FOLDED are the burnt angelic wings, my last heavenly fight where all celestial beings bled
golden blood, and afterward all wines flowed.
Today i pour thankfulness and tears into a chalice older than the rocks i sit upon.
How temporal beings unknowingly acting out the last drama above their heads.
Entrusted sacred Heart i have armed against injustice.
The stage hand chooses the curtain’s openings and closings.
Watching as i remove cosmic dust from my brow many living and nonliving things around
me perish. Enough! To manage erasure of hope I nakedly rode the wild beast’s silent
leap to perish all joy.
Hiding behind human skin, how admired and hated. One of love one of scorn. Alone, broken,
poor, destituded within a face not living but dead they do not ever see. A poet once said,
“they won’t kill you any more than if you were a corpse.’
History of incredible folly. A mind uniquely landscaped by the cosmic bang i destroy all
understanding of word and stanza, painted the color of vowels! A beauty, E quisite, I loved, O you, U nless i am a dreamer dreaming me.
:: 01.01.2022 ::
INSPIRED BY ANDRE BRETON
(1896 – 1966: Freedom Of Love)
My wife with the eyes of an archangel of the nude
asking me to come to bed.
with the eyes of a unicorn riding on the back of a dragon
whilst i am the beggar upon a donkey
with the eyes of a column without mortar and of hands
My wife with the eyes of a lake the ocean flowed into
With the eyes of a pen and with the eye of a child
telling me wonderful bedtime stories of Life.
My wife with the eyes of a butterfly
of a woman who is just stepping off her horse
My wife with the eyes of a fox of the panther’s head
with the eyes of a snake
hissing at the inequalities of life.
My wife with the eyes of a cold drink of water
quenching my thrist for love and life.
with the eyes of the beak of a dove
with the mind of a bastard twin
with the skin of a smooth-jacket’s boot
with the brilliant smell of a green ear of corn
speaking through Nature with her heart.
My wife with the mind of a simile
with the body of a handful of sea-pearls
and with the Soul of a sun with a tail of serpents
My wife with the eyes of a broken dagger
and with the feelings of a smouldering petrol-bomb
My wife with the eyes of a pain in her thumb
like the swollen member between my legs.
My wife with the eyes of an exclamation point
My Love with the eyes of a box of bottled messages
as the curves of a wheel of apples
My wife with the eyes of a ring-gargoyle
My wife with the eyes of the German eagle
My wife with the eyes of a cannonball dropped into the rocks
carving love into the mountain of my personal Life.
My wife with the eyes of a crane weeping
My wife with the eyes of a nightjar’s feather
My wife with the eyes of a sceptre
My wife with the eyes of an ice-bucket containing a koi
My wife with the eyes of a house-smoker’s chimney
feeding all who come to know her kindness.
My wife with the eyes of the olive and of the lotus
My wife with the eyes of an eel and of the slipper of a cow
My wife with the eyes of an abacus containing a scarab
My wife with the eyes of a seagull
is my wife is my love is my own inspiration in this Life.
:: 02.07.2021 ::
///////////////////////////Seditious countries and each life; closes minds
since mortal hearts within jars and intestines have no mark upon solemn synod – forgiven decrees;
all humans scream for release from the arms of colossal piteous complaints…
do not tear away yourself dear to whisper a break withIN a deep-divorcing vow? i gave you everything;
everything i own;i have given you everything and you blew it to hell and with blood mingled inside the
crime of lust: for if we were one, and you played false, i ate the poison of your flesh, being infected
by your contagion. And hell, shit, keep fair league and truce inside my soul and mind and spirit —
you blew it all and split the world of my heart apart.
:: 08.12.2020 ::
i found a shard of bleeding
so this Sunday Morning
i shouted, ‘so happy i found out
how i worried for no thing’ so
sorry so are you –> several days
before i found God. i felt okay
it’s so okay on this sunny morning;
we light our candles and find God.
:: 07.26.2020 ::
LIGHT (frightening) fog upon the hood
and woods so many stars shining
so brightly above and fluttering heart
of mine (this weather shall keep us together)
oh, say all every night
& kiss me
& if you miss
me hold just tight
i am almost blue
STAR fading but i linger on Dear
and shall linger unto dawn dear
(dreams till sweet rose petals
grow all within your footprints
to ward (oh ba bah bud)
me___ so now still craving your
kiss my Sweet Dreams Dreaming
— behind you.
:: 07.10.2020 ::
I am not the i of the world.
The days of life did some thing
that my self does not approve.
Their veiled eyes lie —
of no light that i (me of me)
hide my face within the dream;
Now the world is alone.
Does it still exist?
For no other reason than
pain it may but then not me.
Most have gone this way;
all met with rage, with
caged souls, beside humanity
isn’t that their most?
A dirty word: hello.
A nerdy bird: i feel stupid.
as if accused.
Life offers gifts
blessed are the meek.
but not for you.
Not for me.
i am not the i of the world.
:: 01-23-2019 ::
THEN there are those whose
(i am uninvited) fields glow
wishes as those thickest
which piercing flesh say,
“you are not our own”
the orchids have teeth
speaking clearly to those
preventing me to ENTER
unharmed/ on a thought of
boosted summerHeat roaming
splinters the elitist say
“the words say you are not
of these called life”
glancing my eyes toward
the evolutionary shores
of humanity i can see
the fish hurling themselves
onto the shore speaking
i am regarded by no one
:: 09-10 2015 ::
come on-board and bring
all aboard dear weeping
hearts and what friends
say goodbyes so short
a list i know i know
i feel the burn
i feel the turn
i feel your pain
and today is so blue
i allowed the skies
to touch my heart
a loud pain
and so away i go
until the end
i know hello
i know hello
i know hell no
when the lights
turn off i dream
where i am now
like a bug upon
a screen and temptation
entertains the soul
until the end
until the monkey screams
in a laboratory of science
i’m still human i think
until the prick of the
needle inside my heart
infuses a lifetime of
sensation so here we are
i feel so stupid i’m
i say goodbye so list
me on your shortlist
of burning turning pain
:: 08-01-2015 ::
[come on people let’s smile and say there’s no pain, try and get together and hug death and pain]
i speak with turtle-flipper lip say purple
it tastes like death and when i was a navy
wave of blue crimson way i could ride a crest
of love — sharks like people bite life just to live
got to find a way a better way to say just to say
um, did you see suzy in her yellow dress? she had
an ice cream tongue licking puberty too || bouncing
and feeling gravity upon her chest and the boys
lost their eyes as marbles at a school yard
i got to find
gotta find me
inside leviathan dreams
a lion’s den where some crown-less king
rules over a depleted dream
:: 08-01-2015 ::
AND when I walked
the path toward the light
and you said that I could not see
what you meant was nothing darkness
and in the light I knew your heart
it was made of clay and dirt
and in this dirt you woke me up
and I saw the light within you
and we made the world into this rock
and so we reap now what we sow
Who will see the light within this darkness
who will make some sense of this?
I can only hope for light and love
and love is what we need this day
You will see light in the darkness
you will make some sense of this
and in the morning when you awaken
there will be a butterfly for you
Who will see the light within the dark
can you take this staff of light
and make it yours to remake this world?
I give you the dream of living life