Your femur tickles me
in your grave |
my tongue trips me
the Moon ate a piece
of your future generation |
and at times in the future
it Ate ME.
~~~electricity never dies
(my BEautiful shiny Mind /
she haunts me in the coral reefs
of forgotten loves from the past
: just stand up and live your life.
:: 01.27.2023 :
walk … pretend upon egg shells
life
and all the pain
lives within
a celluloid strip of moving pictures
across the space of a point in time
it’s the tremolo
score of life
like shoes that fit within your soul
it’s all of you
so you ride the back Of a bumble bee
it tickles your thighs but the buzzing soothes
the soul within you and painted lips
collect gossamer threads you hold your breath
dreaming of a love that died within you
it’s all the same life-life, merry-go-round
:: 02-15-2015 ::
spit-kiss, my cheek rose
wish-miss my forever
my dying-sleep saliva
loving chloroform mask
rolling longingly hugging
the dead husk of what-was
my skin more wrinkles
than the sheets of white
the waves are calling
Neptune for my safety
the alien at the sea
adrift in humanity!
:: 10-04-2014 ::
The solution:
create a manufacturing robot.
Have that one robot create
25 generations of robots.
The 26th will be free of all
touches of humanity then magic
happens.
:: 01.22.2023 ::
DO NOT VACCINATED AGAINST THE EARTH
it is the brightest of nights; the exceptional expectation
which fate has granted the every-NOTHING. paradoxically enough
if one believes in Life; kissing phenomena believing
science when flasks and atom smashers dance together
and flesh/blood kill each other
the more paradoxical enough today my lips bled when
i spoke just a word,
“oh!”
and a new element born!
Do not vaccinate against the Earth.
:: 07-08-2015 ::
::
t
w
i
s t
i
n g
i n
v a d i n g
hearts and
M i n d s
f o r taking
and what spirit
says about society?
the world is a word
called: MANKIND.
is love and everything.
:: 0.17.2023 ::
Your brilliance made me puke
but you’re a pretty girl
the nerdy type with glasses
Jets of sputsum! You hopped on
my lap making the wall’s raincoats
rise revealing strange stars, moons,
and planets _ i put on my glasses
(your knees knocking together my ugly
little cute girl) /One day you
opted me The Poet and hopped upon my
lap and forgetting | in the moment i
wrote a poem and did a painting ~~
of stolen hearts, money, planes,
and rusty moments within thorns and
clover and forever memories when the
heart is stone in love.
:: 01.14.2023 ::
Bengal Tiger why try 2 Eat me?
i loved your kind unselfishly
Animal mind watched me and rape
was too kind ~~ you are like people
who just want to eat me! You don’t
know what it means to eat a human!
Tiger Mother stopped. Her cubs moaned
for food. Nature so beautiful. Colors
like Whores draw in the late bloomed hearts
and now there’s a hole. Symbolism is an
embolism deep within the Mind. How can
i remove all the false Love \ in candles.
I fisted the female tiger ; she felt good
and didn’t eat me but nipped hard! So now,
i am to blame for all i dream but i don’t
care cause i’m so funny i love it all |||
today i saw i was a mental storm ~ and dropped
all the mysteriously glowing sheets of Life…
all Inside my Head is a Heavy Pain of Everyday
that I care so i burn candles and God is a
beautiful bright Veil through which her
love Shines.
:: 01.13.2022 ::
watching above eyes can see
what is not a pretend
out of the light cone
we see history and now here
we are now | lottery to win
Life | today i crossed my legs
upon ancient rocks and saw a group
down the way ~~ hey, oh! the black-
eyes and bulbous heads! I’m here.
Walking stupid to entertain the timeline
of poisoned Rivers
(take a piss or take a kiss)
while figuring it all out i found it
so hard to leave my Mind (oh yeah, oh well,
hello, well, oh i love you!) in hard times
strangers smile when you’re stupid dresses
catch the abido in lies and cover.
:: 01/13/2023 ::
I was at the Circle (K) down the road (1.8 m).
And talked to an employee on the floor.
<banter, banter>. She said a young kid
had come into the store the other day and
said to her,
“I have a 5 year high school reunion.
I’m wondering how many are still alive.”
:: 01.13.2023 ::
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