the world is SICK and it is
The world is sick and it is
loss of Love
i fell down many steps breaking
my mouth and knees
– felt the sharp sword of
For they were never loved.
Oh love, oh love come unto
us all. Bleeding deeply.
:: 07.27.2020 ::
for the true artist — art is bifurcated
into many brilliant pebbles of expression
and many will hate you for it___smear
your work deeply within their heels –>
& tell the kids you are the devil.
wait until i whip
the tar from my pants
(she was brought up religiously
silly-like) i cannot wait
to play guitar! Oh say release
the stress of any shooting star
— where is the one /sometimes
in winter\mostly within the sun
we go. hate to leave but the moon
comes (like a kid) over the terminus
:: 07.23.2020 ::
–sexy–. immortal age, fine skin, woman.
your vast fields held a single gate,
the heart you seek when in mortal fear,
deftly in soft romance. You come. To me,
so sweet and cute and take what is mine.
Through my golden gate of stability —
my apple on a table you bite and eat.
No sin. No gain. Only pain.
eating all these words while hiding
within a tree is this nature-woman.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
old ancient tongue
hate my longevity
hate my Heart
An old man hauling sand
asked me a for a coin
of a Roman figurehead — Pontius Pilate!
your part of the Crucifixion
was marked not only in Human history
but within the Celestial Heavens
the summer cooks grass
and life — history cooked all those
who were too blind! Mad! Mad!
Ancient Land – 2020 now —
crazy hearts crazy Souls
unhinged — too (haaaaaa!) Blind!
:: 07.08.2020 ::
WHILE the Cherubim sing their deeply forlangen hymns
…Oh, how beautiful! Oh, how sensually sweet!
That i am racked brokenly as suffocating despair
fills my Thoughts! My Mind! Not for this first
time am i drunk with expectation: as a child i
drank the Living Light. A price unseen until a
Let us break disharmony and seal a pact with All!
To re-create a promise.
:: 05.10.2020 ::
i can take Life upon my chin
i can take it upon my head
although it makes me sad
when i have to see it all
within my eyes i don’t see
a polite way to make this call
/oh wishing i first had
a vision\for a poor humble
wide-opened poet/ of no age or
time and then of no-more
\life is living while you’re bleeding
each day of Life is closer to Death
:: 03.23.2020 ::
i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket — makes me sad
called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled dirty stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the middle finger of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\\
:: 03.11.2020 ::
onlyLiving organs ever care
colorful laughter from their scars
tell the terrifying tale
of them all
of them all
they tell us what to do
explain to us what to do
so tell us so tell us
whatcha want to do
To be a bright reason that burns the sun
(can you help me in?)
Rock the storms who rock the ravens
on high; onlyLiving ORGANScream
on the EdgeOfNight.
:: 03.06.2020 ::
Sky! Lift me gently up
as an infant bruised by life’s measure
& forgive my Spirit for it aches
by the fire
by the brimstone
of Life hard experienced
of Life unforgiven to the end
Sky! Your graceful colors are brilliant
be regal by air rarer than Cherub-breath
be held by no earthly governance
breathe! breathe! life is the glorious
battle! battle! life is the gift for
:: 03.06.2020 ::