While i ran i thought of it all
what we are and how we do
then my feelings sprang forth
as seeds in seasons
My nature fertilized the
Air and my tender love/my
heart beat\ is my heartbeat
many centuries ago ~~do stop
, please. Listen, love is
beautiful but dangerous.
Is where
Poetry
and Music
are birth from!
Move your womb!
away.
come to me pure Soul.
the lover of ALL
:: 02.13.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
MADE TO BE BROKEN
Tonight I’d give up my dreams
for tomorrow’s Love of You
because i know you feel me
somehow and it’s all i taste
right now : the angel’s say
it’s never or now to speak
And i live in a world which seems
to throw for broken tears
: the truth of moments within your
Life and i don’t wish for the world
to ever see me because I was made
to be Broken.
As i am.
:: 02.10.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
the World is all about
the Myth the riff
of Revolution, alright
where the baby cries
where mothers wish
to die — it’s never right
we all want to change
the world you know | tonight!
Anyway the world blows
never matters to me
we exchange hand shakes
we dance in the dark night
you know we expect evolution
and often times the baby bird
falls out of her nest — it’s
gonna be just right | it’s just
love and magic some musical
emotion___all right! All right!
All right!
LL 92,19,2923 LL
LIFE and only life
can make this all real
Real is not what you love
not what you touch
it’s feelings.
Oh love only love can bring
back your love some day
, and i will be there
My tender love i will always
be there with you ~~
If you really don’t care
I’ll start once again.
Like Brothers and Sisters
But trust | I will be there.
Oh! Love! How my Heart Bleeds
honoring your feelings and i’ve
been remiss /if we go again
forgetting all the things we
changed \ it’s the perfect
price for giving me a chance
to love you.
:: 02.09.2023 ::
The Silver Cape
of the moon never removes
her dress or she’d shut
her door;
in confidence
but never obtrude.
How this blanket of ashes
once comforted me insane
at a low gate; now a King
kneels upon his mat.
:: 02.08.2023 ::
i will BREAK my mind away
through my HEART i will BREAK
BREAK! i am so sick i remember
the taste of metal in my MOUTH
, in warmth i am sick, fiery words
singing (SINGING) yet biting my tongue
cursing god wanting to SCREAM
yet the burning Earth smoke
chokes my lungs
I AM BURN!
AM
I
DISFIGURED
by this?
The story read by billions of sad women! No, I spat upon a deserted famous obscene
video frame and succubus’s of hungry souls )in echoes sINGING SCREAMing inside
your insane dural bifurcated sickness i am so sick. so sick. beware this way
or that may sign language my SCREAMING BLEEDING WORDS , I’M SO SICK.
So seriously sick of YOU. LIAR. MYSTERIOUS MONSTER OF SHIT.
:: 02.07.2023 ::
THERE in the widest of morning openings
every-all is possible if with Sun and You
it is a morning saying or prayer
a wish or two for a fair day
And there within the widest day we two
are holding hands where ever we be so
the morning is a handshake
and afternoon a kiss for you
By some delicate evening when moon comes
and stars appear to open their starry eyes
your hand upon the face you love
my heart within the one i love
And the world is open for bursting hearts
and no society uttering imprecations aloud,
weakness is bent knee toward you
my hand touching yours forever!
:: 09-25-2017 ::
freeze framed ‘time’ broke all
inside my Soul /Only thing that
works is to mount you inside
my Mind~
the Pleasure is High
goodbye bad dreams
i ate ice to freeze
and would i? yes.
i would /back there
that’s not me\ i grow
when you don’t see me.
ice is cold dreams
you know i’m the One
who burns within :
the Sun and me
have a pact to be strong.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
walk … pretend upon egg shells
life
and all the pain
lives within
a celluloid strip of moving pictures
across the space of a point in time
it’s the tremolo
score of life
like shoes that fit within your soul
it’s all of you
so you ride the back Of a bumble bee
it tickles your thighs but the buzzing soothes
the soul within you and painted lips
collect gossamer threads you hold your breath
dreaming of a love that died within you
it’s all the same life-life, merry-go-round
:: 02-15-2015 ::
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