Tag Archives: #love

HOW GOD ABANDONED HIS PLAN

WE CAN eat hearts & spit them out
under a bridge & talk of Kafka.

WE can make cupcakes in a spotless kitchen
and weep tears to knees.

IT’S okay only because fish have
no feelings.

How God clipped these wings of Love
Only to burn the World.

With one bad word disease steals
the gift of a miracle:

“Love the planet first then find a cure.”

How God abandoned his plan & may damn us all!

Where will we bury our antibiotic suicide?

How God blessed us & poisoned us with
dogs & hatred ~ how God let Man give us birth &
made man to lose his mind & curse his Maker
& refused our protection to stop evil.

How God was deaf & deaf to Man’s cry.

And the bitches said, ‘It’s everyday.”

:: 05.10.2022 ::


ECLIPTIC NEBULAE

Ecliptic Nebulae, the stones of
My Web; O God, make I a star,
as I’m a star!

We love not Time, love not Love
We love not World, live not
but within a Golden Empire!

The Soul that by
Soul’s Influence governs
the moons, stars & mega-verse
is eternal Love the Moon
has no sun — the Heart
no chaperone eloping
became Big Bang thrills!

:: 05/04/2022 ::


EXPLAINING THE WERELINGSFirst Order of the Court (PART 02)

“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 ::


THE CATALOGUE OF HUMANITY

the KEY to understanding
as what can books-of-Souls
to-wives-and husbands dream?

Clouds and flautering about
is wisdom maturing over Time
is always Me! Me. Me. Me. Me!

Dammit! if Paintings of
blue-porcelain dolphin-dreams
eat Sea-nymphs in their
majestic pearly carriages
Do .;..me? I? Awaken a hope
to love, yes! to LIVE!
That had gone with the burning
of books?!?

Riddling paragraphs of coffee
and clubs & misanthropic souls.

So we go. Stand alone. And leave
alone. Cry and die for One.

:: 06-22-2016 ::


REVELATION

We poets do not write for recognition.

We write for revelation.

:: 04.07.2022


COCKATIEL

I had a cockatiel.

She kept flying, circling
her cage and would beat
her wings cackling as she fell;
the cage door opening ~~~~~~
I couldn’t stand watching.

I was like a terrible parent
caged in my own unhappiness.

And the love I had tore me in two,
another love had taken my soul away.

I am empty.
I am empty.

And like my cockatiel
I am hungry for love.

I sit listening to a crow
cawing, at peace with the world.

:: 04.07.2022 ::


GLISTENING NAILS

Pierced by my glistening nails.
I love your hair with the lightest of touches.

I rip your mouth with my lips.
Let me love you. *Body. It’s honey,
that’s all. * Darling, be mine!

Be my temple.
Let me be your village.
Let me be your state!
Let me be your God.
You’ll be under my domination.
All in Your Mine!!!
Come, eat from my right breast.
You’ll be my lover, I’m just dying to kiss you!

Come to my bewitching kisses, I don’t care where.
I’ll get in heaven or hell.
I’m only with you. * With his strength,
His hands.
His lips, his teeth
And even his strong tongue.
He wants to make me happy.
He will only take me to heaven.
And let me be the best in the world!
After a while, he’ll be bored.
And then I’ll be the best in the world!
To serve you, darling is my world of horror.
To serve you, sweet, and not to be fucked
for fuck’s sake.

And to be taken in my turn.
To be loved for myself.
For me alone.

Then shall I die.

:: 04.04.2022 ::


ABBY THE MOST AMOUNT OF GOOD

ABBY, the most amount of good is not enough
~ BUT ~
i am more than a mouthpiece
I am above them,
the cold fingers of a lover
embrace me as you seek to trace the marks
in my body then follow my path of ruin
until my wounds are healed
but where once i rose, i grow
but i am never whole, never the same.
i will keep the air thick with grief
as you use your fingers to touch
your nose to mine until we are dust,
i will live on in our hearts,
until we meet again,
~ BUT ~
if we meet, you shall burn.
let me show you my people
they are beyond your understanding
but then so am I
~~ MY MOMENT OF JOY ~
i do not know how i survived the
thought of you my mind gone
my body taut and still,
blood pounding through my temples,
through my eyes, but
i do not feel alone,
i hear a soft breath and see
a beautiful little girl
in the blue of the sky.
i am moving.
i move a hundred times
a second i move once
a thousand, louder than thunder
the tempest of blood that threatens to drown me,
i move once again and it is done
a tree appears and i sink into it
then i am passing through the sky
i feel wind on my face
i see her smile
i know that there is
no fate to defeat me
she will guide me
then she will love me
until her breath is my breath
and we are only we

