no one promised paradise
a thing ever imagined
no sentience no matter
just energy ink well
dipped words glistening
is black on white paper
became me due to you
my born imagination
fractured but never
broken | horror living
horror dying horror
if you had seen all things
i’ve seen you’d cry
is a flower dying for water
a world of never raining
societies of not forgiving
became me_______fractured
but never broken.
:: 10.27.2022 ::
BY DEATH OF FEELING
BY
death of
f e e l
-ing or
passion of tasting:
i ATE YOU devoured
all existence of doubt |
my Thoughts all Inside
the confused lovers
looking.
glass__________
ate’ing butterflies by Nature
i AM NATURE : eat me too &
sing songs without words but by
your Souls!
:: 10l23.2022 ::
this isn’t about death
LOVE or Hate getting good
feeling Down making moves
loving moments eating enemies
hugging children
this isn’t about life
DEATH i mostly love
how you care for me
do you know what i mean?
i'll come on up or down
sideways or through when
i am ready. Big mouth
of shame the more i wish
the less from here to paradise
no pain no hate
nor nightmares while awake
: should’a could’a would’a buddah
how i love you.
:: 10.18.2022 ::
IF one shall break their heart by giving Love they are the Children of my Heart
Thinking the world beautiful you may never have gone outside at night — the
evil done undercover | instead you stare up into space, having never felt the taste of fear
upon your tongue — it tastes like blood of fear uncaged prowling you now___
Have you ever been awake so early, that you watch your body before the mind
starts? The heart begins pumping clouds into the skies…And if you could have ever
glanced at your reflection could you look right through the deepest cracks /afraid
to see?\ It’s not just you but also me.
Tripping on tree roots and slipping upon words,
is anything different, that many do not notice —
like the elaborate dream of living \not without reflection/
but just a sight of cheek and breathing air
Inside my world’s throat creations of my own get caught
: living in this illusion i choose to believe
OUR EYES were looking at each other
disregarding the illusory dream upon the edges
You were looking at it,
I was looking at you.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
“There upon this most curious weirdest experience
while i napping and flapping near my bed’s
\headboard…/___i wondered as while i fought
off the horrors caused by my beating heart
:here, I open wide for all the world’s pain
and all it’s darkest peering horrors
the hidden consciousness I am and was
my heart still feels a wrapping-tapping
upon my skull :my world: upon my chamber’s
door perched. by breathing, speaking and lusting
near my chamber’s door ~~ came the twinkle-twinking
night’s sharp shore.”
:: 10.09.2022 ::
WHEN you’re done the poet heard people in the hall, and hushed music.
He was lying on his back and his lips started to taste blood and the chorus came up
and the boys started to sing and Oh oh oh You are alone in the river!
You’re all damned in hell. All the aborted babies screamed, “So lucky to meet you!”
I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment.
You’re all sinners and damned in hell. I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment!
Hush
Hush
You can take it. We’re the good guys and you’re the bad ||
Right now it doesn’t matter! That your frail screams rise to heaven
We’re the good guys and you’re the bad
Right now it doesn’t matter.
Tears up through her veins go insane
and begging God to stop the rain.
A self-appointed Judge judging and jury.
The world gives it’s life for greater end.
Her angel stood by too long and now plucks
it’s eyes out and lights another cigarette
to comprehend how dead is so dead.
So soft is skin. So scared. Addiction is flesh
and blood.
:: 06.19.2022 ::
As the wave erupts and floods you in your sleep.
Imperceptibly you slide towards the madness of dreams.
You feel the sticky dampness of a nightmare.
Your dilated eyes as magnet tar pit traps drowning in white ocean.
The wave of sleep reaches up to hug you gently,
holding your limbs. Taut, anchored to the bed.
your brain without moorings off your paralyzed tongue ~~
the waves finally drowning you in the coolness of dreams
beyond all fathoms.
:: 06.19.2022 ::
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 ::
“Approve certification for settlement purposes on consent of the Parties;
and (2) approve Notice of Certification and Settlement Approval Hearing.”
So began the vetting. A devious device to sort out your friends and foes.
Was called the First Order of the Court!
Gavel pounding. Audience quieted.
“Now, we shall hear from our eminent Scientist!
A mister drewLow from the Highlands known as “Beyond’C!”
A very decript figure rose from the lower rafters and made crippled way
to the stage. A cup of water on the filament stem but he did not partake.
“My fellow Citizens of WereLingWorld!”
THE wereling world is infinitesimally smaller than any ‘human’ eye could
ever see. No. To see this world requires government technology — thank you
so kindly for your taxes! But we will not share what we created with your money.
Shit.
“I, after 858 years comes to you with findings of upmost importance! Not just
for WereLing World but for all of sentient beings in the GreaterTHANcanSee!
aT THAT very moment a shot of unobtainaium rang out and pierced the CordMust
from Doctor drewLow’s SoulRope.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
WITHIN the halls of the Council not a sound heard.
The greatest edifice built by the Werelings is
where this transpired.
Countless generations toiled upon its structure
so this moment could be recorded.
It’s a prophecy.
The Werelings are not as you nor as i am.
One of our human breathes is measured as
ten thousand years in their lifetime.
Ergo; short lives compared to humans.
Began the Council with a gavel — yes,
even the tiniest of creatures know
how to rule a court!
Murmur in the seats. Ecto-tech in the
aisles. (much like US Congress in a place
known as D.C.)
“This session will come to order!”
Within his grey beard of light Mr. Alweez
stroked his chin.
Today marks a stupendous occasion. The
finality of a question pondered by the
Wereling history: are there others, more
giant than them who exists beyond the boundary
of vision?
MOST importantly; could we become allies with
these impossibly large creatures? There is no
precedent but historial records describe certain
knowledge hereto hidden by the average Wereling.
Some called them gods or worse — A GOD.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
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