Tag Archives: #love

My Words are Gold My Intentions Whacked

AND everyday i’m cool — if i can have your attention
please: if i rest a moment near the well of despair  
wishing young heart’s clean skin like jesus postal fire
my needle: LIKE FATHER’s STEP-FATHER SUN BLOWS!  Such fear!
Yeah yeah oh fuck yeah so stuck in dark heart-break love
wail upon the heart and guitar strings : walking around
so cute grabbing screws and how i hate how Jerry Lewis laughs
when soviet union wants to destroy us (Beaver’s mom sucked
the reason I cannot walk right for a few days)
   Oh! Goldie Hawn on Laugh-In has
perky tits and Mary Tyler Moore
   abandoned her kids:  kill the
messenger carrying kool-aid to Uganda
for that sick reverend:  i love U S of A
and even the world — don’t care about that
i’m a poet who describes the world with words
     —  sure, that’s it.
sure, now in 2020’s we’re animals antelope
without stomachs but butterflies of lies
and France we saved oh wait — the whole fucking world
but your teachers are showing titties instead of teaching
how many of us lost lives so we can dip and rip and trip
and get on a mic and spit ~ so funny, when you’re forty
you’ll see how every single person is a ghost that stands up
saying:

  We’re all the real ones
     fathers and mothers
  children and creatures
 who fought to speak shady.

Come on.

:: 09-02-2015 ::


My Cat Ate Your Dog’s Bone

My cat ate your dog’s bone and i hate how you do that
with your hair _

  Today i found an angel inside my Sunday morning
bagel and my dog found god
   i like puzzles
  like my insides
 i adore me but hate it  and eat acrylic chocolate
and smear it in my hair
  So, worry?  No worries.
If tomorrow is today then yesterday is now
  i am excited because my life’s contusion
is my brain / unscathed is my heart \ so happy
because today my cat ate your dog’s bone and how
every morning you do that : every candle tip o’flame
is a universe of perversion__
yea.

:: 11.20.2022 ::


Return to Shangri-La

Oh let the tears fall
down my face and
hearts fill my dreams

i am a soul strong
from a gentle race
seldom heard and never
seen

a gift given me is to see
eternity and understand
eternally

is by no choice
but fate

Words spoken by angels
i cannot translate
but feel the burning grace
so i bid thee farewell
i now return to Shangri-La.

:: 11.15.2022 ::


Summer Smells of Death and Rebirth

AND ponder the dried once-tender
stems of bountiful beauty
of spreading once-color by
nature’s own heart
clinging to a dream
now faded into the soil
Breasts heave and
men shudder by utter
extant fear//life
with the margin of
once-unstained white
A few deleted unspoken
thoughts;dripping
parts of broken dolls
sadly laying to sleep
Spanked and put to keep
by shelves of dust
scolded hearts interrupt
: punished prisoners.

:: 06-13-2015 ::


Between Language & Thought

Why do we struggle for words
when feelings are clearly present
An incongruity between language
and thought. To recover I say
allow the moment to express itself
in manifested emotion;

A laugh, tears, smile or kiss.

Some things are best left simple.

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PROPORTION OF BEAUTY

     w I T H  one  eye closed

you sleep and your brain does
nothing at all ~

     While tok'in on hookah

kissing beautiful thoughts
love never falls ~

But forgetting one’s position
in Life /can cause\ pain

ask the Men who walked the Moon
but never forget logic
and the proportion of beauty

Is stellar cosmic explosions
never seen
or heard

but always Loved.

:: 11.14.2022 ::


9’O Clock Desert

Down went the bare-assed Sun.

UP came the silver cock Moon

devouring light and eating

the twilight desert of that

insatiable monster that is

between her thighs.

:: 10.13.2021 ::


Observations of Life

Blood has a thirst by life;

the heart by love’s promise;
time by burning dreams;
World by passing fashions;
Souls by the lessons learned
and nature no human morals.

:: 11-20-2014 ::


Purple Youth

LIFE trips knees bruise hearts break
like Love and gentle flowers
what is enough?

to take pain?

But even so i think
like you we learn
and we really learned
a lot how life loves
to burn a lot.

Oh how life isn’t true
and love alive is ~~ so strong,
enough to take all that time___.
away back again right now.

won’t complain.


:: 11.12.2022 ::


Ode of Freedom

my hands smell like heat burning inside
my mind & i possess something that’ll set
a’fire a shadow of Life
but first allow me to say how i feel inside.

Now, that this one:
for Lies is buried;
this one for Pain
and now this one for Pride.

before sunset i buried them all
deep within the soil where i wept
this ode of freedom.

How this ancient dust falls to ground
and the hairs upon our arms stand up
all while i crumble inward
deep inside__of__me. My redemption song
, the cost of all happiness.

While the little virgins
are giggling amongst themselves
a waterfall drowns their glee
and within a whirlwind His Presence
came around \well, if this is Death
then life was Hell for me. To start again
a trillion light years away i would just
hug myself. And this ode of freedom is
all i ever hand.

:: 11.10.2022 ::