Tag Archives: #hate

MYSTERIOUS POETRY

I tell. I reach. You can try to give me peace. I am in deep mud. Hypnotized.
Inside. A reaching called trying. I’m in love with poetry so wonderful
each word brings me to my knees.

It’s a miracle of hysteria — I don’t need love so I believe when Love opens
wide —– from leaving me; i want to know tonight if you can stop this feeling
oh this fire — a spiritual healing of loving in mysterious feelings.

Oh babe.
Hysteria.
When you’re near.

i’m in love! Each word takes me to my knees. I’ve got to know tonight if these feelings
are mysterious hysteria — so magical and mysterious i start to put hand on pen and
write. Words.

Like my dreams — of her. When you’re near. Strawberry ice cream yeah — you can hide,
a one-way street. I hold and open wide ; take me in my head / leaving \ so stop
this fire of a magical mysterious feeling (it’s a miracle seeing you in my dreams)

Can you understand believing (i see you) hysteria when you’re near.

I lean into you – you hide. Oh! You’re alone tonight and can we stop this feeling of Poetry?
So magical and mysterious.

Wo we beat on, writing words against the current of life, bearing against
past life.

:: 06.15.2022 ::


BABY FLESH INSIDE EMBROY

I smell your baby flesh inside
my embryo heart and took hookah
cord to strangled this dark romance.
My face fell downward to dirt
and kingdom ants ate my eyes:
built a tower of new tears;
a thin bridge toward your mind
She moves slowly towards me
like a doctor seeking new cancer
like candy pharmaceutical
feeding life / i’ve got a brain
oh yeah \ to surprise life
i crawled out of the vat of
dead babies to survive_____
She was sad, said, “take me to
my favorite place to eat to forget
this” her best friend cried.
I’d eat you if you were unborn.
Surprise! Hey, best yet: let
me kill your parents first.

Zero sum.

:: 02.18.2022 ::


GIVE ME BURBON

GIVE ME BOURBON

GIVE ME  BOURBON
 O seasons, Chateaux
a taste of pure snow
inside the rotten Soul

Upon  eyes a moon
upon finger tips
a learned sassy spell
that no one withstands

i want to take you home
give you all crypto-coin
tell mama she’s gone
ah shit:  body and soul
inside Sway ] kissing you
even if bad luck comes
(my way)  steel coming
to slice up that brain |
   & sever a nose,
lusty prowling Cat:
hint — his ribs are stone,
the flame a death that pleases
God if ventured i prayer.

:: 0.15.2022 ::

GIVE ME BURBON
O seasons, Chateaux
a taste of pure snow
inside the rotten Soul

Upon eyes a moon
upon finger tips
a learned sassy spell
that no one withstands

i want to take you home
give you all crypto-coin
tell mama she’s gone
ah shit: body and soul
inside Sway ] kissing you
even if bad luck comes
(my way) steel coming
to slice up that brain |
& sever a nose,
lusty prowling Cat:
hint — his ribs are stone,
the flame a death that pleases
God if ventured i prayer.

:: 0.15.2022 ::


Sleepers In Their Graves

That there were no Souls in the World – and no one there to blame – but Me.

That terrible sobs that took the time to lick a Heart that had forgotten how to sob, or even how to whisper, were redoubled into shrieks, and they kept me from laughing.

O heart of Mine, why do you howl?

If Thou wouldst die, then in vengeance thy Redeemer of Whom, Whose Heart was my own, and whose Whistle blew wild through the Rails, and who, at one moment when the Gate was open, as he reached the top of the Jail, and searched the Valley of Doom.

To find my Prisoner there, and to know that his Out-cries had been so wretchedly contrived, and, because they cried out so piteously, were not stopped at once!

How dare thou, thou Death, laugh? If Thou didst laugh at this, and the world now knows the Death that has come to me, in consequence of the Puny Strength with which Thine own weakness left Me.

Let the judgment of all come in, and they make the old curse true and then i should not be sad.

For those mourners, the unquiet were they – how the Sleepers in the Grave would cry:

“Those poor Souls!

Is there one Death, for another?”

But though all sleep sound those that dream are always sad. i had a Brother, i knew, who went for a Passenger, and his Friend had brought him, and held his hand when we left.

