[Cosmos] Does the idea of death afflict you? Does it, coward?
[Humanity] No-no it does not!
[Cosmos] This prospect is inevitability.
And watch: all the skies are chrysanthemums
and the stars are little fish . Dreaming wishing
to awaken you wished to die many times over, but now
it is no matter — all violent are skies of your
heart turned red to purple.
[Humanity] To die requires more than living.
[Cosmos] Then begin at the beginning and release the colors
of your art. It is the beginning!
The weaker artist will say and ask:
“That’s why I asked you, because you are the only person I can ask
without scaring you away. If you can do it, I will give you all
the money I have and say I will do it myself.”
[Cosmos] Then you shall never create but reproduce.
[Humanity] This thing must be arrested; that is why I am asking you.
:: 10.29.2022 ::
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LOVE is a taste of Fear
when you don’t move
An Empty canvas of Art
Well, allow me to explain
how you forgot me:
Oh, well, vibrant touch
is what you said years
later when your life
took a turn. And all
I taught you was everything.
Oh how I bleed my heart
then you died, so far away
like a high cloud in skies.
I took a walk outside
surrounded by beating hearts
of insects and humans.
Oh i am twisted around my
head spinning as the sun
falling down — it’s my better
spirit for the Everything
of Lovely World I See —
all that I could be.
The Soul I loved Once.
:: 05.5.2022 ::
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B U T T E R F L Y catch the catcher in the rye
my oh my how feelings eat my heart and would
you believe if i said nature loves a whore
of course we could have dinner and squabble over words.
Now is not the time and time is never now.
A lost conception of mind & it really socks me here
there inside my aching heart.
And if you’ve fought yourself who made up with you now
just the moan deep inside the empty now:
such is superficiality in society &
how we bleed red and deep purple
lips wishing we had never breathed
As are these feelings eating my heart
and you’d never believe nature is
a queen of unforgiven gifts as life.
A Catcher in the Rye.
:: 03.18.2022 ::
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I was the perfect appliance for you
fitting so nicely between a stove
and the kitchen sink
I saved you time and cooked dreams
a perfect lover I wiped your tears
when my apron hugged too tight!
I reminded you of a promise
your tears soaked into the stonewerk
and my song killed the moment
when I sang it…
“I am a fear within your brain
a domestic dream you ruined
a perfect dream so special dear
I run from you”
So promise dear a warranty too
our secret washes and cycles heat
and leaves no stains just lemon bright
I saved you time; a special moment
where life holds you and role models die but hearts hear
that you aren’t so perfect too
you are a dream more than he knows
you’re fucking special so fucking special
you are a dream man-girl and i hate you so much
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CRITICS and audiences agree: “the best horror story of a decade”
(girlie man voice)
iT’S MORE THAN a feeling
when i kill you more than embryo (Tate!) and Manson
dances \ Come load up on guns, bring your friends It’s (sO) fun
to lose and pretend Who knows if ;the moon
is balloon, coming out of a puss=eye purple windows, flat rooftops!
Towers! I say reason! You say you’re stupid, and here we are now!
for without LOVE i do not play!
Awe so cute and dirty kitty so shy i kept her in my wet arms and say
“behind the bath house we went, so stupid, and now! ROAR!”
i so love you girl and now turn to all my verses ~~ too dangerous
to be on the roads tonight!
so HERE WE ARE NOW
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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TO see you >like eating paper-cut bleeding memories< secret
luminous whose soul and smile
imperviously kisses all my timeless soul!
a silver Snail!( here, inventing
stares like U! ) Prince of sensitivity
a SPIRIT INK dripping of so fascinating con-
VERSATION by vagina I offer to bow so low
like scholars, in dusty halls of academic anemic fell
so weak after tasting the fruit of your garden of
Eden! Oh words be sick as I am sick –>a royal worried
for my soul: which at best is bestly a talent for
And I wish I had more chances more opportunity to chase the
heat of the sun; spliced, I’m half of what I was born
FREAK! And the world’s blood POURS in vast amounts of tears
across the valley of missed opportunity like high school
GEEK! FREAK! HEAD! no one__.
:: 06-11-2015 ::
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THE deep I need
a source in life
the well I draw
to quench my words
If it dries
my life will wither
and my spirit to dust
:: 01-25-2014 ::
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