AND everyday i’m cool — if i rest a moment near
the well of despair wishing young heart clean skin
jesus postal fire my needle:LIKE FATHER STEP-FATHER
the SUN BLOWS! yeah yeah oh fuck yeah
so stuck in dark heart-break love
wail upon the heart and guitar strings
how i hate how Jerry Lewis laughs
when soviet union wants to destroy us
Oh! Goldie Hawn on Laugh-In has
perky tits and Mary Tyler Moore
abandoned her kids: kill the
messenger carrying kool-aid to Uganda
for that sick reverend: i love U S of A
and even the world — don’t care about that
i’m a poet who describes the world with words
— sure, that’s it.

:: 09-02-2015 ::

I fell so high inside my heart-thought
a finest day until i learned i love me better
than you i say
i love me
and you’re ‘a great day’ till i heard
my brother died and he was all wasting away
under the oak
of
love i’m so insane i’m
so somewhere in a dream
i find offensive i bleed
so baby-boy i’m here love you better
than myself. i won’t complain brother
who died every night i’m so worst that you
i forgot to kiss the evening you wore//i’m so to
blame:
i’m a complaint
it’s all a dream
i hate myself
i maybe can turn time Back before i was born then
i’m done then i could go on i’m so insane i’m so in
life
i won’t complain — GUILT IS A DISEASE

:: — ::

LIFE is a blowing brokenness
strewed shattered-questions
diamond shard answers
too many pieces to fit
together in a mortal mind

I remember:
easy days of a child-heart
that fled-field i ran for lost
to find my inner soul
i once saw God, there
and have now holes for eyes

HIS face upon a butterfly
and the greenery his Soul
i watched HIM lift up
upon a current of Hope
And my heart fell in love
can you explain to me now
if you’re able why i see
without eyes: there’s a hole
in my soul now

__ ()__

THE greatest kiss
is one of anger
i desire this
a fire-lip passion!

:: ! ::

MY life
a fractured eye!
one sight but many images
all the same; but different shades
The heart shall always choose
that one which touched the soul

:: (*) ::

my mind my soul
my laborer
for life
my cosmic architect
what I dream i pull
from sub-
consciousness
a though-form a spiritual construct
from wish to being
from mist to living
from tears to joy

I WISH TO LIVE!

——~~~~~~——

I am free(within my mind)
(I am slave)within my skin
and catch my dreams
within this chilling land
I am free within my skin
within my mind I am slave
just a confusing artist
who maybe should neer
express beyond a boundary
of love or mind.A bloody rose

:: 09-01-2015 ::

Melancholy ? Is not me!
the item on isle #1
next to ‘organic food’
is where marketing horror
sits nearly aside cards and
little children
poetry is no produce
but thinner than air
eventually all our
last breath!

:: 08-27-2015 ::

Be still while
I kiss you
like WIND mornings
bring that sun
Be still my lover
like the grand butterfly
sitting still for nectar
My heart is there with you
all of it and me

:: 08-22-2015 ::