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Slow Horse with a Casket

I was at the Circle (K) down the road (1.8 m).  

And talked to an employee on the floor. 

 <banter, banter>.  She said a young kid 

had come into the store the other day and 

said to her, 

“I have a 5 year high school reunion. 

I’m wondering how many are still alive.”

:: 01.13.2023 ::


Orbicular Nightmare

(some of those people turned around but were
never interested in me. Love looked around
like an unscrewed head with a cat’s presence.
And where were those alien baby things looking
out for us, you say? Uh! Huh. Management taught
me to just play my guitar while making love
to my ego and once then a passerby signaled government
to take me through the glass oh yeah. Ooh
that piece i had forgotten was so long ago me |i pace
and walk planck’s measurement eternally while i met
Him and shook His hand for centuries and gazed while
gazingly staring i knew we both died alone such a
long time ago and now i remember when i once lost
control: when i died forgiving the world & bled
face-to-face with the Man who Saved the World.)

:: 01.2.2023 ::


by invading i kept my mouth shut
forgiving the world/if with your electric eyes
you’d tuck away your radar and allow your space-mind
to rest tonight\Church Was Once a Holy Place |so now
i’ve jumped down into your raygun eyes and now i’m
freaked out inside a mars-day nightmare i love_ how strange

God might chance me but i won’t waste my time.

:: 01.12.2023 ::


A Relationship

What if you have to perfect
ONE RELATIONSHIP
in order to love God?

No one really knows.
It’s never been done.

:: 01.12.2023 ::


Tender Grass

I called out to tender grass

“love me even in death
cover my body in dirt
and dream i was someone
like you ~ forgive me.”

I give up my life to
attend to you ; you are
so close to heaven
more than me and sooner
or later one leaves the other.

Orion belt, of life
like us – ceremonial kiss
unsurpassable stairway,
inside the heart’s eyes
tetrahedra collar of pollen stone
Strange desires make cosmic
humans do equinoctial of deep love /
sacred geometry as a book of stone
Glaciers carved the surface
of your Mind as squalls of coral
sunken time.  In truth there are lies
but i wont’ say anything at all___
we glide.  

:: 01.12.2023 ::


A Hundred Poems Xi

Does tragedy desire love
this I think
and know
a loss of one in life
that the flesh lives
but the love die

Does tragedy desire love

yes it does and upon a petal
that dark black rose grows
within the dye of dry soil i know _ it is
something how she moves like
no other woman /and now i need
no other Lover –> within her style
and how she smiles is how i know

:: 03-23-2014 ::
Rev: 06-215-2018
Rev: 01.10.2023 ::


Everything is Art

EVERYTHING IS A R T
AND LOVE IS ENERGY
AND TEARS ARE SOAKING
MY THROAT AND TOMORROW
I AM EVERYTHING

:: 01.10.2023 ::


About Poets and Words and Emotions

|| EACH poem is not for words
nor for hanging portraits
upon the eye~ but a lesson:
the emotions are greater than any
angle-STACKED font-bite BEING
between the covers of a booKLife

It is EMOTION and not words
that poets express to the world ||

:: 07-10-2015 ::


The Fire Gods

While men defied the dwelling
of gods in higher hills
Macchu Picchu had her
gateway to a star within
the skies ~ hoping one
plus one equaled two
until the evil one sleeps
the begining of humanity
was the pink one ; a pensive
flower of this World that no
creature could ever experience
and live but you do ~~~ LIVE.

:: 01.10.2023 ::


G O V E R N M E N T

WHEN the people have a government
that thinks they’re content
but the people are struggling
the government thinks it permanent
and some live and some die
from Heaven came the voice
“Some Live Some Die.”
IF there’s a point of defence
ghosts and other spirits feel
jacked by this society
the world was a world where
they loved Mankind but not now.
i Kissed Eve in Paradise
i gave all my children to the
War forgotten by Time.

Peace.

:: 01.10.2023 ::


A Song of Confusion

living is a song of confusion
for the paradise sound
if you take myself then know
you take my kiss in no wrong
my days have been a dream
flown away by night and day
Upon my brow imparting from
you know : i was not a daze
but my life a dream as my
hope flew away as a wish
holding a tender kind hand
All we see all we feel
is by Spirit against a roar
and holding within my hand
the precious few who touched
my heart, oh my life while
i weep! Is all that we see
or seem but a dream within
a dream?

:: 01.10.2023 ::

the last 3 sentences are
of Mr. E. A. Poe