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Wave to me and say, “only one single tear as a symbol of the price I pay for loving.”
Why do I search for that shining Soul I love and search the page for that name
written in the most elegant hand?
And why do I know that one look will last forever
but if I give up this hope it will destroy me?
Why can’t I sleep with my heart in my mouth, like a bell
that rings only for the grave?
The crickets are at peace and there is a choir singing
so now there is no room for thoughts to speak …
and love stops
and love falls
on everything that’s not.
The rain is turning and the water glistens
at my feet with tears mixed with raindrops.
Now the sky’s too bright and my eyes are saying,
“I can’t see through the mist for I am too tall and
too dark.”
O my dreams.
Take me home.
Take me home.
My dream take
me home.
:: 07.21.2021 ::
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SHE can bring love with her smile and devastation with indifference
and ruin faith with the turn of her face;
SHE can bring paradise with her arms and paint masterpieces with her lips
and only reveal what she wishes you to see
SHE can bring passion to your life or steal the meaning of all things
breath the deep blue skies and bring a perfect day
Oh, mystery is beneath her footfalls and how her dress bellows while she
never gives out or gives in — she just changes her mind while promising
the Garden of Eden
So love i followed every motion of your emotion as you took care of yourself
and waiting as you want — ooh, she never gives in while singing angelic songs
and cuts you while you bleed
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.
She just changes her mind while so kind does anything but gives hope to the lesser
Souls who ache for Love.
:: 12.21.2020 ::
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if i had two hearts;
one for your soul
the other for your beauty
if i were a farmer
i would tend to a garden
and gather today’s eggs
but as a broken-hearted
poetry i till words – so
excuse me;
you see, i am not here
nor there — and the worse
feeling is planting Love
and nothing Grows.
:: 09.17.2020 ::
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TO be so sad that your tears
flee you is the greatest depth
of sadness.
the perfect point to hit upon the
diamond: shaving off all humanity
and anyone else…
whoever gave
a damn is not anyone
i ever knew and that tears me apart.
breaks my heart.
I watch from the tiny window of my
decaying Soul.
::: 08.02.2020 ::
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THINKING here alone about all those muggy nights
thinking of how much my body haS DONE and this heart
i now call Fear__ haven’t we all done crazy and at times
so lately___
i have more been than once hypnotized & paralyzed
as pinned butterfly : now free to fly away_
//..—..\\ a fortress of never-
realizing pas s i n g eyes & whoYOU
within my most private dreams:
dammit! it’s so late or early
& so sick and tired/i never thing
how what i could and can ever do
if lightning once again strikes me
it’s not what i can do to make you
care or love me: it is what i do when
once again lightning strikes me and
you are not there.// nothing i can do
to make you hear me or be loved by
YOU. So, sorry seems to be the littlest
word.
:: 07.03.2020 ::
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Creep. Inch-Crawl here.
Thrum’p dead weight slide
Join-locked SNAPPED
knee raised /
/
<FOOT) swoop goes
that beast down the alley
of arrow needs || caused my eyes
to hemorrhage S h at tereD my
heart & MIND. Threw away UP
over and beyond hope @shameless
@ erased existenz am i — YES.
:: 10-05-2018 ::
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FATIGUED and humbled
are the moments
like stretched-broken
dreams of bottomless
desire // call me never
—desired by no one
My name : emptiness
. Nickname: ruinous.
The earthworm needs me.
Evil curses my tolerance.
The world absolutely
B R O K E N. \\
:: 10-05-2018 ::
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I kissed did_Bursting things
where the sleepyHeart (in myself)
burned away the fever
of faithless-EyEs
of Individual\BeautyForms
Ephemeral_things-Bursting did,
a paranormalCog-noThing piece
a steam Punk Victor-IAN
fashion Brass-Leather beating!
Beating souls in my flowerPot
of Things and only pepper-Like
dust remains…
:: ~~~ ::
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IN the bright sun of a dark day
i sing and sign a work with
a triumphant flourish –killer
signature and in disarrayed eyes
an imprint of a botched incident
you’ll find it you’ll find it
i can hear the dogs of war
coming to get me i hear them
A position of my subject in
humiliation; exposure a bite
in a specific manner, i cover
the face and their hair;
tie ligatures with an unusual knot
— red flowers so crimson they
hide the hate of my heart
A portrait of eyes in a study room
shows a fixation on eyes, taxidermy
young blonde women disavowed;
disemboweled in public holidays,
“red spider” cryptic ink so red
you can find where the dogs begin
to smell them — a sick mind sings
AND I FEEL and i feel when the dogs
begin to smell her — oooh….
some craft a signature for effect
as well to set him apart as
the elite killer.
:: 07-30-2015 ::
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UNDER a tree of life
reading a book about death
i took off my shoes
and drank in the light
oh how the skies are blue
so is my half-buried soul
i’m just a lost soul
and do the angels cry
as they surround me
as i wait for you death
like a stone thrown
into the river of life
i skip across the surface
onto another shore
where the poets and artists
perish i can see their bones
ribs like pencils
a half skull like a cymbal
oh just a lost soul
but everyday my soul says
‘hey, you’re ruled by ruse
so take a flower with you
to the other side; they
need to see nature in all
it’s beauty where the sky
is all bruised
oh under this tree of life
i ache to be where i’m ruled
but love like this rock in my hand
is a heart turned to stone
so flat it skips across the water
onto another shore where poets
and artists perish so i’ll wait
for you here to turn this stone
into one of love again
:: 07-30-2015 ::
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