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AS i think of muggy nights upon the crest
of the Mississippi River and her currents/
i was a teenage boy | never knew a woman
as i was a virgin | within the crusted clouds
of mean nights — it was always late when i
fought my date/i am still alive]\
she hypnotized by beauty ; me — wondering
how to fly away –> my oh my. my babysitter
was hungry for her itch: i wanted mom to take me
home. No one saved me that night — so say how
beautiful was that night while i was taken away
like the currents of a mighty River.
raped.
:: 08.10.2020 ::
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TONIGHT i could write the
baddest words: i could not
care where i am going –>
over the thin red line —
she was in a trance/
i put a pound of love
inside a quart of expectation
— will Shakespeare says
” do not go running away ”
but i hit the grown running
TOWARD CHANGE –> nothing stays
the same: change (i hear you
say) say, hey! every era
has words to express change
yea yea yeah — i say change
is a beautiful vagina of flowers
….
:: 07.31.2020 ::
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between thoughts
such depth
my heart sank
–today.
The widow of Souls
now am i –? or
a mirage of god’s
weaker image?
this does NEVER
matter within my
own heart; i am
any-and-everything
i wish to be.
& MORE!
:: 07.22.2020 ::
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[riding upon the back of a young butterfly i see quick scenes and smell the Earth and
her Perfume//a bird! –> dive! haha!\\
how wonderful to be…what is that? LIFE! OUT here within the fields i forgot
my heels and have my butterfly within high
gear — no need to worry no need to fight;
no need to feel forgiven | says the
beautiful butterfly do not cry do not break your heart
it’s only other-worldly experience here as a human believing butterflies; that nexus
is there if we go together.
A memory of Existence!
so begin the day with a friendly voice so those who love horror
can hate your musical comedy and love! Man! hahaha.
:: 07.12.2020 ::
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FORGOTTEN! are the fragmented memories as
touching the ghost-flesh of a missing limb ;a
bridge too far spanned beyond measure
and torn-bleeding feet bared for all to
witness/my Sweetest days
were alone with you
my brilliant Sun and her mistress of night
with silver-beamed light from her ageless face
the Moon\my Love is immeasurable, my Love’s
passion unmeasurable — we are too busy with
each other’s joy to notice; her nails are black
her neck is thin, her eyes anthracine-misty;
the very air within her presence a maelstrom
of mystery is where i am is where i go.
:: 03.21.2020 ::
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LOVE is the soul
and LUST the flesh
:: 09-15-2015 ::
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SKIN is my lie,
and beneath the flesh
called lust
it told me,
“you are ME”
I walked a mile
and met my space
where I dream life
and thought it through
My flesh lied as all
dying things do
I love it for trying
but always, I knew
my eternal being!
I’m not here.
:: 11-04-2014 ::
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HUMANS think the house
— the only haunt
As though the wood
conjures the Spirits
of other-worlds
But the mind has rooms
which lurks some evil
a cave of skull
— the dark anteroom
sometimes possessed…
Our stupidity in all
that life contains
Barely a morsel
a nibble at best
Hungry for life we be
Escape from there
to here we run
so busy are we, finishing
So leisurely
we wish it be!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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IT is…a remarkable thing
that which is organic
has a thought but is just flesh
and to feel! — what sorcery!
The ‘buy-in’ for this world
that others from beyond
wish to visit this rock of stuff
is that meat-talks…feels…
and has the spark of divinity!
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