where the wax burned between my
twixing warbled-throated feeling
saw/did you? The veil of
unIMAGINABLE gently flowing river
of this EVEN LIFE amist
confusion/even\ HORROR
and my vacation from LIFE cut short
by editors of POETRY within prestigious
halls of webs and faulty reason:
reason? Simply not just living
not just living! Those who like
preachers make money selling God/
and poets — so many! Sell their
souls for their reasons! Namely
fame in popular venues like whores
and giglos who spread their life
ashore ship wrecks on shores —
after thunderous forociously weather
— hearts/ to be true to one’s
self and speak with sharp and polite
reason is the word we wish!
RARITY!

:: 09-10-2015 ::

IF loving you
makes dreams
come true
I should ream
I want you and
I don’t know why
I bury my head within
a pillow today
I wish to dream wishing
feeling for you is for all
I want to do to be loving
you when my dreams
come true today
so please please wait
I choose to love you
and my dreams come
true today

:: 09-06-2015 ::

I see a broke heart and wish to mend it back. I
feel a spot within my spirt
and wish to save her soul
I see how all the pople smirk at her and wish to
take it back
I feel so low and say I know how death is
black and flowers so bold
I see the weakened soul and want to make her
whole
(I see how parched your heart
is and say I will drench your soul with love).I see
how the other women walk by saying,”what a
whore” and I wish to show them life and love
I want to see them take it back
I want to them so ashamed
I want to see you feel love
and they I wish to take
it back take it back!

:: 09-06-2015 ::

IF all the world’s pain
where a laugh
and if all the tears
were a Spring’s rain
there’d be nothing
to hate or kill for
just peace should rein
and some say
“such a dreamer’
but I wouldn’t be
the only one

:: 09-06-2015 :

IT is small
the thing
we cherish
called love
when called
becomes the
Giant of life
and this world
so much better
with Giants
called LOVE

:: 09-06-2015 ::

the severed line
of my life!
my spirit sealed;
i was away in death
no human fears;
and so many hands
that could not feel
touched my earthly
years

A constitution
of empty chairs
silent motion or force
her heart never saw
Brought by bounty
of eternal diurnal course
of tears, fears, and screams
I too was dead when alive

IT was with a bang that first I heard
a thought: sparrow had hit the house!
my sorrow for sparrow so immense!
The second bang shook my soul
surely a quake that rocked the world
my fear for the town so profound!
The third and last pierced my heart
and brought me back to my senses!

As the firing squad
completed their task!

therein i died
remembering life as a dream!

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