TOO! i am too tired for Love___i drained
my member silently this day: of no love,
fanfare nor beauty i did this to die again/
the sun was rolling upon my house’s roof
and all the neighborhood dogs howled
in joy at the large yellow bouncing ball
of fire and death\and me –alone.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
raging wars raging more
raging whores raging
lore /::the cock ROACH
above my walls winked;
COCK roach!\ so come on
over to do the twist–
all do it and have a fit
: i’m bleeding out of me
bleeding out of me ::twist;;
so come on over and love
how you are so sick so shoot
the shit…
bleeding blue bleeding
raging wars raging more
raging whores raging lore
:: 07.16.2020 ::
i was seemingly me: walking down the plank
boards of society: nothing glows brighter than
bitter symphony awakened to the
light of love ==
i can hear the most
i can change the most
So i praised the long journey
believing everything so finished
so its just the beginning
NEVER saying what i hear from the woods
/seeds of birth\
i have never died an unlived life
Cherubs eating orchid flowers
bizardley arranged : i shall never
draw aside the veil of love,
TO BE UNDERSTOOD
is greatering than understanding
:: 07.15.2020 ::
IF there are too
many Eyes: * *
* wreck yourself
* be an angel
(or stick around, like
balloons and furniture
for a day)
tell the grandchildren
how you defended the State
o f YOUR MIND.
:: 07142020 ::
THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::
o f c o l o r fulSOUNDS that died when this novel began as the stars are falling i wonder why have i been waiting so long to be here — where i once said, “where i am going?” All within your sunshine i found the light shining through; the barking trees and dogs crying; this seasonal salad between your thighs /within the sunshineLOVE\ i climbed up to tie all eyes to not feel shame giving angels such surprise –> that i am with you and my editor cried:
” you have been waiting so long;to be where you have been going –within the nectar-sauce of LOVE “
so i finished beating my glyph-heartstaying within you now until the Caesarof LAW has waited this long — to belike-ever your seas could dry upwhere ALL WISH GO;/jk324323423\ within the target of PASSION.
:: 07.13.2020 ::
THE distinguishing Nature of ‘something’
is a character supported by a glyph.
within the mental imagery
of emotions.
We call it ‘words’.
As if we never noticed the rising Sun!
that we never ever felt the sinking
Moon whilst upon a beautiful date
is how one destroys things : place
your tongue upon the palate.
THE sides are for flavor but the top
and bottom taste Life.
:: 07.12.2020 ::
[ideas i used to slay the Western
Alphabet. Next book: to rebuild
from those ashes]
SITTING so little is so… This little
would-be bride in a Kind of cellophane
yellow-red candy dress
like misery reaching
its hand tearing fine
garments of feelings I am becoming
millions of broken shards of
eyes that find me so disgusting
blue windows – pink rooftops
dirt, sunrises,sewage ditches
and the petals of picked dying flowers
upon my refrigerator ~~ (i use to have purpose)
My eyes still blind from prehistoric light
while the screams and moans of assaulting life
rant through Gotham! With no voice!
:: 06-11-2015 ::
rev: 07102020
LOVE my love never dies
sometimes weak but you keep
a fire lit between us
In the night such a might
between us
in the night such strength
bequeath us
such delight the arrow
of Cupid binds us
as one
Never leave but believe
such a gift so rare
is Our Love.
:: ~~ ::
I’d never heard a rose
scream
then again
one never spoke
to me
She’d lost her petals
of her Spring by when
her season changed
where is my love!
B e y o n d
the valley-sorrow awash
over hills o’blue!
is when I heard
a rose scream
all her red upon the ground
within blood and thorns
cried wilted stem
screaming, “woe is me!”
:: 03-16-2015 ::
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