i eat love and flotsam and hear
how heat burns
my love — i want you like a crab
needs sand and water
…come here ocean love me. My King
you deceive me –===
can’t you hear my love
burst || i want you like
a tree need sun’s shine///
can’t you hear my love
burst? Won’t you hear my
love won’t you hear me burst?
I want you like a heart
needs her beats –won’t you
hear my love burst?
Insect fly & dead path.
gives me a purple heart love
heart burst inside all of me.
:: 09.14.2021 ::
“S” hissed toward my heart
as from Eden’s garden!
Sibilance! As seven
suspicious snakes.
A loquacious theater upon
the lagniappe stage of life.
The word. As an ancient
bookstore i shall call,
“Vellichor!”
My Soul! As sanguinolency within
my dying heart. I watched the
group of wild mustangs rush
into the purple red desert night.
Then lost eyesight.
Forever.
:: 09132021 ::
‘buSY Bee inside my heart /// oh ate through toward my eye
buzzing and can’t you feel my heart burn? Can’t your heart
bee my love — to travel and die upon a crust of moon drift dirt.
I heart how thoughts became living beings inside my head
and march within a vast army of disillusioned minions.
Can’t you hear my love burst? Can’t you feel my love bust?
Like we as Werelings so tiny as quanta light; little creatures
who live 1,000 years but only a day in our time. And we have no
fur but like to wear dead animals upon our skin. How filthy
our skin is with microbial animals like horror stories feeding
our souls with dead mouths.
Busy believe-me King-thing: who comes
to save me while it hurts your. Will you hear my love words?
My love BUZZ? I want you like a crazy wave needs shores /// my
dead brain \\ jet sounds outside the ear canal of disaster.
Will you love the busy Bee inside my heart?
or Leave for Another Sound and string of strange words?
undulating hips and puffy lips. Watch me waddle away
into horrific oblivion love buzz.
:: 09.09.2021 ::
LIGHT police shine on me
oh karma died yesterday
and now like daisies
you know…
Oh come on arrest my head
and make me feel criminal
— is this what we get
this is what we need
what we get when we dream
all inside our lonely heads
Comma, english police yea
rest inside the casket i
placed you within:
this is what you get when
you mess with love.
i’m all by myself
all by myself with words
i love and create in prose
how i lost myself within you.
the only poetry i love is
what i write to you.
:: 09.03.2021 ::
THE BEST day is one of love
not by flesh nor kiss
but Nature
the best i’ve ever known
and not much to say
so beyond my eyes
so far many scores of years
Today is a great chasm
that anyone could slip into
and threading these skies
with angel wings — my heart
sings
today is today is today is
a greatest moment ever known.
ooh.
today is yesterday’s wishes
and more.
:: 08.31.2021 ::
But not sorrow to the bitter death of indigence, to which they are made to follow.
Without sacrifice to any deity.
But let us never underestimate that the more an occasion’s good will works, the more ruin is allayed.
Meanwhile, turn them out, then, by sea or land,–
that the servant of science might discover nothing.
What about other powerful vampire authors such as Daniel Defoe and Lord Byron, in addition to Shelley?
(At first sight, a good way to read the book of Revelation, was to think of their “visionaries” who took it to be a description of the original creation, with humans first emerging at the very beginning. It was not clear from the account of the Fall in 2 Peter, how it was even possible to have had the Fall at all.)
:: 08.31.2021 ::
three flies upon the eyes
blue electric arcs of light
how beautiful and to the point
ashame so ashamed
oh how death can be so lonely
how stupid but entertaining
how fulfilled by soul and spirit
hey! i loved the pain how it felt
so alive so hello and hell no!
Well, this lifetime sucked
and how it killed time
how meaningless unless a slug
is your King.
So i forgive and i smiled while
giving all my soul so never mind
and how fruitless it was for all
so now in meantime burn the pages
and build the words of imagination
and forget the lies of the brain
— the most sincere liar of them all!
:: 08.18.2021 ::
What have I said about our being soon together? It is to be believed–I hope?
Oh, what shall I do? What shall I say to you? . . . What a drama that was! . . . What sorrow! What a struggle! . . . Let’s not quarrel. May we not look only at each other for the next few days–rather let us drink in the smile of another face–let us speak so much that we forget ourselves and know of one another–there can be no sorrow, and no conflict, between friendship and love–Be so affectionate with one another as to command the two horses which are at our command to walk at a good rate–may we be only an ordinary pair of travelers, who will so walk, who will speak of ordinary things–may we have no crises, no pain, no affliction, no complaints–may we walk, walk and talk, walk and talk with one another–and thus never part–that is all I ask of you now–only to be with me–to love me with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your mind.
If you love me this much, this is enough, it’s enough, is it not? There is no room for anything else, if you love me.
I hope and desire that you love me as much as I do. If you cannot love me, I will never allow you to act in that way. If you have some special love for me, I shall always know it. I hope you will come as quickly as possible–that is what I desire. In return, let me tell you: it’s not that I want you to go away from me; I can always go with you–because I feel safe with you–you are the only sure security for my peace of mind. If you were no longer my confidant, my protector and my friend, I should not care a damn for myself.
Friend, you are the only great woman in my life. I have no one else. You are the mother of my dreams, the model of my life, the only model of my life–and you know it; I have only my home, a ruined country, as far as the edge of a dreaming frontier, from which to express my unhappiness. Oh, how I would be glad, if I could, to choose a woman–a wife!–just for myself–a good woman, rich in virtues and great respectability–but, alas, that is of no interest to me. I will not take advantage of your good nature to seek out other women. This is the limit of my sacrifice. I want no other joy. I don’t need them. I am not seeking something for myself, no–it’s that no one else should love me as you do, as I do you.
:: 08.07.2021 ::
LIFE: is anyone worthy? i am so flattered by your fascination with me.
i am so weak and ulgy but by water frogs like any hot blooded woman i am not too much to crave: but fascinations with me. I am simply an object to crave — but you (so kind and invited).
It must be because it is expressly existed to see the skies part and my heart bleed.
You sheppard my causes but you, you are not alone but enlighted by charity. The One I love so much.
Must be a soul with a hard shelled heart who knows desperate measures.
But you, you are not alive but enlighted. Slight. White hands moving the air and
making words and uncharted emotions grievely. YOu speak of my love for you
and have experienced death. YOU. Thus, you are not alive but invited for uncharted
words. Emily Dickinson.
:: 07.15.2021 ::
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