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the Dearest oF All LoVE

my dearest of all Love the piece of me
weeping when alone silently i pray for
touching and kisses as the mockingbird
sings at the lowest point of night
it is your kindess
the cotton-filled pillow of my
dreams When i am tall and walk
the shadow has you there with me When
you are away There then is the prayer:

“To be strong and solid
to have your strength with me
while i am half of us; that we are whole
is the best of any Love.”

Soon, then maybe, we shall be back
together in our Strength. Of all we cherish
and is the sweetest of any moment ever
remembered. Is love.

:: 02-08-2019 ::


WHEN WHERE I HAVE BEEN IS LARGE

WHEN where i have been is Large
and at times i s cre am in the
smallest spots of fear

every thing seems wicked like
as though when you are
d
o
w
n
Our well beloved Master called Life
loves it strange and then there too
are the Ones who are Light -lit
creatures bewildered entities
by many names kindred intellects
evoking allegiance to ALL these
wonderouslyStrange spots of Can
We Have wine with that chocolate?
the blue jay has beautiful feathers
and Nature responds,”We love you humans
but the world is Our Own.”

i run back to the spot where i am
dreaming and pick up a glass of water
fighting the greatest warrior called
“Me.”

:: 02-08-2019 ::
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W O RD S

W O RD S

i, as me if “i” am One
as though, when child
greatest mysteries revealed
in TWILIGHT.
there as then IS one
as alone as none —– we

look

confused // the gulf of mis-
pronounced history-LOVE

Thinking: –> surpass
fleshingly aches of Life;
Kiss and knowing ALWAYS
this one of ME
out of any reach.

W O RD S

:: 01-24-2019 ::


THE SILVER LEGEND

TWO inches deep within grass
prolonged but not old
There i can find, as old as
Victorian Letters, the days
of all my dreams, a breath
away from Death but held
as the Silver Legend of Life.

Orbicular seas of blue and white
soaring bird dots and breeze
the moment takes me to another
life that’s wide and timeless.

So i am as the moment frozen
held within my heart —
passion-glow embraced of one
who lives deep within the
Spirit’s roots kissed.

no dream dreamt no song sang
no rain ranged among
The Paradise of Silver Legend.

:: 01-23-2019 ::


WE’RE MAD

Of course! It is apparently
— so, do you also know?
and how did you realize it
— too, by two’s, four’s
or even more?

We’re mad.

And now it’s written
so there it goes!

A dream, a thought
as a bird does soar
of course! And now,
–now, aren’t you glad.

We’re mad.

:: 01-06-2018 ::


DEATH’S PASSAGES

No longer a thought
within my brain,
the mortician lay me
down to sleep

a scream i refrained
surfaced as white
within my eyes
that none had bought

my vitals he checked
and thumped my nose
as a creep
then:

a bath and massage
no dance but song
two strong hands
then set my face

arterial embalming
then drain/eject
it’s all the same
the cavity —
aspirate and concentrate

The humming thrumming
burning desire
escaped as soon as with
a pop I fled my skin
and faced the choice
to do it once again.

:: 10-23-2018 ::


TODAY IS THE DAY I DIED

TODAY is the day
I died after the clouds broke
their water and still-birthed
the evening.

I am standing outside
by the edge of a mysterious
forest and the wolves are
sniffing the air but cannot
find me.

I am a ghost. And my house
is the tomb I was born within
but no longer contains me.

There is an empty space
within my heart’s shape
that no artist can draw:
all words too broken
for any poet to express
my emotions.

I was birthed on the day
the beautiful angels were
sick and have now died
as God is sick and the world
a breath away from me.

::: 10-23-2018 ::


A PLACE CALLED 30 MILLIMETER

PEOPLE call me just to say hell
people call me just to say low
and inside of my darkness
inside of this nightmare
is my prison cell
is my contusion
is my confusion
and i’m not well i’m kind of ill
just sick feeling pain
oh let it rain just let it rain
i have to disengage all this rage
and call upon a priest for blasphemy
inside of me it’s inside of me
like a cat fighting zero gravity
all alone all alone
down to the bone
so sorry now but i gotta go
let me go all alone.

:: 10-11-2018 ::


The Letter “i”

“i” is Atlas holding up the World.

A permission granted by the writer
of letters.

And ‘i’ never shrugs as it does not
have the writer’s license to do so.

For if it did the mnemonic rule of
‘i before E, except after C’ could
not exist.

Weird! <–very weird!

:: 09-26-2018 ::


HEARTBREAK CALLED RUIN

Holy is the feeling of you with me
marching through life with me
Struggling with me / some can shine
some even fly and some can slay time
but all these feelings of mine
allow me to cure pain
to endure the bite of my Mind
When you’re with me
beside me and not
against life you’re
with me /. Marching through Life
with this heartbreak called RUIN.

:: 09-25-2018 ::