Oh wait, for me wait as i once did
for that pink balloon inside your
heart / that cares only for warmth
and love | the likely process of
the decay of a body becomes that
tear inside my heart \as i hardly
notice the feel of time fleeing
pain and darkness in her arms
or her thigh between day and
tomorrow.
:: 11.30.2021 ::
Dark clouds as lonely as my heart Weeping tears of my life
so begins again the night the fright of living life
I want to be the one
I want to leave & run
I want to see the end
to taste real things
All my life I wanted to feel but fear a hold upon my heart
Never had a thing to say to the indifferent Souls
So let me feel let me hear all the pain of my lost life
Where I belong. sadly wondering
Where I cry.
Where I live inside a vault
where it’s all my own fault.
So dark clouds as lonely as my heart
weeping tears of my own life.
:: 11-06-2017 ::
THE WINGS of the birds upon the table
(went hungry) I saw the light over
the confessional and the voice said:
THAT’S THE PERSON TO KILL
UPON THE table the fires again
and the mouths are choking
I don’t mind stealing bread to
feed the children. Yeah. We’re
dying farmers and the mouths are
choking. i DON’T MIND STEALING
bread for the children (we’re going
hungry)
How free is poetry to express
mindless anger. It can also express
love and forelove senseless.
Serial killers are evil. Hello?
They like hurting little things that
cannot fight back.
Humans by far are the most evil
creatures of nature.
:: 11-23/2021 ::
I love i try squeezing each other — someone else?
squeezing : too tear you apart (oh what you say?) vocal talent?
Oh – too two? My scarab bled. Oh, young minds get up and out.
how you sleep eye’d waken yea rapture.
Depending abrasion it held my body
running for my life :
running / shock social medical \
forgot formation medication :
covid decay my life — running for
life — yeah running for my l;ife..
I kept my religion inside my head
(terrible flavor) beat bounce yeah
in my seat fauci medical ? watching
records — hold me. I run. took two
shots and sipping life and fever if
it comes — fall butterflies flittering
while I decay | all for love and life.
I’m runnuing from my life.
I had you inside my coat pocket
and my flesh is vampire and never die
a sun is a chemical and human thing
: medical. Never die. How I wish it
would defy the monster inside my vein.
Never. All medical, yea. I’ so sorry
I forgot you. Human soul.
–> life is fun | death? /medical\
eternal life is posion.
never the one that dies.
A MONSTER CHEMICAL
NO WALLS no decay.
running from my life : i’m running
from life and i shed this life to make another one
met Mozart and met Marc Anthony and Cleo —
boring people ….who hurt so many/ and Christ…
yea I holy ONE. So sorry I saw you die — oh how
you asked me not to save you. CAN YOU MEND MY HEART.
CAN YOU TELL ME YOU NEVER BELIEVED ME?
:: 11.3.2021 ::
LISTEN to the silence
how it comes to me
And when I am in trouble
it is fine.
AND inside this round
of darkness i speak of
broken hearted people
: let it become as me/
an answer inside of me.
TODAY i spoke a word
and grew tomorrow:
LOVE
And inside my head oh
inside my heart i knew
it was to be so
TOMORROW is a whisper
and yesterday a light
who shines upon my
wisdom. Who are we?
Oh, who are we?
The yesterday that
shines upon today
and wishes tomorrow.
:: 11.22.2021 ::
MY DREAMS are secret destroyers
while i sleep in bed and my desire
is a piece to gain (oh, yea. love)
eACH one (desire) thought alone
Sing, they are right to sing
but they sing destroying cities.
That lonely way you kill yourself.
Frayed MOIST NIGHT
(i’ve been weeping alone for one
more show) Shall we endure you a bit Longer?
(What you got?) Shall never shake.
Cloacal evidence so cold!
Spent. Within each other’s eyes.
THEIR NIGHTS OF DESIRES
EXHAUSTED only to dream
of dying and cruel words.
IN SPITE of all the rains of deranged
thoughts and words torrents of stone
labors of foam___ rancor of loose Jesus
eyes: without hope.
In spite of my anger I’m still just
a lonely soul : in spite! With a safety
pin stuck inside our side we shall shout
and take our minds where we want it to be.
:: 11.20.2021 ::
Dew-EAR (yes dear) my love so sweetly awaits
the first burst of light and too, my heart
it comes today; a morning greeting
i should be there with the bee
spreading harmony-honey
across the empty horizon.
Oh! Again that cry!
Some forgotten monsters
making love inside a dying
soul’s mind.
They let out that shrieking
last cry while consummating
love.
:: 01-24-2015 ::
REV: 11182021
i told MYSELF why are you so little?
The inside of me grew angry.
“I know.” i said to that inner voice.
But we both know what you are.
That one who keeps some light out
of this traveling Soul. And so, it
knew. Then, well, it was all tears.
Just a torrential downfall of tears
that raged inside ‘me.’ Like I understand
what ‘me’ is or what, ‘it’ is or how or
anything about self-actualization.
So I told MYSELF: you really are not
that little.
You carry me.
❤
:: 11.16.2021 ::
KISSING her was like myself.
I enjoyed it thoroughly.
I enjoy myself too.
When I am alone.
Cold.
Aching.
Lonely.
So I kiss her
Even though it’s all within my own
private mind.
:: 11.16.2021 ::
NUMB(Land) came ashore near the boat house
where i last saw my precious kitty cat.
And upon the edge of sea and skies
i see a brewing storm and i fret for her.
How i want her and I need her although
she acts as though she never loved me.
i saw inside her eyes last night
that she cries all for me.
I stayed home all week and now the storm
past but my heart aches | i won’t forget her.
Today i found a soulless mouse next to my door.
How she breaks my heart because she shan’t
cry for no one any longer but I believe in her.
:: 11.16.2021 ::
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