I smell your fear like
anyone worthy
cued by truth and
simply too Beautifully
retired through me
and language of tongues
But you are not alone
Sun speak to me strangely
excited to watch souls
squirm and it must be
forwardflung backwardSpinning
a message of hidden souls
so uninvited to top leaps
alone speaking of love like
inwardlyhness but first
know I’m so alone and you
are so uninvited with iron
physics of a universe behind
me…
I don’t think you are learning
that I need a moment to live
learning sleeping with only
several faces and a multitude
of hearts just like me hurting
“how do you sleep how?” her
smiles. Said, “we lovers learn
probably just living-dead”
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BEEN chewing on life-gum bubbles
chasing my cat down the sunset strip
wishing -DAMN! Velcro is a solution
(meow) for purring distractions
Walked tumbled cracked my head
at the bottom of my life-stairs
all because Tazo slept three steps
from the top of my lobotomized
head! Ouch! Pain! Go away.
Saw the sunset upon a orange
eye-lid horizon made of fur
Claws are lightening bolts
and thunder broken hearts
missing the litter box
missing the letters that rock
my miserable lonely heart
My love my hate my feelings
my wanting to love pets
but they have an agenda
and so my cats want to kill me
kill me! Want to kill me
:: 11042015 ::
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I wanna love just you
can’t refuse just you
and all night long
I’m eternally with you
cornered always
by your tall corpse
near the weeping willow
I wanna kiss you and
make all the boo-boo’s
just go away tonight
Oh just no smooth way
for the thing
all about you
invested everything
and I wanna give you
the love you been a’
missing so dear I take
your hand and my tears
mellifluous missing you
Use my power to revive
the once blooming love
and you gasp telling me
‘what a love and lover,
I’ve been a’ missing you!’
:: 11042015 ::
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She keeps her heart within a beauty spot
she tries to add it to her face and god
sometimes she’s so precise,
covering blemishes and pain:
it’s all the same to love from the 1700s
to the 1900s. A brilliant complexion
of love for death. Ceruse leads you to lose
and smallpox to fight so much to hide!
So, slowly poison yourself with lead-based
cosmetic-beauty and in the meantime
suffer grey hair, dried-out skin, severe
abdominal pain and constipation — so pretty!
Just be yourself!
:: 11012015 ::
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And love come to me
more beautifully
than the still fields
of a waiting spirit.
A pain within the heart
as a best friend leaving
me i should not want,
and if love should leave
;a dispute to perish
ought be fought.
The strategy of Cupid
within shrubs should keep
the cherub of this
pronounced affection for you
— it should come!
All through me, by me,
by you, with us eternally.
:: 11012015 ::
h us eternally.
:: 11012015 ::
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AND silence leaves no quarter
today as all the past by time
and walls divide insanity
that insolent corrosive lever
— what contempt!
Inside, beneath the rafters
upon the attic i watch
my thoughts at night: stumbling,
fumbling touching God,
archaic streaming prose!
When everything may have seemed
fine between the moments just ago
now a face of an ‘o’ as my thinking-
thoughting shadows fade away
i bury them within my mental garden
@ithin my head a cemetery
above my mind within the attic
where my thoughts are gallows
inside my empty home.
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LIKE a smile you’re so worthy
so pleased by your love,
like a heart-blooded soul.
I thank you // and I’m so
alone; all where I breath.
It must be so strangely
exciting to watch my skin
and blood burn within me,
must be so tenderly kind
to look into my eyes,
and you should know
you’re not alone
each night.
Like a child within a maze
of feelings, look, the sun
burns my path like I lived
before and first they’re
not around so you’re invited
by choice. If (eyes see blue
skies) a silent burning love
is all of the fields of flowers
of love’s eyes. To watch the
sun shed her skin must be a
heart-tender cosmic sharing
of our love!
:: 11012015 ::
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IF all things are like emotions
like something worthy
so fattered by your
focus upon me ;
So big guys talk
like evernothing do
it must be very nice
to never do –>to
simply release an object
like my heart
please shut the must-be
i’ll watch it burn me
–share that i’m not
alone but just uninvited
you are an angel and your wings
get washed within the soap of
uncharted territory so hell
is an experience like mine before
solemnly myself reminds me of a mess,
asking, “love, the reason i drink dream
from the deepest sleep of life”
I do not think you are unworthy
but need a moment to think if
I’m ever worthy.
:: 11012015 ::
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twice then three
thrice then four
that i have known
the softly hard killing heart!
what shame to have loved
my lover, avaunt!
All eclipses are the graceful
art of the hand of life!
twice then tree
thrice then rope
a bulging knot upon the neck!
and where my tears shall fall
by the grace of wind!
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SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.
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