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 ::
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A LIE … AND A WORD
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 ::
CONJOINED COSMIC TWINS
i ONce knew an infant whose name is now TIME
the brilliance of this Spirit became known
in 1/2
of a part
Light! Which, again (ahem) i knew when the
VOICE called out the shadows (which had to
be created, right?) These incredible events
lead to the greatest anomaly any universe
has ever heard: both infants became the
Physics which made our very own UNIVERSE.
Therefore, we are not just TIME &
LIGHT but the essences of the DIVINE
CREATION!
:: 01-14-2017 ::
I D I O T I C I D I O M S
BEING born human is confusing enough
but the English language is more-so
i could beat around the bush
but would not directly make my point
if i had the best of both worlds
how the hell could you know
where i stood on a point of matter?
if something is a blessing in disguise
how could i trust it since it hides?
and if something costs an arm and a leg
i would have to refrain because, well…
i like both my arms and legs and
would never relinquish them for anything
and if you ever asked me for a penny
for your thoughts — I would have to say
that’s a pretty cheap price and you
can keep your damn thoughts to yourself
But if you bit off more than you can chew
i would tell you gluttony is your punishment
90% of the world is starving and you
have no control over how much food
you want to eat within each bite?
shame on you!
And if you said you did something terrible
in the heat of the moment I would say
you should have waited for a cooler time
so you wouldn’t have regretted your actions
:: 05-03-2014 ::
THE LIGHT OF FIRE REBORN!
THE hollowed word was >>echoed<<
at the dawn of Creation
Blisteringly fast expansion confabulates
bodiless quanta ~ The Light IS
F I R E REBORN! i met a flower within burning yellow
fields; and now i have a reason
(all around me trying to get the feeling
that always makes me quiver when
I am so high or low and my Tears drench
My own flower burning now. A
N
D you are all I need & I’m within
The middle of a thread moving inside
The eye of my OWN NEEDLE
all red tears of my own heart’s blood
And the Answer to All Answers
is when I met the One of all;
Wonder! Nothing more
Oh, and nothing less begs the One
Come into my Life ~ at last! WHISPERS |
|
_
SO
FAR
DOWN
INSIDE
OF
And I asked a friend, “Can you help?
She’s coming and I’ve been up
and down but Sir, I’m high – low
leaving tears all within me Must be the cortical stack within the bottom
Of my Own BRAIN STEM.
Sometimes carbon dictates
Action ~ otherwise I’m a spiritual
Being inside a soul cage ME.!
+
:: 01-13-2017 ::
SO KILL ME
SO kill me. HATE ME.
say how much you love me
BEE cause i’m weak.
HATE me
and so you waste me
and my name // SO YOU
are the only One
are the only whore
who hates me \\
so don’t kiss me
or rave how you love
to hate me or love me
cause we’re dead.
And hell is full
and busy with lost
thoughts of the dying!
So r ape m e.
:: 01-11-2017 ::
FUNERAL DIRT WITHIN MY MOUTH
so i died just today like yesterdays and
i’m a friend of my own mind so ugly
And today i sang angelic songs cause
i’m so past flesh … yeah, past
yeah, past yeah past …
And if i’m lonely i speak to myself
and once heard how
faulty my pluming is from the bottom
to the top of my sun-bleached skull
yeah yeah yeah
yeah oh yeah
yeah!
I carry your corpse within my heart
I killed you when you died ~~
and ate the funeral dirt in my holy mouth
and now so happy cause
in my head i found years
of everyday i cared 4 u
i’m so past flesh
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
and if i’m lonely
i just speak to myself!
:: 08-05-2016 ::
THE CONSEQUENCES OF BLISS
What morning sky!
[and the air will not
let you go]
what blue fair air!
[and the ground shall
receive you]
what gracious gift of life!
[crush! …remember to
always look up when singing]
:: 08-07-2016 ::
I AM AN ARTIST
THOUGH I AM AN ARTIST
i am going toward the stick
to utterly award a tree,
the Nobody shall stop not me
burst first
Love , the unopened
envelop of life ~ the reckless
oral pink truth
begging life and love
the impulse of life
i will have
a l o n g d r e a m
i saw the opening window of my
house Spring givings
across the air and floor
worms rushing through loam.
is where music that touches
hearts and words like painting
pierces through life-dreams
is what i am this ‘always here.’
:: 05-19-2016 ::
FLEE IN TERROR
you are indeed beautiful.
I bet your soul is even that more
(more than beautiful)
As a poet I would express the visual
delight of having watched the sun dance
from high to dusk and then watching
bright biggest lights dipping below
the horizon — to witness this within
your eyes (reflections are decisions
we made!)
and exhausted I whisper:
enough. enough! do not slay me with beauty tonight!
Allow my mind to proclaim sunrise in the morrow.
I suggest: teach lovers a new terror
whereby many good hearts flee toward
their lovers.
:: 02.23.2016 ::
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