i am the ONE who walks upon a rotting knee
my breath is hell’s fragrance and my skin
is almost human.
i was born out of wed-locked insanity
so i am a bastard to many but the devil
to a fewer. i am the ONE who walks upon
a rotting heart — forever scorned and never
ever truly loved.
:: 07.26.2020 ::
oh love so sad oh hey i said
so lovely \i get so lost
sometimes: /squeezing tears
by the space you are within — it hurts
no noise no pride .within your eyes.
i see a doorway by a thousand churches
and the heat; to touch the heat of your eyes…
Oh love i can cry oceans and tiny rivers
regretting so much wasted
and time keeps slipping away
: within all my instincts and
that grand master planner —
without my pride i reach out
from within side : in your eyes
within my heart –> the light
and doorway i reach you.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
between thoughts
such depth
my heart sank
–today.
The widow of Souls
now am i –? or
a mirage of god’s
weaker image?
this does NEVER
matter within my
own heart; i am
any-and-everything
i wish to be.
& MORE!
:: 07.22.2020 ::
FILTHY pieces
of long-forgotten
thoughts i remember
i forgot to keep it
all far inside the die’
ist part of my vibrant
HEART-flower and sometimes
i looked within your heart-
shaped Soul so fragile and
Evil: i ate you all
makes The Tablet by
the firey finger-tips
of my mind : i have never
said go -and-die /you’re alive
| gathering sheep and smelling
fresh air i tripped over mySelf |
its an illusion called
Life — Hey! WAIT! i have a
message /you invited\ …
confusion!\
:: 07.22.2020 ::
Despair is an anchor with thorns
it drowns the ship and sinks the soul
and the hull a skin that bleeds
A heart — the oar that paddles ashore
Best to use a blessed life vest
when with a raging storm
that despair comes and wisely glue shut
that gapping hawse of the Soul’s hull.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
rev 07192020
IF skin only cries — hearts as butterflies could it be only a few moments since yourfingertips slipped from my hands as the celestialtrain departed EARTH// look at stares :: so brash and coarse — float like a feather within a beautiful worlds — overflowing stores full of televisions,smart devices, mink coats — but there are many poor people here too: MY mONEY is gone: my strength exhausted. How i wish I could leave it all behind.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
WILL everybody hear (if you’re within this game) )a baby ANEURYSM ::::- poets writing to kill someTHING :::- ELSEKeep a firm handshake — pen ineye -=–contributions elude grammar Nazis’ – so you got yournumber down : now sit down ____????–loved you so much you made me sick– make my backbone slide –_ move yourself into my FACE: –> glyphand butterfly: are you listening nowcause’ it ain’t no joke: keep yourfancy pants on and learn me.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
WITHIN the empire of my love & heart
within all things: so fly and kiss
all i am — within this empire
of visual senses/within all cities\
upon every blade of everglade
all the light all the fun from sun
i say: we are a people worthy of this
–holding out our hands:
upon the desert below the deep blue
ice above the rarest air i feel people
rising within the cities singing:
‘we are a people rising within the world
: a people worth love and care’
‘there is a people worth more than this
so hear me singing — all the angels and
all the devils around us can you see? there
is a people worth more than this who understands’
i say Life is the first gift
love is the second,
and understanding behind compassion
:: 07.16.2020 ::
THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::
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