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Tomorrow

OUR minds are concocted by Machines
those who control space and time/
the incredible magicians of old age
and our government is corrupt
We are trapped in the belly of
the monster called civilization
and the machine is bleeding to death.
Our time has now come to pass.
And we are to see reality.
The many millions of suicides
are now beginning /out of sight\
our animal tendency is one that requires
a sense of humanity. But the many
screams are carried by a dark wind
that blows : there is no government
but the radio is on. We are bleeding
to death and the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are unlit.
It was a moment when the buildings
fell down while mother’s clutched their
babies and fathers fought the faceless
enemies of evils spirits.
The world had forgotten.
There is a devil.
And he is worst than men.

:: 09.18.2022 ::


Angels Weep

I feared a thing untold unseen! That thing I feared within my mind!
A thing too, seen? Split by half in such unknowns AS I strove to know
what i must. Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!

Imperfect thoughts rolled from higher ground to low!

Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tried to stitch the past
when love was good! But life ran beyond the needle and instead stitched time
within my soul! I, cry. Oh crave to mind my own peace but thoughts
came into my mind.

Oh father! Toward my hands I give you my Spirit! Oh Father! forgive me.
i am a flesh creation weeping for the last time. So fractured in suicide.
Queen! dead! King of Life. Jesus embrace us and all our dirty skin
please forgive us for our transgressions.
Father! Mother! weakness Evil!

Fire! Birth! Life! Into my heart you have burned and taken love from my spirit
while i weep for those weaker who never knew ~~~ imperfect thoughts
And quietly heaven’s angels wept. As all creation.

Dying is righteous. If we leave flesh and blood.

:: 09.09.2022 ::


Tears No More

Flee from the mountains of sadness, flee from what bleeds with tears, the sea of tears, of which the precious earth frequently raises her skirt to pour out the fire from her heart.

O, when the winds set the sea upon fire and rips apart the garments of the sun, when fearful tides mingle into froth and face the dead corpses of the sea, when the hands of night rend the stars O, then shall I pity men!

Behold, man! Here God shall hearken, and when he hears our prayer, he shall restore both our health and our strength.

Should God restore our health, we shall cast aside the blame of the night’s tears, and the blame of the sea’s lamentations, and weep no more, for we shall be restored to our beloved.

Should he restore our strength, then will our sorrow properly vanish I will not languish in the ocean of tears, nor the barren rocks in the seas of sorrow, for we shall now be given back our health, and our strength, and our health, and love.

Let him restore us now, if he can, to the old climate of joy and the old climate of sorrow, and then I will weep no more, and shall not make this complaint:

that He, that is God, has forgotten us.

:: 07.07.2022 ::


When I Was God

WHEN i was God i dreamt i was a child
i dreamed of flowing rivers
and a youthful love called Lilly
When I was older than Light
i became flesh and told to wait

When i was older within flesh the voice said, “wait.”
An act of divine.

I prayed in pain — it hushed me.

I burned the scrolls they called Holy.

And i took the creature’s hand I created

a spot, the piece of mud, now your land.

Now almost perished from the Earth.

:: 07.04.2022 ::


UNSPOKEN

Jester of cosmos became undone
Spurned feelings of hollow love
And mother And father And siblings
were never there
How unspoken
unspoken is life

What of the man in the sky;
the forgotten one who never spoke
while i bled ~ held a white flag
surrendering to pain but no one cared
all offboard abandoned into deep waters
some live some will drown
no one wants to play.

Oh, how surrounded by lies!
taking a walk outside
even the ground eats the
footsteps i take;
walking away from this
nightmare of broken glass
of what was no thing.

Unspoken.

