While men defied the dwelling
of gods in higher hills
Macchu Picchu had her
gateway to a star within
the skies ~ hoping one
plus one equaled two
until the evil one sleeps
the begining of humanity
was the pink one ; a pensive
flower of this World that no
creature could ever experience
and live but you do ~~~ LIVE.
:: 01.10.2023 ::
WHEN the people have a government
that thinks they’re content
but the people are struggling
the government thinks it permanent
and some live and some die
from Heaven came the voice
“Some Live Some Die.”
IF there’s a point of defence
ghosts and other spirits feel
jacked by this society
the world was a world where
they loved Mankind but not now.
i Kissed Eve in Paradise
i gave all my children to the
War forgotten by Time.
Peace.
:: 01.10.2023 ::
living is a song of confusion
for the paradise sound
if you take myself then know
you take my kiss in no wrong
my days have been a dream
flown away by night and day
Upon my brow imparting from
you know : i was not a daze
but my life a dream as my
hope flew away as a wish
holding a tender kind hand
All we see all we feel
is by Spirit against a roar
and holding within my hand
the precious few who touched
my heart, oh my life while
i weep! Is all that we see
or seem but a dream within
a dream?
:: 01.10.2023 ::
the last 3 sentences are
of Mr. E. A. Poe
Between night and dawn
the moon sings for tired flowers
from a last breath
death rattles as though
life is beaten
Spoken words to the dying
burst forth as first joys
relating similar circumstances
are the words clutched by the
dying night ~ bleeding into a
crimson horizon of sunlight
between night and dawn is
death and resurrection.
:: 01.10.2023 ::
monster MOUTH eat my Heart
dig it and exterminate me
find me sell me
for your love is it trash
monster Mouth eat my heart
i smell angels jizz on me
and witches lick me
did i say “rock” dying as
you birth the Souls behind
my back and monster MOUTH
comes to me -> do it baby
(you’re acting as an
animal) DRAG drops 21
and devil upon my back
I CAN NEVER DIE |
:: 0`1.08.2023 ::
FLEW inside my Soul upon a dusty plain. i did not know how thirsty
life could be until this moment. My thoughts toward the skies
requesting rain. | Blue azure above and brown abstract emotions
showing distant love and death. i count the ways i feel waves
moving me always /i still recall the taste of your touch \ and recall
the voice that’s ringing within my Ears : saliors wishing they find
shore than the hull of death.
Releasing fear makes it all go away
i make it all go away and wish nothing
That giant makes you slowly take apart
all what you are and leaving color
— and my heart makes this all go away
but know it makes me scared to want something
–something i could never have.
:: 01.08.2023 ::
Late today i met the dealer
who gives death with smiles
watching the world kicking
and screaming all the way
into his mouth /blood on
the face\ bruised knuckles
knocking away “` five metal
slugs inside that memory
destroyed the pain | it really
clued me in. And if you cut
yourself does it make you happy
keeping pain within your jar
puncture breathing holes
come one it’s gas
You made me think of Poe
you clued me inside ~
you cannot fool yourself
nor make yourself happy
unless you reach inside
that jar of beautiful pain.
You’re happy now
You really knocked it
You clued a chance with Life.
:: 01.08.2023 ::
In this One Life i remember
all those special places
i’ve visited as some are
here and some are gone
like places i remember
some with lovers and friends
as some are living
as some are dead
but with all this lost
i’d loose the meaning
and affection for Love
if i never stopped to
think of those i’ve loved.
:: 01.05.2023 ::
THAT I have tried and succeeded is only in great measure
that you have been there with all my fears and displeasure.
Holding my cramped heart and swollen hands is how you have
saved both my mind and spirit – the soul; still intact down
by emptying rivers that lead to unexpected consequences.
And to weep while watching the death of a perfect day and to
realize that birth was only half that day ago is sobering:
we watch each other’s eyes while laying on our sides and
breathing in cadence i tell you that i am a fortunate peasant
and you the Queen who has welcomed my Ghost.
:: ~ ::
Like a three-legged cat
found myself in a garbage can
rummaging through my mind
discarded cans a popsicle stick
hmm maybe a fourth-leg to fit
i don’t cry any longer
since i heard the life of a
great lyricist died a while ago
so now i live within the walls
of a calloused heart with a moat
of life’s jokes as shark’s teeth
i’m such a slut for life and now
i’m so high i don’t feel sad anymore
all these tears calcified within
the womb of a miscarriage:oh god
the afterbirth sings to me: “never
ask anyone to love you”
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