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 ::
SITTING so pretty was that Thing
under a one-in-a-million-year Sun
so here i am inside my small world
kicked off my worries like a little bird
seriously knotted inside a ball without
shoelace: every time i talk to you it
seems you throw yourself inside a psychological
cheat /don’t ever allow them to see you please\
dying skies heave a breath AND
nuns turn the pages of gnostic gothic novels
all caught up in their sticky grace only one smiles
truely and how they think they’ve won
only because the shit has hit the wall
so never let them see you beat feet
it’s the One’s call (break! break the mirror
of perception and eat the sprawling glass inside
your Inner Light).
:: 01.11.2022 ::
i shed away the skin of human shadow-faces
i begged a figural of heartShaped lips…
my knees bled you and ghosts ate my
golden string soul of a secret lover’s world
No! now, whoa! i ate your soul!
Wow, low, how? it tastes like love…
No, now, whoa! i hate your lies
Wow, low, how? i fell into your heart…
and your penis fly trap devoured my only friend
a dashboard Jesus bobs His Head…
And baby’s breath is fresh Gerber’s strawberry death
And mother’s milk my silk When we meet in clitoria bed
No, now! Whoa!
i ate your soul
Wow! low! how?
i gave you my soul…
You were my High School infatuation friend
and i gave you high behind music hall
Now Mozart turns inside and Beethoven sighs
Cobain blew his mind and my penis fly trap…
Eats Gerber’s strawberry death
:: 08-15-2014 ::
ALWAYS remember money isn’t everything
as a little nonsense now and then
is relished by the poorest wise men
THAT Everyone refused to feed him
his mind a dam of dynamite
moved his tongue like the sea
so easy — sister taught him to ululate
without mushrooms — spirits dug deep
with their thin fingers inside that mouth
to pull out mine! Laid out the soul
against the scentless voice organ
while Baptist wept kissing viper snake.
Father smelled as semen and aunties grabbed
the buttocks with smushy breasts against
my cerub face singing:
leleleleleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
loco loco crazy motion train
appreciating nonsense requires a severe
interest in Life : digress!
COMMUNAL STUPIDITY yea.
FAUCI the prophet offers a life free
of pain with vicious vacs of nonsense.
But Nature differs.
Dying laughing i saw myself within my
pupil an evolution of sense, in a sense
the evolution of nonsense.
:: 12.28.2021 ::
religion is the greatest marketer
of the industrial defense engine;
all believers are enemies of each other
and that makes for a great god of death
and astronomical gains in revenue
:: 03-16-2015 ::
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