EVERYTHING are words
now They are
sound. Their color sings
Opera and Rock and Jazz
and scripts of celluloid
movies all
Mixed within my mind
I 8 desperation
defated in this flesh
I Am
wondrously here//-all
of my heart spilling poetry
:: 09-09-2015 ::
Category Archives: #thoughts
EVERYTHING ARE WORDS
RELIGION IS A SIDEWALK
AND Jesus likes-licking lollipops gliding King
of the boulevard
of spirit dreams
and I licked-like sticks
like the wooden
cross across Life
Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he’s
taking me–somewhere
I want to be? Like my best friend
and religion is a sidewalk with many souls
walking the path toward diminished dreams
of an afterlife dry-stick lick so I’m taking
my best friend who knows my buttons; pushing love
and my shadow-affair
life
IT’S where I wanna be
just me and my best friend
called, “Me” and it’s my Soul!
:: – ::
ELSE-MIGHT
Else-might dithers
between would-could
one slays ambition
while the other
in should-could:
self-delusion
:: ; ::
ZERO EMPTY PROMISE
bits of bitter tears and pheromones
shattered by broken things
called pieces of heart
and those insidiously
convincing objects called
“hope” THERE IS A UNIVERSE
that has none of these:
all within my mind.
The tainted vector rejected
abstract of all morrows
begging error’s atonement
and with hands that have
touched me: vacuumed
tears of crimson stars
a suicide band playing
within my hotel called
torture chamber —
it’s all a ‘something
called darkness locating
my soul’ goodnight kisses
darling/smoking like you’re
no pain — let it rain
:: 09-04-2015 ::
MIDNIGHT SOLILOQUY
sweet fields of tender lies
so softly shining above me
a bird singing in a moonbeam
tears in eyes and dry lips
wishing while alone
i am so blue i see
others talk about god
but never my own – a pity
so sweet is He he says
‘leave all your worries
behind you’
a sweet soliloquy for
my heart and all tomorrows
:: 09-04-2015 ::
B R O K E N HEARTS
To have had a broken heart
is a righteous moment of
appeasement that you
accept love in all forms
To have broken a heart
is a deeper debt of one’s
soul difficult to repay
:: 09-04-2015 ::
A PRISON CALLED MIND
IT won’t be long before they cut you down
you can run on for a long time until
they cut you down . . .
with all good & gracious news
have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — it’s the saddest story
languish in a dark cell
chunks of masonry fall
stealing any sleep you have
is a long-time never been
where dreams evaporate quietly
an easy place to blow up all
your problems and so easy to break
down inside of yourself
i am the halo around an angel
called My Sweetest Death
i am the core of all i know
i am that i am more
i am so happy with the Divine Presence
the source of all my rewards
have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — the saddest story
a prison called MIND
:: 09-04-2015 ::
F O R E P L A Y
POETRY is GOD’S
k e r c h i e f
catching all the food
from a last COSMIC MEAL
:: 09-01-2015 ::
APOCALYPSE EMERGENCY
undeclared emergency i’m no longer
breathing air in a world of hurt
such urgency i see none surviving
so this is the end of a world
drowning in such misery
it’s the apocalyptic emergency
a dirty nasty biblical story
where women and children perish
it is a mystic insurgency
the beginning of all endings
when air becomes fire (i’m no
longer breathing air) in a world of hurt
such urgency i see none surviving
:: 08-24-2015 ::
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