deeper Than Death
so i have
broken the vow
of my soul
my Spirit says..
it isn’t so.”
t hen 2 U”
just
DEATH
:: 10-07-2017 ::
deeper, Than Death.
JUXTAPOSITION
wet leaves upon the heels
of my tender bare feet
tall trees and night breezes
seem to sing, “love you”
my heart’s last beatings
like a far-seen ocean voice
and all the flowers exhaling
sad perfume from dilapidated
buds — maybe next season
Your hands so big around :
the tower of my mind
how sad you make me leave
all my worries behind.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
VIIII
Laughing is absolute freedom
while Wishing is the well of slavery
And Pain and suffering is the glue
to bind soul and spirit.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
So Many Faces
so many faces
so many sorrows
so may they be
for only today
and not for
tomorrow
tomorrow is a
thought perched
upon the heart
of a deep spring
as childhoods of
yesterdays with
much promise
to pet the head of
a sparrow is to tell
the difference between
bone and marrow
to kiss the dirt upon
my knees is supplication
for the golden ratio
to live, to cry
to hurt and die
to love and fly
to crash and lie
is human.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
The Nectar of My Life
Detached petal Beneath a midnight sun Catch your kiss Before it’s gone i have your skin Within my soul You’ve no other To burn so i go i'm still planted Within the garden Of the dead Keeping my stem toward The midnight sun i'm the one you Pulled to blow Twisting within The charcoal air i'm the spirit With a bee Stealing all The nectar Of my life And if i pollinate Before i'm gone Let it be somewhere The daylight sun goes Because i'm the spirit With a bee stealing all The nectar of my life :: 10-07-2017 ::
THE COSMIC NUMBER
So 137 you were not
my prime partner
a number without
an imaginary part
shave my head
cause i’m to blame
for all i learned
the fine structure
And am i the only 1?
so waste me ! ~
the wind blew over
not just Wolfgang
but me all from
The Numerical lunatic
asylum!
beyond physics!
Jung, so young my son
breaking things
and conjuring bug
s –having fun reaching
breaching mind without
fear:
137 reaching DNA
of light : sum =
“Kabbalah.”
:: 10-05-2017 ::
I’m a Brain on a Leash
i’m a brain on a leash
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
leaving memories every
moment as i step into
another realm
a million scents and
no one to tell
the paws say how much
i love you all
well arf, growl and licks
scratch the ears to know
how orgasmic feelings are
and no one to tell
sniff, sniff, tears
riffs, riffs, fears
words, words, here
i ate my bowl o’ prison food
want to catch the cat too
tell her how much i love
how delicately she purrs
i’m a brain on a leach
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
licking hands that love
who love me too.
:: 10-05-2017 ::
Yearning Love
THAT i have hidden my flesh away
so no one touches it
i cannot hide the soul of me
without effort, it rises upon
its own
but the flesh speaks and yearns
to be with the remote love of you
there is nothing more to do
— it is sheltered.
And yet, aside from Soul the rest
is a noisy child wishing food
and i tell the child:
soon. soon.
:: 11-04-2017 ::
VIII
IN quiet moments
My brain screams
Delightful sun rays
Melting inside me
The grass is green
the fence slowly
rotting.
:: 10-04-2017 ::
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