destroy
EAT
devour
is what it
commanded
the Evil
is at times
a Friend &
friend @ times
Evil devouring
Love : is Judas
–the original
Liar.
:: 01.02.2023 ::
Tag Archives: #love
The Liar
Spiritual Prescription
It was mid-summer 1880 and a gust
caught my tan boater then flew
seeking refuge where lost hats go
i startled too much and blushed
then common sense became rage
i cannot ever be your goliath
for such a weak Soul.
:: 12.30.2022 ::
Eating Lust
INKY was a word i swore i never would never
compromise i cleaned my eyes
and watched how inky threw her clothes off
Twin towers oh no mercy twirling
them ~ ah ooh /we had a fun time \
And tomorrow was fine
picking up her bra
and panties we went
into the forest and ate nature into the ground.
Thunder. Thunder. There was gold. In the dirt where
we held our knees in the ground.
And we knew there was no going
back — throw me a pass: we
were fucking in the green.
Yeah, in nature.
Eating dirt ~~ shaking at knees
God made us what we are —
thunder struck — holding flesh
and spit and screams.
Watching flesh swing
watching it at my knees.
Eating lust.
THUNDER!
:: 12.28.2022 ::
An Angry Common Thing
IS beauty by my needing heart?
when my soul sang, ‘the universe
gave me the love i should adore’
Silently by my yearling love
i saw you and by unslow
more who and here
unto their unknown
leaving perfectly undo
leaving no thing perfectly
dressed i might adore
but her voice sings to me
and i am the angry common
thing of love.
:: 11222015 ::
Pieces
Whose pieces are these
that twinkle in dead?
whose heart can beat
without love or blood?
i am the pieces here
that twinkle in truth!
whose heart still lives
without love or blood!
Where darkness comforts
the broken moments of
golden wishes that flew
and crashed into ground
the saddest stories
are always and forever
of lost and love.
:: 12.18.2022 ::
The Family Cherry Stoner
THE FAMILY CHERRY STONER
i have allowed the world
to rape me with its eyes
and with thoughts they have
stabbed me through.
be kind be grateful
i have heard these voices pray
a shattered-like brown preserving
jar broken too;
a squashing pressure perturbing
my heart ~ a *Family Cherry Stoner
making six goblets redder than life
a condiment bottle for my tears
a broken doll upon crutches
fixing it’s wooden puzzles
And my bed, the gathering basket
upon the bread which lay my Soul;
and there i go! Falling upward
and begging so!
a family cherry stoner.
:: 05-29-2017 ::
*(Circa 1880-1900: advertised as “The Family Cherry Stoner,” the cherry pitter–intended to remove the stone without squashing the fruit was a popular kitchen item).
Loving You is Easy
LOVIN you is easy
it becomes beautiful
Making love with you
is all I do ~~
\ Loving you
is more than loving
myself dear /
oh how true ~~
the world cannot ever
springtime like you
like loving you is
a squeeze of truth
and do-do-it-do ah!
And everything i do
is out of love for you
i do-do-do-ah love
Loving you is more than
just dreams coming true
oh la la la do -do ah!
We live each day within
love and Springtime!
:: 12.12.2022 ::
Cold Wet Feet
My delightful fair strobing lights
good cloak and your mind is
fancy this night.
“Is she fair? Is she promised to
the night?”
Oh, your heart is a Mouth biting reflection
of fear ~ yes, she is weird.
Like the sun
Like the stars
Like the shadows
promised to the night.
And where have you been couple and hey, hey.
Within cubicles of pain and worshiping
our previous Lives.
LL 12,12,2922 LL
Digest Right
\DIGEST right
to remember
die just right
to surrender
all emotions
burning time.
/
:: 12.10.2022 ::
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