DO NOT VACCINATED AGAINST THE EARTH
it is the brightest of nights; the exceptional expectation
which fate has granted the every-NOTHING. paradoxically enough
if one believes in Life; kissing phenomena believing
science when flasks and atom smashers dance together
and flesh/blood kill each other
the more paradoxical enough today my lips bled when
i spoke just a word,
“oh!”
and a new element born!
Do not vaccinate against the Earth.
:: 07-08-2015 ::
::
I want to hear your voice in my mind as you claim me.
Claim me.
I want to taste you.
Taste me, too.
I want you to feed me. The power that lies within my mouth is the power I will employ to make you scream.
Scream.
I want to possess you.
I want to bring you to the edge.
But you won’t let me; you’re in a hurry,
so you push me away with your arrogant smirk.
With your arrogant winking as you take another free-hand
with your fingers, ’cause you’re like that.
I want to be on the receiving end.
I want to give it all to you.
I want to be grateful.
I want to regret.
I want to be satisfied.
There you are again wandering through my dreams,
haunting me, making me helpless to resist.
I want to see you again making me wild, shooting through my body.
Letting me know, listening to me scream and cry for more.
I want to feel you again.
I want to own you.
I want to feel your teeth on my breast.
I want to see you again close to my flesh,
your hair piled high in a manner you have perfected.
I want you to have your way.
I want to feel you again.
I want to fuck you once more,
but this time I want you to be mine till the end of time.
I want to savour it. Till the moment we enter my womb
and know, with our blood, that we are a mother and a father
together.
I want to see the vastness of our love in the walls of our home.
I want to see it, know that we are a family.
Until there is nothing more.
:: 07.07.2022 ::
CASTED away
as an island
out at sea
i ate the
sunlight see?
with a mouth
larger than it
should be i
swallowed the
bright bee.
Sets me free
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:: 07.21.2020 ::
A merry-goes round
tipsy-turbulent turby
Oh Merry’s-go round more
and what are you waiting for?
Is it the rabbit you’re looking for
so far down the rabbit’s hole?
Me–but which book within the Universal
Library should I read? There are an infinite
number of books!
The Light–if you read just one of these books
then you’ve read them all!
Aaaaah oooooh i drift past the moment
with my deep head within the clouds
and zebras on tram trains singing with
undulating umbrellas//simply blown away\\
:: 08-19-2018 ::
A beautiful dream last night while i was walking overTHERE.
My name was unknown to me and my feet had a small inkling
of where they had traveled within my past.
It was blissful.
i walked into a white marbled room that contained a bench
made of unfulfilled wishes; the ceiling gently weeping
the softest tears of love toward me. My soul was drenched
in hope.
On the wall in front of me was a most beautiful painting
framed within amethyst and the colors were otherworldly
and breathtaking.
Upon waking i went to my easel and picked up my brush
but soon realized our world does not possess such colors
and even if so there is not a single soul that could
comprehend that angelic spectrum of a higher rainbow.
I wish to sleep.
Again.
:: 06-01-2018 ::
So many hurts so many days
so another night; slowly
closing within lonely nights.
i can remember those words
like molting lava burning,
touching me — freezing my skin
— can i still pretend
you still love me?
Feeling memories and crazy
losing sleep and found i am
way too deep into you —
i can’t believe your gone.
pretending you still hold me
AND…
Whereeever you go
i am with you
Whatever you dream
i dream too
whenever you need love
i am here for you.
after the rains
after the flames
after the tears
too.
i watch the shadows
fading —
so hithard
i cannot see who
crossed my heart
But you were the first
and shall be last
and i will be the same.
tic-tock time across
the fragile wall
and i will be back
to see who fell
across my heart:
you were the first
and will be the last.
:: 01-23-2018 ::
i cut myself today
upon the thought of
when it is darkest(and
i look up in fear
who sees the reaper,
in drag: it comes to
all of us disguised)
like old familiar ways
so thin like the moon
on waxing days
and the world beats
some say in your head
of course we’ve lived
with how we cling to
our minds always
sharpest when comes fear
until i feel the familiar
sting that remembers everything
the purple flower’s largest
final air
is what we become my dearest
friend internal eternal
plunging everywhere untold
times
of enormous lost dreams
:: 07-18-2015 ::
IF I SLEEP AND AWAKEN WITHIN A DREAM
i believe uh huh, believe
in what we are missing
witness the ghosts leaving
a spread of oh what we are
space: and i believe i dream
and dream of father’s in deserts
and mother’s in oceans
i dream so far i hooked Leviathan
in shadows of all my shame
i dream i had a secret promise
only (what torture says) is me:
i dream so logical within all
my dreams and i dream away
dream i’m awake when i sleep
and who knows : if i measure
life by sleep then i’ve been
the long death –> sleep!
and if i sleep and awaken in
a dream i should dream love
:: 07-11-2015 ::
Lost my way writing words
on my way back to life
all alone with the One
so exhausted with none
I am so surprised
no suicide
I’m strapped in a chair
with a hanging light bulb sun
and the leather upon my wrists
so tight like honey bees
stinging all the dreams of
my life: I’m just a poet
of silver dreams weeping
and half alive with an empty
gun so I use a pencil to
stab life with all my
empty words
A silver tongue that no one
loves so I write words to
awaken me from my dream
of lonely fields
silver dreams weeping
half alive with an
empty gun
::-::
Your Jesus likes
lollipops
the walking King
on the boulevard
of spiritual dreams
and i licked sticks
like the wooden
cross across life
Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he’s
taking me — somewhere
I want to be like
my best friend
And religion is a sidewalk
with many souls
walking the path
towards their dreams
of an afterlife
so I’m taking my
best friend
She knows my buttons
pushing love and
all of my life
IT’S where i want to be;
me and my best friend
:: 02-15-2015 ::
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