MY DREAMS are secret destroyers
while i sleep in bed and my desire
is a piece to gain (oh, yea. love)
eACH one (desire) thought alone
Sing, they are right to sing
but they sing destroying cities.
That lonely way you kill yourself.
Frayed MOIST NIGHT
(i’ve been weeping alone for one
more show) Shall we endure you a bit Longer?
(What you got?) Shall never shake.
Cloacal evidence so cold!
Spent. Within each other’s eyes.
THEIR NIGHTS OF DESIRES
EXHAUSTED only to dream
of dying and cruel words.
IN SPITE of all the rains of deranged
thoughts and words torrents of stone
labors of foam___ rancor of loose Jesus
eyes: without hope.
In spite of my anger I’m still just
a lonely soul : in spite! With a safety
pin stuck inside our side we shall shout
and take our minds where we want it to be.
:: 11.20.2021 ::
i am crying for obsolete words
how they die without fanfare
and without a single statement:
poetCrying a vacant heart out.
We are the students
We are the vampires
or friction = all zero
say prayers inside
Share and shame
slay and color
the baby’s room
in clean shades of shame
in all madness
a Kingdom of victims.
Oh, i never let go
Oh, i gave a shit
centuries ago when a good man was
nailed to a wooden cross
so i cry for obsolete words.
:: 11.16.2021 ::
DID you see that girl in the corner? Next to the books and coffee beans? Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages of a book of poetry sleeping. I felt warm and could never look away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i’m sentimental___(going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter pie. Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it’s knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea. All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes washed: pets fed and plants watered.
Oh romanichel heart. For the world.
Swollen lips – un bisou! She (the one who loves me and does not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!
:: 11.11.2021 ::
MEMORIES are caught upon butterflies
& how gentle she flies above the stars
how wondrous my choices
have become: some landing
while others crashing
and how she goes away up into the skies
of all my yesterdays
how she came then went
i said inside my heart:
‘how easy it was to play
while time passes away’
:: 09.13.2021 ::
BETWEEN seconds i find myself focused
upon all that i have learned :
— how silence helps me remember
everything i am become –>
: and i feel memories and now and here
the promises of those from the past
(and how i remember everything from
the now) Almost everyone i know has passed
and how those i love are in dirt
or burned as ashes my sweetest loves
and everyone i know goes away in the end
— how i grab your heart.
How life turns a soul and tries to kill
it all away: but now i am away i see
how everyone i knew is so sweet and how
i love my my many friends
what i have become and how everyone
passess in the end. How we love history
and how we hide masks and crown of thorns
of broken thoughts. We hide a face and
still i am right here. How everyone goes
and slips away in shadows and how i love
how i could start again and keep myself
safe i would find a way.
:: 07.10.2021 ::
WHEN sun opens the skies above so opens my dreams –> open greens
like children’s eyes : all to be revealed.
As where summer’s beside their secret glories sleep
oh flowing downward if they’ll or righteously flow
so(armies of enemies fighting like adults reveals) will fall
this. that. a(t) least dare and not a word to relate
of seasons is nothing but herself flustered in pain.
An open closet within the child’s room: bombed by society’s war;
‘s gulped by fear –> and never knew ghosts who hold
the hands of the living________ whom cannot kill but give life.
As each, c umbs of our Now) oooooooh yeeeeeeah
twiceauponatime we met the willbeus and the desert streams
of desert sands | kissing the angel of Imagination.
:: 06.28.2021 ::
A pause within the day to breathe flowers
is called the Children’s Hour.
Like the last brilliant star at sunrise.
My eyes, brilliant as any sun
does not call you to depravity.
a Day broken as a first morning
and song birds singing for grace
praise for the morning and praise all
fresh into a world in such turmoil.
Sweet new fawn born in briar
and new buds of nature painting Earth
how exquisite Nature speaks to Hearts.
Mine is sunlight
Mine is morning
and how crazy we fall elated into
confusion disregarding God’s Creation.
:: 05.28.2021 ::
We shared the sun and ate the rays of red apples in bed
the songbird perched upon the window sill sang songs
of forgotten riddles
holding hands we caught the whirlwind of love and sighed
never forgetting we have eyes and lips and hearts.
it became nighttime so soon we danced in the moon and shadows
followed us. If we ever lose our mouth north and south
we should never have to talk.
In faithful candle light we laugh and eat bread with glasses
of wine and speak of love and time and art.
We were so very young, us two.
Never worrying about life and time — knowing we are only
dancing upon this Earth a short time and took it all in
stride. Although we wished it would last forever it never
shall nor never did. Oh very young, hold onto your dreams
and love and never cast away the words that have meaning —
so you wish to live forever you know you never will.
Now time has squeezed our bodies into One and here we are
Across the veil of the grand floor into the sky and now
we know why it never lasts forever, oh well. Oh very
old one we leave and now go unto the mystery of greater
love. And although we loved every moment this journey
is not done now and never will.
:: 05.26.2021 ::
I have bound myself to God and to the Mysteries; all things also I comprehend.
AS love is not given to the wise man for his own personal gain. Love is neither given to the savage for his own personal gain, nor to the poor man for his own personal gain, nor to the country for his own personal gain, nor to the lonely man for his own personal gain.
It is given to the sick, in pain and those deep within despair and loneliness, for their own personal gain is not a thought given.
As Love is not given to the prostitute for her own personal gain; to the youth for their own personal gain; for the Love is the product of long awaited joy, and the joys and sorrows of the individual cannot be their own!
:: 05.19.2021 ::
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 —
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
To give a Soul for a Flower
A soul for a flower
:: 05.11.2021 ::