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FEAR AND TYRANNY

MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone
Love and Spirit have defeated them;
and what is left is a gaping hole
that can only be filled by Light
and Soul.

Gripping my throat
gripping my soul
gripping all life;

Is my fear
is my fear
is all my
undying fear

AND my lover, the other;
the woman who stole my
heart — i gave her all
my bad and good; and my
heart always to this one too!

Don’t you breath upon me
my fear!
don’t you tread upon me
the evil one!

If I could cry and I’ve tried
If I could sleep and I would
I would never belie these
facts: that  most hearts are black
but never within my deepest dreams!

:: 12-01-2017 ::


Dream the Quantum Dream

I dream the quantum dream
in another place
Like world events somewhere
are no concern reflected
I feel connected at times
by tears as like bullets
And Jesus come save me
My tears are steam
My heart a scream.
It’s all a dream
It’s all myself
a photographic
dysmorphic laceration
and so I scream.
Born on a way-Station
light-years from you
and blown way down
into your world —
I scream. I scream.
Gentilia your satisfaction
and I’m a vessel for infection
never disregarding intellect
so I scream disregard affection.
And the year is Rooster
and I should know
so now I go — simplicity
is a reason for necessity.
and I scream this is our world.
:: 10-01-2017 ::

JUST ONCE I HAVE A DREAM

JUST once I have a dream but the day flees quickly
And the roses within my hands wilting
Prickly the thorns begin to bleeding; —
And gulfs of space filled with time are speaking;
As One Soul from darkness to light so weakly
Quickly come and rest your tears within my heart
That beats in measure to the parts of slowest moments.

Spilling hope and painting thoughts,
And lovely memories of yet to be’s;
A timely utterance to thought’s relief
My love, the fairest feathers and song
By the beach or the brook o’babbling notes!
And sunlit a lighting stroke across my breast
Leaving me to myself and all I am;

Just alone.
Dreaming a chance just once to be with you
And not within the hand of bleeding rose!

:: 06-24-2017 ::


T I L T

I L T

WHEN the ground becomes the wall
Spring to Summer and to Fall
is when the world begins to tilt
destroying all that’s been built

We start to awaken within our sleep
we’re everything to no one while
expecting fear to face retreat

we tilt /
jilted we scream and fall
while the world becomes
our wall |xxx|

 

:: 06-15-2017 ::

 


LIFE UPON | YOU’RE BACK

As tall as the shortest lie
That in between dusk and cries
That something without a name
Keeps on twisting inside your brain

Like…

Where the pall bears sing
And the oceans applause in waves
It’s the age of losing reason
It’s the Rabbit out of its cage

Begging my non-departure outside
The walls of a stranger’s funeral
Could never eat the sacrifice
Could never feel the sprains

All that is clean can be seen
Stretching all the way from
The tip of your nose straight
On forward to an illusion gleamed

It’s the firm hand of destruction
The gems of all diluted eyes
By the size of Cadillacs and
Smoky lensed cataract-dopes

It’s like the Rabbit out of its cage
Chewing on the stick of philosophy
And drowning in the twists and turns
Of the greatest illusion of them all:

“L I F E”
Is its name
And it’s upon
Your back today.

:: 05-21-2017 ::


THE BLACK ROSE

When the wind has left your life
like empty sails forever drifting
a lost sense of savior
and the dirt knows just how
many tears have said,

“Just shut your eyes
batten down the hatches
and survive all the bad guys”

And bruised knees beg relief
oh soul the keen victim
for the black rose of love

just sing
just sing
just sing

JUST say!

Just say you’re slaying
all the phantom ghosts
that make you laugh
when you’ve lost your mind
for the love of a black rose.

:: 05-21-2017 ::


TWO CURIOUS MINDS

1
TWO CURIOUS minds entwined with the mind of God;  Einstein and Bohr.  The debate was difficult and more tipsy from decades of argument their friendship soared

2
Determinism an evil force if to be believed by?  Refutes all claims of an eternal spirit that decides external scapegoats lay blame says those without souls

3
And through the window of a prestigious institute a wildly white-haired man peered across the campus and noted a beautiful garden next door

4
It belonged to those who had lost their mind in ways similar to all those who — like him tried.  The lunatic asylum could be his home if not more

5
Back to the blackboard with weapon in hand, the equation for his madness; unified field theory fleeing all sensible manner it hid as a wolf in his den

6
Not a weak heart so his bold heart worked and labored shredding chalk and sweating drops of intuition variables came and left as Mistresses in his mind

7
The gravity of this situation was to marry such forces his ill-born child, not just his own– cried in his arms papa Einstein fed his baby but would never put it to bed.

:: ~ ::


HE PULLED HIS FORTY-FOUR

Tiny Tim with droopy eye went out
with corpse-woman (she’d heard
he’d died)
Had a cigarette between two finger’d
bones called life and when living
ladies heard he’d died the world
began its wailing from the other side.
LAPD roped off the scene but the
ribbons were too low for ghosts and
all his demons.  Detective Mister
found his bloody revolver and no cell
block too secured assured for dead
men so police offricer said, “Tiny Tim
was too beautiful but he died today;
the judge had verdict match the
coroner;  misadventure in love case
closed casket so move along move
along my fiends.

:: 03212016 ::


FUNERAL OR VICTORY

No youth or age hides from an eternal rule:
the touch of vulnerability     by which all creatures of Sea & Land
bayonet->all|sides| of the same chordTingles confusion
the brainsBROken-spoken politeness  revealed by natural light a
sewn-skin upon a parched vacant Post-sign by-wild(er) words (ok)_.
So We cry. A miracle so difficult! And then blew my eyes saying,
‘Dead is a miracle feeling no pain’
toward my pain feeling long history//the banality of insanity
rolled a beach ball by the hand of God-Bless i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away keeps unto the majestic miracles    -Father;
we children cry when we see
the End of Loved Ones                                     we
believing YOU: funeral                                     or
victory!

:: ~~ ::


OK, DRIVE SAFELY

[life continues to beat]
Sometimes it seems i have been lost
then mostly finding myself between
tomorrow’s thoughts remembering today’s
yesterday as though it’s right now
then it’s gone. GONE. then (what a
lonely skinny word ‘then’)i find that
the rash was a tire’s track across my
chest and not poison ivy. So now this
is’nt happening and i am it for only
a moment longer ~~~~~there.

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and then no longer______.
[life continues to beat]
:: 03-06-2017 ::