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PSYCHOLOGICAL BIOLOGICAL

to be born fragile
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker ideologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?

:: 08.03.2020 ::

to be born fragile
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker idologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?

:: 08.03.2020 ::


FAITH

no need
for military  solutions/police
::please oh please::
the holy church ___
  if we say this first, ”
if i ever lost faith within Life
  i lose faith in YOU
oh yeah, within you & me  FAITH
  so say this and much worse
we drink the water of Life
   (oh look oh there she goes
i stared within a greatest sunshine)
no need
for poets, artists nor me —
I closed  my eyes to EXIST.

:: 07.16.2020 ::

no need to eat politicians
if the world has faith in
dough


EMBRYO’S SKINNY FISTS

THE embryo’s skinny fists reach the skies
and hides a face yet born
in this summer of burning children you
call a name and the world is asleep.
the fitful swings the stuffed animals
the tired friends called warm winds
have long thoughts of buried snakes
and within the many undreamed thoughts
of a lost world the embryo’s skinny fists
tear the skies apart — the revelation
of new nails grown for 2 months that never
had a drink of the blood you spilled //
some hang their hand and drown within fear
yet, and, with unborn eyes very open, to pretend
a gently passed hand over a baby’s head —
THIN new hair that does not die, long nails
within a soft chest — licking the bloodless
wounds of survival.
The sound of the surgeon’s scalpel.

:: 06.20.2020 ::