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You in the dark
you in the pain
you in the wrong
in all your pain
Being in Hell
shedding the Ghost
Most never visit
there ~ but it’s
all right
Tears and bruised eyes
is not the way
no never dear
You want to see
watching decay
and all falling away?
Silence is not the way
how to start
we need to talk about it
If heaven’s on the way
never watch the lights
while they go down
Lipsickness
Equation of laws
that quasar in a heart
nagging my mind as
a stranger in a town
how it’s victims embellish history
while heaven’s on the way____.
:: 10.08.2024 ::
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In love, and half mad. I am stronger
holding my tongue and swear to nothing.
no one knows what it means
no one knows me
Inside i’m dead
that sound? a flute?
retribution for being
more than the life
god gave me?
Who knows?
And who is mad?
:: 09-23-2017 ::
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Sing Sister___
Still sing, even from there, dear sister.
The Spirit of our Lord takes you:
you shall always sing.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
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Don’t want to leave. I can feel you so close to the right side of my soul.
But I feel how you stole my vision, drove me from myself so you can fill
your meaningless world. our only child | i forgot how love felt when i became devoured by horror with a hand, a soul. i got you to agree.
~~ she went into the front door
~he sent me to a place i never knew
the skies were bleeding blood
~~ she left me alone to deal with our youngest child
~~ i now wander alone.
Within the darkness and my soul.
Drowning inside my strong will and I can’t break free.
The deepest river of love ~~~ is good enough for me.
:: 07.11.2022 ::
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pieces falling once into place
now scattered as flotsam
broken over rocks of shorelines
and at last, love sleeps, eddies
of swirling thoughts.
tears of storms, clouds weeping,
Earth’s wet smell as herb: the
passion of our dreams.
:: 01.18.2022 ::
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GOODNIGHT my love and dearest angel
how long since you should
have closed your eyes.
Can we save the deepest questions
for another Life?
I feel you have one upon your trembling
lips; how too I have since I knew you’d go.
And how ships have sailed.
And oceans eat the sailors of
brave hearts.
I promised I could never leave you
and so know: goodnight my love
and dearest angel and now it’s time
to sleep within the ocean’s deep.
Remember all the love we had within
emerald bay eyes — and as an ocean
i am rocking you to sleep inside this
ancient heart of mine.
Always a part of me.
:: 09.03.2021 ::
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I like hammering nails and speaking in foreign tongues
cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like holding my hammer in my hand
cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like bringing fire and singing in churches
cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like crunching bread and all hell breaking loose
cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
the things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped:
are my deepest shameful behavior
All I have to do is stay off the quiet roads
i will continue to drive slow
cause I like repeating words and knowing what I don’t know
cause I like me and I like me and I like me
sleeping inside a fitful sleep and dreaming of hammering nails
speaking in foreign tongues cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
nothing at all.
:: 10.17.2020 ::
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between thoughts
such depth
my heart sank
–today.
The widow of Souls
now am i –? or
a mirage of god’s
weaker image?
this does NEVER
matter within my
own heart; i am
any-and-everything
i wish to be.
& MORE!
:: 07.22.2020 ::
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Far from me far from self
far from help like the stars
and all the props
of living large
is the hidden face
from the cruel
but smiling mirage
of eternal dreams
So i run away from my skin
far from me far from self
like a calm nest of rattlesnakes
or drowning Jesus aside passing ships
And in all despair i raise my arms
and leap into the air toward
the house that God has built
and wish upon that falling Star
far from me
far from help
:: 04-29-2019 ::
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WE carry heavy moments;
some upon backs and
then when others choose
hearts — burstForth
song and prose!
i know the little mouth
it is my heart but
largest when i write;
and to know humans
who destroy dreams
i say even the dead
can die again
always war
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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