I saw a lie cross a path
anemic and weak it made its way
craving souls that only know
life of fear and pain
It did not have far to go.
//-//
Anemic Lie
O
One dimly-seen sunset to the next…
And all will be well, then.
Let me hear the sound of my voice
And it will be O
O you’ll wake up dead…
And I’ll sit looking through the red door,
A clock on its delicate stand…
It will be there on Christmas morning,
You will go on your knees and pray,
As the clock chimes four.
Then the doors will open once more.
And you’ll go to the altar,
Then I’ll show you my body,
And my spirit,
Like the thing of hell itself,
A hairy thing, rotten…
You’ll feel you’ve come to a place…
That’s different.
To have your spirit stopped,
As it presses against the bed,
Is worse than death…
And your hands will feel a ghastly little thing,
You’ll think, oh, god…
Then suddenly…
You’ll feel yourself,
Like you’ve always been,
Like I was,
Like I’ve been in my whole life
And the sea…
Let me hear the sound of my voice,
And it will be O
O you’ll wake up dead.
:: 09.13.2022 ::
Corazon Colapsado
THE WORLD is beside me
eating my dreams
the footsteps of souls
wet from wept tears
forever my unwritten story
cowered scribe inside
destroying all god’s light
becomes dry dirt
and lost eversecent
words.
My collapsed heart.
:: 09.13.2022 ::
Angels Weep
I feared a thing untold unseen! That thing I feared within my mind!
A thing too, seen? Split by half in such unknowns AS I strove to know
what i must. Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!
Imperfect thoughts rolled from higher ground to low!
Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tried to stitch the past
when love was good! But life ran beyond the needle and instead stitched time
within my soul! I, cry. Oh crave to mind my own peace but thoughts
came into my mind.
Oh father! Toward my hands I give you my Spirit! Oh Father! forgive me.
i am a flesh creation weeping for the last time. So fractured in suicide.
Queen! dead! King of Life. Jesus embrace us and all our dirty skin
please forgive us for our transgressions.
Father! Mother! weakness Evil!
Fire! Birth! Life! Into my heart you have burned and taken love from my spirit
while i weep for those weaker who never knew ~~~ imperfect thoughts
And quietly heaven’s angels wept. As all creation.
Dying is righteous. If we leave flesh and blood.
:: 09.09.2022 ::
Give Love to All
Hush now and close your eyes
how i know you wish for life
how i hope you agree with me
now young heart so flower-like
tender fields of wished dreams
how i wish you dreamed as me
that clouds are pillows
oceans tears of joy
mountains like resolve
rest in peace
and remember what you said
“just give love to all.”
It’s what you showed me.
Just give love to all.
:: 09.09.2022 ::
Continued Existence
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,__
what sentient life is
But tell me love is enjoyable
For untold dead dream
and us, the living wish
to know
That goal is not death within
a grave but that flesh and bone
to leave us alone
Ascending towers with enjoyment
and never sorrow
to dust we leave behind legacies
and act, that each to-morrow
__find us farther away
from this dreadful Dream we
call ‘life.’
That continued existence.
:: 09.08.2022 ::
M E D U S A
Left life ? then again
in a shadow i dreamed
i touched your hair
Inside a castle
Once a knight i dreamed
then cancelled all flight
staying here for you statue
Summer dream deep inside
solid winter mud i stayed
listening to the creep
of time ten thousand fold
only to dig out upon
the land ~~~ Gorgo! Is one
name but call me Medusa :
within living venomous snakes in place
of hair. Turn to stone turn to stone
if I have no love for you
| you wish upon that star — why is
it you never cared? ~~~ you turn
(in universal mind) to stone____
never tell me what to do!
:: 09.08.2022 ::
Pluto, Scorpio & 8th HOuse
HEARD the dust speak behind a whore house
full of women loving bondage men
wild cards play out with king of hearts
spade of Queen
fetus between knees
Pluto, Scorpio the 8th house.
how stupid & contagious
dark relations
screaming hello
and karma! Fame of life.
Talented and sure
talent praised for a time
In a life time by generations
Kendra-Trikona! Hello oh hello.
Singing over lips
M-E-P-P-R-I-C-T is the hymn of the lord.
May all the cosmos around & behind us
answer & be answered by the whole universe
where’s our Sun?
Hum-a-p-o-o-l-a-t-c-r-i-n-e-s
:: 09072022 ::
A Walk Through the Furnace of Desert
i beg my feet.
three steps then water.
Dreaming of a river with
silt that flows / as my
joints and bones \
become purple yellow
as the dying sun
tasting smooth-cool
creek’s liquid with
sweet heavy dew
which feeds God’s
heavenly garden.
My gaping mouth refuses
as my Soul is quenched
by my Lord’s tears.
:: 09.07.2022 ::
Who Weeps For Whom
The world is beautiful.
The arche of Tutis weakens
by the fire of unrelenting time!
As embers cool do not weep for us
as the world is not here
it does not sleep —
as love sheaths untold dreams
as nature’s winds blow
and sight behold miracles.
A beat of a single heart
as gentle as autumn rain
the creatures of nature awaken
with morning’s hush,
a single voice of Light
up-flinging rush
of departed Souls unto Heaven,
is today by transcending soft
night
Do not weep for me
Do not weep for us
we are elsewhere
and not the dust.
:: 09.07.2022 :
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