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BEAUTIFUL MORNING

BEAUTIFUL morning
you have broken
as here too, me —
a first bird singing
and praising from yesterday’s
world Sweet fallen pollen
of praising for this
fresh morning of a first
World.

Sweet new fawls
as from new grass
welcomed completely
in love precious
loving — mine is the
sunlight ; born of
that One from Light
praising relation
of God’s Creation of
a New Day.
As the sun has broken
new Morning.
:: 12.04.2021 ::


CLOACOL EVIDENCE

MY DREAMS are secret destroyers
while i sleep in bed and my desire
is a piece to gain (oh, yea. love)
eACH one (desire) thought alone
Sing, they are right to sing
but they sing destroying cities.

That lonely way you kill yourself.

Frayed MOIST NIGHT
(i’ve been weeping alone for one
more show) Shall we endure you a bit Longer?
(What you got?) Shall never shake.
Cloacal evidence so cold!
Spent. Within each other’s eyes.

THEIR NIGHTS OF DESIRES
EXHAUSTED only to dream
of dying and cruel words.

IN SPITE of all the rains of deranged
thoughts and words torrents of stone
labors of foam___ rancor of loose Jesus
eyes: without hope.

In spite of my anger I’m still just
a lonely soul : in spite! With a safety
pin stuck inside our side we shall shout
and take our minds where we want it to be.

:: 11.20.2021 ::


COUGHING COFFEE BEANS NEXT TO BOOKS

DID you see that girl in the corner? Next to the books and coffee beans? Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages of a book of poetry sleeping. I felt warm and could never look away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i’m sentimental___(going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter pie. Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it’s knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea. All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes washed: pets fed and plants watered.

Oh romanichel heart. For the world.

Swollen lips – un bisou! She (the one who loves me and does not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!

:: 11.11.2021 ::


THEY HATED ME FOR MY VISIONS

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.  
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::


SYNTAX FREEDOM

I DON’T follow rules. It keeps the “format police” away, mostly.
But at times, I have to kick them in academic teeth.

I rode upon the highway — heat, dry-sweat today
Glided through a red light all the way to your
empty uterus parking spot. The organ grinder and
his spotted monkey entertained me while
I sat in a cadmium-baked car = oh Majora, my minora sweets
melting in a box next to me.

My lover we shall spend nights in La Rioja
and taste the best wines and dine upon feasts
in romantic bodegas so we shall stroll
the day upon the land at Casa Rural —
I hear her vineyards
are a magic potion
for heavy hearts!

I hope we miss
the Renfe and Alsa
that we may walk
across the treasure
of Rioja’s Region
and fall in love
while stranded within
a small town as the
last bus leaves
beneath a Spaniard night

These are the memories
I wish in La Rioja

:: 08-15-2014 ::


SOMEDAY IS MOURNING

SOMEDAY is morning someday nights
someway is east someways south
found a lotus inside my mouth
broke the petal ate the sun
found myself inside my head
hey yea.
how i never hated fake smile
but the lies behind the lips
Jesus spoke people listened
then strapped him to a post
lost, disappointed, hesitant
and weak so we’re all freaks
swimming in a muddy pond,
beautiful and strong.
But so weak.

:: 10.31.2021 ::


BLACK AIR

JOY or misery …
contain the storm that sets
within your eyes
Lights at night upon bridges
or a bed of nails at night
___/feel that torn twist in
your side\ and the beat of
furious wings in black air.
AND nightingale bird sings
whilst i dream i c o uld sing
but n’ver are the joys of its
Voice.

Until once a dream came with
a song like a this bird with
a song.

under wings
beneath the skies of my eyes.

:: 10.13. 2021 ::


HOW EASY TO PLAY WHILE TIME PASSES AWAY

MEMORIES are caught upon butterflies
& how gentle she flies above the stars
how wondrous my choices
have become: some landing
while others crashing
and how she goes away up into the skies
of all my yesterdays
how she came then went
i said inside my heart:

‘how easy it was to play
while time passes away’

(hmm)

:: 09.13.2021 ::


AFRICAN LOVE

i see the night star shinning so brightly
i feel the pain within my soul …
how the air is my last Testament of dreams
i am a traveling soul without boundaries
and my elders lost their grip upon me
oh how much shall be revealed
when at last the sun beats down upon
my face oh oh …gentlemen kneel
as the clear skies rain
I am a chord of grace & not a word
heard i relate — oh, oh, yeah
oh, oh, how flesh eats my soul
How forefathers gave and their
women wept for their pain and love
ooooooh!
rambling wondering and writing words
crying silently and never lord oh never
weeping the pain of my skin and soul
(wait for me) i cry oh how i know
| all i see turns to dirt |
and if a sound burns to ground
i sing with eyes /if i lose my mind
\ then with my mouth!/
Ooh some such angel oooooooooh
touch my Spirit.

:: 06.28.2021 ::


FOREWARD:  THE WERELINGS

WHEN sun opens the skies above so opens my dreams –>  open greens
like children’s eyes :  all to be revealed.  

As where summer’s beside their secret glories sleep
oh flowing downward if they’ll or righteously flow
so(armies of enemies fighting like adults reveals)  will fall

this. that.  a(t) least dare and not a word to relate
of seasons is nothing but herself flustered in pain.
oooooh.

An open closet within the child’s room:  bombed by society’s war;
‘s gulped by fear –> and never knew ghosts who hold
the hands of the living________ whom cannot kill but give life.
As each, c umbs of our Now) oooooooh      yeeeeeeah
twiceauponatime we met the willbeus and the desert streams
of desert sands | kissing the angel of Imagination.

Werelings.  

:: 06.28.2021 ::