YES I confess it all!
Lost am I in detritus shall
nature is such a pansy
I could blame her all
but clearly it is me
whose weakness — the stalk
my flower falls
I seek the single note
ivory key opens me
ebony be my fantasy
carry me away fluidly
carnival ride waves
dreamy rivulets be
tragic tone keeps me
Life is mother
— mother ate me
me so silently
— strength beneath
her layers of skin
smothered me
Her baby I’ll always be
Love-me kiss-me
smother-me hug-me
melt me womb-be
:: 01-22-2014::
AND if you are repulsed
by my humanity
then clearly I say
you are not
— meant for me
My sanity
— no latitude
for your brain-vessel
to navigate across
my ocean-emotions
Chart your course
away from my shores
and bidding farewell
— I do eagerly —
to the storms of your mind
::01-16-2014::
I WAS born upon a raft
a castaway upon the sea
many a year ago my birth
— upon the briny deep
And all I know
is the vast waters
all points across
an oceanic reality
But once I dreamed
born I be upon a land
where all I saw
was disharmony
all points across
vast humanity
where fear and pain
delivered a daily dose
I now realize my
birth-induced reality
is far better than
— human-animal insanity
::01/07/2014::
And what if love
could be given
without fear
or inhibition
and just as easy
to receive —
as loving one another
wouldn’t hearts sing?
And what if love
could be received
without question
or expectation?
To live within a world
without broken hearts
love could thrive
like two close lovers
Lets begin to change
the color of our world
and believe in love
and let it grow…
::01/04/2014::
AND when you’re riding
around in your cadium car
baby you don’t want
to look at me
— I made a wish upon a star
you took it down
with your burning stare
Why is it you don’t care?
When all you do is
beg for more of me?
when you don’t care
We drive along the ridge
of Misspent Youth
And all the while
you blow your bubble gum
— into the air – you don’t care
red high heels and fashion stare
And you’re wishing upon a star
looking for a time machine
to bring back your days of youth
don’t you care…don’t you care???
What’cha do what’cha do what’cha do
Please tell me what to do…
Please tell me what to do…
Tel me what to do!!!
Cadium car…
Cadium car…
wish upon a star
::01/03/2014::
In respect to the need for immortality —
it is a disease of fantasy for the mind
there could be no worst sentence if you can
believe in these words I say to you now
To watch your love wither away into sand
and see your children grow and die
and much more is such pain that you’ll see
cities grow and rot and decay
morals, art, and music sway
all the while you remain
the soul you are in a river of change
If I can choose between death and life
I choose to be the whisper upon the wind
and chase the dreams into my other lifes
and live again and again in perpetual immortality
A different face, life, skin, and family
encased within an immortal skin of soul-life
>>::<<
MY reproduction of love
so precise in detail
your sister distorted
intentionally ordered
Some say you are a fake
but truth becomes your right
in hyperreal distortion
I claim you as my own
Millennium have tried
to reproduce true nature
but in my century of pose
such claims took hold
Sorrowful metallic tears unfold
— facing naked prejudice
life is complete! — besides
composition of carbon or steel
You live but don’t breath
and eat but don’t thirst
and sleep but don’t dream
complete me you complete you
Some have asked a famous line:
do androids dream
of electric sheep
yes and more — such is love
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