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BEING born human is confusing enough
but the English language is more-so
i could beat around the bush
but would not directly make my point
if i had the best of both worlds
how the hell could you know
where i stood on a point of matter?
if something is a blessing in disguise
how could i trust it since it hides?
and if something costs an arm and a leg
i would have to refrain because, well…
i like both my arms and legs and
would never relinquish them for anything
and if you ever asked me for a penny
for your thoughts — I would have to say
that’s a pretty cheap price and you
can keep your damn thoughts to yourself
But if you bit off more than you can chew
i would tell you gluttony is your punishment
90% of the world is starving and you
have no control over how much food
you want to eat within each bite?
shame on you!
And if you said you did something terrible
in the heat of the moment I would say
you should have waited for a cooler time
so you wouldn’t have regretted your actions
:: 05-03-2014 ::
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THE hollowed word was >>echoed<<
at the dawn of Creation
Blisteringly fast expansion confabulates
bodiless quanta ~ The Light IS
F I R E REBORN! i met a flower within burning yellow
fields; and now i have a reason
(all around me trying to get the feeling
that always makes me quiver when
I am so high or low and my Tears drench
My own flower burning now. A
N
D you are all I need & I’m within
The middle of a thread moving inside
The eye of my OWN NEEDLE
all red tears of my own heart’s blood
And the Answer to All Answers
is when I met the One of all;
Wonder! Nothing more
Oh, and nothing less begs the One
Come into my Life ~ at last! WHISPERS |
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_
SO
FAR
DOWN
INSIDE
OF
And I asked a friend, “Can you help?
She’s coming and I’ve been up
and down but Sir, I’m high – low
leaving tears all within me Must be the cortical stack within the bottom
Of my Own BRAIN STEM.
Sometimes carbon dictates
Action ~ otherwise I’m a spiritual
Being inside a soul cage ME.!
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:: 01-13-2017 ::
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i wrote the word, “ax” and felt the deep cut (my
pain is nonexistent except for my tender heart \
\
and so i wept purple tears across a tender
pomade
full of black bruises
So i walk the sweating
cobble stones toward
oblivion knowing the next
word, “grief” will do
me in __!
My left foot became limp and as my eyes juggled
perception while the air opened a door to which
i flew within –i did!
who is right
who is wrong
who is strong
who is weak
And, importantly ask i:
WHO ARE YOU? I AM ME!
who are you?
Bruises are valiant awards
across the heart hatred something
else all together!
:: 01-11-2017 :
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broken footed children
lose teeth oh! yellow
liver and dying slowly
(the priest pissed upon you)
oh, even though now
i know how much life
sucks for the many
(broken/homeless lives/)
i still pray to the
god of pain!
still i scream:
“Hold me up until i’m
ash against the flames.”
Jehovah died as Adam ~
planet X every 3000
years wrecks the best
of plans and i kissed
my heart and now wait
for the funnel of light
so i know how much life
sucks for the many
and i still pray to
the god of pain!
The God of Pain!
:: 01-11-2017 ::
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SO kill me. HATE ME.
say how much you love me
BEE cause i’m weak.
HATE me
and so you waste me
and my name // SO YOU
are the only One
are the only whore
who hates me \\
so don’t kiss me
or rave how you love
to hate me or love me
cause we’re dead.
And hell is full
and busy with lost
thoughts of the dying!
So r ape m e.
:: 01-11-2017 ::
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i do miss
the feathered
creature
the tickle-beak
upon my hand
as i feed her
with all my
d r e a m s
flying dreams!
:: ~~ ::
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je suis déchiré entre
mots
je suis déchiré entre
pensées
je suis déchiré entre
la peur et la vie !
:: 01/08/2016 ::
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MY feet are wasted
i have relieved myself
upon them.
In powder-blue
all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams
of my youthful days
My youthful dreams
that i knew close the crypt
upon the somber skies
And the Book of My Life
have many torn pages
just pulp scars of living
actually all by the power
of love fallen so it’s
me i’m writing of
you can take me to a place
called hell i have a hat
hanging on it’s wall
So then, my expansive unknown
always be! That we all
can dream a dream
and eventually meet the day
we try to excuse all our
regrets while love ones
lament on such a beautiful day
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rev: 03.03.2016
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By gracious
ancient love
and above all
things that are
gently pleasant
life paused
Just if(for you)
and like all
young new hearts
impatiently moved
by his and her
minds all mysteries
are likeMaking new
memories; by
flesh and kisses
walks and talks
hands over bridges
eyes across love
whose sharp horizons
divide the days
and nights of light
and secret missions/
away together as One
away together in Love
is where our minds
take off\I’d rather
live and sometimes
even hurt if Love
at times tenders me.
:: 03-02-2016 ::
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AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within
your life
would you — could you — accept
them back
From death to dust and an urn?
Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared — could you?
And all the adjustments you made —
evaporate!
The new lover, what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole
within your heart?
A new baby but not from him —
what then?
the possibilities of a Return, some sweet
but mostly a hidden poison — you think
secretly.
But in the end (their end) sprang
a new possibility!
You live your life as best you can.
Especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost
within the ground
…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the Light!
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