Tag Archives: #pain

WE ARE THE LEADERS OF LOVE

my stake (you) my dreams thick
takes our oxygen away
like the edge of all things
further away than reality
begins the reel-to-reel
pasted light upon the wall
too sweet and horrifying
(this hope) afraid I’m never
going to awake from this
dream of delirious thoughts
–>so forget about me.
The dear caught in barbed-wire
we never knew how far and fast
superman could fly, but digress,
bones and flesh are the curses
of spirits trapped in human form.
So come let’s go back to school
and become leaders of the most
indescribable thing we call reality.
:: 11-14-2017 ::

AS LONELY AS MY HEART

Dark clouds as lonely as
my heart
Weeping tears of my
life
so begins again the night
the fright of living life

I want to be the one
I want to leave & run
I want to see the end
I want to taste real things

All my life I wanted to feel
but had a hold upon my heart
Never had a thing to say
to the indifferent Souls
So let me feel let me hear
all the pain of my lost life

Where I belong.

Where I cry.

Where I live inside
a vault
where it’s all my
own fault.

So dark clouds as lonely
as my heart
weeping tears of my own life.

:: 11-06-2017 ::


A Pain Inside a Hole So Far Deeply, No Echo

A pain. Inside a hole so far
deeply, no echo.
A morning sun sinking beneath
yesterday’s promises.
And i’m running toward the
edge of a crazy world.
i’m refusing to believe
we all are so very lost
no one has anymore love.
And save me Moon because
like a bright sight you
guide the shores and waves
of all these people; the
scared, tired, and mentally
drained peoples.

Our Earth.

:: 10-02-2017 ::


TRUE TERROR

The reason we have war among ourselves is because we have no idea
of the true terror that resides next to us all…
and it is nonhuman.

:: 06-25-2017 ::


THAT MUCH SLAUGHTERED FOR A SWEETNESS

so much darkness      so much light
when i cannot see      i remember
to never look directly into
that dark and sorry ending
(while the faithful are healing;
angels are mending (so many
as mountains)) and that much
slaughtered for a sweetness
we all call The Light.
:: 03-06-2017 ::


RUSHING INTO THE DARK HOUR

BENEATH my breath are quiet words
which spirit feeds and fire Eats:
a promulgated non-scientifically
personal fact. A unity of a
membership-less Club of Souls
== the latent release of human-
life. Remarkable abilities
for an animal in terrestrial
nature!

The power of:

self-control
creative power
reconstructive power
power of faith
and the power of
revivification.

Gently, a small reminder:
we are not Gods but
only that god is imprisoned
within each of Us.

The delusion of negative
energy.

And increasing momentum
which the world is rushing
into the Dark Hour.

:: 01-18-2017 ::


PATHéTIQUE

EMOTIONS are just no words
between the wind & just One
are the true feelings when
fleeing life’s seemingly
unjust pain!

AS like, oh tear-filled Soul!
With held-head high and heart
so sweepingly Low and the sky
weeps along with every broken
Spirit as the sun tending bent
stems in far-flung worlds
removes all barges of sand
-sadness against your heart.

And through your pain and
forgiving tears the soul clears
as blue as skies: exists
only for brevity of reprived
mortal pains!

And while the Earth apparently
stirs within mysterious ways,
you whom i shall never forget
who gave birth to love once
again (for me) the festival
is no longer a surprise as
i know your words like pillars
uphold my tender sensibilities:
and loveless life is treasonist
and the crime a punishment of
diminished returns!

:: 01-16-2017 ::


A MOMENT OF SELF-AWARENESS

To which THAT one awakens: it is not just the “me”
but the flesh that covers my modesty / we call
it humanity | as though each flesh of island
requires labels to offset such nonsense
as separatedness!

Being born is a moment; first steps then
tears and fears ensue /burst of self awareness
and as you knew: life is not short and you can
truly fly if you do not forbid something
indescribably precious for, “which no one ought
to see …”
i say life is not weird
but the human condition
the ribbon of perception told billions
of times within the lie of separatedness.
If i am alone then 7 billion too —
silliness! One is all and all is One
and all other perceptions shadows dancing
upon the walls!

:: 01-16-2016 ::


A LIE … AND A WORD

A lie. and a word
one of the same.
but a part from truth
one begged belief
and slayed truth
the word —
remained steadfast
the pillar of Divinity

:: 05-01-2014 ::


THE NASH EQUILIBRIUM

AND when the synthetics
can blink when thinking
and when all human regrets
amount to zero sum:
the last coherent
thought transforms into
THE NEW CREATION
(which not of god)
something quite and
tenderly interesting!
like the Nash Equilibrium
Strategy.

:: 01-14-2017 ::