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CREATIVITY AND INSANITY

IN my eyes i see nothing
comes the ghosts of life
The sun comes burning
Secret elders of seven
look down and judge me

Upon a stone of iron
i struck with my heart
my hand on the sword
my love within my heart
a traveler of sweet words

All to be revealed.

To build a tower to skies
strong we were making life
and another Voice spoke
saying, “ooh. What they
can do if we allow them.”

And the Spirit of Love
touched each heart of
our men — we confused
speaking different
and the sun lost our eyes

As i screamed i said
oooooooh oooooooh
father you confused us.

Lost in creativity and
in insanity by the river
of autumn leaves ~~~~
so the four winds of
fear came and brought me
into the celestial sphere.

:: 06.09.2022 ::


GOBEKLI AND HISTORY

SKIES OPENED after the flood    complaining (the future of you)
they stopped.  i stepped off the planks of steps into a new world
with everywhere mud.
  Then came the animals; a hare stopped to smell too.
No clouds but deepest blue skies
precious stones across the ground
 At 700 years old i thought i was a habitual creature
  so organized the streets and politics of a few
  and watched the seasons and years burst — we took the
technology and knowledge of our ancients;
  Gobekli and Egypt and too many civilizations to
tell — so many howled at the moon
although we’d already been there.
Time is a  wave like water cascading
mind is a device of denial
summer like winter for you
a world who has lost its memory
but not the sun nor the moon.

:: 02.15.2022 ::


CHOCOLATE POPCORN EYES

OH mother___ father forget me altogether.
Sister help us. Brothers forgot me.
Affection | degrees of decaying dying heart.
How i read your words and heard your minds
inside my fluid canvas mind. I appreciate
I was different and so unlike you. So unlike
you. Unlike you. I BURST SUN SPOT INSIDE
MY CRIB describes me. ALIEN unto affection.
Passing it back and forth. Like a sweet wet
kiss. BABY, how we die and live poison apple.
Jesus and fluids. I enjoy chocolate and
popcorn watching the world changing before my
genetic eyes. How silly we are and were
: forgetting our history! Almost a billion
years of living and loving and hating and dying
and a legacy you never knew.

All Affection.
Time to wake up.
To our Nature.
Warrior.

:: 11.20.2021 ::


PLEASE KILL ME BEFORE I DIE

IF i shall never hear a note again
what of my vision — a forest calls
but no sound/ i, the failure, of
all that is nature and of words.
so must my mouth SCREAM
but my head hears not [even the
blacksmith striking his anvil]
so i am the deaf poet
that shall never hear my own words\
locked inside a cedar box for all
seasons.

:: 07.24.2020 ::


ANCESTRY CALLS

hmm…

i find it very very easy to be so true
so all inside of you i keep a close watch
upon the leather book of my prose because
its you (of course) — i find myself
admitting i’m a fool just for you/ i ate the sun
and spat out darkened light and happiness i felt from
you hmm…
i find it very very true
that you have a way to keep
ME next to your side —
hmm. so i have a heart and
something called truth:
so i admit i am a fool
just for you — natives say
both day & night are just fine
because you’re mind.

:: 07.17.2020 ::


SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS EATS HUMANITY

Edison was an a$$hole but Tesla a true gentleman of scientific  progress and

even though they do not know we are simply looking through the papers of life”s

nature;  life flows like…

B u t t e r f l i e s –> and someday rocks will sing ;

‘we wish you love and we wish you peace’     
yea oh
yea   
oh yea wish we lived within a better time than now     now-now       no hearse pulls a u-hall behind it now-now if you give it away give it all away i say and moths have no feed-time on a closet of emptiness   as empty heads require no hats — there-there;who wears a real hat these days?    Sinking waters hold ships tighter than leather-skin and she was a grand woman with      a long neck and longer abdomen– forgive the orchids for they ate her and spat up fluorescent pink angel hair.

::02.22.2020::


EMBER TOMB’D WALLS

i recall the times so long ago
calling you until i lost
count oh…

all the falling tears
of a thousand years
and more

so sick so dead so sit
there and bleed some more
while i stab

memories of what-was
what-has has-been so sick

pushing against ember-tomb’d
walls encased unspoken dreams
i scream my heart out __
you dreeeeeam fondling
broken protocol

I know (we’re fools)
that time’s a school
stuck in now forward go
reverse the must of
fucking can’t do

ember tomb’d
ember’d room
sap a glue
encasing you

and all the tears
of a thousand years
and more

:: 07-14-2018 ::


A PARCHMENT OF MYSTERY

 I AM the Heart.  The Spirit.
The wings of flight and love.
The many illusions of living,
Feeling, and even betrayal.

  And the small and great
Things upon four feet.
The stem reaching for the sun.
The grains of innumerable sands

Across the dry lands and the
Crystal-snow of high mountains.

Love.  It is all and everything.
Within the molecule and the edge
Of a growing universe.

To live and know the unknown
Is terribly lonely.

But Love, love!

The greatest mystery!

:: 12-05-2017


MY SICKNESS

CONFESSION for the heart
one who knows the pain
a sharp knife
— to the soul

All things I see and hear
whether touch or smell
is poetic
— to my ear

Life drives me maddingly so
the words slide off me tender
and into a skillet
— where they burn

Wish I do for a release
into a world from pain and fear
my soul mate come unto me
for I fear the time
— too late

:: 01-22-2014 ::


BOOZE AND BRUTE

FOUGHT in the trenches of France
the screams belied the deeds
Instead of ‘for country!’
more said for love of mother

The trench reeked of gas
but the tents smelled of smoke
if you had’em you smoked’em
boots rotted and socks to hell

The voyage to paradise made
— Lady Liberty with her staff
as stiff as any military man
the diesel smoke choked many

Prohibition ran into my roads
From Chicago to musty Atlanta
bullets, broads, booze and brute
there I met my fate in rain-lead

Say nothing to the solider
speak low my ghost-friend
you were there too – I know
even though you don’t remember

::01/03/2014::