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PONTIUS PILATE
ANCIENT land
old ancient tongue
(mysteries unrevealed)
hate my longevity
hate my Heart
An old man hauling sand
asked me a for a coin
of a Roman figurehead — Pontius Pilate!
your part of the Crucifixion
was marked not only in Human history
but within the Celestial Heavens
the summer cooks grass
and life — history cooked all those
who were too blind! Mad! Mad!
Ancient Land – 2020 now —
crazy hearts crazy Souls
unhinged — too (haaaaaa!) Blind!
Mad! Mad!
:: 07.08.2020 ::
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Bam clack-sah-damn
oh Cecilia
my heart is breaking
until you
(Bam clack-sah-damn)
save me so begging you
oh-oh…
make a new type of Art
just for you if only
you come back to my head
& my heart
oh Cecilia
Bam clack-sah-damn!
:07.08.2080 ::
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Her glance glows & lingers of otherwise
beating feelings within her Breasts
Oh if and of her soft pure thighs
blind y o u within her grace,
nor,
nature or voice of human speaks
only one of this thing to unwieldy the
arch whence issues a new emotion.
Nor could a stark and stunted
root display her youthful vibrancy
beneath the shoulders of Life,
no, not speak as we within the fur
upon a beast of prey, nor speak forth from
their lines like a Soul of Life —
these memories of youth for youth
and older Souls to remember :
we live life in circles that grow wide
and endlessly unroll.
:: 07.06.2020 ::
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i had a Thought i made it a, “She”
and loved my Thought-Girl
love my Thought-Girl…
i & n o w wonder — thinking thoughts
all by myself to wonder and long
for my Thought-Girl: where can she
be /oh you..]?
i had a Thought
i made it a girl
and she left me/so now i hate thoughts\
but feelings are me.
oh feelings oh bye thoughts!
:: 07.05.2020 ::
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AND that god —
who wanderously walks;
that we find ourselves within
times of grown as lemon-tree
–your light, large breasts you
bore,
there is an answer: to be —
parted/to let it be — always
an answer
so let it all be
our Minds and Faith course like
a wild sea —
that God —
a human word in meager attempt
to describe the greatest Indescribable!
:: 07.05.2020 ::
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FORGIVE me that i know:
yes is a pleasant country —
while floating within a deep
blue sea ; who is your master?
THE voices sit me before a
grand window opened wide
to smell summer heat and
burning petals are a jumble of
flowers bathed in blue air and
fire. Every living thing is
heavy-breathing and bewitched
and terrible; the World consumes
and rebirths beauty in her blossoms
of rose-rich honey.
:: 07.05.2020 ::
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AGES of restless furnances
dancing among their own flames
eating death by untold wars
The Soul: a great warrior
and Earth the expansive battle-
ground that wring the necks of
evil ones; stamping & dancing
to kill the flames, vile hands
mottled flesh and skin.
Across the blue skies a Peace
while men scream and women cry;
babies giving up the life of youth
for the grave — turns the heads of
lambs!
while young men turn old and gnaw
their fingers; never praise madness
when it is madness of no purpose!
:: 07.05.2020 ::
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OH! it gets dark dressing yourself
within printed tights
out upon the wiley, windy moors
that our lips clash to agree —
my jealousy too hot, too greedy
how the angel of our misplaced
angles moved posession : it gets
so dark and so lonely — bad dreams
(nightmares) within the night;
telling me how i will lose this fight
i have no name today —
nothing left of me : it’s me
leaving behind my last breathing Life
the One who I love is a supreme i
mean the an
imal without a heart
SO huge this collective pesudobeast
:: 07.04.2020 ::
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small GIANT lover like me
alone ]\]
little locked cedar box
i am was like-always
trapped%caught
within your flesh
and tender h e art
oh hey oh wait…
i am smaller(wondrous-YET)
now! oh! inside a forever priceless
Soul i walk like a f i n e S t a l l i o n
inside? INVITED warmth Orchard
ANGEL’S hair & babies breath/!\
i am the bleeding broken hymen
of your precious Heart\ oh hey wait!
i have scars oh my goodness girl__
like when the evening hushes the Day’s
Light oh you’re invited so invited
unto my private mind&Heart.
never A complaint!
listening to this night
:: 07.03.20202 ::
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if the big smirk in the skull
of my mirrors kiss this dirt-death heart /whom everyone
wonders\where did he or she go? i will not have ever loved
one more than you whilst i take the red from within your body;
a hand’s impression is an empty theater without darkness and a
shard of light. i am a shape without the
once-good kissy-lip’d mouth /silver-moon’d anvil striking
spoon collecting the images of one fatal wound/;so much as the dilapidated
heart birdcaged within this ruinous estate!
:: 07.01.2020 ::
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