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 ::
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 ::
SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.
:: ~~ ::
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 ::
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 ::
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 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 ::
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 ::
stop this sound stop these words
i hate myself wish i loved life
a worst day i ever had
and inside my mind i know i’m strong
what should i do?
i got so high and felt so nice
when i saw a bee stinging me
but did not feel her sting
what does it mean?
why doesn’t it sting?
and the finest day i never had
realzing i’m so strong so
what should i do?
i’m insane? it’s so plain
i’m sick in body maybe mind so
all these words say, “write me down
and never hate yourself!”
I can’t complain! i’m not insane!
i’m just waiting for you
:: 07-05-2015 ::
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