love come `q u i c k ly !
before a faltered sun
should be still.
Within me mystic darkness,
a church bell rang,
quickly! Like symbols
clanging trembles; cymbal
is my heart —
and symphony is in the air
as it is everyday; every hear!
And I – ah! Stumbles is
where my path leads; tripping
dipping swaying flaying across
“the labor of an age in piled
stones!” Milton knows!
:: 08-01-2015 ::
SHADOW MAKER
i ~~~ ME
got a
brave emotion
don’t you see
streaming crimson
it’s a vain body
i left in sunset
S H A D OW of its
decline // a spiral of
a tenth of a flame until
sunset a sunset of
S H A D O W M A N
WITH his other kind
in declined so i shrink
for others who kiss the
sun::: it’s so, so kind
the last of a dreamer
shallow man; shallow!
–man; sticks to shadows
and it’s a small mouth
(SHALLOW/SHALL WE)
meet the dreamer of love
just a chance to meet
:: the soul who may have
been the dreamer —maker
of dreams. shall we go?
so we go –>we go!
“” WISH I WERE SPECIAL “”
and if i am not
one of those
breezy hearts
what would make
your heart listen
so i want to\ be loved
by you loved by you
and i am so simply
a luckiest guy
ugliest guy —
so what’s upon my mind’
i think, listen —
i want to be loved by you
just you and i want to
be loved by you
the luckiest guy ~~
just a kiss from you
just a kiss – poc’
po-oop just you,
no body but you ~~
love….ed. by you!
i want to be loved
by just you!
i want to be the luckiest
guy in all the world
let me:letME be.
:: 08-01-2015 ::
i sit upon a needle the mountain of hate
a point in time as space and i should
always say everything’s so much
like memories, a cascade of all i
ever knew but then again i never try
cause i remember everything
and hate is a birthday
and sadness all the friends
who bring gifts of pain
and where is my sweetest friend?
in this world of shadows and
fake light do you let me down?
are you with someone else
i’m here and should never wonder
cause you have it all and i’m
just an empty hole you visit
sometimes//__so real it breaks
eyes when they gaze into a face
i wear everyday /my Kingdom of
shadows like a crown of deep despair
as i sit upon this mountain of
needles\\.
:: 07-31-2015 ::
at Dusk just when
the Light is filled with
indescribable Nothings
i weep feeling how it
hurts me when dark
opens it’s ancient Mouth
it reminds me of a Love
(or two) where sorry was
a misused word while my
heart was tied up in chains!
So sorry! Tilled the fields
for one never produced a thing
the other an explosive MORE
opportunity like chances
sweet baby kisses like cotton
candy sticky lips leaves my
heart wishing so much more
like how a string of blue jays
sang when i left my house to
go to work today–SING!
yeah!yeah!yeah!
and dusk just when like the light
is filled with indescribable
nothings //
:: 07-31-2015 ::
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
hate me for me
hate me rate me
rape me again
like me lick me
tell me again
i’m your friend
save me save me
save me once again
like i’m your friend
oh here we go again
i’m not like anyone
you loved before
yea, i’m the only one
yea i’m the only one
with wormS eyes
writhe amor(‘Through through
our hearts hugely squirm
roots)us
ly;through
so love me but hate me
kiss my head again
like a sex pope with
vaginally respected hope
so dark and dead ~
and the stars melt across
all words ever written
the sun a yoke in the center
of humanity’s joke!
:: 07-31-2015 ::
i twisted my soul inside
of your_NO and did not
weepingly cry it’s so
spreaded f e e l i n g s
ooVER tOWER ‘s MOon
the leSSly creature which_
broken snapped i did it’s
neck to breathe –>>me
whO perfectly sent
bits of brilliant pieces
toward someWhere i call
home: and my congregated
lit spot of sparkling
nonsense is shouting,
“i (just me) wish
a sliver of meaning
about this all!”
:: 07-30-2015 ::
Entwined by words
like birch
and love grew fast-
growingly with thin
life — and peeling
bearing catkin
The formal punishment
which my heart was
flogged with bundles
of your love twigs
and touching you
i say(i knew Spring,
and hot nights)”we
might have gone further
beyond the dead end road
where there was something
i held in my hand just
for you — my heart”
that bulgily world of
the round mind of
mistaken fantasy
(p
laced __flatly
)<vastly and particularly>
alive undeluded
in my mind and heart:
still i love you dear
and forever still
beyond the last star
burning that fades
i am always there.
:: 07-30-2015 ::
IF i pretend i don’t care
yeah
if i pretend i’m dead
yeah
i don’t have to go out
on the town tonight
come on come on come on
i’m on my period and i’m
bleeding from my eyes
so leave me alone to die
if i pretend i don’t care
what’s going down
and the man who stalks me
i pretend i am dying
so dead i’m so white
you could dance with a
mannequin and you’ll
see i’m so dead
so i pretend i’m so cold
so dead so mannequin
maybe a freak could take me
but i’m so dead i don’t care
just let me bleed away
in all my pain
:: 07-30-2015 ::
IN the bright sun of a dark day
i sing and sign a work with
a triumphant flourish –killer
signature and in disarrayed eyes
an imprint of a botched incident
you’ll find it you’ll find it
i can hear the dogs of war
coming to get me i hear them
A position of my subject in
humiliation; exposure a bite
in a specific manner, i cover
the face and their hair;
tie ligatures with an unusual knot
— red flowers so crimson they
hide the hate of my heart
A portrait of eyes in a study room
shows a fixation on eyes, taxidermy
young blonde women disavowed;
disemboweled in public holidays,
“red spider” cryptic ink so red
you can find where the dogs begin
to smell them — a sick mind sings
AND I FEEL and i feel when the dogs
begin to smell her — oooh….
some craft a signature for effect
as well to set him apart as
the elite killer.
:: 07-30-2015 ::
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