Category Archives: #words

TWO CURIOUS MINDS

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TWO CURIOUS minds entwined with the mind of God;  Einstein and Bohr.  The debate was difficult and more tipsy from decades of argument their friendship soared

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Determinism an evil force if to be believed by?  Refutes all claims of an eternal spirit that decides external scapegoats lay blame says those without souls

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And through the window of a prestigious institute a wildly white-haired man peered across the campus and noted a beautiful garden next door

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It belonged to those who had lost their mind in ways similar to all those who — like him tried.  The lunatic asylum could be his home if not more

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Back to the blackboard with weapon in hand, the equation for his madness; unified field theory fleeing all sensible manner it hid as a wolf in his den

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Not a weak heart so his bold heart worked and labored shredding chalk and sweating drops of intuition variables came and left as Mistresses in his mind

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The gravity of this situation was to marry such forces his ill-born child, not just his own– cried in his arms papa Einstein fed his baby but would never put it to bed.

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SPIDER

SPIDER


PARADISE BY TULIPS

It’s lovely when it’s
loving like-licious
Between two cotton
candy jelly-Bean
butterflies I am kissING
eternally your tulips
by paradise that I am
wishing!

:: 04-30-2017 ::


IF THOUGHT A THING

If thought a thing
not seen or smelled
// an utterly impossibility to tell//
And sight and sound are seen and heard
But kindness and mercy
so felt and loved;
sure as shirred — the heart
an egg without her shell!

:: 04-29-2017 ::

 


BUILDERS OF REALITY

“Time drops all these moments as
decayed, spoiled riches.
And vibrating strings of light
dance the tip of Souls while
enjoying the orchestra
of all life!” — E.P. Robles

[Too late; as late as it gets thought I.]

Upon this very late or very early
morning while i began to realize
i left my dreaming snoring then upon
a glint from parted curtains I was certain
a something queerly missing ~ or should
i say amiss.

There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts
while peering out my window pane
i came to see a dastardly scene that
almost certainly brought me to my knees!
There upon the shrouded street
were many short blue-clothed things
busily erasing each moment as it passed.
Unbeknown that “i” was one between
the ‘there’ and ‘here’ they froze
all the while i stood and stared;
“Oh no oh no!” they screamed at me
squirming then churning they moved
and rebuilt the past you see
and found myself in bed again
and all ends well that begins
and all beginnings have always been
–endings are myth!

:: 04-20-2017 ::


AND IF NOT FOR

 and if not for
 the melancholy pebbles lining our narrow
 path
 and if not for
 the bruised-throated mourning birds'
 sorrow
 how else if not through faith
 how else if not through love
 that all shadows can stand
 that all light within be strength
 and if not for
 God
 an impossibility
 and if not for
 Love
 an impossibility!

:: 04-08-2017 ::

HE PULLED HIS FORTY-FOUR

Tiny Tim with droopy eye went out
with corpse-woman (she’d heard
he’d died)
Had a cigarette between two finger’d
bones called life and when living
ladies heard he’d died the world
began its wailing from the other side.
LAPD roped off the scene but the
ribbons were too low for ghosts and
all his demons.  Detective Mister
found his bloody revolver and no cell
block too secured assured for dead
men so police offricer said, “Tiny Tim
was too beautiful but he died today;
the judge had verdict match the
coroner;  misadventure in love case
closed casket so move along move
along my fiends.

:: 03212016 ::


FUNERAL OR VICTORY

No youth or age hides from an eternal rule:
the touch of vulnerability     by which all creatures of Sea & Land
bayonet->all|sides| of the same chordTingles confusion
the brainsBROken-spoken politeness  revealed by natural light a
sewn-skin upon a parched vacant Post-sign by-wild(er) words (ok)_.
So We cry. A miracle so difficult! And then blew my eyes saying,
‘Dead is a miracle feeling no pain’
toward my pain feeling long history//the banality of insanity
rolled a beach ball by the hand of God-Bless i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away keeps unto the majestic miracles    -Father;
we children cry when we see
the End of Loved Ones                                     we
believing YOU: funeral                                     or
victory!

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WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU

<grinning>
oh hello hello
could it be you’re
looking for me?

and I’ve got oranged
stains of summer
bleeding upon
my knees

hello?

what moves you higher(
a chilling ride) ?
adults say what
they  w(on’t)ant</frowning>
i’m more the same
like life’s (say-u)
vibrations which move
my hands And
we watch the dolls
we watch them cry (it’s
theday
ohyes it’s the day that
the free died and the
living tried to say,
” i’M TRYING!” SO toDay
i pulled the trigger
today i tried
to claim
‘all theTrialsofmy
brothers & sisters) AND
fate said, “all arms inside
of you so you don’t die”_
so one More time Around
the, “Merry-Go Down”

:: 11.18.2016 ::


MY ANCIENT SOUL UNRAVELED

i try to ignore the dreamy steps with their gaping eyes staring,
undressing me until no flesh is left, nor bones.

Life.

Again, i try to ignore the sound of a train-like roar
as this soul of my own walks the cracked broken rails
of living this citrus -orange life…

of picked Memories,

like the ink that enchants me as though each character strung-out
is as a pearl necklace with a hint of ocean’s salty tears,
and no longer a need to ignore.

As i watch, i catch the grand sight
of my ancient soul unravel as flotsam
and spirit as jetsam into that mystery
we deeply have begged to know!
I select you.

:: 01152016 ::