the walkway across the bride dear?
we can stop mid-way to watch the
ducks float by as this day does
“Yes dear, let’s do dear.”
We stood. Mid-way and watched
the ducks and emerald-eddies
paint the moment forever within
our Hearts.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
why is night comforting
to lost souls
why evening rains feel
so lonely
i do not know
i do not know
the beautiful Sun
knows my name
the moon too beneath
everglade
why is life so painful
so burning
i do not know
i do not know
:: 07.28.2020 ::
the GOD is a VAMPIRE
we hold up our skin
even now i know i suppose
i chose all the coal to burn
the memories away i still feel
i am sane burning everything
…can you fake it?
for just one more show
(i want to change for you)
do you feel even now: sane?
THIS trick is our DESIRE
i suppose i am cold like this
choice to kill all the rats within
their cages. No one will ever be
SAFE safe! SAFE!!!!!!
:: 07.217.293 Tell me i ;am the
only oNE— the CHOSEN ONE
;; 07.27.2020 ::
the world is SICK and it is
not COVID-19.
The world is sick and it is
loss of Love
i fell down many steps breaking
my mouth and knees
– felt the sharp sword of
angry hearts.
For they were never loved.
Oh love, oh love come unto
us all. Bleeding deeply.
:: 07.27.2020 ::
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i found two feet walking along a shoreline called Mississippi River and there was not a breeze or sound: the world was frozen. Blue ice.
So i began my journey there.
found colors, notes and feelings,
a catfish caught on a line; i saw
the water and skies moving gently
across my soul; this i did and i
had no feelings — it was spectacular
to view. Caught out of time and wonder
-ing what love could ever be as this.
i am not wishing. I am not granting.
I am not human. I am not anything you
can comprehend. I am alone.
Alone.
No audience needed. I write for myself.
:: 07.27.2020 ::
EARTH screaming
screaming all day
all weeks all months
and years –eons
Soul into meat —
oooooooh! shorter
so now shine oh yea
way down inside Life
became Man and Woman
we receive all the
gifts as dealers >
so forget the goodtimes
and pick up your knees
for the flooding bleed
We are the Horror
we are the mirror
we are the sacrificed
spirits of a ghost world.
:: 07.26.2020 ::
today
i found a shard of bleeding
happiness
so this Sunday Morning
i shouted, ‘so happy i found out
how i worried for no thing’ so
sorry so are you –> several days
before i found God. i felt okay
it’s so okay on this sunny morning;
we light our candles and find God.
:: 07.26.2020 ::
silent is a screaming mouth
no one hears: emptiness
a volume of vomit upon the
audience-mass. But, LISTEN:
the music still plays.
gentle tonal colors
and red edges of Life
does this music speak of–
LIFE.
:: 07.26.2020 ::
A heatwave visited today carried by winds and star tears; it touched me.
A vanilla taste warned amygdala as I was cycling back from hill country
away from dust beasts that live beyond the wooden bridge near the
dried out lakes of lost souls.
That infernal star dropped across the horizon and bounced from Dallas
to San Antonio leaving burn prints like dots begging for carbon pressed
lines between death and destruction.
I almost made it home but the star tears started to fall and such power
is resistant to prayers and dreams.
As they fell the Earth opened up like onion paper against a furnace.
I forget everything at that moment.
forever.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
MET the Light that beats down my face
a splice of time & space and twelve elders
when they came the women fainted and livestock too
— oh . Whoa. My faith grew unto a forest
of gentle green to kill their unholy kind : we’ve
been blind: there’s no denying
Oh! yea! i’ve been crying.
— walking all i see the sun
just the sun of ‘in my eyes’
its sane/as i scream these
razor eyes\ come find me come
find me — ooooooh now.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
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