my mud are my smiles
so she asked me
are you lik,e Libra
eating my Soul
from within your
magnet Heart: i
thought and then wrote
precis of illusionary
words and unforgiveable
advice that taxed me:
crystal spine; it’s every
thought of your mind:
everything eating orchids
and placenta-angel breath
i barreled down so i could
confess back! Hey!
every thought
goes through your priceless
mind.
:: 07.22.2020 ::
precis give me a life-line
and off my mind
waiting and hoping academia
will come back — waiting,
flooding tears all along
university walls:
i wait
cry
and hoping you’ll come back.
(what? a precis for every
poem? Okay)
:: 07.21.2020 ::
Despair is an anchor with thorns
it drowns the ship and sinks the soul
and the hull a skin that bleeds
A heart — the oar that paddles ashore
Best to use a blessed life vest
when with a raging storm
that despair comes and wisely glue shut
that gapping hawse of the Soul’s hull.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
rev 07192020
i was seemingly me: walking down the plank
boards of society: nothing glows brighter than
bitter symphony awakened to the
light of love ==
i can hear the most
i can change the most
So i praised the long journey
believing everything so finished
so its just the beginning
NEVER saying what i hear from the woods
/seeds of birth\
i have never died an unlived life
Cherubs eating orchid flowers
bizardley arranged : i shall never
draw aside the veil of love,
TO BE UNDERSTOOD
is greatering than understanding
:: 07.15.2020 ::
within the daisies
within such fantasy
when i feel like
feeling (like
feeling) oh feeling
where can tomorrow go
but to now oh now
and i feel ; feeling
how death begins to
smell Love.
:: 07.14.2020 ::
[based upon a few
popular mega-glyphs
in the now (modern)
world’s mask]
AS someone in love
i have fallen for you
i have fallen into
how Love is grander
than a cheap house
or a mountain upon
the highest of hills
as someone in love
i have become sillier
i have become stabler
how Love is grander!
:: 07.14.2020 ::
o f c o l o r fulSOUNDS that died when this novel began as the stars are falling i wonder why have i been waiting so long to be here — where i once said, “where i am going?” All within your sunshine i found the light shining through; the barking trees and dogs crying; this seasonal salad between your thighs /within the sunshineLOVE\ i climbed up to tie all eyes to not feel shame giving angels such surprise –> that i am with you and my editor cried:
” you have been waiting so long;to be where you have been going –within the nectar-sauce of LOVE “
so i finished beating my glyph-heartstaying within you now until the Caesarof LAW has waited this long — to belike-ever your seas could dry upwhere ALL WISH GO;/jk324323423\ within the target of PASSION.
:: 07.13.2020 ::
IF YOU HAD A WILL and testament
would it be written and read
within your perfect shapes
of curves and s-plashing reds
and of dying flesh?
AND if everything around you
is not quite as what it seems?
so if everything you ever
knew was just an elaborate
dream? As Narcissus would you
look upon your image and find
yourself afraid to see?
Hunting forever(y)
things that mean nothing at
all but the treasures all always
around you.
ALL CREATIONS OF YOUR PAIN
:: 07.12.2020 ::
humid times along the line of the ancient Mississippi a River of mystic currents
THROUGH TIME he asked me to cut a stem of sugar cane under the sun and gave me a
Trapper lock knife (1918) — and cried.
it was fine a fine day for this young boy. aLWAYS meeting dead souls.
:: 07.10.2020 ::
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