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TO have seen the path beyond the veil, apprehensively
somewhere I have walked, the promise within those eyes
of you and their silence: the strongest-frail wish
by pursed lips of gesture are things that invite me,
but as perfect as a star too far to have ever touched
and intellect and that beauty and richest soul tells me
you can easily unclose me like the sun to a rose whose
petals are saved by a grand presence of golden light
that if, by chance, my heart has not already made flight
toward the sun in all my delirious wishful needs!
but if (which is a big sounding word “IF”) we choose
to be together like space and time which if i were
that rose would beautifully invite entwined meaning
:to include love — which glues all the scattering
unimaginable pieces of all things into one
i would wish and might and say and sing:
“Marigold! Marigold! What richest color that touches
me and my soul!”
:: 07-16-2015 ::
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Flash-frame movement the Almost believing
simulacrum-life animated mannequin
who I loved whose hand touched mine :
a cold touch and on the road all these
(i, trapped inside the skull)
saw these almost unreal things behind their wheels
moving toward something like thousands of gallons of Vaseline
pouring over humanity (for a while, you could see…)
so atrophied and consumed by these animated apostrophes
and i spoke but they did not feel: i stuffed my heart
back inside the slit of my vaginal heart — there’s a
crab’s eye at the end of it’s stalk!
:: 07-14-2015 ::
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A living soul gave me a message
today:
“You are remembered within your grave”
and i should reply:
“the biggest fire is before sunset
when families reside upon
a wooden table to fest in life”
And i should cease to breath a terrible
whistle sound by six pm
and (thank you Emily)
“No Coward Soul Is Mine!”
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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sun
is a kiss
and Soul
a wish
whose lips are fire)
lay before life
dreams so fragile
to the ground
and music:
poetry comes alive!
screaming tired winds of doves
so brightly against fearful life
when death comes
it is a friend!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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if once by large time and C H A N CE
supposing i dreamed this) and like
more than feelings,,,when day has
POWER-CHORDS the sea of wishful crowds
of lonely masses! i ask please bring
your friends and be so self-assured
and walls of pseudo-life shall not
reckon how you and yours are along the
way to dust — Nations and Souls
fall when the center has weakened
and personal wonderful dreams are
not a guess! all life will flower!
and laugh-sparkle from!
like cats chasing mice
like men chasing women
like pissed off society
Hench the rotten core
of putrid policy
DC is an aborted fetus
we’re so raped and pregnant
and we find it hard to love
the evil within our womb
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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WE will never have
a scientist as a President
nor a philospher as President
or an artist as a President
: the role is exclusively
reserved for SOCIOPATHS
And don’t even think of poets!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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IF the gods of time and space relent and if there’s any kind
of justice under this sun and if all the great questions
have no answers then what becomes of humanity?
And if the love of lovers are mirages brought by heat
of passion from the heart of an animal soul — then
let the oceans meet the land
let the magma burst forth
and clear the land
oh, let us try once again in another time oh oh
We live according to race and political shade and our
life is traded by tradition and false religions but we
should keep on trying and i am who i am
you are you and we are One
So let’s keep on trying!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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IF i am separated from your love
then from your hands and heart and
brains: and the soul i saw flutteR
across a golden field outside my
window on I-10 just today
now, oh seriously!
–that since when you disappeared
“i/we” tripping, stumbling as a fool
i wonder: life, that i do drink
from soul’s fountain-dreams
and those line of old books of poetry
across the room taste like wishing-
liquid tears i sometimes THEN drown
within//and mother/father/GoD
is this ink well fathomlessly?
and i know: fear trembles just
a bit beyond a little distant
an instant compared to time!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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All right, okay, tonight we’re talking about
drugs: “Marijuana!”
No. Not Marijuana
“Hash!” No. Not hash!
“Speed!” No, not speed.
It’s let’s give a fuck!
And when i’m at work i want to work
so hard but walk so far between
alone and hearts
sweet so sweet i see the last breath
is colleagues and i can smell formaldehyde
on their breath it makes me wish i could
crawl inside their casket and find solace
the dead always smile when their flesh
fades away and i like lollipops cause
living souls can lick and the dead don’t
have tongues
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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IF I SLEEP AND AWAKEN WITHIN A DREAM
i believe uh huh, believe
in what we are missing
witness the ghosts leaving
a spread of oh what we are
space: and i believe i dream
and dream of father’s in deserts
and mother’s in oceans
i dream so far i hooked Leviathan
in shadows of all my shame
i dream i had a secret promise
only (what torture says) is me:
i dream so logical within all
my dreams and i dream away
dream i’m awake when i sleep
and who knows : if i measure
life by sleep then i’ve been
the long death –> sleep!
and if i sleep and awaken in
a dream i should dream love
:: 07-11-2015 ::
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