Down went the bare-assed Sun
UP came the silver cock Moon
devouring light and eating
the twilight desert of that
insatiable monster that is
Between her thighs.
:: 10.13.2021 ::
Down went the bare-assed Sun
UP came the silver cock Moon
devouring light and eating
the twilight desert of that
insatiable monster that is
Between her thighs.
:: 10.13.2021 ::
SERIOUSLY LOVED that one, too.
i loved more than the heavens
and dirth. Than any deranged
brilliant animal stuck upon
Earth.
Is she. That, within my heart.
:: 10.13.2021 ::
SEXY untouchable woman
in her silk nun’s habit
One praying for God
the Other praying for Her
stuck her tongue in my mouth
while prostate i prayed
i creamed within my heavenly
prayers. She screamed.
:: 10.13.2021 ::
IN anguish i am alive. As we are whenever
a tear drop has always meant. Fiery and
at times absolute coldness – of all
recorded time and as our yesterdays have
confounded minds always forward toward
a dusty death of revelation.
Always (sometimes?) told by a poet full of
anguish and unrequited love —
that which signifies Nothingness.
:: 10.13.2021 ::
TEARS
. . . . . . TEARS // fear dreaming tonight
/-/ how my eyes drain these watery rivers
of aching fearing dreams tonight sleeping
i knew. ….oh dear my loving light
i wondered : \ : when as a baby i knew
how you held me. As you whispered within my
little ear, “you are my love always and forever
and as always.”
I believe your voice in my little darkness.
Mother.
:: 10.10.2021 ::
THE armies of nations move forward and the women
with their babies — fear.
The Light of my last night from a window with
my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing: I shave a last time
while she sleeps requires no more tears — no more fears.
i feel the heat of a sun down the road; orders and marching boots into the womb
of death so i say the light of my last night with silent screams and no more tears
. None. Mouth of steel and AI mind eats human flesh today — listen,
tired hearing you scream: no time to talk about my love. I can EAT
your memories if you walk into my path — save yourself. How the world
became this WORLD IS DEAD. Hide within shadows and hate yourself.
Listening to mourning souls like you makes you my prisoner — like a
turtle finding the ocean. Pray for God’s mercy if it makes you feel
human but feeling sorry makes you meat and soul now; the machines
eat and you should never give in to them.
rEASON with humans and hearts –> refuse machines.
:: 08.04.2020 ::
FLESH MACHINE
THE armies of nations move forward and the women
with their babies — fear.
The Light of my last night from a window with
my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing: I shave a last time
while she sleeps requires no more tears — no more fears.
i feel the heat of a sun down the road; orders and marching boots into the womb
of death so i say the light of my last night with silent screams and no more tears
. None. Mouth of steel and AI mind eats human flesh today — listen,
tired hearing you scream: no time to talk about my love. I can EAT
your memories if you walk into my path — save yourself. How the world
became this WORLD IS DEAD. Hide within shadows and hate yourself.
Listening to mourning souls like you makes you my prisoner — like a
turtle finding the ocean. Pray for God’s mercy if it makes you feel
human but feeling sorry makes you meat and soul now; the machines
eat and you should never give in to them.
rEASON with humans and hearts –> refuse machines.
:: 08.04.2020 ::
THE armies of nations move forward and the women
with their babies — fear.
The Light of my last night from a window with
my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing: I shave a last time
while she sleeps requires no more tears — no more fears.
i feel the heat of a sun down the road; orders and marching boots into the womb
of death so i say the light of my last night with silent screams and no more tears
. None. Mouth of steel and AI mind eats human flesh today — listen,
tired hearing you scream: no time to talk about my love. I can EAT
your memories if you walk into my path — save yourself. How the world
became this WORLD IS DEAD. Hide within shadows and hate yourself.
Listening to mourning souls like you makes you my prisoner — like a
turtle finding the ocean. Pray for God’s mercy if it makes you feel
human but feeling sorry makes you meat and soul now; the machines
eat and you should never give in to them.
rEASON with humans and hearts –> refuse machines.
:: 08.04.2020 ::
October darkness without a moon
a winterless space within hearts
what dreamy spine against thick
sunset nights.
perceiving fingers upon a piano
crying notes and cascading centrifugally
expecting silly — clumsily thumbs.
oh, e.e. how you enter thisMIND of mine:
“i feels so lonely fer duh good oledays we
spentin’18 kicking duh gutsouta dem
doity foreaters an humpin duh swell janes on…”
My waving floating blue fin tuna eyes —
hook and flotsam death.
It really bust be Nice. never to
have no body or imagination) never to never
wonder about guys you used to( and them
slim hot queens with damn next to nothing.
loving skin and soul and lips a kissin’
the sun and moons beyond our imaginations.
Oh how time and space and in between we
gore the pleasant feelings of flesh-life;
living just a small moment here and now.
Praise!
I did it!
TO STEAL THE light
that child i am, so!
[lay] i did for me.
and myself? cried.
Did you feel the rivers?
i fed it my happy tears
drowsing water inside a
deep throat! and me/my
child-me ran we did! Upon
as ghosts upon field of
my dreams and life smelled
like daddy and mama clothes
clean: wind-swept dried
souls now dead.
TODAY I saw creation in that act of submission
with my human hands / a crafted answer
– did I do
not of God’s-breath nor cosmic fire-brew
but through passion a deeply–passion dew
my works of art, alive!
A life longer than my own
my love, to you I give
what is love if not art than
only my simple beating heart.
October darkness without a moon
a winterless space within hearts
what dreamy spine against thick
sunset nights.
perceiving fingers upon a piano
crying notes and cascading centrifugally
expecting silly — clumsily thumbs.
oh, e.e. how you enter thisMIND of mine:
“i feels so lonely fer duh good oledays we
spentin’18 kicking duh gutsouta dem
doity foreaters an humpin duh swell janes on…”
My waving floating blue fin tuna eyes —
hook and flotsam death.
It really bust be Nice. never to
have no body or imagination) never to never
wonder about guys you used to( and them
slim hot queens with damn next to nothing.
loving skin and soul and lips a kissin’
the sun and moons beyond our imaginations.
Oh how time and space and in between we
gore the pleasant feelings of flesh-life;
living just a small moment here and now.
Praise!
:: 09.28.2021 ::
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