Holy is the feeling of you with me
marching through life with me
Struggling with me / some can shine
some even fly and some can slay time
but all these feelings of mine
allow me to cure pain
to endure the bite of my Mind
When you’re with me
beside me and not
against life you’re
with me /. Marching through Life
with this heartbreak called RUIN.
:: 09-25-2018 ::
DO not weep for me tonight
the streets are sleeping
and stars singing their light.
Forgive the clouds you see
some days they weep for you
but in secret feed the trees.
If the world should express
emotions of compassion
it should be for Love;
the language of Things
Great and Small.
:: 09-25-2018 ::
SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say
but my thoughts first
through my heart —
is how my own Life
governed by Soul
on this and every day
For some a prison
by thoughts
whose fears as bars
and regrets like walls
i say best to greet mentation
through Love and Spirit
first and foremost of all!
:: 09-26-2018 ::
THESE terrors squeezing life
the unraveling || greatly suffers
a crying child with tremors and
mobbing monsters walking
with shadows || when your mind
is struck in terror like this
aaagh! Save the angels but
forget me –brave the light of
day where terror shows it’s face
{gripping the throat} is the greatest
horror of all __i am a madman bleeding eyes shut
and acrylic paints the INK the most!
Tyrant! Is fear the most!
:: 09-17-2018 ::
WHY does sorrow soar as love
and sadness sink like fear
and love burst like anger
when the mouth remain
as “O” and hands clasp
like death as arms flay
like clowns and tears be tears
when the world remains as is
while is is not as good as good
can be?
Wake me up
when the curtains
have fallen
And as the lights
have dimmed.
:: 09-20-2018 ::
IN LOVING memory of the countless
forgotten moments i said of Love,
“My Fear Does Not Believe In You.”
That love believed in me
That love forgave me
That love loved me
is the purest
of all love.
Is Love.
:: 09-20-2018 ::
THAT Love-Bee
whose royal coat
i adore be love!
That love is
amazes me
and loyal-note
to the world:
pain is sharp
a laugh lighter
but love the regal
sting of love-bee!
:: 09-20-2018 ::
… absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?
Zero.
Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.
Words.
The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.
What then?
HORROR.
:: 09-21-2018 ::
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absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?
Zero.
Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.
Words.
The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.
What then?
HORROR.
:: 09-21-2018 ::
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