THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror’s
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it’s own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.
:: 08-30-2018 ::
MY sweet guest today
visit but just me
within the parlor of
my Spirit
And tea for two;
one for me and the other
i sip for you
the lonely sacrament
this day.
My sweet guest
gratitude.
:: 08-26-2018 ::
Life! The incarcerated occupation!
Burdened to carry flesh and sentenced
to stow divinities spark behind cave
of bone.
Oh the maintenance! My legs as columns
that support an apartment complex; the
plumbing, the water works, faded windows,
the noisy neighbors!
The furnace burns within summer
The central air within deep of winter.
And from the attic is all to see!
The tended graveyard
The psyche hospital on the corner of
Lame and Feeble.
A police department for unruly poets
and the complimentary adjacent court house.
Ah. And the orphanage for unwanted children!
Is my neighborhood
Is my incarcerated occupation
Until my landlord evicts me,
and once again to be a FREED COSMIC SOUL!
:: 08-28-2018 ::
A merry-goes round
tipsy-turbulent turby
Oh Merry’s-go round more
and what are you waiting for?
Is it the rabbit you’re looking for
so far down the rabbit’s hole?
Me–but which book within the Universal
Library should I read? There are an infinite
number of books!
The Light–if you read just one of these books
then you’ve read them all!
Aaaaah oooooh i drift past the moment
with my deep head within the clouds
and zebras on tram trains singing with
undulating umbrellas//simply blown away\\
:: 08-19-2018 ::
i declare fame within our victory
a proclamation to an end
Something biblical by human hands
Providing the light of the way
By dove
By flower of joy
the dew-meadow precious trust
AND away
hate, fire, damnation,
fear and Resistance to Love!
:: 08-04-2018 ::
i am the focus
of this space ___
a mote of dust
with memory
in its place
i am the big reveal
all within and
without myself
i allow the sun to fall
and the moon to take
its place
tough and strong
i could fall for you
if not for where i’ve been
it’s everywhere
in every way
with every song
with every word
spoken to my face.
i am the one known
in every language
i am the one love
and hated by all
the human race
I AM THE THOUGHT THAT GREW
FROM ALL OF TIME AND SPACE.
:: 08-11-2018 ::
IT comes from above
above all war
And through a fire-burnt
a fire-burnt humans sow
But legions sleep from titanic struggles
encumbered they groan
emptied, bleeding, mourning in anguish
embracing they do — horror alone.
IT comes to sooth a thousand fears
to wipe away all falling tears.
Yet the wounded heart denies the royal visit;
shell shocked and gaunt the eyes remain sullen halls.
HAIL COMPASSION! that knows no bounds//higher than all clouds it comes
HAIL LOVE! That shinning King of Hearts // it comforts all.
and if courage is mine
and if wisdom is mine
then in mastery of self all shadows flee
and all evils upon their knees
they march toward oblivion.
And then and only then
am i free…
am i free?
:: 08-11-2018 ::
Dear! Broken is the heart
if nature not adored
and if zip-splashed colors
upon tender Spring petals
does not soften the Soul!
And brevity like sudden
delight pleases reading
eyes!
:: 08-06-2018 ::
A morning’s fear broke through my
bedroom’s window pane
The color black choked the remnants
of my dream — it’s taste, the pink
of pain
i kiss my darkest ghosts goodbye
and embraced my lover’s secret place
THAT out of this ruin
from dust of violence
you created paradise
THAT now my ocean is
this deeper blue &
all my pain within a wooden crate
floats miles from screaming faces
And a hole dug as deep as a man
is tall holds a broken spade,
rusted like my ancient thoughts.
Today i vow to never allow my
ghosts to feast on fear or pain.
:: 08-06-2018 ::
 | EPRobles on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
 | Adam Fisher on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
| EPRobles on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | R. Marshall on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | Stefan on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
You must be logged in to post a comment.