NOW by walking i heard myself
the head checking upon the
Voice __forgetting all the
Pain __ paving a silent way
to escape : from EveryHow,
AnyWho & EveryThing…
i almost stepped upon &
crushed an Insect — it’s head;
futuristic-florescent green
and Legs longer than any cat-
walk Life’s stride //you can
become the sound all around you
or love the Soul that is protected
by the Hand of God\\ allow yourself
to forget words my dearest reader:
everyOne goes crazy every moment.
:: 05.07.2020 ::
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people dying dying lying //to make a buck
to keep the trust \\ — everybody talking
about G5, Gates and COVID in the eyes
in the sex in the air regulation meditation
–keep talking : if everyone says give
Peace a Chance — taste freedom behind
unlawful edicts — all we ar e saying
is give peace a chance.
What law are you breaking?
If we try to give Peace a Chance.
K E E P T AL KING
:: 05.07.2020::
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TOO TASTE SPACELESS NOW
purple heart hazelnut eyes
a beautiful world
& how they all crawl
upon your skin: a nuclear
field /so i have never had
that much time…, feeling
brain-traffic as you fly
back into space-time; sweet
naughty girl my Emily D.
:: 05.03.2020 ::
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That heart my butterfly!
Today I felt your wings
with the clasp-prose
of your loving Mind!
And we licked the pollen
sugar-lips of our souls
and flew off into
Life’s Unknown!
:: 08-23-2014 ::
rev: 05032020
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HAVE you never
ever walk
-ed the edge of
fields so yellow
they smell of Gold?
–the wheat fields
of Vincent Van Gogh
he was a bastard
to most but greatly
to ‘self’ –>kill
the personality
but never the Art
nor the Soul
:: 04.29.2020 ::
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i eat fresh flowers
(before they perish)
they die before devoured
simply: saved food & moods
stay sane when you can
we’re in the dark of Light
oh_! how like the
boy on a swing ; but if
you never know what important
things mean
— our smiled-faces
and gods shooting guns.
WE could ask for more:
our Hearts (whored) sounds:
singing fruit! Hey! come one
now: we dance and sing when
nothing bothers us.
i swallowed my head — so
worried — but okay you are
you & i am me everyday_
light my white candles.
:: 04.26.2020 ::
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little figurei beg of you
find our way home
it is no tHing to concern yourself
: and all your Youth & beauty
: little fingers play\
the score of forgetting
/ and now. YOu face eternal
time: come here. Now. &
forgive yourself.
:: 04.22.2020 ::
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ALICE all your friends are slow
if you follow then you shall know
but if you choose the rabbit hole:
All our friends are there
— they all ask of you; even
The One you know
he has Sudden Moves
IF you wait for reality to ask
then the universe will feel abused
but if you choose your hand
o v e r a g r e n a d e
the blood of the psychopath next
to you will release all pretension —
ask him; look at the eyes
oh daddy i love you
but outside is the boss
i think he is one of us
:: 03.30.2020 ::
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two sticks and a heart
upon a flat line life
+
\
|\_____minding OUR own
business then KarMA
–no apologies HITs
our sense of RIGHTs
:we all just wish
to be what we feel
with One; Mary! Mary!
I kicked off my shoe
you so easily amused
I gave God all my Sin
but He never asked for
all the Blame — I’m
in the Sun so I feel
so easily the fool
crying Take Me/too
:: 03.30.2020 ::
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Ok, I know so promise me
you’ll mind the facts:
– it wasn’t alive
– it was promised to the night
– it’s head has no heart
Like your MouthIS everywhere
no innocence; just Weird &
so White::she spats in little
bits, “I’m rich I’m fancy”
(man on horn: blue mercury
llup revo — pull over (YOUR
mouthIS everywhere) and her
head is full of EVERMore |
ok, i know so promise me…
:: 03.30.2020 ::
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