IF,
my angel, hear my-self (too wonder: why
this profound sorrow?) when i think; secret
thoughts of you as though necessity
never spoke unnecessary thoughts:
demanding the most beautiful gifts from
me
which i may never return if then — in
kind?
:: 07.14.2020 ::
THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::
o f c o l o r fulSOUNDS that died when this novel began as the stars are falling i wonder why have i been waiting so long to be here — where i once said, “where i am going?” All within your sunshine i found the light shining through; the barking trees and dogs crying; this seasonal salad between your thighs /within the sunshineLOVE\ i climbed up to tie all eyes to not feel shame giving angels such surprise –> that i am with you and my editor cried:
” you have been waiting so long;to be where you have been going –within the nectar-sauce of LOVE “
so i finished beating my glyph-heartstaying within you now until the Caesarof LAW has waited this long — to belike-ever your seas could dry upwhere ALL WISH GO;/jk324323423\ within the target of PASSION.
:: 07.13.2020 ::
THE distinguishing Nature of ‘something’
is a character supported by a glyph.
within the mental imagery
of emotions.
We call it ‘words’.
As if we never noticed the rising Sun!
that we never ever felt the sinking
Moon whilst upon a beautiful date
is how one destroys things : place
your tongue upon the palate.
THE sides are for flavor but the top
and bottom taste Life.
:: 07.12.2020 ::
[ideas i used to slay the Western
Alphabet. Next book: to rebuild
from those ashes]
i met a poet just today
he greeted me with much
laughter as foreplay
(we seized each other
from brim to toe)
one cried the other sang
a hymn
and at the end we shook
our head contemplating
which the queerer
and stepped away
from our mirror.
:: 09-12-2018 ::
IN all these times
of trouble
I find myself wishing
wisdom
AND inside all me
darkness ~
emptiness and pain
But love for life
AND within my hour
of desperateness
my heart cleaves
unto me and Spirit
Oh! there is always
an answer
always a way
through the trees
And when the day sleeps
her name comes
and makes frowns smile
makes hearts feel free
so never carry the world
upon your shoulders
only fools do.
And within these times
I find myself wishing
wisdom.
so please love me too.
:: 11-06-2017 ::
Born of an old age
with much to unlearn
the summers heat,
such cold breeze:
a palace
the walls
A moat that swallows
the glee, screams
and all
And into that ire
upon a flava low
Burning memories go
I know I know now
what youth means;
the long gestation
until we’re born
And be!
[Mine] mouths are deep rivers as cold
As the dead that love the living
As alder blight can strike
The love of youth
The unholy woolly wilting
Unlike aching souls for
Golden beasts
When feared
We pray
When comforted
We play
When crushed
We die
In bits & pieces
Like twigs and leaf
That twists and floats
Down a raging river
We go.
:: 07-28-2017 ::
MORE evil
than gods &
loathing smiles
while wringing my
hands — at two-lips
so beveled
god the martini slog
~ so brutal taking life as
it is and miles to go
before I am useless.
:: 06-22-2017 ::
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