The Station – and in the Coach the Friend held up his Heart.

“Poor Brother, my Friend, have you never had Love?”

And his Friend said, “I don’t know that I ever had.”

Then they were gone.

And in my Brain, with a Funeral, i cried, “My Brother has gone!”

When my Brother and his Friend were lost i knew, in my Brain, that i should not die – yet they had gone from me for ever and for ever.

All the Earth is a city of Death – the Sun that has shone bright and cast up its golden rays must fade into Night, and the air shall turn cold, and the day will vanish like the evening:

when the Sun goes down, and it is Dark upon the Mountain.

Even the Stars, when the Sun is hot fade, and there are not as many as there once were.

The very Earth which gave brightness to the Branches of the Tree shall wither and die and fade, and the Blue of the sky will dissolve, and the Earth Will shake and fall into the Sea.

The City of Death in which we live is like a great Prison under the Earth.

The Clouds that surround us and Sooth our Sorrows are but Cloths that cover the Dome of the Pitiless Heaven – the Void where such Rulers as are but Planets, like our own shall reign.

We have no Ruler who rules by Love, no View from Heaven, no Vision from the Stars, no One to give us a Joy that would pass all our cares when we are set upon a Mountain, sighing over the Valley of Sorrow, whether our Heartbeats cease.

Luna can but smile when She sees we have passed the Point.

Where the Blue West gives the Shade of Night, and the Tree is pierced with Cold – and the Night of Light does not come but the Winter wanes.

And all mankind is contained in the Castle of Death.

There is no Labor which an Angel can give, there is no Beauty, there is no Joy,

There is no Heaven.

So for us there is the Earth, and the Flock that bares all whose Flying
is but Death and Murder, and Death’s distant Call, and it is Death, of all things, that gives us all:

That Taste of Beauty.

While we fly on the Wings of Love, and with our Tears water the Earth
with our Love, our Wings go, and with our Corpse Land to fall upon the Earth.

With the Time comes the Age
When Love is heard
And no ear has ever heard it,
with the Age comes the Age
when Men look up, and no eye has ever gazed upon
no Green Earth – when the Tree is cut down the Earth is bare.

From Blame to Blame
From Sorrow to Sorrow
From Darkness to Darkness
And Death lies on Earth –
The Land, the Water, the Earth,
The Birds and Animals,
And Man – The Land, the Water, the Earth,
The Birds and Animals,
And Man – like the Wings of Love
The Kingdom of the Earth Is a Prison
Under the Earth.

When will We see our Land?
When will We fly away?
When will we light the Nights?
When will we light the Nights?
So my Song is very solemn,
But I hope in it one Hour

When we shall find our Land.
When the Day of Retribution
Is ended, and the sky is blue
and the Sun shines, and all that was buried
in the Dark of Night, shall come to Life.

The Earth shall be green,
The Trees shall yield fruit,
The Green of their Leaves shall radiate
all over the Earth.

We shall catch our Breath,
wnd thank God,
whose Love brought us together,
and made us Wings
for his Flock,

To fly away – the Wings of love.

My Story:

‘His Love is the Light that
shone in the World, 0when the Sun of Love
and the Golden Child was born in the Cave of Life.

And then the Angels said,
“Fetch the Child, bring him forth,
that he may be king of his Kingdom
but let it be done, in the Cave of Life –
therein he may reign

as Father and Son, for the King of Men
must not reign alone.”

They called the Child and said to him,
“Arise, Unto the King of all
the Happy Isle of Love
where You reign as
Emperor of Love.

The Angels called again the King of Love
and said to him, “Arise, unto the King of all
the Happy Isle of Love where You reign as
Emperor of Love.

And the King of Love Speak!”

“If you will not come with me
then fly away!
Fly away!
Fly away!
Let me be alone!”
And the King of Love left the cave of Life
And went up to the Heavens, and came down
and placed upon the Earth

all the Things that Matter.

:: 01.25.2021 ::


TWICE UPON SUNNY DAYS

PLEASE GIVE me my pardon
written by God’s own Holy Hand
don’t say no |i’ll leave right now
nothing wrong mental health
if you give me fantasy now
[and]
ALL upon shark clouds
beneath butterfly waves
goes destiny into oblivion
twice upon sunny days
as the sun burns the ground
empires steal stars from
lover’s steely eyes

Into the night goes my thoughts
a broken crib of ancient jewels
peeling paperwall of forgottens
it pains to learn____stepping stone
of beauty called Life.

