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TO see you >like eating paper-cut bleeding memories< secret
luminous whose soul and smile
imperviously kisses all my timeless soul!
a silver Snail!( here, inventing
stares like U! ) Prince of sensitivity
a SPIRIT INK dripping of so fascinating con-
VERSATION by vagina I offer to bow so low
like scholars, in dusty halls of academic anemic fell
so weak after tasting the fruit of your garden of
Eden! Oh words be sick as I am sick –>a royal worried
for my soul: which at best is bestly a talent for
only poetry.
And I wish I had more chances more opportunity to chase the
heat of the sun; spliced, I’m half of what I was born
FREAK! And the world’s blood POURS in vast amounts of tears
across the valley of missed opportunity like high school
GEEK! FREAK! HEAD! no one__.
:: 06-11-2015 ::
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WHERE ALL m i n d s
meet when resting
is where I wish to be!
Perchance b e neath
a blooming peach tree?
upon the cusp of the lips
of a smiling clown or
Y E T
\–/ within the bosom of my
u n k n o w n
lover )0)0) is WHERE I WISH
t o be!
I love my ;;–> better
than you!
:: 06-09-2015 :: rev 1.1
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I AM flesh
-lessly human and
full of busy days emotion
I am s tran gley less
tha n most
The soul of Antiquity that
forswears bedecked beauty!
–I AM everything I’ve met
and curse not
the things that
vex me — I love myself
so much better than you
What can I do?
:: 06-09-2015 :: rev1.1
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BENEATH the tears under the eyelids
of a broken heart across the fields
above the vast skies you see your soul
floating in dreams
Gently weeping spirit-soul speaking
to all you take a cloud inside
your mouth and all cellophane anger
melts so you find yourself in a
paradise of laughing Zebras holding
zero-umbrellas on a tram-trail to Heaven
And all the worries you ride upon the
car-marshmallow ride
A nirvana trip of hearts: if you
picture yourself in peace
:: 06-10-2015 ::
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disposed, enters give when that found was lost
leading faces to grin and in the air,
be
comes
my boiling disgrace and the guy upstairs
calls me : I scream
again
Until lies are known by their bare face
a certain bird a cer-
tain word:
THE POET KING FLOATS
INSIDE ALL the warm winds
and My heart so damp
all my friends so tired
and your Heart came to me
with a song like a dream
a carroty youth blonde
so won’t you come
and the sun like a
black cannonade tearing me
and disposed am I — enters give
:: 06-06-2015 ::
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NEVER MET a finger-Word!
the some=thought One
could place a touch upon!
On time’s nobly proportioned
and monstering horror swallows!
and once said, “each time my
heart broken makes life
adventurous!
:: 06-06-2015 ::
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Lithely wandered my Soul
a flight untethered by
flesh and fear
wandered I! Not lonely
but within a cloud
whose grand shadow
covered Mountains!
When Bespectacled —
my eyes! By hosts
, those golden fields;
daffodils between my
locked beating heart!
All thoughts be
fluttering-twisting
in the breeze!
:: 06-09-2015 ::
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i love the silence you give me
so still and quiet
contemplating your situation,
so appreciated! And you
haven’t said a word
— forever
ever! i saw your eyes;
coins kept in place
any opportunity for you
to see! A pity. But lovely
how the stitches crawl
up toward your heart
keeping promises forever
oh, um, forever sewn
like it’s so much grief
a life cut short by disease
we can scientifically call
fucking life.
yeah. YEAH! And you
and Mozart decompose
the score of a thing
called purple life
it’s only me so don’t cry
and you smell…formaldehyde
but your lips still grin
:: 03-08-2015 ::
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Love is a Nation of little people
the invisible workers of
inexhaustible nature;
a titter-patter walking
across all hearts
and passing through doors,
across erected walls.
some cry, “Hello!”
but mostly they go unknown
with tiny eyes glistening
and heavy souls
:: 03-09-2015 ::
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MUMBLE DOPE droopy eye
feeble finger tremble
painting blue sky!
sun-sing blade light!
slicing fear in silver night
a muse-dance broken sight
damn! the dust twirls tight
in blood mix-meaning night
tonic ball burns and melts
Madness in eyes and ears
tongue-twisted lies
fire clean-crazy felt!
:: 01-21-2013 ::
rev: 03-10-2015
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