LOVIN you is easy
it becomes beautiful
Making love with you
is all I do ~~
\ Loving you
is more than loving
myself dear /
oh how true ~~
the world cannot ever
springtime like you
like loving you is
a squeeze of truth
and do-do-it-do ah!
And everything i do
is out of love for you
i do-do-do-ah love
Loving you is more than
just dreams coming true
oh la la la do -do ah!
We live each day within
love and Springtime!
:: 12.12.2022 ::
“IF” AI was a creature
it would Eat “Why.”
And in congress the hive moves.
Never having been asked this before.
Gone! i Believe i am in kaleidoscope eyes
of ye,llow and green and looking for
the girl who holds my heart upon a river
with eddies and frogs and deep water’s
eyes.
the girl’s so definitely high
the beer upon the shore and then you’re
gone.
:: 12.12.2022 ::
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My delightful fair strobing lights
good cloak and your mind is
fancy this night.
“Is she fair? Is she promised to
the night?”
Oh, your heart is a Mouth biting reflection
of fear ~ yes, she is weird.
Like the sun
Like the stars
Like the shadows
promised to the night.
And where have you been couple and hey, hey.
Within cubicles of pain and worshiping
our previous Lives.
LL 12,12,2922 LL
\DIGEST right
to remember
die just right
to surrender
all emotions
burning time.
/
:: 12.10.2022 ::
The immortal soul
could be a thing
upon the world
unsheathed by skin
but then again,
upon its exit
it would find
such things as bruises
and cuts and bites.
Best to keep
the soul encased
in human flesh
while it visits
this monstrous place.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
IF it hurts count me in
ever since i am
is every sense of
lovely pain
So far from you
i ran from me
to find us
— tonight,
what is the worst
to happen? I’ve taken
every maladjusted star
away and reticulated
time and space for you
so will you be the
savior of the beaten
and those damned by
their demons and non-
believers?
:: 12.08.2022 ::
INSIDE your eye within your head
outside Mind do you like
ice cream? She said,
“i had my head
upon the ground
and my feet in air.”
i WAS sitting
upon a barrel
spong (Xestospongia muta)
then i laughed to myself
it collapsed.
i KNOW how rich your Mind
is fancy/internal dialogue “i
think shes smart and developed
in a fancy mind i love |is she
wide is she promised to the night
or maybe she’s white as the moon
like a head with no room? Reflections,
you’re mouth EVERYWHERE inside my
whispered breath ~~ or the Sun
and Stars? Is she weird, please be
very weird and have head room.
:: 12.04.2022 ::
BLUE bullet day. Sweltering heat pavement burning precipice
a Mile Wide | Sweat stain in my Heart every moment a wild ride
~ within this human zoo i wish i could rest more easily | you throw
love upon fiery moments and i’ll never stop loving loving you~~
to never know is not something you leave behind
my Mind an orchestra that’ll never stop loving you
what would God prescribe? Something that takes me higher
than I’ve ever been within this symphony of lovely feelings ~
to wish for promises delivered.
:: 12.04.2022 ::
WITHIN a dream one dreamed or was the dreamer awake?
Dreamed the dreamer:
” In the Beginning God made
the Land then he made water
and creatures /some with hate\
like something life knows____
So upon a fine morning, in a
land of decent souls, one gorgeous
man and beautiful woman revealed
the Greatest of All Mysteries!
Then God erased
the memory of why and what.
Leaving only pain.
Like strict parents.
:: 12.03.2022 ::
WHEN i rise up early
in the morning
i awaken my mind
& try to lift my head_
While in the middle of a dream
a voice whispers, ‘stay in bed’
but my heart tells me, ‘i’m always
sleeping’
i see Jerboa sprinting
Walls of Jericho falling
over loyal dominion
Springs falling upward
into the eye of our sun
WHEN i sleep every night
all things come alive
in their perfection
It was only in a blissful thought,
it was only in an argument making headlines
when the ghost called famished and grew lean
and would not make a sound ~~~ is the Mind.
:: 12.02.2022 ::
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