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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 ::


The WAR Machine

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That is what i feel when i am
half empty.

That is what i feel when i am
half full.

that is what i feel
when i am
more than what is around me.

And when i die

it will all fade away

and as it fades away

i will feel again.

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That is what i feel when i am
half full.

That is what i feel when i am
half empty.

That is what i feel when i am
more than what is around me.

And when i die
it will all fade away.

And as it fades away

i will feel again.

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I’M GOING HUNGRY

THE WINGS of the birds upon the table
(went hungry) I saw the light over
the confessional and the voice said:

THAT’S THE PERSON TO KILL

UPON THE table the fires again
and the mouths are choking
I don’t mind stealing bread to
feed the children. Yeah. We’re
dying farmers and the mouths are
choking. i DON’T MIND STEALING
bread for the children (we’re going
hungry)

How free is poetry to express
mindless anger. It can also express
love and forelove senseless.

Serial killers are evil. Hello?
They like hurting little things that
cannot fight back.

Humans by far are the most evil
creatures of nature.

:: 11-23/2021 ::


DYING & HUNGRY

I

Not a firefly but equal
to a glyph and less or more
as light within a cage of flesh
steals like riots —
my mind prowls the poverty of
Life.

Excommunicate while suffering
without shutting up  and hearing
past ghosts whisper:

“dying & hungry.”

08132020


FREEDOM WHISPER WITHIN MY EAR

AS i think of muggy nights upon the crest
of the Mississippi River and her currents/
i was a teenage boy |  never knew a woman
as i was a virgin | within the crusted clouds
of mean nights — it was always late when i
fought my date/i am still alive]\
    she hypnotized by beauty ; me — wondering
how to fly away –> my oh my.    my babysitter
was hungry for her itch: i wanted mom to take me
home.  No one saved me that night — so say how
beautiful was that night while i was taken away
like the currents of a mighty  River.
raped.

:: 08.10.2020 ::


TRYING TO PULL JESUS FROM HIS CROSS

i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket — makes me sad

called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled dirty stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the middle finger of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\\

:: 03.11.2020 ::


IT’S YOUR NIGHT STAR PRETENDING

Bring your face to be a friend take a stab bring again a friend
iridescent bubbles crab tastes like smiles — a stab to her heart
killed him // outside a danger \\ acting stupid //(words) a judge
smudged freedom therein my [friends
it’s so loose — overRAM overCUMed
dirty dirty words/ Inside my here
and now [hungry religion] — my
libido // a quaint gazabo \\ i
threw up purple tongueLIZZARD
it’s their lifeSTYLE
their ENTERTAINMENT –{environs]
my last FORGET oh yeah forget
makes us small //a whiri-wind
hello? a whirl win ; we danger
we more so Iris God – a dirty word
//sea and sky ; a two-b l a d e of
cloud-nynmph /love you likeHuman
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…yeah
My love, my un-natural creature
YEAH YEAH YEAH — YEAH!
let’s not forget (yeeessss) i find
it so hard so wide so large i say
neverMIND nevermIND yeah my Greek
Goddess of the Rainbow //yea, yea,
a flea bleeding feeling finding makes
smiling my tender meats; AND outside
danger: who we are now? ENTERtainers?
do youLOVe NOW ;’ excuse for a kiss
to remember? Hey hell, hey hell,
hey hello…hell, hell, hello nO!
i was can’t wait!

:: 07-04-2018


LIVING GHOST OF PAST MEMORIES

NEAR the end of everything
life became more clearer
the whisper became loudly:

i should be laughing
i should be crying
i should be hanging —
up there

so do not come to my grave
because i am still walking
{i am not there]
do not bring me flowers
because i left my heart
beneath a growing garden
(it’s all within my will)

You know that love desires
valleys so deep like an ocean
and the highest of hills
within its swollen rolls
like a mystery mixed in a potion

And   everything is made of love;
like a thousand winds that blow
like a smile it kills the heart’s pain
Unlike the day the world came apart
and    the sun burned out
and    the moon fell down
and    the fire became so cold

So i am dead but still walking;
the living ghost of past memories.

:: 05-31-2018 ::


EYELESS DOLL HEART

you’re just a thief
dressed in sexy skin
like when I find
miserable relief
you take it away
and replace it with
an eyeless doll heart!
so I write each word
like each character
stabbing you and i
can feel you hating me
and I feel just fine at
a Walmart line
with Advil in my
bruised hand after hitting
the walls

:: 07-25-2015 ::


THE LAST KISS

THE last kiss felt like eternity
i caught myself and all the dreams
i think were real
and the heart tears
a hole in my soul
and i try to kill it
all away…
i saw the gods of love and hate
and tried to kill it all away…
what is life, a familiar pain?
what is love: a poem of death
its what i know
AND i almost had it all!  Until
i let me down
__i made me hurt
and i see a river of little hearts
full of broken thoughts
and i remain eternally
loving what i broke
and i am what i know
all that i could become
just a thought thinking
i could have had it all

:: 07-21-2015 ::