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My Better Half

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 ::

Bifurcated Thoughts

WHAT is that __
                I am sad or happy]\
? “come on…” talks like a possum
oh Karma arrested police makes me feel\
  –? if it’s what you feel;  if it’s
what Kings and Queens dealt;  oh Night
camera-pareidolia / its what we eat
and what we digest in memories }}oh
forever i lost myself inside time
and space || many little ones \ oh
forget and forgive religion and
all sense of self –P{r}etty\
flesh cave inside the world.

And the world keeps on raining
all the graves opening to begin

: 11.07;2021 ::


THE Sun reborn and divine
The Dragon Of Light and Shade
The World awoke ~
You Hear Ravens Fly
It’s Morning
The Light wins the night
The Great Work is done
Back from the darkness

To look at the lights
I’m Waiting for the Angels Of Elysium
Waiting For the Eastern glow
Oh dance in the dark of night
Sing to the Morning Light
The Mornin’ Light!
My will is to hear you sing.

Meaningful snowfall, a Lifetime
Of broken dreams, selfish leaders,
Left wing leaks, lies and fake news,
Dishonesty, and The Destruction of the Soul
– Outrageous // double standards, the Elite
Vs. You.

So we dance in a darkened night.

:: 04.07.2022 ::


a strung-out song

a pit-angel trap

green as money

without feeling

sang the fat

evil thought

ramming inside

the white cave

of my dilapidated


how can any artist

sell out for fame

is beyond me.

i know i must be

mentally unwell

but need for money

was never the cause

for my derangement.

I blame my dreams.

My dreams are


a divine pain. Inside

my throat.  Beneath

my head inside my


:: 03.18.2022 ::


I darted madly into the rain and hail
that fell in little clouds which
felt as tears from the torrents
of dying souls from this storm:

Leaping out from the storm
I found my children:
one upon a wet pillow
another within the bough.

I began my direction
above the beach,
down across the fields
I darted through the rain
all I wanted was a daughter
my gripping hands lost
to be my sweet self.

But, when she came
I had to make more
than a ditch
even I was a little older
and wiser
like a mother
in the shadow of my childhood
not so young anymore

:: 03.18.2022 ::

I lay in my bed
when they came
for to me.

Whispering not a word
with gleaming eyes
as silver came
to me and those others
those come from the stars
they turned my heart and home
into a zoo

like a slaughter house
of freaks.

:: 03.18.2022 ::


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 ::


Such were the words.

An old poet friend came to me, in 2010, to write poetry for a compilation I was putting together.

On that visit, he gave me a composition, the title being:

‘Silver Cord’.

I asked what the poem was about, knowing that I was going to write poetry about dying,
and a theme I was sure I wanted to explore.

He then told me that, this poem was also about the love we all hold so dear.

The poem depicts our link, from the beginning, to the end.
A relationship forged in the fire of human desire, bound together by a golden cord.

The poem is personal.

As the love-connection is inter-twined in the poem, it also represents my own.

The poem reminds me, at every opportunity, to love, and even if you never see your loved one again, you still hold them in the golden cord of love.

I am so glad, in my final days, that I can tell you all that I have loved and have been loved by; that love and that love will always be a part of me.

I had often wondered why the end of life happens in the way it does; why a person can die in the arms
of someone they loved, and know that they were loved.

But the poem has answered that question, and reminded me that the end is only the end, when we love.

Our life is just the beginning, our love is a golden cord, which links us all, and there is a joy and a love that goes beyond any pain, beyond any worry, beyond any ending.

We find beauty, harmony, and love where no one expected.
In death, love remains a relationship, not an ending.

I hope you enjoy the poem, now that I have managed to record its beautiful melody!

You, dear life, will remain in my golden cord!

P.S. I had left the poem here on my website, a few years ago.
I feel, it is time to bring it back.
I am sorry if this message seems cryptic.
It is my final gift to you.
My love to all my family and friends.

P.P.S. A special thank you, to my close friends.
You are the only ones who know the truth!

The Carnival Clown


a passion of darkly cast hooks
screaming my name hey look
black sweet blood
mouthfuls having fits
hauls me through the air

:: 02.26.2022 ::

The WAR Machine

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That is what i feel when i am
half empty.

That is what i feel when i am
half full.

that is what i feel
when i am
more than what is around me.

And when i die

it will all fade away

and as it fades away

i will feel again.

~ // // // // //

That is what i feel when i am
half full.

That is what i feel when i am
half empty.

That is what i feel when i am
more than what is around me.

And when i die
it will all fade away.

And as it fades away

i will feel again.





I kissed did_Bursting things
where the sleepyHeart (in myself)
my Love burned away the fever

of Individual\BeautyForm!

Ephemeral_things-Bursting did,
a paranormalCog-noThing piece
a steamPunk Victor-IAN
fashion Brass-Leather beating!

Beating souls in my flowerPot of Things
and only pepperLike

—— dust remains…!

:: 08-05-2014 ::