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BIG BRAIN SO monster family

ate my petals of yellow flowers

& i looked up toward the skies
(they say i was weak and aborted)
==never mattered to me==
Father killed mother
sisters cried//brother of mine\
held him down and i cried :::
what ever matters now?
i sang ancient cries telling ghosts
i leave you all behind; momma i
hate how you found evil when you
looked for Love/ like me \ we eat
dirt.
Oh Oh Oh i am just a shadow
looking out a window…(no one loves me!)
say, stop! A ate a thunderbolt
lightning down inside my bowls
sparing my life from monstrosity
demons hold on! Oh let me go
“No no no no!” Oh how the angels
sing for me! Every very bit of
frightening feelings! Oh how evil
and pure love me: oh let me go!
(we will not let you go!) Oh oh
let me go go go ! No no no NO!
Oh how the devil and God wants me!
Oh Mother!
The devil has designs for me!
God give me the power!
Shade my eyes from all evil! OOOOH!~
baby! Just got to get it right!
…?_? oh yeah oh yeah
…i am born a child. And flesh decays
and gods and demons feed upon our flesh.
but we win within the end.
Born above Angels and Devils.

😉

:: 11.10.2020 ::


MARS IS FULL OF CANDY FOAM

It’s on America’s tortured brow. That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame Cause Lennon’s on sale again…’
Didn’t they find him that way once?
Or are we all living in fairy-tale land?
The shepherd’s moan (This is L.A.)
The folk singer’s rattle
The preachers’ sermons
Are all the tragedy on this dismal scene
Everyone’s out to heal and pray
But the photographers are just making a buck
Saw it on the newsfeed
It’s a wee bit too pretty for my taste
I thought there was a duck in the boat
But I’m still waiting for my pasty belly to kick in
It’s a God-awful small affair
To the poor whore with the big holes
But her mummy is yelling no
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
But all she’s looking for is to get in
‘Cause the publicity and hope and pray have failed
because she found something else that keeps her going
She told the weather bureau she’s a cheerleader
Even Jesus came through to hear her prayer
Is there life on Mars?
It’s on America’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
\Oh, what a lot of pain!
/
Oscar has gone too far now (Oh!)
Our elected officials and the entertainment media
So many thinking the wrong thing is right
But who’ll be there to pick up her cardboard?
‘Cause the weather is a mess and all the malls are empty

Is there life on Mars?
It’s on America’s tortured brow
Didn’t they find him that way once?
Or are we all living in fairy-tale land?
The shepherd’s moan (This is L.A.)
The folk singer’s rattle
The preachers’ sermons
Are all the tragedy on this dismal scene
Everyone’s out to heal and pray
But the photographers are just making a buck
Saw it on the newsfeed
It’s a wee bit too pretty for my taste
I thought there was a duck in the boat
But I’m still waiting for my pasty belly to kick in
It’s a God-awful small affair
To the poor whore with the big holes
But her mummy is yelling no
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
But all she’s looking for is to get in
‘Cause the publicity and hope and pray have failed
She found something else that keeps her going
She told the weather bureau she’s a cheerleader
Even Jesus came through to hear her prayer
Is there life on Mars?
It’s on America’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Oh, what a lot of pain!
Oscar has gone too far now (Oh!)
Our elected officials and the entertainment media
So many thinking the wrong thing is right
But who’ll be there to pick up her cardboard?
‘Cause the weather is a mess and all the malls are empty
IS there life on Mars?
It’s on America’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Nobody was crying about Nelson Mandela
But we did rush to lift up the nation’s agony
‘Cause we were all so turned on by that gold-plated male body
So Madonna comes on and just like that
The college dean sold out the university
‘Cause we’re all so turned on by that derrière
It’s a God-awful small affair
The girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling no
And her daddy has told her to go
It’s a God-awful small

:: 10.17.2020 ::


BETWEEN THE TEETH OF LIES

   ///////////////////////////Seditious countries and each life;  closes minds 

since mortal hearts within jars and intestines have no mark upon solemn synod     – forgiven decrees;     
all humans scream for release from the arms of colossal piteous complaints…    
do not tear away yourself dear  to whisper a break withIN a deep-divorcing vow?   i gave you everything; 
everything i own;i have given you everything and you blew it to hell and with blood mingled inside the
crime of lust:  for if we were one, and you played false, i ate the poison of your flesh,   being infected
by your contagion.  And hell, shit, keep fair league and truce inside my soul and mind and spirit —
you blew it all and split the world of my heart apart.

