AND
what is love?
a penny
upon the eyes?
(death)
Or grand fields
of green and
blue skies.
WHAT is death?
the last breath
wishing love?
(life)
or beautiful moments
of life remembering
small pieces of living.
And little feet running
across rice paper
like winds swaying
giant elephant ears
in late Autumn anguish.
Who alive can see these
miraclous moments//
I say a very old soul!
:: 1o2-03-2017 ::
i looked outside my sad window
and ate a piece of my heart
; felt the cold through the glass
window of this old home.
bidding time biting nails
and hear the bell tower at
6 pm — everything but you
So i called my mother – she was
out painting colors like
the sky at sunset so i put
upon my flesh (the raincoat)
from the pouring rain
Everything but you
Bit the upper flesh of my lip
and tucked inside my heart
from all the pain all the pain
— and I know dear, you love me;
you were meant for me and I for you;
I stood within the vast emtipness
of a field; shed the poison of
hurt and tramau and knelled inside
the mud and frozen dirt. If not
for my human form I could be just
the brilliant light within my Soul
; and if you failed to notice,
if you failed to see — love deserves
more than foolish games; word play,
terrible stares; horrible words.
:: 12-01-2017 ::
MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone as Love and Spirit have \defeated them;
and what is left is a gaping holethat can only be filled by Light and Soul.
Gripping my throat / gripping my soul / gripping all life;
Is my fear\is my fear\is all my undying fear
AND my lover, the other; a woman who stole my heart — i gave her all
that of good & bad; and my heart — always one too!
Don’t you breath upon me my fear!
don’t you tread upon me evil one!
If I could cry and I’ve tried
If I could sleep and I would
I would never belie this fact:
that many hearts are darkly lit
but never within my own heart!
:: 12-01-2017 ::
Rev: 02.24.2020
Deep inside my mind
simply within my dreams
Who let the stars fall
down upon my head ?
All I was and am —
all we are when loved
//the heat and cold\\
a traveler of love
and hate — all revealed.
Take my hand and kiss
all of my tongues —
building towns and cities
–oh, oh…it’s clear
oh…oh… so simple!
Lady upon the white horse
naked and pure: oooh!
baby, I’m applying –\
no denying | oh!
ooooh! Yeah! I smell
the cherries upon the
Spring leaf of your thighs
–Oh! And all I see is
love — and the moon sunk
Come on, come on come one
As I see this razor land
can I find — can I find
Can I find yooooooooou
ooooooooh…..
This story like time releases
me — a desert dream // a
minute within kasmire dream
a soft sikly four wind-sail
and no provision//just oh oh
just a deep dream deep dream
oooh.
:: 11-29-2017 ::
You walked so congratulations
all across the opinions of
everyone you knew– so you won
Keep your Soul — hmm,
hmm, hmm, so it seems
you are so scared to live
instead, you use your words
hmm, hmm, hmm, your opinions
And now you break all those
hearts who believed in you
–today (within my heart
& head) the sun is bright
so I ate it and now I’m dazed
— so yeah hey! yeah! hey!
I was so lonely until I blamed
my head for all the faults of
my hurt for my lonely heart
so yeah! yeah!
So now I’m cured by the love
of living inside my loneliness
and I’m just fine –can’t wait
to meet love there.
:: 11-27-2017 ::
Four leaves –> one dies
as before
Chains like a noose
My dear, a cartoon —
Cheerios and cool-aid
My knees bleeding /
mom I fell \ my mood
changed again / here again
_darkness again!
Save Kids and food
Watch wallet …
accounts like numbers
falling waters drowning
kids — but you don’t know
what it means but you don’t
want to know what it means
“We’re drowning/singing\
and you love us any who”/
We could ask for more —
hesitation like a whore
thinks what is darkness —
less or more?
We don’t ask and don’t ever
ask more | riding bicycles
we’re just youth in a degenerated
society.
And Nice so nice to breath
Oh so nice to be just us.
:: 11-27-2017 ::
Click bate — bitch bate!
I hate the way you
masturbate!
No noose so lose you
give everything a
knock around!
Rape me: my throat
Rape me: my friends
Rape me: always again
So you watch me
looking always
through hateful eyes
cause I’m the only one
cause I’m the only one
cause I’m the only one
Watch all the other ones
so much like you wearing
the same clothes
So waste so fate comes
Again my love again my hate
from loving only you
My family says I’m a whore
God weeps especially so
since I gave It my Heart
Language is only characters
like souls – speechless so
So rape all of my loved ones!
Tell me you hate me
Tell me where you buried me
And we will always be there
to serve the deserved ones.
Youth is fire — age is mortar
and castle walls solid against
all that my brain knows.
Click bate — bitch bate!
I hate the way you
masturbate babe!
:: 11-27-2017 ::
i see the tower of impeccable love
mystics have played there before
and my bleeding heart too,
by the creek of golden waters
And my soul soaking love
my love by the sun: our hearts
eating light.
I have seen the history
of enchantment so many years ago
the numbers too large; too large
but not by love or the sun.
Too — like when hope is torn apart
and all that is realized is by
the sun we eat in part.
One by one so together; two
by different parts and legends
for good sake: we are loved
by the Sun!
Spirit! above flesh! The forgiveness
by goodness’ sake! Love is forever
and kindness for human’s-sake |
Let kindness be the wise visitor
Allow wisdom into your heart;
to be so secured is all the wisdom.
All of the good and to believe in
the good of man.
All of the good within this universe.
:: 11-22-2017 ::
WORDS are solid like symbols who make imagery numbers real
And it hurts when you look away; so afraid to meet real;
Where do your eyes roll? Inside a cave bone of human skull
and the rest, just, just decaying meat?
Mister Munster man — little lamb and ham
the tender feelings between my aching feels
like burning stars falling upon my bleeding eyes
and Modern Poetry is a deceased body of regurgitated
bile “ we need new renewed souls something like
the discarded embryo’s some use as a contraceptive
device //my priceless advice __> not any chance,
keep your words to yourself less they invade my
perfect thoughts about horror || she took away
during the middle of the day the unborn dreams
of someone (like always “somebody else”) put
the foot of a heel upon the throat of one who
never spoke! NEVER! EVER! EVER! FOREVER!
And so many loose eyes rolling around within the
world’s skull
so many eyes
so many lies
so many deaths
so many lost chances
to make the world a wonderful place.
:: 11-22-2017 ::
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