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 ::
Tag Archives: #poet
A NASTY SWEET BEAUTIFUL PLUSH LOVE
THE FIRST TWO TIERS
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]
A POET
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 ::
TIMES OF TROUBLE
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 AN OLD AGE
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!
MOUTHS ARE DEEP RIVERS
[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
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 ::
OAK BRANCH
being Born is still new:
UP
./ \ON strong wings after long
Rainy throaty days i grew
while wet-horny drops
+died+ seeping into mother
earth and her musty-moisty
soil; the oak’s branch
reached toward Death
(its bark loud & rough)
. the vision of the exotic
Specter too reached out
toward me and bowed while
shedding crimson tears for
my strange Existence.
:: 03-29-2017 ::
DYING TO BE LIKE YOU
falling in line 
i’m falling in line
with them
shaking is all
within you deep
ly so strange how
it seems the wind
screams like you
and so rough
and so tough
it all bleeds
through you
when you fall in
line with them
i’m dying
so swiftly
just to be like you
:: 03-17-17 ::
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 ::
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