Despair is an anchor with thorns
it drowns the ship and sinks the soul
and the hull a skin that bleeds
A heart — the oar that paddles ashore
Best to use a blessed life vest
when with a raging storm
that despair comes and wisely glue shut
that gapping hawse of the Soul’s hull.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
rev 07192020
WHO ever promised a soul
who ever prophetized love
who ever it was
had no human name
or so
it seems
dropping in pieces
falling in me’s and you’s
dropping in reasons
i’m calling it cream of you
Falling every way in small
pieces of insanity
i can see brilliant
Light of Life
it is chasing my chakra-heart
…
born north of Tropicana
i landed upon the back of a blue
scarab and went for a world-tour
and met anyone who is/has been/was/
will be anyone and so several times
came across me. Seemed i was doing
something against nature walking
in through the outdoor
:: 07.19.2020 ::
EVERY night of every day i take my love to bed
yea; Leave my heart upon the
dinner plate for the cold
, oh ;
at night its must worse
oh how these lonely tears
fall away screaming
all within silence
So I ask God, “what do i do?”
and listen to the song of
a bird dying each note
all within the long-time
backyard inside my head___
so i’m coming Home now: no need to leave
my heart upon the alter of pain & sorrow.
:: 07.19.2020 ::
WITHIN the empire of my love & heart
within all things: so fly and kiss
all i am — within this empire
of visual senses/within all cities\
upon every blade of everglade
all the light all the fun from sun
i say: we are a people worthy of this
–holding out our hands:
upon the desert below the deep blue
ice above the rarest air i feel people
rising within the cities singing:
‘we are a people rising within the world
: a people worth love and care’
‘there is a people worth more than this
so hear me singing — all the angels and
all the devils around us can you see? there
is a people worth more than this who understands’
i say Life is the first gift
love is the second,
and understanding behind compassion
:: 07.16.2020 ::
IF,
my angel, hear my-self (too wonder: why
this profound sorrow?) when i think; secret
thoughts of you as though necessity
never spoke unnecessary thoughts:
demanding the most beautiful gifts from
me
which i may never return if then — in
kind?
:: 07.14.2020 ::
AS someone in love
i have fallen for you
i have fallen into
how Love is grander
than a cheap house
or a mountain upon
the highest of hills
as someone in love
i have become sillier
i have become stabler
how Love is grander!
:: 07.14.2020 ::
WITHIN the longest NOW (love)
melted me
melted my mind
but never my THOUGHTS
(buh-bump yea) so long
was this shortest JUMP
broke my femur
so cut’em between my
knees/
now forever bleedin’
screaming, meaning
i once believed in
l o ve.
;; 0142020 ;;
the first thing i noticed:
a white bright light
above my sleeping eyes
(n o o n e c a ll e d
my name(?)>)
calling : all the times i called
my long lost friends (beyond the way)
while within lavender-youth
we smothered sex and dreams
across the streams an unseen
face (no disgrace) –|deep within
the blackest of silence you scream
again|
oh wondrous one oh wondrously none
oh come (sex & dreams) | the first thing
i noticed: a white bright light…
:: 07.14.2020 ::
IF there are too
many Eyes: * *
* wreck yourself
* be an angel
(or stick around, like
balloons and furniture
for a day)
tell the grandchildren
how you defended the State
o f YOUR MIND.
:: 07142020 ::
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