Tag Archives: #abstract

OCEANS OF FAITH BLEED INTO SPACE

it hurts me that many wish to
make money
as i wish to make almost anything
ELSE! too be creative
it seems everyone thinks a helter-
freezer sun! Swelter! NEVER!
forever weazened irrefutable
i’m so unastonished
in my, in my
buttoned sea-laced
heart, just saying (huh, do you
think it’s a dream we’re dreaming)
maintaining,and(before my eyes
floating)inward,admonishing,dead;
the every-consumerism of this shell
i escape from by death:drowned only

and,YOU! personally responsible
for the entire layer of reality
to decay (makes a strength
bulge hearts by creative colors
of words and flower hearts
(politics are decayed houses
with people like flies who

buzz upon dead meat)-ly(steeples
of holy shit eager hands for
fame and money) gee i’m
stripped of my faith and hurts
me only to have smelled Love
–trip upon life’s cobble stones

:: 12262015 ::


RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE

Leave me (go away)
Left a note upon the table
read it below my scars
Why’d you leave the tears
of your trusting eyes (all within
the suicide-trust heart of my
bleeding eyes?)
And here is another ode of loving
written for where angels die
WITHIN the town square there is
a well where, well –young people
go to die a beautiful crying suicide
DIE! DIE! DIE!
AND last night within a warm coat
of a beautiful moon light you grabbed
a brush and applied all the feelings
where perfect angels die
Made your lips and eyes so perfect
In all your self-righteous love
And left the key to your heart
upon a table where many fingers
rush to die . . .
IT’S not death that makes suicide
but the reason of a righteous suicide
it’s where perfect angels go to hide
Father! Mother! Mother! Father!
Brother! Sister! Friend! Why
do you forsaken me when I have you
all within my heart — it’s almost
perfect except I never heard the
voice of God.

:: 12-02-2015 ::


I WERELINGS LIKENESS SAVING TROLLS

WE werelings like saving trolls
(dancing
beneath
bridges) coins in

pockets clanging
like silver hearts whose words like lips closed speaking
and two foot liking here — this earth dancing Eine Kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie) and let us dance over smashed words — open broken vows of oath so trembling cracked —
smiles ~~
i see nothing
but drenching spray of pink-white and reds
all across this unbelievable lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!


SCENTLESS APPRENTICE

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Numeric Woman

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DREAMING LIFE

i caught myself
dreaming myself
in streaming lines
of such brilliantly
dis joint ed
f a i r y tales
a seam i tripped
upon and pulled it back
and saw m y self
dreaming
l i f e


SPEAK OF MY LOVE

LIKE a smile you’re so worthy
so pleased by your love,
like a heart-blooded soul.
I thank you // and I’m so
alone; all where I breath.
It must be so strangely
exciting to watch my skin
and blood burn within me,
must be so tenderly kind
to look into my eyes,
and you should know
you’re not alone
each night.
Like a child within a maze
of feelings, look, the sun
burns my path like I lived
before and first they’re
not around so you’re invited
by choice. If (eyes see blue
skies) a silent burning love
is all of the fields of flowers
of love’s eyes. To watch the
sun shed her skin must be a
heart-tender cosmic sharing
of our love!

:: 11012015 ::


O ME O MY O WE

SWEET life love lick
glory as you were
i am a friend you
a bee out of skies
a last immortal leaf
don’t be late
dead and gold
alive and old
a formal sperm
in the

dust
this is a memory of shiny
things as the mud i breached
we were receptive
,earth, O me O my O we
i’m depressed as a friend
then a drill as a kiss
these fragile splendors from
as i know memories (is it so)
as a friend i know Marian
i know memories i know you
come be as a friend we love
no lingering no backward step
just to be us O
o me o my o we
o we o why o yes i love
just a memory, a memory
of my m i n d
O y e a h

:: 09162015 ::


REFUGEE OF LOVE (WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU)

EATING my reasons i taste how speed kills me
a reminder of how sheep bleep gotta feel how
my skin feels so outta my ‘self’ — empty lips
killing me in all ocular reason so far
from home to find me to find myself i am
refugee of love (I CAN’T HELP MYSELF)
oh how we die (flat black dress in perfect gray)
no, how we lie and speed kills
coming down a mountain and the Jesus who never
touches ground a clean toe //woke up
inside myself and in God/gold how i feel your
lips and the world flocks to a tomb of resurrection
and i found myself/stone believing
i’m a silent refugee of painful roses
loving you so outta of my reach and how i love
the one so outta of my reach….eating my reasons
i taste how speed kills me a reminder
of how sheep bleep
–outside of refugee soul machine so warm
making faces so different like these playful
words and a poet is a shadow that we never let
through to the stage of strange life! a word,
or many like a chemical between us and we love
the ground and here it comes…the tongue of
mind and our brothers and sisters seem so
invincible! A world within my heart and mind!
to be perfect just like you

:: 091112015 ::


THERE THEN IS THE MAGIC HAND OF NATURE

IF my f o o t
f
a l ls
beside a metaMAGICAL-\
super-luminous h e a r t
say i ate equations
of the deepest soulMIND
of nature IF the simple
call it “nature” let my
even/-KIND heart whisper
,”sir, to do because they
cannot i mean more —
the weeds and gossamer
which emotions while mind
immeasurably roots
the between sounds of lovers
and music and wine and smoke
~~ all these souls!
MINDS and eyes of these
who listen-life say:

“__________________”

:: 09-10-2015 ::