:: 04.19.2022 ::


MY BLOOD HAS BECOME MY FOOD

~~ TIRED in the wind
lips bewitch me in the night.
… WITH MY ARCHE OF CALCULATIONS ~
i exist inside our universe
but i am not a part of it
i love you all, without you i am not true
let me be where i need to be
let me forget the hatred that killed you
that I slaughtered with my sword
There is nothing that cannot be forgiven
what is unforgivable is a waste
to those who die from the chains of Hell
let there be rest for those who seek to destroy
no solution exists
with you, it was a forgotten place
where we were free of the madness
you brought me to my knees
you changed my body from flesh to crystal
now its flowing blood is nothing
i no longer have the time
to fear this being
shall i protect my spirit
i shall haunt the night-horrors
that rule your beasts,
or shall i cower and die?
I came to you to surrender
but then you gave your heart to another
now my words are useless
and i see the dead walking
and in your eyes
there is only a false light
i am so confused, let me be
with you i am free
your blood has become my food
and so i fade away,
so that you can remain
never forget to forget
never forgive those who ask to be forgiven
always remember me,
and live in my shadow,
long after i have gone.
~~ THE CREATURE THAT RENEWS YOU ~
any expression of your sorrow, sorrow,
through singing or any kind of media,
it is a small pity that stays
by your side
until you are drained of emotion,
until the circles turn to squares,
until the rainbow fades
and you are on your own.
to allow yourself to cry at the loss
of an unrequited love is to do yourself

:: 04.03.2022 ::


THE BASTARD CHILD

THE WORLD was meant devouring mouths
dead burnt fields of March
Or if it were, as bearing beauty’s name;
now awaken is leviathan of deep ocean
many dead sailor’s hearts torn wide open
Being born in His Image we are WAR
and frightful power/Jesus was an only
Son with a distant Mother: her eyes
as jewels from some rat in a cage
and her Husband not of Earth
: beauty lacking a tower
Oh Son full of desire to understand
even those tears fall burning dirt
Each yearning suited for slandering
creation with a false esteem
so the world forgot.

:: 02.20.2022 ::


IN HELL EVERYONE IS A POOR POET

I know:

It’s a good thing that no one should see me.

With frightening calm, I was watching what was going on, how he had the most extraordinary power over a number of human beings that human eyes had never seen.

Fearful but it’s a good thing, it will happen very often to a person, to dissolve, desiring the fulfillment of a precious human dream, “seek what will keep me satisfied” you can call the dream.

To make a great stand, the, “i wish.” Would it be enough? i, a whole human being whose heart was absolutely beating in the pit of a stomach, a first scream. I’m now a solid conversion of helpless salvation.

Everyone in hell is a poor poet.

How nature takes advantage of my existence of my innocence. I ate the letters and numbers of all languages but still human alchemies, mysticisms and fake perfumes are weak against that frightening calm.

And still, Hell asks for an encore when i stand upon that brimstone stage spewing my moonlit 3’o clock prose.

:: 02.05.22 ::


TIME IS NEVER OWNED

OH time is never owned cause time is always loaned
you can never give more to it and you can never leave
without leaving a piece of you
so the yesterdays we were others
today we believe we are we
and how life can help one
believe we’re better than yesterday — hold up yourself
to the Living Light: i once was youth and now ageless
so believe me.
And how the sun rises
and how the seas undulate
and hearts beat…
time is never owned.

:: 08.18.2021 ::


THE MAN WHO SAW THE WORLD

\
The curtain hid my fear and ill-intention.
It led by with only a single hole, a reminder!

Then, right there and then even though behind
the curtainS, so wary of the cause:

What was the cost of the pain?

The cost for the life, the life for the key!

Oh!

So this time i cast aside reason for belief:

Knowing in the seed of life!

oH NO! nOT me! you’re face to face with
the soul who made the world.

Behind the curtain, self loathing became true
and trust, trust, loss for a minute
then forever wound within my mind! For
gazing millions of billions of years
a long long time ago — who knows?

How we killed the, “once I dreamed.”
Said he was the friend of Humanity
and i spoke into his eyes and he
crucified so long ago with the man
who loved the World.

I laughed and shook his hand and said
“My friend, you are so kind.” So so
a long time ago. And watched him die.
/

:: 07.11.2021 ::