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“That’s alright…” he cry he cry he cries.
“we’re all alive on the inside and you’re
my friend my friend my friends
and i’m gonna kill you.”
Like we’re all holed up in a delirium
hotel and when he’s done you’ll know some
things you didn’t know before //oh let it
rain let it rain let it rain to kill the pain\\
“A crack in the window a world in a hole and
i want you to see the magician, a fire eater,
the fat lady, serpentina, sea monkey, see honey,
see my flipper feet and we’re all here just to
make a dollar and then you’ll have to go now.”
And all the time the ticking timer inside your
head tocs and knocks for a last call on the
dollar deal –> always showtime on the inside
of your heart but the soul’s dead!
And so we wait in line and do the time oh what
a pity oh what a crime!
:: 05-21-2018 ::
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Within the tapestry of life
goes the Mind:
the rest of flesh and bone
remain cat-like;
a sleeping prostitute
of time.
And within heaven all of the
interesting people are missing,
or so says Nietzsche.
But within hell most everyone
says the intersection of Canal
& Mott Streets in Manhattan are
a killer.
And a chorus of drunks fooled
by numbness and unencumbered
by care drown out the naked lunch
of fear and rejection.
That’s the mind singing, you
know.
So few sensuous souls and
so many meaty mannequins!
:: 04-07-2018 ::
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I have become the exiled
in sleep i have become
not the disappeared
but one who shrinks into
a height of awareness.
An awareness as sharp as
fractured obsidian.
And within the silky-touch
moments of suffering inner
journeys my soul rejects
all coherent reason –
leave!
Exiled consciousness slips
from subjectivity into a
gaping eternal void
of abstract form; The First
Land where numbers, thoughts,
and intangibles are born
and return to rest when over-
used.
And tonight as in all previous
nights it is sleep which has
exiled me from body.
To shrink into pure consciousness.
Freedom.
:: 04-02-2018 ::
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wishing i knew.
i know nothing
but know
that i am
wishing this
something we
all know.
it with no name
but confines us
to the four walls
of this wishing
room of madness.
i sometimes know
this something
but it’s bigness
is larger than
all life.
And at this moment
of knowing what
it is that we all
are wishing i know
its beauty is more.
so wishing is more
than what we can
ever have when
wishing is something
bigger than us.
:: 09-15-2017 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #mind, #poetry, #wishing, #words | posted in #poetry, #poets
MY mind (because it taught me) loves me
Who minds when lies are sugar coated
Within all my ruin it called me lovely
I never begged for mercy when my face
turned blue
because the most sincerest liar is the
\mind/
+
Laughing with a straight jacket on
for dinner as a bug within my ear
said it all; no one has a choice
but to accept free will so we all
sing along, “oh eh oh eh where’d
I ever go wrong?”
:: 08-20-2017 ::
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THAT I have tried and succeeded is only in great measure
That you have been there with all my fears and displeasure.
Holding my cramped heart and swollen hands is how you have
Saved both my mind and spirit – the soul; still intact down
By the emptying rivers that lead to unexpected consequences.
And to weep while watching the death of a perfect day and to
Realize that birth was only half that day ago is sobering:
We watch each other’s eyes while laying on our sides and
Breathing in cadence I tell you that I am a fortunate peasant
And you the Queen who has welcomed by Ghosts.
:: 07-12-2017 ::
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P E R C E P T I O N is …
a
M I R R O R.
:: 01-30-2017 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #brain, #denial, #mind, #perception, #poem, #poetry, #self, #words, #writing | posted in #existence, #experience, #poetry
SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.
:: ~~ ::
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THERE is only one moment
we can live within
and it is called
NOW
the empirical number
of no value!
With arms as wide
as winds and words
that whisper whens
between the spaces
one square foot mired
twisting time’s froth
and we all fall within
each footstep towards
eternity the deepest lap
of enormous mindless
distinction of no one
every knows!
:: 10262015 ::
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IT won’t be long before they cut you down
you can run on for a long time until
they cut you down . . .
with all good & gracious news
have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — it’s the saddest story
languish in a dark cell
chunks of masonry fall
stealing any sleep you have
is a long-time never been
where dreams evaporate quietly
an easy place to blow up all
your problems and so easy to break
down inside of yourself
i am the halo around an angel
called My Sweetest Death
i am the core of all i know
i am that i am more
i am so happy with the Divine Presence
the source of all my rewards
have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — the saddest story
a prison called MIND
:: 09-04-2015 ::
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