HIGHER BEING: “No, no, no, that’s a terrible idea.
We desire they live only so long,
seventy-years at best.”
CREATOR: “But, love is eternal!”
HIGHER BEING: “Then let them love in death!”
:: 09-25-2014 ::
A PARTICULAR DISCUSSION
ET INDE HUC (From There to Here)
FRIEND: And where are you from?
ME: I’m from another place far away,
which no one can visit from here.
FRIEND: How is that?
ME: Do you believe in time travel?
:: 09-25-2014 ::
FEAR
Now, this isn’t the time to freeze up!
Leave your comfort zone and just do it.
And if you feel the need to vomit,
well, just swallow it!
:: 09-25-2014 ::
RESOLUTION DEATH
My promise,
that resolve!
To never see
this lover again
— my resolution,
what steadfastly
I held for some time,
abandoned by just
a moment —
my utter despair!
:: 09-25-2014 ::
MY ANOMALOUS LIFE
I kiss the air of night
and never bite the lip
but pin my importance
upon the wings of knights
and the sword of steel
gleaming – reflecting eyes
All my shadows – accusations
and the sight-of-sees
my anomalous life
They come from fears breath –
ing within my heart
I’m a low-down witch,
taking steps not taken
by the shadow of death
no, never taking them twice
Most of which the night
never remembers — sweet stride
and a tithe for my Church
of life
:: 09-26-2014 ::
FIRE EATING COSMIC GIRL
Stellaric amplifier
cosmoganic
deep orgasmic
[playing] ==> lover
whose thin body
i ate in full
great space surpassed
the future yow-ee,
i beg you, please…
find me, and in a sec
i would recognize you
even though i saw you
just a moment while
you passed filaments
lady…lay-den prayers
oh, when i walk & dream
do i even cross your mind
when I saw you…you were
color and scent and love
just in a moment…
my stellar ampler fire
gently eating my cosmos
:: 09-26-2014 ::
THE SUREALIST POET
I present the mouse,
it’s scurrying ways,
necessarily to speak,
the theory unique,
a way to transcend
literature and art
all together!
Invading space and
domains of philosophy,
psychology and even
politics!
The surrealist poet,
that holds, like blade,
sublime point and all ways
that which human mind
and spirit communicates
Like the mouse, inside house,
freed from constraints,
convention, logic, morality,
to feast upon aesthetic beauty
I present the surrealist poet,
and the great enigma…
where words make love!
:: 09-26-2014 ::
MY SEASON BRING LIFE & DEATH
LYING, that death of many betrayals
TOO, my teeth broken by force
And tongues bleed upon whitened truth
I dreamed the color autumn, like God
for each death, some resurrect
I dreamed the month of December too,
within my lying castle-ice i froze,
the tears, like diamonds but cold,
a jewel for death and not the heart
I dream of love, the month of Life
within a dying wish beside Astoria
:: 09-26-2014 ::
DYING PARADISE
A walk though my valley
and even death —
laughs, and snow-shower
— lives disheveled
sparrows
: hope! it’s very small
my delicate dying paradise!
What’s cold to him
makes that thing live
trip, sliding-banking
death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living
in a violent paradise
A universe full of motion
and the power of money
hour after every dying hour
watch out where your talking
the devil smiles sodium lamp
— light in my darkened heart
We’re all living in a delicate
situation, a dying paradise
where mothers and fathers too
contemplate skipping life
for that dying paradise
We’re all living, oh yeah
in a world of hurt and pain
We’re all living, hell yes
in a dying paradise!
Where death is nothing but
a heartbeat away and we sing,
“what’s cold to him makes
that thing live, trip, sliding-
banking death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living within
a violent paradise!
:: 09-22-2014 ::
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