freeze framed ‘time’ broke all
inside my Soul /Only thing that
works is to mount you inside
my Mind~
the Pleasure is High
goodbye bad dreams
i ate ice to freeze
and would i? yes.
i would /back there
that’s not me\ i grow
when you don’t see me.
ice is cold dreams
you know i’m the One
who burns within :
the Sun and me
have a pact to be strong.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
Today i took a walk ~
i could not expect to move
south of the south pole
as time and space speak
of Time and Space
i asked Light to walk the
Earth; it did this and met
me many times along the way
undescribed are the particles
called space and time
i finished my walk and realized
there we are.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
fabulous is
crashing Pain,at,
drowning point
the cutting waves
abashing you
wrists(cutting
waves slashing veins)
undulating through
quartermaster’s room
the mast that stabbed
that North Star so true!
do fish dream
of love or life?
A Pisces soul
with hook in heart
a harpoon thrust
too deep
leviathan life!
ocean silver mountains
unsmooth solemnly true
–the anchor drops
just this spot
across the compass
true!
:: 01-07-2015 ::
The smile melted
after day and days
the mist called
a Ghost by the town
and how perfectly he
talks but no one hears
him | to see the world
spinning round! the
breath upon the Hill
and now no one wants to know
him and the world spinning
round with our heads in
the cloud and the Man of
thousands poems cries
seeing the sun going down
and the world spinning round.
:: 01.29.2023 ::|
HOw i am floating because
perceptions are flying: it
turns me On because Life
\it is round/ because all
things blow my mind :
and how i love
and love is new
and love is you
because the world
is round it makes me cry/
and how i can let it be
seeing broken hearted people
agree : we let it be oh yeah
we let it be.
Upon Whispering Wisdom Winds.
:: 01.29.2023 ::
I mean yes
you mean no
i say Stop!
you say oh!
Hello hello
You said goodbye
i said i don’t know
why you said goodbye
but i say hello
why why why why
did you say goodbye?
when I say hello?
:: 01.29.2023 ::
inspired by the Beatles
i am the rain i am the desert
i am proper and i am Thunder
and i am Love __my Love.
Call when you need me (as you have)
Windows open and there is
a storm approaching like
a hurricane across the skies
to take my sick child. Come
God eat my uterus and heart.
I am so ashamed and cast you
aside. and send you to Hell.
Hell’s bells ring eternally
.
:: 01.29.2023 ::
:: 01.29.2023 ::
My I ? could i?
Should I? would i?
Wake up? baby…
you’re dead but already
——> been a long time
let me get back from where
i come from a Longley time
i come from __killer and
liar.
=are some lives (help us God!)
ahaha. please. help us…..!
:: 01.29.2023 ::
how i found myself:
i live within cement
i live within human
form and sentiment
i hate how i conform
but have no energy for shit
and how my feet follow
orders of Life in this human
form i was born ~~~ deformed
ooh. Made hen. Give me rights
then all foregone as nothing
is a guest in my life! deformed.
So i flew ooh up to the skies
and nestled in a cloud flinger
above you.
:: 01.29.2023 ::
Spent my day with the woman of my heart
we went to the beach and watched waves
and smoked our stuff and drank our wine
we decided to make a new start
she stole my head and heart
so we did oh yeah start a new Life
i went to live upon the precipice of Hope
and she found a Mountain where the children
of Love and the Sun began to rise \seems
she took a dive and had no rhyme to demise
i shed tears and moved along / someone once
told me there’s a girl out there with
love inside here eyes )so i flew there(
arriving i stood up and found my feet
sinking — took a punch to my nose
from a ghost, i think i need to find that
Queen
Oh, save me! I’m dancing within the dance hall
of my Skull / oh lovely!\ such a Strong Soul —
but can you live upon the surface of Mars?
No, you’ll never know as he’ll never go
on a show (Earth or Mars)__ .
:: 01.29.2023 ::
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