oh yeah — here we go now:
could’a –> BUDDAH!
Who prays to the past
if you wanted it that way?
i think if any love is good
oh oh oh — she had big eyes
to meet that kind’a man you’ll
never forget so you ain’t seen
nothing yet ||
who takes your heart away
i Say i had it coming to me
::::: any love is good loving :::::
so took the fruit and said /// oh
oh oh baby be’be’be baby
TOOK me to the DOCTOR and he said
“any love is good.”
i say you ain’t seen nothing yet
no no no
////God says any good Love is Good Love\\]
so she took me with her big eyes.
Here’s something you’ll never forget cause
you ain’t seen nothing yet girl.
:: 02.22.2021 ::
MIND is summer days within white apples blue pills by society that prescribes law
and if you go asking neighbors they hide from thinking words
— stay small says government and do nothing at all –>
And if you go chasing freedom they will come after you
:::::: first freedom of thought then votes and body.
the womb already lost.
And the last ones with no eyes at all:
less than small creatures.
“I promise you’ll fall” they sing.
When men are women and women are less…
when generals wear pink tails — and
subjective logic and UCMJ then the
world turns upon it’s head — REMEMBER
what America means. What the world
knew. Go ASK NATIONS how far you fell
and say we knew nothing at all — oh
the call: soul and spirit upon chessboard
and knight moved but queen called.
I THINK YOU KNOW. WHEN PROPORTION
MEETS THE TALKING BACKWARD CONGRESS.
FEED YOUR HEAD
feed your head.
:: 09.16.2021 ::
MY body floats within effervescent veins
and blooms of fields by gold to fullest
fields of flowers;
by consciousness barely touching
the art of your essences
; i have only known a radiance of
this smile you project toward me–
it is the shimmering vision of
your lips and the softness of curves
that you are brighter than the
moon tonight; to hear the song
of your quiet tongue to taste the
tone of your beating heart dear:
and wreathed by the blossoms of
your tender breasts.
A LOVE SONG.
WHEN i meet you here; away from the
busy sound of life — when i vibrate
that no darkness can find it is of
one mind//ours\ that touches you
who can fathom the mystery ;?
no words no song no thoughts
just veiled eyes and unwritten
poetry is sent.
a high candelabrum held by our
hands and fingers: bent inward
in a passion of growing fields.
:: 10.11.2020 ::
TO never solve miracles of science
TO never have crawled out of a c–ave
although some are a blessing
to a curse
some ensure military solutions
never understood words : but if
i ever lose my love | IF i ever lose
my Faith …my faith in you |
come home with me…that i may fill
my arms with you.
:: 08.07.2020 ::
WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
BLOOD AGAINST CHROME
So packed my bag and left home
i was so pissed at them
i decided to comfort people ;
to learn about the poison apple
and found their voice withing a
vacumm liquid from my lower ex-
tremities….. eating bugs &
writing words of expression i
came across a mental ward of
society called Humans ||| i had
no-thing too (yeah at them ||| they
were madder than an aborted baby)
oh baby there’s a gift card for
you all within Heaven and i am your
pupil of nasty decaying flesh
but our hearts are more: valiant
students move onward
–>so elated i became everything
they taught about life and poison
apple and all fruit-meaning
:: 07.23.2020 ::
ablaze beached-brash dusty flamboyant
fluorescent gaily heart in life by harmonious expectation…
so harshly my lover; iridescently
in your ways
and at times when the blue jay
hesitates in song — monotone
and muted in love; is when the feeling of
joy turns pastel begging
restrain as the last moments
i have remembered in sepia
as photographs so old they are
to have known love so translucent
and vivid — a shade violent!
just too painful to recall
and now all white a washed in
what-WAS and isNOW
:: 07-21-2015 ::
DID anyEVER hear patter-
pitter dripping tears
upon the vast roads
of New York City?
And roofs have steeples
as flowers petals
and beggars dreams
as pennies pockets
to sleep within
to taste a Dream
to eat a wish
so much sweeter!
And when those dripping
tears splat upon the
path of many-go-doers
it makes me the happy
didWHO someEVER seeBE
the heart who stops
to love it all?
:: 07-18-2015 ::