DEAD are these fathom of times by change; lies
of not tongue but heart, nay, soul as dead coral made
as now ocean die and her pearls wilt and destroyed
by poison of mankind.
All fades by that terrible hand called Mankind.
As doth suffer the sea-change
uncoiled and spoiled by rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs SCREAM in tumultuous toil
singing, “DING-DONG.
LISTEN! HEAR WORLD — DEATH!”
:: 09.15.2021 ::
[exactio! quis hoc potest amare poetam?
Hospes in coelis et cruentis vita?
Conferre verba inter Deum commutatio –
angeli et homines?”\]
Quomodo corpus eius in scuris finietur?
et parva loca — Palida, rigida, nuda!
Ita ioca! Facio eos! Ah! Ego quando
Audite, angeli isti loquuntur! Ha! Ones
qui divina tabernacula ad hanc petram
dicta Terra! Meos amicos super
hoc argilla! Nihil omnino!
Quomodo ausi sunt! Relicto egregie
lux viva in obscurioribus regionibus.
Quam tellus ignota ferat, nunc eris
alam tuam fugam longinquam?
Anxius et inanis est, sed potest audire et videre
expalluit humanitas, expalluit;
et forlon!
:: 09.15.2021 ::
RAIN AND LOVE BEFORE WE SPOKE WORDS — so, uh:
Bleed blue ad my african brown eyes
–> listen up brothers and sisters
the black and brown man and women (the khoisan)
are not
prisoners
( i love ’em
wak’a white people-ka )
we native American people side with
those who lost as us //and we still
dance and have our culture \\\
it does hurt for white people
to say they understand.
WE ARE THE PEOPLE of color
who wish all PEOPLE TO BE ALIVE
AND LOVE. I reach = take this bread
and save Nations of all this world.
Save me == you save you. Save us
stranger if you please. Native me.
Save us. Save us if you can stanger.
If you please….
:: 09.14.2021 ::
i found all the world within a sidewalk crack sitting downtown
so many soles walking over sadness and shadows of yesterday hey hell!
i apologize.
(I’M SINGING THIS SONG)
+++ wicked sassy guitars scream:
\
WE all say, “everyone’s day is their own.”
what else can we be? Especially on Saturday night
(got a bottle of booze from hidden magic )
Some kick off their shoes and enjoy the day
many others stick to their philosophy —
so what should they be?
(without a bad man or guitar?)
i walk within the golden light
of forgiveness — for myself.
(riffs of love ooh! )
Would not wish to be you
I would \\\with a gaping wound of salt; who takes my
left hand living and dying bitching beautiful songs and i sing
I’m a bad man — they take all the blame eating freezer burn kisses
who has a right to say all apologies?
When i am close to nirvana road -=- yeah move along! I saw her move
to thte table and she ate silence and those eyes who loved table —i
threw the dice and she made me see snake eyes and we left — i was
a bad man getting it on. getting it on!
i say i wish i was as you
so easily confused with burning salt
but i cannot take blame — some choke
with after-birth and others embrace Sun.
:: 11.20.2020 ::
i eat love and flotsam and hear
how heat burns
my love — i want you like a crab
needs sand and water
…come here ocean love me. My King
you deceive me –===
can’t you hear my love
burst || i want you like
a tree need sun’s shine///
can’t you hear my love
burst? Won’t you hear my
love won’t you hear me burst?
I want you like a heart
needs her beats –won’t you
hear my love burst?
Insect fly & dead path.
gives me a purple heart love
heart burst inside all of me.
:: 09.14.2021 ::
ONE THOUGHT inside your parent’s mind
then two upon the floor: as
TWO rabbits running forth — gods and demons we said:
“no moving space inside our time”
WE smoke caterpillar within chessboard
— moves and checkmated ovulation spots.
HOW the sand moves by passion breath
and Alice took Hookah and smoked threeHookah
by ten tall dreams of sand men —
she felt all — //then became universe and
the One who ATE CATEPILLERS ”]
and YOUR MIND IS MOVING ALONG…
Ooh ————–>
How Alice took her dreams and made
it hers — REMEMBER: what the doorman
said: feed your head! keep it small/
And IF you go –> chase words as a poet
go forth and fall…_ call Alice when
she is small.
and when the alphabet bets it all —
the words you dream and lovers: more
than anything at all — STAND TALL
STAND TALL POETS REMEMBER IT ALL
when the red Queen Screams: REMEMBER
TO FEED YOUR HEAD OH FEED YOUR HEAD!!!
:: 09.13.2021 ::
“S” hissed toward my heart
as from Eden’s garden!
Sibilance! As seven
suspicious snakes.
A loquacious theater upon
the lagniappe stage of life.
The word. As an ancient
bookstore i shall call,
“Vellichor!”
My Soul! As sanguinolency within
my dying heart. I watched the
group of wild mustangs rush
into the purple red desert night.
Then lost eyesight.
Forever.
:: 09132021 ::
time paused and universe
y a w n e d:
life and death screamed
“C A U S E!”
the tic-toc rhythm
r
u p
t u red *
became a baby born:
ME.
:: 12-26-2014 ::
:: rev: 09132021 ::
MEMORIES are caught upon butterflies
& how gentle she flies above the stars
how wondrous my choices
have become: some landing
while others crashing
and how she goes away up into the skies
of all my yesterdays
how she came then went
i said inside my heart:
‘how easy it was to play
while time passes away’
(hmm)
:: 09.13.2021 ::
WE HAVE NOT TIME TO LIVE OR DIE
WITIH all the terror and peril which flows on earth and water and air and fire of sex and battles and madness,
of torrid vengeance, seduction, and deadly revenge, Psyche lives to see the light of day:
And living in the light of the Pleiades, upon a small wooden chessboard with mushrooms While Mother Moon smiled AND
her logic in proportion to backwards 1.61 has with a human heart she coexists within the hearts of men and gods.
If you think you have read enough of my stuff, I have heard there is a ton more. I am currently hard at work on a book.
It is far too much for a single person to write. I could not believe it. No one would believe me anyway, but I do not
really care. One day it will all be done, and I will let you see how it is all put together.
Inside two covers held by infinity and answers to all questions. I loved my mother.
:: 09.09.2021 ::
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