WITHIN MY head
all alone
within my heart
i bleed.
Then again,
we dream to
live and die
all over again.
IN all the world
and universe
we scream again
singing screaming
IN all my life
i never knew a
voice like ours
you hold my cold hand
and so we go so far
so far away
so far so far away
it leaves the living
cold and somewhat dead.
and the weak and begging
ask for a handout
and say it’s been so far
and long since I’ve know
kind love.
:: 11-03-2017 ::
BORN into a fire
as loud as cannon
fire
Declared DEAD before
the message of urgency
Kissing memories
holding insides
between swearing words
and all this pain
is a pentance for
this end; of loving you
of living you.
Dirt, blood, guts, and
bravery so biblical
and angels weep but
devils laugh so this
is the end? Is this
the end?
I wash away I wash away
this evil within my heart.
I kiss the end between
her lips and sing …
“Undeclared victory is
empty spaces inside your
heart ; tomorrow is strange
and history we cannot remember
is full of war and dying words”
\this is not the end/
Wash away! I declare an
emergency of urgency ~
your love is hallow and
empty like false dreams!
Watch me Watch Me Watch Me
FADE AWAY!
:: 11-04-2017 ::
THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say:
“I don’t care — I(can’t
)won’t so go away go away
–> so i am he has you
are we and we are together:
see how they run from spirit
–>so we die.
Sitting upon a
rock with burning sun in a
smiling walrus face and so
pretty are the Souls ; crying.
Pulled up to a TigerMart
searching cigarettes and
black tongue tar pit lips:
Left my .357 inside my Mind
and asked for Silver label.
Don’t walk upon my Soul bitch
so self-assured: i am one
man who has gone his own way
IF a lifetime is lonely but
without freeze-brain stupid
flesh knees: “yes, yes, yes,
oooooh yes” I wasn’t once
convinced: the vagina must
be slain. Must be bled
once and for all.
:: 11-04-2017 ::
One __>
SteP
Two-3-four
the sky
SHOUTS!
What…
…love
MORE
for now–|
HEY!
IF you come
around here
just forget
— no more
love forgives
<stop>
giving up!
just forget
— no more
Oh love oh my
(HEY!) how
the fabric sings
— no more
fire with ice
makes water
like tears
and Love,
the Universe
; it’s feelings
and smiles and
heart-broken
love.
:: 10-19-2017 ::
IF one thing is certain
for love:
WE know how it goes:
I cannot forget you,
the kiss of expectation,
that when and if we touch;
|to meet finally and to know
skin as skin is meaning
the voice of tender thunder
AND if i should ever touch
by autumn at my Soul, as if
i have touched the moment
of my own Death.
AND if you should forget
the unfathomable then i may
never forget you.
IF long yards of snow or
dirt or mud are forbidden
by your horse and cart
i shall lift my heart
and will seek another
spot easier for you
And IF you believe by heart
and soul and spirit we
are One as I my Love then
with implacable sweetness,
as each morning sun and
waning moon feel you are
destined for me.
:: 10-19-2017 ::
WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM
WE interrupt this program to bring you…
*…It’s burst into flames! Get this, Charlie; get this, Charlie! It’s fire…
and it’s crashing! It’s crashing terrible! Oh, my! Get out of the way, please!
It’s burning and bursting into flames and the… and it’s falling on the mooring mast.
And all the folks agree that this is terrible; this is the worst of the worst catastrophes
in the world. Oh it’s… [Unintelligible] its flames… Crashing, oh!
Four- or five-hundred feet into the sky and it… it’s a terrific crash, ladies, and gentlemen.
*All we have to Fear is Fear itself
*From Dallas Texas, The Flash apparently
official, President Kennedy died at
1:00 PM central standard time,
2:00 EST, some 38 minutes ago…
*Houston, the Eagle has landed…
We are defined by tragedy. The moment between calm and calamity.
Whether it be personal interactions or as a whole of humanity.
Let us never forget that thread of moment where we all come together!
:: 10-19-2017 ::
i loved-like love the Spirit of our Heads
standing tall upon the stalk of a neck
seeing colors unknown; feeling feelings
like boiling heat –> and that boiling
stench is the others who are always lost
||||| i am never between 2
walls ||||| and the face like a sky
looks down and calls my name and i hear
my Soul scream
the beetle has it’s dung; the famous
have their money, but no one is anyone
like i am so Spirit of this Universe
come and won’t you come and teach us
the secrets of all.
:: 10-13-2017 ::
MY council of twelve: is not her mind
like the glint of precious stone?
Unshaped by this era of time oh her soul!
and by your magnificient mercy, for me.
The voice of so many tumulteous nights;
her hands; hair as braided by angels
her constitution is testimony to God’s
greatness.
whether storms
or perfect days cool and kilted
I am perfected constantly by her love
while within all my life and confusion
her arm and hand slips inside it all
and i am deeply delighted by the feeling
of her feathers and soft breasts upon
my heart — a special moment always
in pregnant delight by the Great Sun
within her future’s womb.
:: 10-13-2017 ::
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