Tag Archives: #pain

TOME (dangerous friends inside one’s head)

ATE a memory of all my life & despised my refrain: how soil  and seed brings life or death
 your back turned (i feel blessed)  deciding style and finance
 were your gods so eat what you sow  & throw away wheat &  golden strands of souls

If inside mysterious feelings
you feel stupid and contagious
it’s best to feel a little sick
  and always will do oh do
 until  End / hello \ hell no |
Inside light sounds dangerous voices and touches vicious
 :a baby a fetus –| we tend to forget what makes us smile inside
our horrored MINDS.  Hell oh hell oh hello WAS a mysterious tasting of
stupid feelings worth the pain?
    worse or worst is all a gift even though Life must be better
   before it all Ends.

:: 12.17.2021 ::


TWICE UPON SUNNY DAYS

PLEASE GIVE me my pardon
written by God’s own Holy Hand
don’t say no |i’ll leave right now
nothing wrong mental health
if you give me fantasy now
[and]
ALL upon shark clouds
beneath butterfly waves
goes destiny into oblivion
twice upon sunny days
as the sun burns the ground
empires steal stars from
lover’s steely eyes

Into the night goes my thoughts
a broken crib of ancient jewels
peeling paperwall of forgottens
it pains to learn____stepping stone
of beauty called Life.

:: 12.17.2021 ::


RAPE ME UNTIL I AM DEAD

AND if you cleanse yourself
RAIN me
rain me again
\
O my dreams.
Take me home.
Take me home.
My dream take me home. THIS DAY opened its flower-mouth smell the daisy and the roses
saw the blue skies touched her lips and found God behind a rock my feet deep
inside the sand 00 we take the kids to Walmart and Walgreens inside a blue mood.

So i turned yea i turned from the boy i knew
/ I am miserably prolific /mean butterfly eating my insides\
my writings less agreeable than my dreams: no fun ||| ate
mud [check] ate my own heart [check] stood up when i
should have stood down [check]
wept and cried [x]
danced and went hysterically comical but carried the dead
child which was once me inside as the crowd laughed.
\
And for ENCORE? Doing it all over would be pure
poetic MADNESS! /

:: 12.07.2021 ::


MIDNIGHT KNIVES STABBING SPACES

WAITING for electric mouth to memorize
the places making strange faces moving
spaceless inside my empty basement

It’s the light
It’s the sound
Its all around

Me — sleepless making prayers to go
without blinking and darkness all around
(and strange faces)

Can’t hide from machine that keeps a world
crumbling so somedays playful writing words
wishing we won’t let it through

This is the day and sound
this is the night and tears
we all live — life & ground
comes the war machine of life

This night — that sound here comes the war
machine oh such a warm machine of life
it tears apart the wishes sometimes playful
but leaves us all alone in the end inside our minds

This is the night of midnight knives stabbing hearts
:here the ground and beneath dirt we finally realize
we wish to live life.

Its all around. All around.

:: 11.15.2021 ::


A SMALL ROCK CALLED EARTH

A piece of the sky  _
          ate my heart
in silence oh no mother    yes, everynight.
i was always born left of wrong and further into
this ever-night of howling moon.  No matter what i do___
and the river loaded with questions and babbling brooks
speak, “if you’re dead too love me too.”
I’m going up and going down and screaming love for life
and tearing at my brains — oh, my memories kill.
How my body died before i was born __ how my wings melted
falling down toward Earth and wondering why oh why
did i ever fall here upon the small rock called Earth?
Oh.  Yes, a piece of the sky ate my heart in silence.

:: 10.29.2021 ::


IN ANGUISH I AM ALIVE

IN anguish i am alive. As we are whenever
a tear drop has always meant. Fiery and
at times absolute coldness – of all
recorded time and as our yesterdays have
confounded minds always forward toward
a dusty death of revelation.

Always (sometimes?) told by a poet full of
anguish and unrequited love —
that which signifies Nothingness.

:: 10.13.2021 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – WHITE SPACE DETOURS

I ride the path by mouth – a trillion bottles of water —
parched lips: and nothing more! Give me you love; oh
i need that thing so bad.

The pen is dried and tears have taken a road by south.
dusty road of youth and hunger for passion.

Who should feed those vagrant words? They starve at day
and flee by night! And detours, forked by white Spaces
and pregnant pauses give birth as too tiny doubts upon my ink!

Ah baby you’re driving me mad. So give me your love.

I watched the children drown there. Within possibility.

A fountain in the square of town is where I dip my quill,
and the Crier shouts,

“Oyez, Oyez, Oyez!”

Remember all the good souls!

Oh give me your love.

:: 08-23-2014 ::
::tiny revisions::


THE LEVIATHAN

i’ll love you till death e’en if i’ll live
i’ll love you till death e’en if I shall live
i’ll love you till death e’en if I shall live!

for you love i do ill rise
in an age when man & flames for his beauty
shuns that proud bronze that shadows you

youth has no stage no eloquent maw
to convert his heart but alas magnifies you
doesn’t present him as you imagine

love unadorned and manifests no star
n’t be overshadowed by you or the splendors of the sky
but display your lord on the moon
— love! my god you as a match or more
smoke, flame, flame, flame that nourishes your passion
flame that is here as a key!

numb or subdued: you become such a monster
that they call you leviathan have i for you heart
and i do not anybody else’s heart.

I did not pledge your hand
I did not set the seal love is the best I have
one kind is different that which burns one’s heart

there is a fire where love burns a fire
and their fire is sweeter than mine

my love!

:: 05.19.2021 ::


RELIGIONS AND HYPOCRISY

DROPPING from the sky as a rain drop
i feel so good dropping from my life
i feel so very alive and the skies weep
and my soul sings.

i don’t believe in your religions or hypocrisy
and i feel like a drop of pure rain
my Soul is bare

falling down into the soil & feeding a new
seed of a flower and i feel so good —
oh yeah.

Don’t take my photo until i’m born
and i don’t believe in your sanctitude
i don’t believe in your lies
and wonder what my parents think of
me now

To give a Soul for a Flower
A soul for a flower
yea.

:: 05.11.2021 ::


SUN AGAINST THE NIGHT

The nasty dark night ate the sun!

The farmers wailed against the dim moon,

“Be sane, or make it otherwise!”

Yesterday i awoke with a torn brain

against lover’s thousand acidic eyes

ripped apart by dying beds.

My screaming wish held but just Ourselves–
and Immortality.

:: 12.21.2020 ::