:: 08.12.2020 ::


COLOCASIAN

To be far from sounds, cities, and horny ones,
i wrote colocasian:
which went un-noticed.
its dull honey-color tempted gods
and makes human souls sweat in heaves.
AND my beating heart makes a neon sign
sad;
as though it would make me stop from
wishing Merlot. the deep diver searching
for pearls or ancient shells.
Ghostly whispers wishing seas that
undulate heavenly songs a-flutter
through currant bushes of sea weed.
my heart and eyes:
paint the image upon my brain;
please; see me –>
as a slave to all, to admit no passerby
to adverse towns.

:: 08.12.2020 ::


THE WHORISH POET

What is GREAT CREATION?
painting or love?
     writing or drawing?
the bleeding organ of
an artist knows.
    it kills before he
is done.  plastioning feelings   
morbid thoughts i found myself
 inside a tangle of trees 
: and worried scholars are hairy
loved brutal:  epitome and swum
across the seas.  I screamed as
a virgin!


GOD BLESS YOUR HEARTS

i forgive all when she sings
“over” (mother of my children)
so such a shame and it brings my
children to say:
“bless you for the heart you sing dad”
so i say we’re the same when we’re to-
gether (so strange) without Her : so
God bless our hearts
for the song you sing my children,
for the hearts you are removes the darkness
of our falling apart — all
ah – for the heart you bring every time you are:
ooh ooh ooh and God Bless
your Hearts! My (such a shame) without your mother:
but sun lights this song you sing — OUR HEARTS.

:: 07.11.2020 ::


THERE IS NO DEATH

death is a weak spoken word
as tinder burning — my love?
We were alive! Once, when
we saw the clouds covering
the quiet land in purple
and blues my dear.

The river was rushinng
thrashing and weathering
the ancient rocks —
our hearts, too!

Many believe death is end
but for lovers the beginning!
I shall be soft while I
conqueor the living now;
I will speak your name
and the celestial beings
— they already weep!


TASTING LAST WORDS

i tasted the last words
just within my mouth
and drawn into this life
where orchestras awaken
blood from death
Walking in muddy boots
across the fields of
the world’s death
i took a breath of life
and saw babies eating
remaining memories
i tasted my last words
just there in my love
and drew conclusions
: love is our life trap
and whatever price
i have is priceless advice:
that love is everything.

:: 09-29-2017 ::


REINCARNATION ALL OVER AGAIN

REINCARNATION helps you
sometimes makes you
feel alive
and sometimes dead
Life can hit you
in the face (oh my)
and memories of youth
are always sometimes
good but now it’s bad
And with lessons to learn
who can keep you in
your seat: maybe now
it’s time to recognize
your brothers & sisters
and now”
we all shout on we
all shout on who
are we <ah!> we’re all
tasting stars and moons
and hugging hearts >
these days are so strange
and everything politicized
forgetting no matter how well
We speak the truth is true
: we are all one.
Oh mama we are all one indeed!
Oh, mama like John said, ”
everyone is high and there’s
UFO’s over New York and I ain’t’
surprised.” Such strange
days indeed!

:: 09-28-2017 ::


BIOLOGICAL LIFE IS TOOTH PASTE

MY noodle worm thinking thing!
how i love you in this vast
ugly smile that sun burns
who i perfected

perfect breasts
telling me my face
is a farmland growing
the youth of my heart
telling you
saying me: the softest
killing moon rises again
taking me through the
window of my masturbation
nights — cultured nights
with extended biological
laugh: we excrete hahaha
like life wet dreams
smelling human –taste
paste tooth grin! 🙂

:: 09-11-2015 ::