SO kill me. HATE ME.
say how much you love me
BEE cause i’m weak.
HATE me
and so you waste me
and my name // SO YOU
are the only One
are the only whore
who hates me \\
so don’t kiss me
or rave how you love
to hate me or love me
cause we’re dead.
And hell is full
and busy with lost
thoughts of the dying!
So r ape m e.
:: 01-11-2017 ::
Yeah.
I’ll never take, “No”
as an ANSWER –> no sir!
AND in the fall’s first
day of my baby’s sun going
down — when the sun
goes down! I’m like -some
thing/when that sun went down.
and everyone’s like, “oh,
like …baby when that sun
went/goes down! When it’s
oh like when it’s light-like
your baby will know in that
ever_loving lasting LOVE
then you know that SUN NEVER
GOES DOWN! yea — it never
goes down!
:: 11-18-2016 ::
i do miss
the feathered
creature
the tickle-beak
upon my hand
as i feed her
with all my
d r e a m s
flying dreams!
:: ~~ ::
so i died just today like yesterdays and
i’m a friend of my own mind so ugly
And today i sang angelic songs cause
i’m so past flesh … yeah, past
yeah, past yeah past …
And if i’m lonely i speak to myself
and once heard how
faulty my pluming is from the bottom
to the top of my sun-bleached skull
yeah yeah yeah
yeah oh yeah
yeah!
I carry your corpse within my heart
I killed you when you died ~~
and ate the funeral dirt in my holy mouth
and now so happy cause
in my head i found years
of everyday i cared 4 u
i’m so past flesh
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
and if i’m lonely
i just speak to myself!
:: 08-05-2016 ::
I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
sleep and
saw the dark claws
of rough black earth
awaken
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
toward Heaven
This I saw while
being born
This I know as
each small day
i die //
:: 08-07-2016 ::
By gracious
ancient love
and above all
things that are
gently pleasant
life paused
Just if(for you)
and like all
young new hearts
impatiently moved
by his and her
minds all mysteries
are likeMaking new
memories; by
flesh and kisses
walks and talks
hands over bridges
eyes across love
whose sharp horizons
divide the days
and nights of light
and secret missions/
away together as One
away together in Love
is where our minds
take off\I’d rather
live and sometimes
even hurt if Love
at times tenders me.
:: 03-02-2016 ::
you are indeed beautiful.
I bet your soul is even that more
(more than beautiful)
As a poet I would express the visual
delight of having watched the sun dance
from high to dusk and then watching
bright biggest lights dipping below
the horizon — to witness this within
your eyes (reflections are decisions
we made!)
and exhausted I whisper:
enough. enough! do not slay me with beauty tonight!
Allow my mind to proclaim sunrise in the morrow.
I suggest: teach lovers a new terror
whereby many good hearts flee toward
their lovers.
:: 02.23.2016 ::
I should have spoken clearly
(i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing,
‘i am the smallMouth’
and so-i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature
that moves mysteriously away
from humans whom i love
scattered by exquisite thoughts
the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just
today! The brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance
She sat upon a bench with
a single rose within her tender hand
: where i am is where she is
where love-Bursts frozenKisses
across the burning sun passion
exploding exhilarating us!
i am too –this love we share
my eternally-everywhere!
:: ~ ::
“WHEN naked,
you are so smooth,”
said the brook with many stones.
So chirped the sparrows
and roared the bears!
Then the skies spoke, “pitter-patter,”
as drops of stones upon my hands.
What I’d like to see: a trickle of
sweetness like the rain upon the
smooth curves of my lover’s heart.
If we settle down we must prepare
a feast for gargantuan fears
Lest we men and women be alone
upon the beaches, sitting
and shifting their gazes with hands
upon the sea’s clouds or the quietness!
:: 01152016 ::
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