the World has eaten me
within small bites
although no one knows
the pain began as the moon
at night ; by day a raging
sun is how pain spoke itself
| the love of death
raging mad | but I wish to live
but my brain refuses to believe
it receives my own thoughts.
:: 02.16.2023 ::
MY Love. Whom I Love.
Do you hear me?
My love?
My dear? The One who knows
me as no other one?
Are you here or dead?
My Dear One. I am here.
But not there in a sane manner.
As you are physical i am not
My love for you never chances
your tears are of mine: joy
for your comfort and belief
eternally.
:: 02.14.2023 ::
Upon the eternal souls of fallen ones
here at this vast Ocean and in delirium
so stronger than alcohol i remember this
green night of a dozen snows: within
mineral pools talking of history the
rainbows stretched the world around
and around reborn each time by touch
of glass with numbers
I would have loved to show the small
animals of that other place but Life
was open to doors of a hundred closed
nights of a bird less air ~~ free,
pierced as no one so lucky to live
on this planet called Earth.
My happy tears sleep with a million
birds of golden victor. As my own heart
she made me catch upon fire as the sun
catches fire in lonely Heavens.
:: 02.14.2023 ::
i might Save you if you allow
as i am the Poet and shall not leave
but will write____in all intensity
i may sprout wings to swoop your Soul
but forget the body | why in these wild nights
do i love you?
In Eden and Atlantis
the Wind does not require
air ~ but she weeps still stolen gardens with bright
bee hums ~~ wherefore i shut the sound while
it dragged like a drunk drum and my reasons
never contained –but of Talk–
myself of some strange race
or being i dropped down and down
then as a King witnessed, upon your lips
, quivering as a living thing our lips
met.
The world turned upon a time
her eyes fluttering as butterflies
to entertain champagne.
:: 02.14.2023 ::
While i ran i thought of it all
what we are and how we do
then my feelings sprang forth
as seeds in seasons
My nature fertilized the
Air and my tender love/my
heart beat\ is my heartbeat
many centuries ago ~~do stop
, please. Listen, love is
beautiful but dangerous.
Is where
Poetry
and Music
are birth from!
Move your womb!
away.
come to me pure Soul.
the lover of ALL
:: 02.13.2023 ::
my Skin BeGAN trembling
hearing bifurcated songs
from angels ~~ my skin
makes me cry Within a
beautiful world but here
i am (not a winner)
i ask: do i belong here?
I love control.
with a perfect laugh.
To notice that I am not
around just so special
you cannot see me?
Notice. I am not around
but everywhere special.
:: 02.12.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
MADE TO BE BROKEN
Tonight I’d give up my dreams
for tomorrow’s Love of You
because i know you feel me
somehow and it’s all i taste
right now : the angel’s say
it’s never or now to speak
And i live in a world which seems
to throw for broken tears
: the truth of moments within your
Life and i don’t wish for the world
to ever see me because I was made
to be Broken.
As i am.
:: 02.10.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
IT’s easy for ME
if easy for YOU
feeling dizzy
tasting the frozen
skies loaded wrong
my Spirit speeding round
chasing the moon
I bleached my Soul
i swallowed Angel spit and tonight
i howl at the moon (no matter
what i do) the river is loaded
for the people who are my Light
:they will always b e t r ue
and my Soul comes up and goes
down tearing at my brain , the
little things that kill ._
the smallest given becomes
the biggest gift and we’re going up
and coming down scratching away
the little things that kill us ..a little
THING that tears at our brains by little
oh little little destroying us\
|
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the physics of my addiction
had no numbers to measure reality
so its my heart
feeling you.
|||
:: 02.10.2023 ::
LIFE and only life
can make this all real
Real is not what you love
not what you touch
it’s feelings.
Oh love only love can bring
back your love some day
, and i will be there
My tender love i will always
be there with you ~~
If you really don’t care
I’ll start once again.
Like Brothers and Sisters
But trust | I will be there.
Oh! Love! How my Heart Bleeds
honoring your feelings and i’ve
been remiss /if we go again
forgetting all the things we
changed \ it’s the perfect
price for giving me a chance
to love you.
:: 02.09.2023 ::
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