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Sometimes uh
sometimes love
melts inside love
and how love came down
to touch deeply
for many forget safety
Oh weep.
Please don’t kiss me so sweetly dear
oh do not touch or embrace my shadow
cause i’ll make you cry centuries
while flowers sprout these tears
feed dirt inside your soul
_______<+>
Baby oh baby coo’ing
and when you look inside eyes
your hurt is inside tender hands
not my arms — how i cannot understand
as a pure artist i see colors and hear
songs by clouds and weeping winds
— all within my heart: lies the
snake called Robert//hiss\\ i hear
you squeal again lovely one.
No disgrace no ageless stinch only
how we scream again — BABY COO
COME AGAIN and be my friend as sometimes
in my skin i pray how no one knows
; how space and time are just thought
bending memories://|| release come
oh won’t you come: release your dreams.
:: 10.29.2021 ::
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Love is more than art
it is The sensation.
A feeling of being,
where even when we
all can cry!
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The towers by the falls those leaning stalks
gleaming crystal objects are devoured by the calls
whose blinking balking meanings melting neglect
What that stands tall remains forever —
nothing…
Oh! No thing at all!
::eprobles::
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A piece of the sky _
ate my heart
in silence oh no mother yes, everynight.
i was always born left of wrong and further into
this ever-night of howling moon. No matter what i do___
and the river loaded with questions and babbling brooks
speak, “if you’re dead too love me too.”
I’m going up and going down and screaming love for life
and tearing at my brains — oh, my memories kill.
How my body died before i was born __ how my wings melted
falling down toward Earth and wondering why oh why
did i ever fall here upon the small rock called Earth?
Oh. Yes, a piece of the sky ate my heart in silence.
:: 10.29.2021 ::
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I did it! I stole the light!
That child I am — so [lay] I did for me
and myself cried /numeric Queen:
did you feel the river? I fed it happy tears
and my child-me ran we did! Upon the fields
of our-my dreams and life smelled
like laundry clothed wind-swept dried souls
hopes lopped hypnotized butterflies
_______but i would have never walked upon
the deep dark rivers_____unless in this morning
you held my cold hands: someone saved my life
: i lay low and that child i am – so laid my
head inside (roped and tied) in space-time sweet
freedom butterflies \\\flew away////
into the here and what is now?
:: – ::
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I feared a thing untold & unseen
that thing I feared within my mind
a thing too!
Split by half in such unknowns
I strove to know!
Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!
Imperfect thoughts rolled
from higher ground to low!
Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tried
to stitch the past when love was good!
But life ran beyond the needle and instead
stitched time within my soul!
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If life would allow me ‘yes’ a garden from my heart-soil
would grow beyond sky.
Yellow-green blades swaying in step with that hidden song
twirling notes and trumping bass and lay between smooth thigh
nature scents caressing soul.
Life hunger betrayed too long.
Phantasmagoric nature reveal tulips upon a man-vessel bare
undulating passion melting there; if life would allow me yes
a farmer beating plowshare
be toiling in your fields
the harvest of a lifetime
if life would allow me ‘yes.’
:: – ::
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With heavy BREATHING as (faithfully) her lownecked
throat — something in how her 19th century dress little
topples and expands. Emily Dickinson?
One small foot squared /mired in silk\ wrinkling lost
asking me: how we are here now \ i slowly within
sun-drenched ponderous arms bedecked /time travels —
whose white thick wrist deliver prompoty
to a deep lap of enormous mindless HEART.
How i never believe i now but always in “how”
and how she tells me i need no other lover :
i won’t leave her now/ how i believe her now \
asking me how i believe in her love — i say
“i don’t know oh i don’t know” how?
something in the way she knows. And all i have
to do is think of her — it’s what she shows
me. I believe in “how.”
What I believe in how.
:: 10.24.2021 ::
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Light cursed falling lies in a singular box
as evil has many names (but the devil always
has many more). Pink-black lips inside my
mind: little crying lilac laughter splashing
the next steps (oh yea hey ‘who can save the
world?’ someone gonna save the world?)
Hey God, stop fixing that beehive
and drop that devil to the floor — strange
how evolution is less than nature’s greatest
achievement — clocks a tac-tic tac-toc
like ringing time and lilac. . .
the flower dies.
the hope follows.
emptiness ensues.
:: 10262021 ::
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WE walk upon the lemon slice like-Earth spinning dish
a garnish upon our plate ‘ a heart full of pie
and i love pasted upon your face (within orange-spilled
skies) makes mascara smear when i taste your heart
oh, moon like a drop of caught tears!
i crushed you there in my fist,
and on top of day i forgot your name
when i tasted your heart it makess mascara smear
Oh well, oh yeah
it’s an open space
oh no, oh my
i died forgiving
just two hands upon
a wooden cross
and mascara smears
christ-like lover.
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