I kissed did_Bursting things
where the sleepyHeart (in myself)
my Love burned away the fever
faithlessly-EyEs
of Individual\BeautyForm!
Ephemeral_things-Bursting did,
a paranormalCog-noThing piece
a steamPunk Victor-IAN
fashion Brass-Leather beating!
Beating souls in my flowerPot of Things
and only pepperLike
—— dust remains…!
:: 08-05-2014 ::
i
AM small BUT
GREATLY expansive
the little Rivers
appear large
to small eyes
they(while)ATE
wheat Harvest Mice
twitchingly mild
dancing smoke-TIME
inside
::02.01.2022 ::
IF four nails secured the Cross of Life
should i entirely ask of god why Tiger Mart
sells deluxe burritos but 7-11 has hot dogs
happily the uninformed droop bloated question
marks — like a scar across the mile of
my sacred walks_____
And if i should receive an answer more or less
deserved, God go in peace and spawn a supermarket
and wall street to rape all mankind from their
health and well-being –infinitely in your
schizo’d deity-mind.
So i wish to meet a girl who has a womb of happiness
to spawn a new universe! Please?
her tiniest whispering
invitation is like a clock
striking my heart \oh shit! tic toc yes tockey tic.
:: 08-08-2015 ::
WE breathed
Yes? Did not you say:
“The shore is long but
narrow like life.”
My dearest soul
you make me believe
Art is more than Life
and so you took my heart
into those wondrous
moments of our secret
life.
i am not that bold nor so cold
to say we made the universe colorful.
And my gentle soul it’s
been just moments ago
but now my need is stronger
:saying how much i love you
we breathed
yes! The shores are long
and life so short my lover!
:: 08-21-2015 ::
i sang tangerine
tune-summer ending bursting
green fields of your heart
we laughed running through
ivory key-feet swiftly: chasing
life down into her brook of water
toe-tipped dipping prose :: you
are me and i am Y((ou))
writing poetry inked by leaves
we took the tree to task
and she gave her leaf of
color for the book we write
the words of our love
no: oh, tell it to
the world — they may never
care! for P O E T R Y
:: 08-21-2015 ::
BUTTERfly caught me
within her net
We chanced to speak
outside of time
Being living we dined
and Walked as Human
screamed, laughed
cried and moaned
BUTTERfly caught me
all bright! see?
dancing amongst hungry
-dying daises and firefly
We chanced to pray
outside of space
being dead we wept
are how fields die.
:: 02.01.2022 ::
The World is a Monster.
the secret destroyer
eats you all the same
desires and blood
is the game ~
From blame to blame
From sorrow to sorrow
we can’t fake it
no more
From darkness to darkness
and Death lies on Earth
The Land, the Water, the Earth,
the Birds and Animals,
And Man – the Land, the Water, the Earth,
the Birds and Animals,
And Man – like the Wings of Love
the Kingdom of the Earth Is a Prison
Under dying Souls.
To never be saved.
:: 02.01.2022 ::
WITHOUT WORDS i flew high and kissed a priest in his heart
grabbed a nun in her place of holy love i won’t complain
today is fine for a bird | see you see love is all myself
TODAY i blackmailed death yeah to love all i am
and how trim is a memory muted-space all inside jelly
jar of smiles so use this time to write off line that don’t
make sense because i love myself more special than i love you
is how time eats space (yeah)
i know it’s wrong but today was
the finest day was when i had no food or money to live
so mother died and father too and famous ones i never knew
black is white and hate a rainbow of forever pain and i won’t complain
cause i have words so shy so dry like wines had soul. Unaborted baby
said to another unaborted fetus so nice to meet you and in Rome,
in the Sistine, ancient nose are drying in a scarlet reliquary
of modern symbolism.
Pupils of eyes in pews by a wooden cross with Christ
i ate the dirt but never worship the crazy thoughts
of thinking meat called humanity.
:: 01.19.2022 ::
The mystery of Love
is that i never met you
but have held you within
my dreams tightly as each night
hungry i prowl the streets
within my dreams till dawn
disrupts me, i devour moments
of these fragmented scenes.
Today is yesterday’s tomorrow
and tomorrow is today’s dream ;
as a wolf i prowl the sovereign
heart i call my Love as a puma in the barrens
of Quitratue.
is how i adore the love of you and love’s mystery.
:: 01.18.2022 ::
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