BRUISED LIGHT i am so sad that i never
gave but a few morsels to my art
just an afterthought
but these few bits fed me a light
that kept me alive .I am so sad to say
this. it hurts something more than
me. like my soul.
i bruise my light.
i choke deeply inside that i am so cheaply
sold on an idea. I am so low that I
could never even
walk in the shadows of others who gave
to art.
:: 04-10-2015 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII (Rev: 07-20-2016)A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII (Rev: 07-20-2016)
THE Smallest is a thing no name barely, just
echo memory. Just the same
Such a stain that still remains,
within my brain, the smallest thing;
fragmented memories.
of every THING i created with my
own Love__ i am a damned heart.
\
\
:: ~~~~~ ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII (Rev: 07-20-2016)
THE Smallest is a thing
no name barely, just
echo memory.
Just the same
Such a stain
that still remains,
within my brain,
the smallest thing;
fragmented memories.
of every THING i
created with my
own Love__ i am a
damned heart.
\
:: ~~~~~ ::
IT is ‘they” as we sold the sun and moon
and stars away — __ children laugh and forget
up or down autumn spring summer or NOW
if as though “anyone” or “anyhow” have lost
their heart crying sleep wake and hope.
Oh, they try to explain as ice & snow
they try to forget their pain
& now one can ever stoop to kiss their Souls
\as little as little/ as was is was and nothing
more they dream their sleep.
& no anyone more.
:: 05.07.2020 ::
It is clean to be honest
and if most gestures of
heart bring thee glee then
another perfect paragraph
exposed by fragility;
\Upon any Soul’s slightest
look: although i have closed
my heart as fingers touching
carefully the wish of My Life.
Suddenly
carefully within Me great
fragility___.
said “he.” As said, “She.”
:: 05.07.2020 ::
NOW by walking i heard myself
the head checking upon the
Voice __forgetting all the
Pain __ paving a silent way
to escape : from EveryHow,
AnyWho & EveryThing…
i almost stepped upon &
crushed an Insect — it’s head;
futuristic-florescent green
and Legs longer than any cat-
walk Life’s stride //you can
become the sound all around you
or love the Soul that is protected
by the Hand of God\\ allow yourself
to forget words my dearest reader:
everyOne goes crazy every moment.
:: 05.07.2020 ::
people dying dying lying //to make a buck
to keep the trust \\ — everybody talking
about G5, Gates and COVID in the eyes
in the sex in the air regulation meditation
–keep talking : if everyone says give
Peace a Chance — taste freedom behind
unlawful edicts — all we ar e saying
is give peace a chance.
What law are you breaking?
If we try to give Peace a Chance.
K E E P T AL KING
:: 05.07.2020::
TOO TASTE SPACELESS NOW
purple heart hazelnut eyes
a beautiful world
& how they all crawl
upon your skin: a nuclear
field /so i have never had
that much time…, feeling
brain-traffic as you fly
back into space-time; sweet
naughty girl my Emily D.
:: 05.03.2020 ::
That heart my butterfly!
Today I felt your wings
with the clasp-prose
of your loving Mind!
And we licked the pollen
sugar-lips of our souls
and flew off into
Life’s Unknown!
:: 08-23-2014 ::
rev: 05032020
HAVE you never
ever walk
-ed the edge of
fields so yellow
they smell of Gold?
–the wheat fields
of Vincent Van Gogh
he was a bastard
to most but greatly
to ‘self’ –>kill
the personality
but never the Art
nor the Soul
:: 04.29.2020 ::
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