~

~~ IMAGINATIONS OF FROZEN FEVER ~
i am dreaming
i am wishing
i am seeing things that do not exist
~ i DO NOT
EVER EXPECT YOU TO BE THE LAST ONE
who reaches out
EVER TO HIS HOSTS IN THE DARK
I DO NOT EVER EXAGGERATE
THE IMAGE EVER
TRUE
FREEDOM IS NOT FREE OF LIFE
and I WAS ALWAYS FREE.

more than you know

The creature that comes to you and binds your life to your dreams
the night-horrors that rule your beasts, or shall i cower and die?
I came to you to surrender but then you gave your heart to another
now my words are useless and i see the dead walking
and in your eyes there is only a false light
i am so confused, let me be with you i am free
your blood has become my food and so i fade away,
so that you can remain never forget to forget
never forgive those who forget you will never be forgotten

~ BUT ~

the things i tell you, my visions, my words,
your flesh they stay with you
until your eyes no longer see
when i am but a wind-mote blown off the tip of your hair
and so when you cry and your heart breaks you cannot
let me go
my bones lay on your soul for all the life that you are
i am the shadow that never leaves you

the whisper of my sigh!

:: 04.03.2022 ::


THE WERE-LINGS’ ODE

And then, this good morning, how happy and glad you will be, day by day, week by week, year by year!

Who has not seen the dawn?

Who has not held the joy of sunrise?

When it came on, what was it but as if some eternal light had given glory to the world, and as if the future was made glorious before we saw it?

The air seemed full of it, and my soul, not wholly in tune with the day, seemed a full box of sunshine.

All, just all, was so lovely that I felt that it would not have been justice to anyone to send a low, dull, oppressive day to him.

If this morning did not deserve my raptures, I wondered what could possibly deserve them.

There is nothing in the world that is so delightful.

How did it get like this?

It is in one way to have these good mornings: this morning, this morning!

And yet the world was not designed for them.

Its beauty is only of such a loveliness that we are stupid if we can look at it without seeing the future glory of it.

To have them in the wintertime, when life is just beginning to stir, is something too wonderful to be seen merely as a convenience.

In order that the golden beauty may be present, the following conditions must be in operation.

First, a bare, clear sky must be free of clouds.

The sky has no dignity for its beauty if the heavens are full of clouds.

Second, no wind.

No wind is there for the clouds to play in; the sky should be entirely calm.

Third, no fog.

A night – fog, or fog that comes up like clouds out of the low country, is ugly and unnatural.

Fourth, there must be a break between two of their souls.

To crawl upward to the thin crust of Earth.

:: 03.29.2022 ::


THE FOREVER TRIBE

THE forest is only a shade; once the shadows shed and were-beasts lost are sad; then the leaves are torn off their trees to see the true worth.

No matter where the deer may roam, she looks for a tree and i hold her so sweetly.
I am the tree she depends on. The tree in her heart. I am always there. You are my Queen, i am your river!

The pale blue chalky water stared at the bottom with her shiny black shoes the color of her cheeks. Her shiny white bag that was not much bigger than her body with all her clothes folded neatly inside. Her pretty flowing dress and sweet smile and the pink, frothy lips.

“Dalal, Dalal, do you ever run out of things to do? Like books to read or stories to read to your children?”

She looked at her friend Elie and realized that this man who has been her only friend in three years had always been a good listener. They had arrived at the secluded spot to start their day with a little chatter and conversation.

“You can tell me your stories anytime, Dalal,” Elie said, reading the expression on her face.
She thought he looked pleased, the way he grinned from one corner of his mouth. “I don’t have much to do these days.

I always wanted to learn how to write. So I’ll start today.”

He had already unfolded his long legs from under the wide tree roots, and was looking up to the brilliant blue sky.

“We just arrived in The Forever Land, and the first thing I did was look for the post office, to send my wife and children pictures of the sea. She used to spend hours studying the pictures she had gotten off the internet. And here I am without a good job or money, with no travel opportunities.”

She asked him to tell her about the culture here. “The Forever People are a very friendly and trusting people. And they have this song they sing, very sad. It means, never love anyone but your family. And you never think you’ll find the one you’re meant to love until you get so old that you forget to fall in love. And then the special day comes, and you love again and fall asleep with a smile on your face.”

:: 03.29.2022 ::