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la pointe de l’œil du temple
contemple ( furtivement )
le parterre de fleurs
au-delà de la portée de
      la chair et seulement par l’esprit
l’amour vrai ne vivent ( ? )
Une graine dans mon desséchée
bouche  a grandi ! en un seul mot
qui i par cœur et accords
etcetera etcetera chanté l’amour
 ” R E Q U I S E C A T ! “
a résurrection du téméraire
   h a z a r d s  qui a frappé mon âme et ///// :
   CŒUR.   Et une fois sur un
  (c’est  sur : et maintenant pour le Grand
secrète de l’endroit où un vrai amoureux
va quand ils perdent leur
mortal coil !
         i ( moi) vais maintenant savoir!

:: 12092015 ::

If Love Was a Last Word

If love were the last word,
It feels like feathered, frayed wings.
Your face, pure as the love within my heart,
Your presence, a judge.

I stretched my heart outward to you,
You said you understood, but you never do.
Yet, if love were the last word,
If love were life, then let it be my wings.

I had hoped, your skin like
My own emotions, and the heat of my fever
Burns deeply, more than I have revealed.

And though “never” is a word of finality,
Love has always been the force that moves me.

Part 02

The ether shimmers with an air of unease,
As fragmented thoughts drift with the breeze,
A wandering soul, adrift in a world of strife,
Lost in the endless labyrinth of life.

The streets hum with a cacophony of sound,
As the city’s pulse beats to a frenzied round,
And amidst the crowd, a solitary figure stands,
A ghostly presence in a sea of hands.

The world spins with a dizzying pace,
As the mind’s eye seeks a familiar face,
But the depths of the heart remain shrouded in mystery,
A landscape of shadows, veiled in history.

The moon’s pale glow casts a spectral light,
As the night’s dark embrace beckons with all its might,
And in the stillness, a whisper lingers on the air,
A love song, echoing with a sense of despair.

The heart aches with a longing so deep,
As the soul yearns for a love it cannot keep,
And in the silence of the night,
The echoes of a love song take flight.

The world fades with a muted hue,
As the heart seeks a love that’s pure and true,
And in the end, all that remains,
Are the echoes of a love song, haunting in refrain.

:: 03.24.2023 ::

Silver Moon


See?  I was walking.  A baby with tiny feet.
So cute.  Where ever i choose again.
Rain love from women.  Nothing but hugs
in big breasts smothered i knew.
I was the one with nothing but love
and I don’t know what it means.


Love hates whores.  The sound is true.
Listen in a field of flowers singing
they turn their petals for you.
Yeah, the moon is silver until it
sees the love bestowed upon you.
like to sing shoot but know what it means


We can have more?  No, cause nature as
a whore says you are not worthy of me
and they say earth and soil shoots her
squirt in the face of offenders

You know what it means.  

A Marriage of True Minds

Love, a pure and steadfast force,
Has not within its heart remorse,
Nor does it sway with changing tide
Or bend when sorrows do abide.

Love is the compass of the soul,
That guides us through life’s endless shoal,
A star that shines both bright and clear
Even when storms and tempests near.

Though Time may wither youth and grace,
Love endures, a constant trace,
And bears all things to the very end,
Beyond the realm where earth does blend.

If my words are false and unwise,
Then let my tongue be silenced, and my pen despised.

:: 03.21.2023 ::

Could I Be


Could I be the electric flame
That burns within your deepest frame?
As science holds answers yet unknown,
May we have a chance to be shown?

Slowly reveal to me your frigid breath
Like winter’s flow, so cold as death,
For everyone claims both right and wrong,
As we hold on through the night so long.

We’re caught in danger, engulfed by wrath,
Yet it feels so right within our path,
As hollow as the winter’s chill,
I cannot let go, I must feel still.

No wrongs, no rights, but the way we last,
In frozen kisses, our passion cast,
Could I be more than what I seem,
To break free from this hollow dream?

Might I be that electric flame
That kindles deep within your frame?
As science holds its secrets tight,
May fate allow our paths to unite?

Reveal to me your wintry breath,
So cold it chills me to the depth,
For every voice claims right and wrong,
As through the night we hold so long.

We’re caught in danger, seized by ire,
Yet deep inside we feel desire,
As hollow as the winter’s air,
I cannot release this endless care.

No wrongs or rights, just what we last,
With frozen kisses as time has passed,
Might I become more than I seem,
And shatter this hollow, endless dream?

With love and heart, my soul ablaze,
I long to kindle passion’s blaze,
And be that electric spark,
That ignites your soul, pure and stark.

So let us dare to take the chance,
And dance with fate in love’s wild dance,
For in your deepest frame I see,
A love that burns so bright and free.

:: — ::

And I love Her

Verse 1:

Oh, such a little pinch, and yet so much grief
Sittin’ on a park bench, findin’ some relief
Me and the bench, we’re just like two peas
In a pod, we’re the only ones that truly see


In this solemn park, where the birds fly
My soul’s undercovered, my heart’s asking why
As the last refrain of nature’s song fades
I know this grief won’t leave, it just cascades

Verse 2:

The bench is baked, but it’s where I find peace
Soulful comfort, from the pain it does release
The song of the birds will never truly die
But this grief, it’ll fade away with a sigh


In this solemn park, where the birds fly
My soul’s undercovered, my heart’s asking why
As the last refrain of nature’s song fades
I know this grief won’t leave, it just cascades

\as free birds fly as hearts released.
/seeing my love you see — and i love her.

:: 03.19.2023 ::


A voice inside and out,
deep in the woods,
whispers, “I am the One you know.”
Waiting for the 112 bus,
the egg man appears.
In the musty city,
humans and mimics abound,
but the small guy with one eye
calls himself egg man.
In 1799, we sailed
from our English gardens
and found you.
Simulating futures
like peacocks spreading feathers,
we lovers, poets, and wizards
ka-choo ka-ka-choo with abandon.
Finding her heart,
how sweet it can be,
but she doesn’t know what he is.
She needn’t care;
to love is to be everywhere,
like love never dies.

No one can deny
something is there,
how good it can be,
beside me.

:: 03.19.2023 ::

Drowning in Fear

HOW faces smile how they frown
how they find treasures in life.

Being dead living life
in disguises
crying shouting destroyed Souls
Within Hell on Earth,
Living and dying each day
listening to mortal words
i scream Within my circle is a box
unopened and angels pray
to keep it closed
So give me a cold hand
won’t you come closer
inside me : fire mouth
tear me apart thinking love

Mimics call my name again
destroying time space
within all i knew were friends
were others not of Earth

No one changes like you
feigning death to make me cry
flesh like static sand

supernovae come
burn solar systems
Nephlim come challenge me
i have no fear bequeath
spiritual technology
destroys your black hole sun
so come so come so come
won’t you come

:: 03.19.2023 ::

Earth is Learning Institution for Souls

As I inhale, I breathe dreams
From that emotionally-throated stream
One that arrives just when I need
These dreams once more, I wish to feed

They were once alive and bright
But now they are out of sight
Beyond my now-life, they seem dead
Love once lived, but now has fled

My sterner conscience begs for a friendlier home
For passion true, that forgives those who roam
Betrayal’s wrongs, of deepest kind
Forgotten with a forgiving mind

Undreamt accidents have made me who I am
And seeing how life and Souls work in tandem
I’ll never let that tiny ember fade
Remembrance of youth, forever to be displayed

The ancient rites of youthful life and Souls
So notorious, till all that is priceless fades and rolls
Understanding of existence returns to the needing heart
Forever seeking, but never to depart.

\:: 03.19.2023 ::/