‘i live like cement
a human form as i was
born — too much.’
so late: fluid mental
state –> a human form
where i performed …
red panda. Red Panda
come save me today.
fuzzy hugs warm
nuzzles frizzy!
:: 11-01-2016 ::
THAT it is at night’s
awning through over-past
dazed-berated spirits leaving
that sun-crest hope of cuts?
these days such warnings (tonight)
when belief flees my soul!
That love, too, my longing!
So we fly.
:: ~~ ::
if I LOVE what be more
that I express—stumble tumble
my tears a leg broken shoe
I should not beg the spot
where love that touched
the center of my yellow sun
so I love what never-touched
that red blot center of your heart
and if I love what be more?
:: 06-09-2014 ::
Inner song
bring my soul
a tune to sing
one so old
that when first sang
before the sun
whilst angels danced
a circle they ran
around the space
where lay Earth!
Inner song sing to me
a sweet-toothed tune
pick up my shadow
and show it the light
and angels dance
they circle me
around the space
where lay my soul!
:: 04-02-2014 ::
i am i am i am
tic toc tic toc tic …
probabilities are
pointless in a ‘many
worlds-interpretation‘
we are we are we are
thump thump thump thum …
the reduced choice
wwwwwhere lovvvvvveee
IS ALL.
:: 08-07-2016 ::
What morning sky!
[and the air will not
let you go]
what blue fair air!
[and the ground shall
receive you]
what gracious gift of life!
[crush! …remember to
always look up when singing]
:: 08-07-2016 ::
I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
sleep and
experienced dark claws
of rough black earth
awaken me
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
toward Heaven
This I saw while
being born
This I know as
each small day
i die slowly //
:: 08-07-2016 ::
so i just died today –>like yesterdays and
i’m a friend of my own mind so ugly
And today i sang angelic songs cause
i’m so past flesh yeah, past
yeah, past yeah past
And if i’m lonely i speak to myself
and once heard how
faulty my pluming is from the bottom
to the top of my sun-bleached skull
yeah yeah yeah
yeah oh yeah
yeah!
I carry your corpse within my heart
You killed me when you died ~~
and i ate the funeral dirt in this holy mouth
and now so happy cause this month i’m
in my head found years
of everydays like i cared 4 u
i’m so past flesh
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
and if i’m lonely
i just speak to myself!
just so broken.
:: 08-05-2016 ::
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