THE human heart
is romantic
BUT a flower
has never waged
WORLD WAR
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ALONE IS WITH ME
Alone is with me for just this day
we share together the many things
that only Alone and me can enjoy;
the space to breathe
the time to see
a place with joy
a mind to heal
Alone is with me for just this day
we share together the many things
that only Alone and me can enjoy;
Does your Alone share with you?
A moment of silence then
shall you know!
:: 03-31-2017 ::
GLIDING KING OF THE BOULEVARD
AND Jesus! Like-licking lollipops gliding King
of the boulevard of spirit dreams
and I licked-like sticks like the wooden
cross across Life Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he’s taking me–somewhere
I want to be? Like my best friend
and religion is a sidewalk with many souls
walking the path toward diminished dreams
of an afterlife dry-glow-stick lick
so I’m taking my best friend who knows
all my buttons; pushing love
and my shadow-affair’d life
IT’S where I rest my head
just me and my ballpoint pen-Head
called, “Me” and it’s my Soul and
where I want to be.
:: – ::
PHANTASMAGORIA — To Be Alone
there below the last of her
b r o k en h e ART
spread a love that soothed
a secret sorrow!
with life a most inconsiderate
partner of grit, emotion,
and sweat she bit,
punched and screamed,
“If you’d leave me
alone please!”
:: 03-29-2017 ::
OAK BRANCH
being Born is still new:
UP
./ \ON strong wings after long
Rainy throaty days i grew
while wet-horny drops
+died+ seeping into mother
earth and her musty-moisty
soil; the oak’s branch
reached toward Death
(its bark loud & rough)
. the vision of the exotic
Specter too reached out
toward me and bowed while
shedding crimson tears for
my strange Existence.
:: 03-29-2017 ::
LACRIME DI DOLORE
LACRIME DI DOLORE
(Tears of Sorrow)
oh! How sweet is Death
MY! how love burns in Life
that much more in Death
oh! How sorrow becomes concrete
MY! how sparrows Sing in Spring
that is how you are dear
Always will be for me!
:: 02-10-2017 ::
THAT MUCH SLAUGHTERED FOR A SWEETNESS
so much darkness so much light
when i cannot see i remember
to never look directly into
that dark and sorry ending
(while the faithful are healing;
angels are mending (so many
as mountains)) and that much
slaughtered for a sweetness
we all call The Light.
:: 03-06-2017 ::
RUSHING INTO THE DARK HOUR
BENEATH my breath are quiet words
which spirit feeds and fire Eats:
a promulgated non-scientifically
personal fact. A unity of a
membership-less Club of Souls
== the latent release of human-
life. Remarkable abilities
for an animal in terrestrial
nature!
The power of:
self-control
creative power
reconstructive power
power of faith
and the power of
revivification.
Gently, a small reminder:
we are not Gods but
only that god is imprisoned
within each of Us.
The delusion of negative
energy.
And increasing momentum
which the world is rushing
into the Dark Hour.
:: 01-18-2017 ::
PATHéTIQUE
EMOTIONS are just no words
between the wind & just One
are the true feelings when
fleeing life’s seemingly
unjust pain!
AS like, oh tear-filled Soul!
With held-head high and heart
so sweepingly Low and the sky
weeps along with every broken
Spirit as the sun tending bent
stems in far-flung worlds
removes all barges of sand
-sadness against your heart.
And through your pain and
forgiving tears the soul clears
as blue as skies: exists
only for brevity of reprived
mortal pains!
And while the Earth apparently
stirs within mysterious ways,
you whom i shall never forget
who gave birth to love once
again (for me) the festival
is no longer a surprise as
i know your words like pillars
uphold my tender sensibilities:
and loveless life is treasonist
and the crime a punishment of
diminished returns!
:: 01-16-2017 ::
A MOMENT OF SELF-AWARENESS
To which THAT one awakens: it is not just the “me”
but the flesh that covers my modesty / we call
it humanity | as though each flesh of island
requires labels to offset such nonsense
as separatedness!
Being born is a moment; first steps then
tears and fears ensue /burst of self awareness
and as you knew: life is not short and you can
truly fly if you do not forbid something
indescribably precious for, “which no one ought
to see …”
i say life is not weird
but the human condition
the ribbon of perception told billions
of times within the lie of separatedness.
If i am alone then 7 billion too —
silliness! One is all and all is One
and all other perceptions shadows dancing
upon the walls!
:: 01-16-2016 ::
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