FEELING telling DYing yelling
screaming painful words my love
I should banish my tongue dear
The world and love would praise this
feat I cannot bear
;I am the fear
that adores you
The hidden heart
of a broken soul
So love me and
especially hate
the little spot
I possess called
fear; I kiss you
a million hearts
//my enduring lover
:: 06-20-2015 ::
drowning thoughts
hug me today please
all should have i seen
pleases me now >> dear
nature touching me
a warmth of love so
dearly greatly now
sings to my heart
To move with the wind!
To sing with the sun!
To bind my tongue
in stunned pleasantry!
A grande death of love!
to open one’s eyes;
a final moment of seeing
is what beauty is!
:: 06-20-2015 ::
Buddha smiled, Big Belly laugh
OM OM OM
slipt inside a pit of holiness
and ate the mud of birth
God tastes so vaginally sweet
like a pink cotton candy stick
And the Theme Park of Life
swelled in a lustful passion
breaking the rays of a light bulb sun
a 100 watts keeping sight of all souls
A tendency to slip into hungry shadows
and the monkeys within their caged world
threw feces at the visitors watching them
be so unnaturally confined
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo
We’re all One
:: 06-20-2015 ::
Hungry tongue keeps tasting
missing words and I keep writing,
“That that is is that that
is not is not that is it is it not:
So on this hot summer’s day I
threw in commas and spoke with
a fed tongue:
“That that is, is. That that is not, is not.
That is it, is it not?”
And me and my mouth rejoiced without ever
eating the poisoned apple || God swore
and the devil danced, angels rejoiced
and whores and poor men laughed
like aborted children left inside a gutter
:: 06-20-2015 ::
have you seen
the giant-small?
it lives in glass
and sleeps in dirt
one to show
the other to hurt
have you seen
the giant-small?
it lives in love
and sleeps in gold
one to hug
the other to hurt
::-::
I chanced upon an exquisite puzzle one day
It was tiny in size and easy to touch
I did not want to figure it out
but just to hold…
I turned it this way, that way
— any way it would move!
And at times interlocking pieces
would come and go
Eventually I closed my eyes
and relied on touch and faith
and found it much easier to navigate
Life is such, that way.
::-::
Today I faced
a wall in my way
but did not see
a barrier.
Instead I saw
steadfast resolve
::-::
SOME say death is by chance
a twist of fate,
merely happenstance
And others take the rein
seeking death by their
own hands
I say death is the magician
a slight of hand, misdirection
allowing humans to believe
the end is Fate or Self-Fulfilled
But angels see the Cold Pact
forged before time itself
Life is a ledger and always
paid when balance is due
::<>::
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