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EACH morning comes and we are dying
ONE year passes and more are born
i walk in fields of flowers and gossamer
and fell into a hole with stars and nebula passing
and caterpillars singing before they have wings
and a red panda kisses my cheek and explains this is
where things go when one dreams while walking.
— so hooka man in your small corner closing in upon
your jelly brain gets up and dances again
oh little rolly-polly you are a cute ball
and my brain lost logic and proportion and words
and numbers dissolve at the dawn of common sense.
We are told to believe some things
We are punished for doing many things
We are clean as a Spirit and Soul
but then as always — life takes its toll
Be safe around busy eyes and hold upon a wind
the secret words you believe in
allow no parrot to squawk within the room of
your private thoughts
Oh! Live! Be different and be your own friend!
Be your own friend!
:: 05.09.2021 ::
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AND what is a friendship without warm feelings and devotion?
As those who go to and fro from bed to work without
a gentle smile or hello!
I would share a drink with you but first i must be sure
the label is not high alcohol but a label that reads either:
“life,” or “death.”
As the sun dips behind Mother Earth we eat and clean ourselves
then ready for bed. We read, watch something on the magic box
called television or stare at the walls. Some dream, some smoke,
some drink, some fight. Who is mad? All of us! Call it what you like
but the moral of that is — ‘Oh, ’tis love, ’tis love, that makes
the world goes round!’
Our human intentions only make matters worse!
Then the turtle spoke: “Those lovers we read about: to all the characters
drawing in colourful lines… you keep emotions at an anchor deep inside so
you can move far above the bubbles’ tricks — but the people swimming in
fish-glasses are freaked out. So many lives spilled, even all living simple
souls, cannot sustain the waters of love.
:: 04.22.2021 ::
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U hear that noise?
It’s an alarm.
It’s telling you you’re in a bad place
and you have to get out.
Don’t’ panic.
It’s just another day in life.
I’ve been here before.
One day I’ll meet you.
I’ll be at the elevator shaft
taking this elevator like everyone else.
Somthin’ would be so disappointing
for us if you don’t show.
So go and enjoy the view; “it’s only a plane
or two or three, no big deal.”
says the manager of tough reality — oh me!
:: 12.30.2020 ::
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i wish I had more time and opportunity to explain my disgust to your rust-stained sarcophagus. To offer a calm palate of meditative colors for our feelings (why not) — you seemed so surprised to be called from a glass prison.
Oh, blessed crystal, what do I have to do to kiss your hand with a succulent kiss for you have forgotten the grain of truth to your rust-stained sarcophagus!
To offer a calm palate of meditative colors for our feelings (why not) — you seemed so surprised to be called from a glass prison.
Oh, blessed crystal, what do I have to do to kiss your hand with a succulent kiss for you have forgotten the grain of truth and your heart could only love the person who feeds it for nourishment — is a difficult task; so you resorted to Cupid’s slingshot!
But here’s an alternative: follow my heart down the garden path, until my sticky feet block the entrance of Cupid’s grave.
Here — get me the jar of colorful paint and I will show you the
sparkle of love.
Here — get me the fork and I will show you the flavor of our love
that came from one man.
Here — get me the ball and I will smash it across my canvas of life.
Here — get me the pencil and I will draw you a gentle, tender picture.
Here — get me the jar of colorful paint and I will show you the
sparkle of love.
Here — get me the fork and I will show you the flavor of our love
that came from one man.
Here — get me the ball and I will smash it across my canvas of life.
Here — get me the pencil and I will draw you a gentle, tender picture.
Here — get me the paint bucket and I will lay it on a canvas of life
It was exactly 14 days since you told me you left the store early.
14 dreary days and I do not think you’ve been here once (not that I
would blame you for believing it).
14 days since I was mean to you, and then you said you’d be back
by 14.
:: 12.24.2020 ::
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EATING peach burnt skies today while aching from the pain i
caused you______ i never wished to bring a frown
or the tears that drowned our voices.
i never wished to mark your skin with my lips.
i never wished to lay you down and scream in your face —
the pain you showed in taking that fall.
i never wished to live with you, though i was living with you.
i never wished to cry out in pain over your body before,
and i sure never wanted to put you through this.
All i ever wanted was to make you happy and in doing that,
why then did you leave me?
i know that i love you no matter what,
and i know that i will always hold you close to my heart,
but today is not about the love that you have for me.
Today is about the love that i have for you, the love you gave me,
the love that i have for your Soul and for your life.
So i think i must bid you farewell and leave your eyes closed.
Until the next time when we meet.
Smile through your tears for us to be together forever.
EATING peaches burned skies today.
:: 12.12.2020 ::
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:: 11.21.2020 :
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walking through a daze suffocating the world
walking across America no face mask
just mind wars wine tours
all along a stretch of highway
spitting on bugs sweating all my love
rivers drowning faith
so now i know how the world dies
not within fire
not within ice
but supplication
i remember lesser wars but not this
where everyone is afraid to challenge political piss
never seen weakness like now
Supplication confuses the wishes of liberty
fear mongering rampant within all mainstream media
how to climb that Precipice to get to you?
if not then we all die.
:: 11.16.2020 ::
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ate my petals of yellow flowers
& i looked up toward the skies
(they say i was weak and aborted)
==never mattered to me==
Father killed mother
sisters cried//brother of mine\
held him down and i cried :::
what ever matters now?
i sang ancient cries telling ghosts
i leave you all behind; momma i
hate how you found evil when you
looked for Love/ like me \ we eat
dirt.
Oh Oh Oh i am just a shadow
looking out a window…(no one loves me!)
say, stop! A ate a thunderbolt
lightning down inside my bowls
sparing my life from monstrosity
demons hold on! Oh let me go
“No no no no!” Oh how the angels
sing for me! Every very bit of
frightening feelings! Oh how evil
and pure love me: oh let me go!
(we will not let you go!) Oh oh
let me go go go ! No no no NO!
Oh how the devil and God wants me!
Oh Mother!
The devil has designs for me!
God give me the power!
Shade my eyes from all evil! OOOOH!~
baby! Just got to get it right!
…?_? oh yeah oh yeah
…i am born a child. And flesh decays
and gods and demons feed upon our flesh.
but we win within the end.
Born above Angels and Devils.
😉
:: 11.10.2020 ::
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IF you cannot sleep you have to swim
across that Ocean of dreams
smoke and trip upon wet seaweed
taking your loved one to town
the seashell sings
but our human throats are too dry
but we can cry
we cannot sleep but a strange
feeling up from the depths of
the seas see — we can surely die
f
ooli
sh sh
apes
remind me of the throw down inside
the bone cave of all minds.
a beautiful ship should come soon;
sadsadsadsadsad so finally i lost
it so completely bleeding upon the
white sheets of my sails.
:: 10.07.2020 ::
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IT is dark down here & this awful reality
satisfies the ego and frightens the soul
but makes a state of distraction
; an abomination –an abhorrence
for all that it implies -a living organism
as a leaf or a particle.
There is no non-life only emptiness & this filth
whose existence is temporary– a first-trimester pregnancy
in an animal –a rejected spiritual soul, it is real-
life in simple terms– the personal growth we are
so ignorant of the brave face of existence –a thing
we will ‘never’ ever come to terms
with –the vagaries of Time which call to us
‘cross the bridge’ & walk the Yellow Streets
of Van Gogh.
Hav you never ever walked the edge of fields of
so yellow they smell of gold — the wheat fields
of Vincent Van Gogh: he was a bastard
to most but greatly to ‘self’ –> killed the personality
but never the Art
nor the Soul
:: 04.29.2020 ::
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