:: 12.17.2021 ::


LOVE AND PRIDE (Mystery of Evil)

      you let me     hate you

you let me complicate my insides. You broke the only
thing that works for me: you broke my family and
you see a game. (so arrogant!)
i want to carve your insides
with my blood. Show you that hate IS you.S
help me! / reason \ help me //
you make me crazy as though i am someone else.
—- ANIMAL — I HATE YOU SO MUCH.
YOU ARE meat -dead bitch
with a moving mouth of sickness.
hate and darkness.
she is a thief-crook cynic with legs;
sucking vagina and smile/
sucking life from weak men…
I only have one WORD never i
told to you that you only break YOU.
What is y o u r company
is y o u r SPIRIT — evil? What Mankind
fought. Today is a Space of revelation
and today is not weakness. / Wars won for
so many years before — > NOT TODAY. –>> SPACE
How the world hates all of the discontent
and confusion of Life? No Government! How you say
we are stupid to carry along the world’s madness…
maybe before — ! !!! No more! EXIT: We are
no more then. Catch sprit and soul and Awake and
loving. Hate is your Name.
Such a sick mean pride like EVIL.
But LOVE puts down all evil pride.

:: 01.05.2021 ::


BABY PASTE

Hey boys go get yourself a soy drink & cut the bottom of your pants
so true so sad
betray the roots of all that’s nature & lay down the dog and drown.

As you were; keep yourself in the dirt and create castles of mud
cause you don’t know what it means you don’t know what it means.

We can have a chore; some say nature (like more)
is more — whose song sang drowning the right way?

Sometimes i scream so hard
i shoot myself through the throat
and take words and ghosts and make
baby-paste for women.

oh right. haha. so right.

So lonely i cry at night all the time.
Wee can ask for more fate is more
(nature as a whore) who is fruit
who is poison? aaaaaah! This is a
song about losers and losers gain
so much more. Especially when you have
no idea what is more. Righteousness is God
and Righteousness is horney wanting more.

:: 12.30.2020 ::


EYEBALL GOD IN MOUTH

Eyeball god in mouth

Ostara?…Dio?…Luna? …

Is light as hunger for colors?

Eros the god of eyes and the hidden feelings
shameful man with erect cock — sighing sex
in his heart — a crack, deep and wide!

Black Hole!

Punk rock for a Black Hole!

Rainbow and jubilee exploded in flood!

Like a porno universe all of our pornographic desires
moments of starving stars and porn stars!

An eyeless god living in a glass tube with hearts
like hot flashes in heat-blasted rooms!
Pulsing pimples — swirling while a midnight sky
brings forth a cacophony of cosmic screams!

More impassioned raw-animal! More barking!
more vibrations — more imminence!

More sinewy limbs on show — penis I’m looking at —
lifeless grey body but voracious pink face!

It licks and whimpers, suckles and sucks!

Shall I become a statue again? — glazed face with eyes
sheers-white in precession of Venus?

Hey! Taint! Milk it!

:: 11.12. 2020 ::


PERFUME OF HATE & LOVE

before I was a boundary of Life
i was an embryo so you can completely
kill me when you want  like the body
upon which you learned to write
(aside from ancient angels) people
hidden or appear illuminated
by forests of appearance —
immediate lights?
a dream appeared at will.
So senseless  — a perfect example
of words!   aaaaaaaaahhhhh!  
The media fears to feed him —
smells like sperm of secrets —
the sea stops within the palms
of your eyes —– aaaaaaaaaah!
  breath.  Please.  To laugh.
Believe.  aaaaagh.  with hospitality
they blindfold your look.

:: 08.16.2020 ::


H A T E

i am the ONE who walks upon a rotting knee
my breath is hell’s fragrance and my skin
is almost human.
i was born out of wed-locked insanity
so i am a bastard to many but the devil
to a fewer. i am the ONE who walks upon
a rotting heart — forever scorned and never
ever truly loved.

:: 07.26.2020 ::