SWEET faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weep
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rises kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it full
of the power of light
to feed my wither
soul
“The blood is the life!” she kept repeating in one of her more melancholy moods.
“The blood is the life.”
One morning, The Baron lost a finger during a sword practice.
He knew instantly what it was.
He quickly grabbed his sword and prepared himself for the oncoming stampede.
The Baron desperately asked for a priest to come and put the finger back.
The Baron, at that moment, felt he must know a way to get back his lost finger.
The Baron’s badger, as he is named, knew of a way to put the finger back and give the Baron the use of it again. It was the way to get back at Elspeth.
The Baron started to practice his routine in the morning, at noon, and then again at night.
After a few days of practice, the Baron’s badger noticed a change in The Baron’s behavior.
It appeared as if he was under the power of the ring.
For the first time in his life, The Baron was performing and caring about what he was doing.
For the first time in his life, The Baron had a goal to be achieved and felt he was a man who deserved to have a sword at his side.
On the sixth day, The Baron attacked Elspeth.
She fled to her bed, screaming as she passed out of pure fear.
The Baron knew that she wouldn’t wake up again.
The Baron was angry.
Elspeth’s quick recovery from the kiss earlier in the day was a dark sign.
The Baron asked for no more amorous interruptions.
“I demand a wedding ring!” The Baron growled as he fought off the rest of the band.
The Baron defeated every band member, destroyed the bar, and spent the rest of the evening stripping the bodies of all valuables and firewood.
The Baron did not return home until morning.
The Baron had a plan.
The servant.
The servant realized that he was being manipulated by a ring.
He knew if he went to The Baron, the Baron would never wear the ring again.
And the Baron would never play piano again.
:: 09.21.2022 ::
OUR minds are concocted by Machines
those who control space and time/
the incredible magicians of old age
and our government is corrupt
We are trapped in the belly of
the monster called civilization
and the machine is bleeding to death.
Our time has now come to pass.
And we are to see reality.
The many millions of suicides
are now beginning /out of sight\
our animal tendency is one that requires
a sense of humanity. But the many
screams are carried by a dark wind
that blows : there is no government
but the radio is on. We are bleeding
to death and the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are unlit.
It was a moment when the buildings
fell down while mother’s clutched their
babies and fathers fought the faceless
enemies of evils spirits.
The world had forgotten.
There is a devil.
And he is worst than men.
:: 09.18.2022 ::
One dimly-seen sunset to the next…
And all will be well, then.
Let me hear the sound of my voice
And it will be O
O you’ll wake up dead…
And I’ll sit looking through the red door,
A clock on its delicate stand…
It will be there on Christmas morning,
You will go on your knees and pray,
As the clock chimes four.
Then the doors will open once more.
And you’ll go to the altar,
Then I’ll show you my body,
And my spirit,
Like the thing of hell itself,
A hairy thing, rotten…
You’ll feel you’ve come to a place…
That’s different.
To have your spirit stopped,
As it presses against the bed,
Is worse than death…
And your hands will feel a ghastly little thing,
You’ll think, oh, god…
Then suddenly…
You’ll feel yourself,
Like you’ve always been,
Like I was,
Like I’ve been in my whole life
And the sea…
Let me hear the sound of my voice,
And it will be O
O you’ll wake up dead.
:: 09.13.2022 ::
THE WORLD is beside me
eating my dreams
the footsteps of souls
wet from wept tears
forever my unwritten story
cowered scribe inside
destroying all god’s light
becomes dry dirt
and lost eversecent
words.
My collapsed heart.
:: 09.13.2022 ::
I feared a thing untold unseen! That thing I feared within my mind!
A thing too, seen? Split by half in such unknowns AS I strove to know
what i must. Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!
Imperfect thoughts rolled from higher ground to low!
Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tried to stitch the past
when love was good! But life ran beyond the needle and instead stitched time
within my soul! I, cry. Oh crave to mind my own peace but thoughts
came into my mind.
Oh father! Toward my hands I give you my Spirit! Oh Father! forgive me.
i am a flesh creation weeping for the last time. So fractured in suicide.
Queen! dead! King of Life. Jesus embrace us and all our dirty skin
please forgive us for our transgressions.
Father! Mother! weakness Evil!
Fire! Birth! Life! Into my heart you have burned and taken love from my spirit
while i weep for those weaker who never knew ~~~ imperfect thoughts
And quietly heaven’s angels wept. As all creation.
Dying is righteous. If we leave flesh and blood.
:: 09.09.2022 ::
Hush now and close your eyes
how i know you wish for life
how i hope you agree with me
now young heart so flower-like
tender fields of wished dreams
how i wish you dreamed as me
that clouds are pillows
oceans tears of joy
mountains like resolve
rest in peace
and remember what you said
“just give love to all.”
It’s what you showed me.
Just give love to all.
:: 09.09.2022 ::
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,__
what sentient life is
But tell me love is enjoyable
For untold dead dream
and us, the living wish
to know
That goal is not death within
a grave but that flesh and bone
to leave us alone
Ascending towers with enjoyment
and never sorrow
to dust we leave behind legacies
and act, that each to-morrow
__find us farther away
from this dreadful Dream we
call ‘life.’
That continued existence.
:: 09.08.2022 ::
Left life ? then again
in a shadow i dreamed
i touched your hair
Inside a castle
Once a knight i dreamed
then cancelled all flight
staying here for you statue
Summer dream deep inside
solid winter mud i stayed
listening to the creep
of time ten thousand fold
only to dig out upon
the land ~~~ Gorgo! Is one
name but call me Medusa :
within living venomous snakes in place
of hair. Turn to stone turn to stone
if I have no love for you
| you wish upon that star — why is
it you never cared? ~~~ you turn
(in universal mind) to stone____
never tell me what to do!
:: 09.08.2022 ::
HEARD the dust speak behind a whore house
full of women loving bondage men
wild cards play out with king of hearts
spade of Queen
fetus between knees
Pluto, Scorpio the 8th house.
how stupid & contagious
dark relations
screaming hello
and karma! Fame of life.
Talented and sure
talent praised for a time
In a life time by generations
Kendra-Trikona! Hello oh hello.
Singing over lips
M-E-P-P-R-I-C-T is the hymn of the lord.
May all the cosmos around & behind us
answer & be answered by the whole universe
where’s our Sun?
Hum-a-p-o-o-l-a-t-c-r-i-n-e-s
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