Whose pieces are these
that twinkle in dead?
whose heart can beat
without love or blood?
i am the pieces here
that twinkle in truth!
whose heart still lives
without love or blood!
Where darkness comforts
the broken moments of
golden wishes that flew
and crashed into ground
the saddest stories
are always and forever
of lost and love.
:: 12.18.2022 ::
WITHIN a dream one dreamed or was the dreamer awake?
Dreamed the dreamer:
” In the Beginning God made
the Land then he made water
and creatures /some with hate\
like something life knows____
So upon a fine morning, in a
land of decent souls, one gorgeous
man and beautiful woman revealed
the Greatest of All Mysteries!
Then God erased
the memory of why and what.
Leaving only pain.
Like strict parents.
:: 12.03.2022 ::
Look into my heart and what do you see?
floating down unconcerned dreams
the haters caught me / those gaudy
Whiteskins taking us for targets
we nailed them to colored stakes.
and i carried nothing for my crew.
No Flemish wheat or English cottons.
You gave the forger and gave it in
God’s Name — oh, no, so, yeah,
you got the spirit of personality!
Where you from?
“didn’t say.”
They think you put a spell upon me
and my mind’s gone.
OH baby – it’s a beautiful day.
Again. This thing, like a, yeah,
Spirit of Personality.
:: 11.08.2022 ::
ANTS bite sun burns love tickles
memories melt /hell smells\ an hallucination
Nation is a body — like my secret friend
someone like darkness says i look like
a rattle twisted snake but kisses instead
of bites :: a dot com a mystery media
commercial sound byte ~~~ a crack inside
the skies with baby cooing soothing tears
and tasting the dark cloud rains oh let it rain
: i will master all this blasphemy while the angels
change their clothes to get dirty inside the
human angle of life — especially on weekends
like Friday.
Spielberg gave me 73 cents in my last dream
and another i forgot to set global language
on SharePoint / ? this is a story a true story
based upon a ephedra lie ~~ now all history!
:: 05.29.2022 ::
Spit. When you die. Last chest bump swizzle stick! Ghosts pull your feet out of bed —
vanish you like a magic trick / death takes you like a swizzle stick by the neck so low tech
by the heart how life vanishes you by words i stare through you like a high-ball or
cold bloody mary through the eye swizzle stick (little prick) the face in the mirror is all light
a trick bleeding (this story) how i infiltrated pride and ventilation with cyanide through mind
and brain /no antidote\ swizzle stick/ kiss your neck goes to the heart — stiff nipples ripple shirt
camel cool-aid toe wet through the eye aside makes doom tasty baby true | a true source of Light
what fools the heart might be true please…distort.
A telepresence of greed and affection. This is the channel that makes metal scream.
Let it scream.
:: 05.29.2022 ::
SHE keeps moving all quietly
building her love all inside
her cabinet of spirits
she loves her appetite
eating dreams and all
her dreaming conversations
Hearing how time ticks how mouths
tock speaking loudly
She grew up old and now youthfully
dies waiting for Life.
Thinking how other lovers move on
she knows she’ll never be free
and that tortures her heart.
Knowing how her mind thinks she sighs
as sure as night is dark
and how day is bright
she finds her love
all inside her Soul tonight
:: 05.29.2022 ::
WOULD you kiss me if i failed you?
Would you be my Knight in Shining Armor?
If i told you how i’d hurt you?
Can you feel me my friend oh, my love-hurt?
Can you feel my love hurts?
Today is Mother’s Day
but i failed to see her
for decades so please
forgive me when I return
my heart — embryo!
how we hurt like a wave against
Sandcastles and Empty Hearts.
:: 05.05.2022 ::
i saw what i was and wondered
lonely as a cloud when all at once
i tasted butter fields
That those who dance upon Stars into
longer line — along the bay the dance (by
the lake by the trees what twinkled always
a margin great) spiritually as ocean’s glee
how no poetry could foresee
the wealth that showed to me
whilst vacant as i am
the words that came to me
inside solitude.
this lonely company.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.
Born in love Born in hate
Something lost One part precious
One part wild One part child
Lots of pretty women
Wages war they of insinct
such hunger such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!
:: 04.12.2022 ::
IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.
Born in love Born in hate
Something lost One part precious
One part wild One part child
Lots of pretty women
Wages war they of insinct
such hunger such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!
:: 04.12.2022 ::
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