THE mouth of the cave gave mysteries
as butterflies spewed from it’s dark mouth.
The jack rabbit loped away toward the crested
ocean’s shoreline. The moon stared. Brilliant
silvery light upon the grounds around the dream
of the poet.
And words formed into dreams he could not write
until he slept / away from life \ toward the truth
of all that is real.
:: 06.23.2022 ::
The Cave of Mystery
Tibetan Breakfast
HOW ugly is beautiful in its exquisite way
and how beauty can be the definition of ugly!
AS if from great nature’s own abyss
of stores we compare prices between needs
and wants.
But miss —
the philosophical points of existence.
How wonderful is the line of straight and
true: we can ignore it or perish upon
it’s edges of right or left ~~ which is
the Tibetan breakfast of enlightenment?
Only one eye can tell the truth.
:: 06.23.2022 ::
The Quiet Nights
I would eat the night if the night were angry
it would be red and bright of yellows
In the sky would anger see the love of me
i have my ways of soldiering fate
Between Earth, Heaven and Moon i say
i have drawn a curtain of my skin
To protect the Love of lovers again
they sing and scream in delight
Again the world shall be reborn
within my own mind once again
How the feet of lovers move carefully
their hearts as air, the mouths of care
I am their romantic tune within their ear
a shadow opened upon their wounds
Again and again how i move the world
and all the creatures who sing with me.
:: 06.23.2022 ::
Today was Hot
TODAY was so hot ~~ the sun kissed the surface of Earth.
Today i’m fine i have no hair left but inside my soul
i find i am fine / today i ate a mars bar and it made me happy
/because i like brown skin \ and in my head i’m so ugly /
okay ~~ Sunday morning with church light candles I find God.
I’m so lonely / dye my new hair \ i am excited i am
and i don’t care because my soul is pure ||
Oh heck hey kick the bucket full of agony ~~~
I like how i feel so hurt i feel you’re not coming back
i loved how the clouds are so pareidolia showing scenes
within the blue skies of my life : i’m so complete because
i am ugly and broken eyes still see fractured life
like our days when i found God.
i don’t care because i fck myself. i don’t care because i fck you.
i don’t care because i am you.
How i like it that i’m not coming back and love how i killed
the spirit of what i miss in you and love you but never coming
back ______> i drank love from a fountain of Life
and in my ugly head sunday morning’s are all i care because in
my ;last days i found God.
:: 06.23.2022 ::
Morning’s Passion
And when morning is upon you
It’s like a blessing from God
Hear His voice, He will speak your thoughts
He gives the heart a reason to sing His praise
Who could this save but You through the One
Whose Name we long to speak
Hear the voice of His Spirit, Holy Spirit
Sing His praise for all
And we praise the morning dew and all the world
We praise the heart and soul! Like the first
morning’s petals flowered. Praise for life,
praise for the morning and a passion for Life!
:: 06.22.2022 ::
The Lost Love and Never Loved
FROM lost love and never loved
From schoolmates, dreams with the truest and the dullest
to those who were and those who might have been
to all the boys and girls all the present and all the past
from those who have it all to those who have nothing, so
they’ll have to make it
To all the righteous, without care of, for, to those with purpose
those who love, those who don’t from the moment we were born
to that time of dreams; a brother to that sister
the others, all of us.
I have a dream
I have a dream
I have a dream
Imagine what it would be like if we were one
To think that love is…
Yes it is
We have had enough of hate
Of violence and crime
Of tearing families apart
Of letting too many drop out of school
Of not getting a good education
Of not having hope
Of having a chance for success
Of caring, and giving, and Love
So that the words and the worlds
Would know that it is possible
That all we need is love
So that the demons and the monsters would see that it is
the path of light, and there is no need to fear.
All from lost love and the never-loved.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
Bifurcated Thoughts
WHAT is that __
\
I am sad or happy]\
? “come on…” talks like a possum
oh Karma arrested police makes me feel\
–? if it’s what you feel; if it’s
what Kings and Queens dealt; oh Night
camera-pareidolia / its what we eat
and what we digest in memories }}oh
forever i lost myself inside time
and space || many little ones \ oh
forget and forgive religion and
all sense of self –P{r}etty\
flesh cave inside the world.
And the world keeps on raining
all the graves opening to begin
again.
: 11.07;2021 ::
Coughing Coffee Beans Next to Books
DID you see that girl in the corner? Next to the books and coffee beans?
Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages
of a book of sleeping poetry. I felt warm never looked away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i’m sentimental___(
going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter
pie. Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it’s knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea.
All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes
washed: pets fed and plants watered.
Oh romanichel heart. For the world.
Swollen lips – un bisou!
She (the one who loves me and does
not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!
Pink Throated Bird Singing
WHAT of THAT thing called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep. What then? That dare?
To become less than me?
I adore the music of the birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings my skin and heart watching and hearing
the freedom of song within those distance trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught!
But my heart sings. It sings as the birds are so free!
Those! Them among tall trees!
I am (say, like I lost my direction) and say whatever or worse but if I
ever lose my faith in you there’s nothing left to lose).
:: 09.18.2021 ::
A Moment of Time Within a City in Hot Summer
A HOT SUMMER keeps my feet moving
BLUE WHALES never know how to do dancing
summer days but it's alright you know it's
all right i say to the ocean life
CRAZY ways how people cope within
precedents of their behavior
the beggar and the banker alike
holding out eager hands for money
but the street walk cooks the ankles of
women and skaters in shorts -- but it's alright
Boy with a slinky drops his toy oh oh oh
down the Fairlane it goes passing by pedestrians
worshipping shopping and bus routes along the way
oh ah oh ooh — slinky don’t go / down a city drain
and into the labyrinth of under belly Souls.
Faith baY-baY-bee.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
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