Tag Archives: #mind

WHEN WISHING WINDS WIN

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 ::


THE SINCEREST LIAR

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 ::


WELCOME MY GHOSTS

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 ::


PERCEPTION

P E R C E P T I O N is …

a

M I R R O R.

:: 01-30-2017 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XC THE ART W(h)OR(e)LD

SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.

:: ~~ ::


HUMAN TIME IS BRIEF

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 ::


A PRISON CALLED MIND

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 ::


THE HEIGHT IS LOWER THAN ANTS

i stood so high upon a ledge of life saw ants so below
i said i’m so taller than you dove dive! dove dive!
i’m so literally night and day in between i love
me and say what should i do
i caught my cat before he dove across the fence
i’m a dove dive i’m a love hive and my cat loves
me too – hate myself i’m so wrong that i’m
so strong i’m well my brother died every
night called me on spectral phone i cried
said i caught you too i love yourself better
than me — what should i do? i’m so high
upon a ledge of life and somewhere i have
heard this before; just a dream of deceased
visitors loving me –leave time like weather
changes like God who fed
all our souls mutton and i know it’s wrong
what should i do?
i won’t complain
i’m just a visitor
feeling pain/

:: 09-02-2015 ::


THE SMELL OF CHILDREN

[THE magic smell of children
sweating to learn life — oh]

Keep your fingers inside sickness
is disease of many minds
so sure it knows the magic
number unlocked libido mysteries
and empty lives
yeah yeah yeah
so fabulous against a, fathoming jelly

protuberant mass of warmth and love
a one-eyed dirty word hello hello
so silent spits discreet kisses
of noise . . .
yea yeah yeah
glass and plastic
love inside of me unsuddenly pandora
: but sting skillful of lustful eye
,kissed unsmoothed OpenEyed being
Stupid, contagious, Peers:BODY OF
aching toys –oh yea yeah yeah
yeah –my dear)i felt less
as always i do and always will i will
hello will oh no when,:your soft glands
say hello . . . . is swig
it touches so Big sO neatly large
makes me smile i sound a sigh so high
i merry go round go round hello
go round hello go round hello
keep your fingers inside sickness
is disease of m,any minds and here
we are now unlocking libido mysteries
and empty lives oh yeah oh yea
oh yeah oh yea so fabulous against a,
fathoming jelly mass

:: 08-10-2015 ::


IF IS BIG BUT LOVE BIGGER

THERE, the hunger! When (sometimes i
never wish them) TH0UGHTS are born
i open my mouth to DEVOUR THE WORLD
in all it’s strange tastes || the how
is less strange as why –> ghosts like
me!  I am the rare paranormal flesh
that sees and feels since I once read
the Book of Knowledge (elseWhere) and it
burned my brain and soul in the Akashic
Library — the garden is beautiful and the air
has music within it’s space and light is living
and souls sprout up from the ground like children
grinning for a kiss!

:: 07-18-2015 ::