THE swallows flew into a flock
and roosted in reed-beds
while the skygod turned off
all light
and the world became me.
tomorrow became now
clearly i can see
another around Cypress Hills.
it creeps until its moment
arrives.
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Swallows
BUZZ WiTH SPiRiT
lost years because love rebelled against US
sometimes we buzz with spirit
then there came to my heart
a call to love (so rich) / and i
raked and plowed in and out
of that cherished God
and she learned to love me
dreamed of me — lover of him i
thrust and pushed / she lowered her head
because i asked. and have you ever
seen how my face takes on a new light / when i
feel / want — how when i don’t?
*
i was in your arms all night.
i love you now
i guess i can live, won’t i?
i have so much. / Wish we were back in heaven —
dancing in everlasting bliss
*
i KNOW you will never forgive me / don’t want to go
and lose a part of us — that one love!
The greatest heart of God is in love with us
always … love, love … forever /
/ Love is / that, which could never be extinguished
(it lives !!!…) / it grows with tenderness into the future.
“YES” / so softly close to my ear /
“yes …” a brief heavy cry
she’s such a fool / i hurt her so
that she tried to forget / it’s not our fault /
i was a fool.
\ you let me out the next morning /
but you didn’t want to let me
out / to talk / say good-bye / just to say goodbye?
so go away.
*
it’s better to love
to love
i don’t love her /
She loves me /
\ better to love
in any way, you know /
than not at all.
i love you /
*
LOVE ME.
LOVE ME ALL YOU CAN.
LOVE ME WHEN i CAN’T HEAR.
LOVE ME.
*
and of all love
i KNOW you will never forgive me / don’t want to go
and lose a part of us — the one i love!
The greatest heart of God is in love with us
always … love, love … forever /
/ Love is / that, which could never be extinguished
(it lives !!!…) / it grows with tenderness into the future.
“YES” / so softly close to my ear /
so we invent laughter.
:: 02.22.2022 ::
BEING ME IS SOLITARY
BEING me is solitary
having born inside
cold reality.
How we move
hearts and eyes
— matter too,
that revelation:
in solidarity.
:: 02.20.2022 ::
THE BASTARD CHILD
THE WORLD was meant devouring mouths
dead burnt fields of March
Or if it were, as bearing beauty’s name;
now awaken is leviathan of deep ocean
many dead sailor’s hearts torn wide open
Being born in His Image we are WAR
and frightful power/Jesus was an only
Son with a distant Mother: her eyes
as jewels from some rat in a cage
and her Husband not of Earth
: beauty lacking a tower
Oh Son full of desire to understand
even those tears fall burning dirt
Each yearning suited for slandering
creation with a false esteem
so the world forgot.
:: 02.20.2022 ::
O MOTHERS GIVE UP FOREVER
O mothers give up forever
to hold horses in corrals.
When we stood the sun lowered
into a neighboring hamlet
quivering.
Can’t fight the tears
or the truth or lies
When standing towers stand higher
i, too, exist no longer; my heart beating
my general mouth forcing lips apart.
And i want you to know who i am —
as god from a lofty shoulder sees where
we are going.
Where there’s nothing to believe
and life as fantasy is nothing more
than mysteries — your name.
While we are thinking about tomorrow.
:: 02.20.2022 ::
DRAFTS OF A MENTAL POET DREAMING CLOUDS
So, feeling awake then a falcon of
emotions
*
As feathers grasping mid-air
believe me believe don’t believe
how you forget secretive lips bleeding
: as even animals betray what they
can be — Gabriel screams: god made you
heavy and we carried
*
HOW LONG this human contrived
a dissembled love of chilled heart
true, thus feelings here on earth
apprehending for, oh, what mystified
feelings — I FEEL cool walking upon
a cloud — apprehending beautiful
face OH misty New Orleans cobbled
streets in 1899/
*
that joy mutually comprehended
and raised our love within
the incomprehensible 2020’s.
how i had to tell you how i feel
as time flees / told you once \
provisional feelings encompassed
the surmised beyond.
:: 02.20.2022 ::
DRAFT FOR THE CONTINUATION OF ‘A MAD POETWRITING BY CANDLE LIGHT OF ALL NIGHTS’
WOULD YOU dance a fugue behind
the outhouse / under the hands of beautiful
things that bloom, Oh! upon sacred plains where
shepherds go.
That once i loved Jessica the Nun! Within
her silk nun’s habit i saw her pendulous breasts
(i prayed to the cult of Virgins then) and stuck
my tongue within her mouth for penance
: God forgave the lesser angels as they are from
a different order. The rest of them congregated
as horny vampires and ate me while I held their
heads below the Church Steeple.
:: 02.20.2022 ::
The WAR Machine
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That is what i feel when i am
half empty.
That is what i feel when i am
half full.
that is what i feel
when i am
more than what is around me.
And when i die
it will all fade away
and as it fades away
i will feel again.
~ // // // // //
That is what i feel when i am
half full.
That is what i feel when i am
half empty.
That is what i feel when i am
more than what is around me.
And when i die
it will all fade away.
And as it fades away
i will feel again.
^^
*
*
NOW (ΤΩΡΑ)
Picking myself upward once again; this time within smaller pieces, feelings are dying within
the madness of what rules the air AND BELOW dwell sparks of lit Souls unaware whilst the hoard
approaches and feeds upon their dreams but never their Souls.
free of lust and love which at times will collide, your hearts won’t be blessed by action or by words
where happiness and wisdom reign the round of the table, around the loft, under the wine,
twixt the body and the mind, of me.
As the grey crust begins to show the deep brown of fresh clay. Every spoken word will bring down the mood
so I’ll focus on the one thing to keep my focus, I am alone.
Yet, by virtue of my physicality one hopes for a kind word. So, I’ll keep moving slowly, glancing back
to see if anyone has called my name or if a lonely soul who has wandered in from the road, after a long
bitter winter and often for centuries like day or night until I am emptied of the boredom into which
I’ve fallen finding no clue, in fact the world has grown even more bleak and seems to exist merely
for the sake of entropy and/or people who remain blind to their own shadow: I am yet a wonder.
Yet, there’s still something to be said of the smile of a baby whose touch wakes love in my heart.
A story to be told as a longing sigh even as it reminds me of another long ago as a grandchild can.
I am yet a wonder.
I’ve seen them come and go. I stand here in the darkness each time seeing one that knows I know,
he knows I know, he knows I know he knows, he knows I know, he knows and no one comes.
No one comes.
I have seen them quietly move in and out while other’s slept: I have seen the lights dim
and give up all light like a little league game where the score is tied — no one wants to win,
no one wants to lose, we all just want to play.
“Give me your hand and I’ll tell you something” I said. “I’ll tell you something. You’ll find out
where you’re going to be. You’ll know what this one is, and you’ll never forget, this was a friend of mine,
and you’ll never see him again. no matter what I promise. you’ll be in good hands.”
hold on.
hold on.
hold on.
no matter what, no matter what.
I promise.
I promise.
STAINS OF TIME
IF i could be born again
into dirt again
i would wish
to feel again
a familar thing
: sweet dear love
Oh what i become
& how everything
sinks:
my raised hand
would make you hurt
all broken bones
unrepaired stains
of time HOW YOU ARE
someone else & i
am still here ~
my dearest love
my dearest friend
who never goes away
in the END.
I give everyone i know
love and my hand & all
of my soul / gently
in broken prose.
:: 02.18.2022 ::
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