Tag Archives: #ghost

RAIN AND LOVE BEFORE WE SPOKE WORDS

RAIN AND LOVE BEFORE WE SPOKE WORDS — so, uh:
Bleed blue ad my african brown eyes
–> listen up brothers and sisters
the black and brown man and women (the khoisan)
are not
prisoners
( i love ’em
wak’a white people-ka )
we native American people side with
those who lost as us //and we still
dance and have our culture \\\
it does hurt for white people
to say they understand.
WE ARE THE PEOPLE of color
who wish all PEOPLE TO BE ALIVE
AND LOVE. I reach = take this bread
and save Nations of all this world.
Save me == you save you. Save us
stranger if you please. Native me.
Save us. Save us if you can stanger.
If you please….

:: 09.14.2021 ::


THAT SINGULAR MOMENT

i believe completely your affection
for my mental state, have you considered
we are two people caught between courage
and that lingering finger staring around
the ring of your finger?
i did not come here seeking life-lessons
that mother would never teach me at home:
i can taste the smell of your Soul
— you gave the band of Gold around fingers
your emotional trust.

:: 07.31.2020 ::


BORN WITHIN THE CRACK

BORN within the C R-A-C-K
of road and gutter fighting Tears like
no other feed me; feed us; save the
fetus [if not for the madness
within the air (BRAIN!)
maiming us_____/\/\
/\___]it’s okay to SCREAM\
the horror of this DAY!
oh rain oh rain oh REIN!
the virus of covered9’s
upSIDE down (listen now)
are three by three – OH!
–>digging within the brain
–no rain!

:: 07.10.2020 ::/
/
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her mouth is like the
fine bust of all sounds
\life given /now re-
ceived/wander through space
my profound love with a
hidden face.

(could not help it)


GHOST-FLESH

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 ::


POSTMORTEM MESSAGE

we met at the local coffee shop
and i told you our romance was over
you choked at first then cried
some tears and said you had already
left me
i walked away and did not look back
you were crying and so very alone
on the way home i saw a wreck
no survivors the police said to me
i saw your car then realized
your words //within the carnage
of twisted metal there you were
and had been dead for hours

:~~~: