MoMA i cannot give my children
away ||| the walls are lonely
crucifixes — flatSURFACES making
tears |/and\| resurgence of
ways i have died. ‘ Simply ‘ is
no word that exists in this
universe, dear. And infinity are
spaces between whole numbers;
ONE s t retched in2 a hope
of reaching outside the caveBONED
life of souls my dear. We only
have each other and my heart
aches i cannot feel any longer
than this:
*
i love you, too.
:: 07-01-2018 ::
I couild allow the night
to smother me
but what’ll I do
in the morning?
(you’ll see)
But I’ll keep the flower
within me
the flower
within me
Now and then it’s a struggle
to see, now now
Now I sometimes
just don’t know
then I’ll see a morning’s
sunrise so brilliant
and see
and away
all the pain
so I keep caring for
caring for the flower within me
It’s what I do but it may be wrong
whether rain or sunshine
it’s all nuturing
like all of life ~
So I keep the flower,
I keep the flowers
alive inside of me
all inside of me
:: 06-23-2018 ::
A beautiful dream last night while i was walking overTHERE.
My name was unknown to me and my feet had a small inkling
of where they had traveled within my past.
It was blissful.
i walked into a white marbled room that contained a bench
made of unfulfilled wishes; the ceiling gently weeping
the softest tears of love toward me. My soul was drenched
in hope.
On the wall in front of me was a most beautiful painting
framed within amethyst and the colors were otherworldly
and breathtaking.
Upon waking i went to my easel and picked up my brush
but soon realized our world does not possess such colors
and even if so there is not a single soul that could
comprehend that angelic spectrum of a higher rainbow.
I wish to sleep.
Again.
:: 06-01-2018 ::
Last night gravity broke down and today
my toilet refuses to acknowledge a
fundamental rule: the push of God’s gaze
should make the toilet water flush away
all of my worse fears and physical
burdens.
It hasn’t and likely will never.
Lifting the cosmic lid and adjusting
the lever of proposition gives me
some hope — gravity apparently
has a terrible temperment when shit
tries to float down hill.
:: 06-01-2018 ::
scream your thoughts
into the void
and bring some flowers
crowned in thorns
and hold your thoughts
for the parade
of sad mannequins
they all limp forward
toward the grave
and all i know
and all i pray
and all i see
is a forever now
and all i taste
and all i feel
and all i do
is live forever now
and the weight of flesh
is best held in contempt
and the worst of us
is the best of all
and it’s always been
so it always will be
and to taste a smile
is the flavor of life
so pray so beg so needed
and today of all days
is the forever now
the forever now
forever now
now.
:: 06-01-2018 ::
i hear a shadow walking towards the light
in all amazement i feel tonight is the
deepest of all the darkness
and in all the suffocating intention
i miss the sun but love the moon
its everything i was raised for this night
i was snared when so ruined
begged forgiveness but knew
there’d be no mercy for what
was brewing
One thing is holy
among the ruin
one thing is evil
among the beauty
And i’ll tell you
over lunch tonight
I’ll show you love
I’ll show you ruin
I’ll show you heartache
in all that’s brewing
within me this night //
:: 05-30-2018 ::
may i rest my heart upon your petal?
yes my dear yes you could
and would you kiss my soul
to make it better?
that i can my love yes i would
now i see how i see i said
your heart is the sun
within my skies
and you, my love are my love
as sunrise’s light a brilliant trumpet!
as midday silver striking steel
and sunset’s flushed orange kiss!
so may i rest my head
upon your petal?
yes my love yes you can!
:: 05-27-2018 ::
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