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DILAPIDATED ruinous. RUINOUS LOVE

i crawled deeply within rolling tossing Earth
rolling Hills — hot is the Sun as your Temper;
but focused upon You __ when you left me; (like my jealously)
— the Seasons sang, “What with you?  What with you?  What
with you?”  — sweet rolling & fallens: like a once-Living
jealously i possessed you and hated you___ the black taste
of Night — what with you what with you?
   -=-it’s me it’s me outside the Window of my Soul
  so dark so cold …
  who against Death?  against Light of Love?
   i am reminded of one named Rimbaud — my mantra,
my sweet-one my Monster;  never say good bye good bye
\but it’s me:  i cannot help feeling E,motions and
ripping all t hings aPart.  
Allow the gravity; allow the gravity (and ground)
to Grab you my beautiful dilapidation of RUINOUS
 Love!

what monster!

:: 05.10.2020 ::


WHEN THINGS SO EXPENSIVE ARE FOR FREE

IF you follow me bring the dead along for all the children have suffered and all
madmen pollute || ~~ IS GAME OVER “? between sun-beating down & STARS beating
psychotic clowns/ the pogo clown has died forever.
If you could you might adjust your eyes against all monsters that follow
…kiss me if you survive \\perishing is a buildingGRACE of reSKINNING the Soul
(oh whoa oh whoa oh wow oh no oh hey)
…just say the hardest price to pay //
are the things for free // eat and drink
remain my memory deeply between crimson &
sun-baked lips (music stretches thinner
e a c h & e v e r y d a y
carry on even if the stars extinguish
the very hurt you receive time &
space str e t c h ed pass a threshold of
mortal pain…you see and creation is reversed forward
God have mercy upon our weakened hearts
shame shame it’s the only world we have
and each other — there ain’t no denying (OH mother! No denying LIFE
is a THORN against my eyes; as i bend down i try to find my BEING
within a deeply yelled moan; i’m dying i’m dying i’m rolling round
a desert stream — shambalah come again against trail dust and kasmir
i am waiting i am decaying i am a mote of Poet
t r aveling inside OPEN space considered: static syntax
and congealed moments upon the professional grace of unspoken
words. whoa…whoa…it’s the hardest price to pay when things
so expensive are for free.

:: 03.03.2020 ::


GOLDEN BEE

(i could never hide
because)

i am libra
always drawn
toward your pain

allow my tongue
to lick the nectar
of your swollen soul

i am free of your lies
like Jesus not Galba
as a bee i vomit honey

so sweet you want
to die

i am a force un-wrecked
like water flowing through
steel or winter’s fire

i am the golden bee
i am free
i am free

of your lies

if you look into my eyes
what will you see?
no anger just spirit

it’s all you wish to be

more than a smiling face
on social media

i’m a spirit

a golden bee

i’m a spirit
of personality

:: 09-08-2018 ::


HONEY COMB

FREE is a spirit unleashed
by all conventional thoughts!
Love kisses the air of all
expansive-nature unbounded
by prison walls:  the sun,
her buzzing bee of life!
Children of our own past
— we were and some are
the golden honey of stars!

and a universe inviting us
if we should ever grown up!

:: 06-23-2015 ::


A SEPARATION BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL

I despise my skin
the body within —
clothes that dispose
a shadow of myself
What awake human
could love this state
the separation between
heaven and hell

:: 03-03-2014 ::


WHAT THE HEART NEEDS

I walk around and down the walk
just another day minding business
and I can hear the people saying
nothing matters but what’s in heart
such a thing needed is more song
about love and life and smiles too
and what does the man say…
listen to what they all sing
it’s what the heart needs
and it needs…la la la ta da la la
and the flowers twirl float soda
and sherbet paints Mona Lisa
and she is singing la la la ta da la la
it’s what the heart needs yes it does

:: 03-02-2014 ::