BLUE bullet day. Sweltering heat pavement burning precipice
a Mile Wide | Sweat stain in my Heart every moment a wild ride
~ within this human zoo i wish i could rest more easily | you throw
love upon fiery moments and i’ll never stop loving loving you~~
to never know is not something you leave behind
my Mind an orchestra that’ll never stop loving you
what would God prescribe? Something that takes me higher
than I’ve ever been within this symphony of lovely feelings ~
to wish for promises delivered.
:: 12.04.2022 ::
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PLAY DOUGH MY love
so pretty so smooth
within my expressive
hands i sculpted love
and wrote poems
and stole Cupid’s
girl friend while
making ramen noodles
cause i’m a poet
living inside my head…
yeah. Eat healthy
they say to Humans__
i want to say more
but have a date with
:: 11.12.2022 ::
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my hands smell like heat burning inside
my mind & i possess something that’ll set
a’fire a shadow of Life
but first allow me to say how i feel inside.
Now, that this one:
for Lies is buried;
this one for Pain
and now this one for Pride.
before sunset i buried them all
deep within the soil where i wept
this ode of freedom.
How this ancient dust falls to ground
and the hairs upon our arms stand up
all while i crumble inward
deep inside__of__me. My redemption song
, the cost of all happiness.
While the little virgins
are giggling amongst themselves
a waterfall drowns their glee
and within a whirlwind His Presence
came around \well, if this is Death
then life was Hell for me. To start again
a trillion light years away i would just
hug myself. And this ode of freedom is
all i ever hand.
:: 11.10.2022 ::
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I have completely lost myself within the reveille of a dream
so, drink up sweet decadence I cannot ever say no to you
and cannot feel bad when it feels so good to feel life
and love once again: its been such a long time coming but
i feel good…to pour Life
down upon me makes me feel
so good because i know i could
never pay back to you Father,
to love me.
How your hands bleed with the blood of my heart —
you hold me gently. And i feel good enough for you
to forget me. D ream up sweet love. And i completely
lost myself and what i am to ever say no to you.__.
i never should have allowed you to completely conquer me.
And this Hell feels good now while out of Love. And my
heart still burns forever pouring Life down into a wish
‘ing well /can i go now?\ for you to love me too.
:: 11.08.2022 ::
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[Cosmos] Does the idea of death afflict you? Does it, coward?
[Humanity] No-no it does not!
[Cosmos] This prospect is inevitability.
And watch: all the skies are chrysanthemums
and the stars are little fish . Dreaming wishing
to awaken you wished to die many times over, but now
it is no matter — all violent are skies of your
heart turned red to purple.
[Humanity] To die requires more than living.
[Cosmos] Then begin at the beginning and release the colors
of your art. It is the beginning!
The weaker artist will say and ask:
“That’s why I asked you, because you are the only person I can ask
without scaring you away. If you can do it, I will give you all
the money I have and say I will do it myself.”
[Cosmos] Then you shall never create but reproduce.
[Humanity] This thing must be arrested; that is why I am asking you.
:: 10.29.2022 ::
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no one promised paradise
a thing ever imagined
no sentience no matter
just energy ink well
dipped words glistening
is black on white paper
became me due to you
my born imagination
fractured but never
broken | horror living
horror dying horror
if you had seen all things
i’ve seen you’d cry
is a flower dying for water
a world of never raining
societies of not forgiving
but never broken.
:: 10.27.2022 ::
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BY DEATH OF FEELING
passion of tasting:
i ATE YOU devoured
all existence of doubt |
my Thoughts all Inside
the confused lovers
ate’ing butterflies by Nature
i AM NATURE : eat me too &
sing songs without words but by
:: 10l23.2022 ::
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this isn’t about death
LOVE or Hate getting good
feeling Down making moves
loving moments eating enemies
this isn’t about life
DEATH i mostly love
how you care for me
do you know what i mean?
i'll come on up or down
sideways or through when
i am ready. Big mouth
of shame the more i wish
the less from here to paradise
no pain no hate
nor nightmares while awake
: should’a could’a would’a buddah
how i love you.
:: 10.18.2022 ::
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“There upon this most curious weirdest experience
while i napping and flapping near my bed’s
\headboard…/___i wondered as while i fought
off the horrors caused by my beating heart
:here, I open wide for all the world’s pain
and all it’s darkest peering horrors
the hidden consciousness I am and was
my heart still feels a wrapping-tapping
upon my skull :my world: upon my chamber’s
door perched. by breathing, speaking and lusting
near my chamber’s door ~~ came the twinkle-twinking
night’s sharp shore.”
:: 10.09.2022 ::
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WHEN you’re done the poet heard people in the hall, and hushed music.
He was lying on his back and his lips started to taste blood and the chorus came up
and the boys started to sing and Oh oh oh You are alone in the river!
You’re all damned in hell. All the aborted babies screamed, “So lucky to meet you!”
I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment.
You’re all sinners and damned in hell. I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment!
You can take it. We’re the good guys and you’re the bad ||
Right now it doesn’t matter! That your frail screams rise to heaven
We’re the good guys and you’re the bad
Right now it doesn’t matter.
Tears up through her veins go insane
and begging God to stop the rain.
A self-appointed Judge judging and jury.
The world gives it’s life for greater end.
Her angel stood by too long and now plucks
it’s eyes out and lights another cigarette
to comprehend how dead is so dead.
So soft is skin. So scared. Addiction is flesh
:: 06.19.2022 ::
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