In my office there is this guy
who can’t keep his hands
off of me; a brush on my leg
a touch upon my shoulder
a hand on my arm; I am
not too sure what repulses
me more — my fascination
of this repulsive feeling or
that he is a man and married
and I, a guy!
05-14-2015 ::
WiDE white spaces of prose
l i k e c old
m o u ths in s now
ate my tender
s o u l
and no/w i real ized
the fire within my mind
and drew sufficed
itself and satisfied flakes
some too fragile for
winter winds___
Crystal reflects my smile;
when she falls upon me!
:: 10232015 ::
The World is a Monster.
the secret destroyer
eats you all the same
desires and blood
is the game ~
From blame to blame
From sorrow to sorrow
we can’t fake it
no more
From darkness to darkness
and Death lies on Earth
The Land, the Water, the Earth,
the Birds and Animals,
And Man – the Land, the Water, the Earth,
the Birds and Animals,
And Man – like the Wings of Love
the Kingdom of the Earth Is a Prison
Under dying Souls.
To never be saved.
:: 02.01.2022 ::
0
i am t h e
l i tt le voice SCREAMING in deepest despair.
a little sparrow spoke to me from light years away. Singing Earth’s
songs. She perched upon an Oak Tree within my yard light years away.
I felt the wind upon my cheeks. The world now I am in is light years
away from h ome. I felt every corner of Earth. And our people.
When one is so far away from home you realize how much we are One.
The explorer i am.
I hear the planets known and unknown ; they have a song they sing
my control board records and it is more than what any human can comprehend.
A dot among dots in a universe of dots. Connected.
We are the turtles crawling toward the ocean. To survive!
Once hatched we know the Ocean is our Home.
struggles and tears and fear and trying until death.
As salmon. Spawning.
So dangerous but so beautiful is LIFE AND LOVE.
:: 02.04.2021 ::
oh yeah — here we go now:
would’a –>
should’a –>
could’a –> BUDDAH!
Who prays to the past
if you wanted it that way?
i think if any love is good
oh oh oh — she had big eyes
to meet that kind’a man you’ll
never forget so you ain’t seen
nothing yet ||
who takes your heart away
i Say i had it coming to me
::::: any love is good loving :::::
so took the fruit and said /// oh
oh oh baby be’be’be baby
TOOK me to the DOCTOR and he said
“any love is good.”
i say you ain’t seen nothing yet
no no no
////God says any good Love is Good Love\\]
so she took me with her big eyes.
Here’s something you’ll never forget cause
you ain’t seen nothing yet girl.
:: 02.22.2021 ::
i touched your leaf
then ran away
and some of you
came home with me
parasitic plant
how i feel
is how you see
a blade of grass
without a leaf
a buried soul
within a root
a beating heart
inside the tissue
of a vine
i’m blown away
all because of you
And by your method
you germinate
as my soul abdicates
releasing myself
inside your life
lovely hungry
parasitic plant
:: 01.10.2022 ::
BENEATH my adoration
i see you my whore
the one who is dying
runs to hide living
under the skirt of
unseen skies
No one sees this mystery
like a headstone within
a forgotten graveyard
rare as the fennec beyond
a mirage and golden leaf lard
as sacred memories fill my
pockets with destroyed evening’s
stars
lavation
:: 01.10.2022 ::
LIGHT police shine on me
oh karma died yesterday
and now like daisies
you know…
Oh come on arrest my head
and make me feel criminal
— is this what we get
this is what we need
what we get when we dream
all inside our lonely heads
Comma, english police yea
rest inside the casket i
placed you within:
this is what you get when
you mess with love.
i’m all by myself
all by myself with words
i love and create in prose
how i lost myself within you.
the only poetry i love is
what i write to you.
:: 09.03.2021 ::
DROPPING from the sky as a rain drop
i feel so good dropping from my life
i feel so very alive and the skies weep
and my soul sings.
i don’t believe in your religions or hypocrisy
and i feel like a drop of pure rain
my Soul is bare
falling down into the soil & feeding a new
seed of a flower and i feel so good —
oh yeah.
Don’t take my photo until i’m born
and i don’t believe in your sanctitude
i don’t believe in your lies
and wonder what my parents think of
me now
To give a Soul for a Flower
A soul for a flower
yea.
:: 05.11.2021 ::
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