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BY DEATH OF FEELING
BY
death of
-ing or
passion of tasting:
i ATE YOU devoured
all existence of doubt |
my Thoughts all Inside
the confused lovers
looking.
ate’ing butterflies by Nature
i AM NATURE : eat me too &
sing songs without words but by
your Souls!
:: 10l23.2022 ::
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the armies of nations move forward
the women with their babies —
fear.
The Light of my last night from
a window with my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing
to shave a last time
while she sleeps requires
no more tears — no more fears.
i feel the heat of a sun
down the road; orders and marching
boots into the womb of death so
i say the light of my last night
with silent screams and no more tears
. None.
:: 08.04.2020 ::
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SO…
WORDS are dying everyday
(within my mind) LOVE i gave
too much (sometimes)
the weather is us ||
and science an empty heart ||
LOVE, we shared our lives
for a time: i command your
face is the way it was in
grand facade and without notice
i am always complete with
knowing i saw the Light & Heat
within your eyes / so WORDS:
to express so much wasted
pain & these moments keep slipping
away
:: 07.16.2020 ::
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I have a heart or maybe two
One for me and one for you
My heart is broken
Maybe yours too
Let’s forget it all
And hang out on the clouds
The sun is all but gone
But still I have a gun
I think I’m done
Being happy
Just being happy
If I were like them
I could pretend
Just to be happy
Just to be happy
A done bun
Never undone.
Wish I was happy.
:: 12-06-2017 ::
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