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hearts and
M i n d s
f o r taking
and what spirit
says about society?
the world is a word
called: MANKIND.
is love and everything.
:: 0.17.2023 ::
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Twisting Invading Hearts
Catch the Spirit
It was pleasant to eat and drink and kiss |
: the world wasting away but thoughts soaring higher
by the moment ~dried my tears and now
about His company about society?
Love is the strong element: saving mankind /?_it
gets higher than silly smiles -: promises like ancient mysteries
know one single word, “Mankind.”
Praise literature for it holds
the keys to a promise you once
wished in possibility ~~
the angels blush in promiscuity.
Life is Love and Love is God.
:: 01.16.2023 ::
Hors D’oeuvres
Come on over Have a drink
or smoke or Hors D’oeuvres
whatever you wish but never just
for me : what more right i have
to write deep apologies but
gold leaf upon your lip
leaps the sheer deep blue skies
and Gold threads snap
within her precious heart
of giddy whirls and sweeps of
fancy she screamed ‘i have a puppet
string to your heart’ Breathless,
Relestless,
golden leaves twirl
spiral, circle and concave.
i was never easily amused even when
nature turns and tosses blame –>i’m
joking in imaginations of love and life
and that SUN! Mary! Harry! Jesus!
my head glows golden within the gutters;
fair flares of love burning everywhere
is all we love and are oh what we are.
:: 01.15.2023 ::
SPUTSUM Lane (that dusty road)
Your brilliance made me puke
but you’re a pretty girl
the nerdy type with glasses
Jets of sputsum! You hopped on
my lap making the wall’s raincoats
rise revealing strange stars, moons,
and planets _ i put on my glasses
(your knees knocking together my ugly
little cute girl) /One day you
opted me The Poet and hopped upon my
lap and forgetting | in the moment i
wrote a poem and did a painting ~~
of stolen hearts, money, planes,
and rusty moments within thorns and
clover and forever memories when the
heart is stone in love.
:: 01.14.2023 ::
Living with the Dead
I am living with the dead
of past lives who touch
that part of me
that lives such sorrow
i compress n’ confess my tears
that those who live
have no touch to give
that life may richer grow
for those who lost but
not their Souls.
:: 03-18-2014 ::
Same Dream No Flesh
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and eco-micro-taxes as applicable.
Yes, you’re own body but younger! –end//)
is how last dreams by Pisces wept
while awake dragging beautiful gifts
with maggot’s help /the head sleeps.
These cancerous dreams turn black
when their dreamer awakes and still
lives the dream | forever regretful
my words echo while making today
i cut a slice of my Mind forgetting
a moment : ignorant pain /i’m forever
remembering the colors i paint
while dying while crying as Libran.
:: 01.13.2023 ::
A Dirt Love
Dear tears a teary tincture
i never sought lucid green skies:
by quiet ancient rivers i knew
beneath sapling’s dewy drops
my softly falling heart into you |
my little ugly dear i love |
that we once loved each other
once ~~ eating soft-boiled eggs
and knew taste of dirt my Queen
who left me.
:: 01.13.2022 ::
In my Daze I Find God
Bengal Tiger why try 2 Eat me?
i loved your kind unselfishly
Animal mind watched me and rape
was too kind ~~ you are like people
who just want to eat me! You don’t
know what it means to eat a human!
Tiger Mother stopped. Her cubs moaned
for food. Nature so beautiful. Colors
like Whores draw in the late bloomed hearts
and now there’s a hole. Symbolism is an
embolism deep within the Mind. How can
i remove all the false Love \ in candles.
I fisted the female tiger ; she felt good
and didn’t eat me but nipped hard! So now,
i am to blame for all i dream but i don’t
care cause i’m so funny i love it all |||
today i saw i was a mental storm ~ and dropped
all the mysteriously glowing sheets of Life…
all Inside my Head is a Heavy Pain of Everyday
that I care so i burn candles and God is a
beautiful bright Veil through which her
love Shines.
:: 01.13.2022 ::
Take a Piss Take a Kiss
watching above eyes can see
what is not a pretend
out of the light cone
we see history and now here
we are now | lottery to win
Life | today i crossed my legs
upon ancient rocks and saw a group
down the way ~~ hey, oh! the black-
eyes and bulbous heads! I’m here.
Walking stupid to entertain the timeline
of poisoned Rivers
(take a piss or take a kiss)
while figuring it all out i found it
so hard to leave my Mind (oh yeah, oh well,
hello, well, oh i love you!) in hard times
strangers smile when you’re stupid dresses
catch the abido in lies and cover.
:: 01/13/2023 ::
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