it was 1493 when i, the little boy, ventured across
the hills toward Anchiano.
there i was found being thirsty and asked an old
man for water. He was Leonardo da vinci — he
said. My father taught me how to fight: my mother,
how to be gracious for a kind gesture.
i had never met a soul as him and he showed me
a painting and some notes. Asked if I was schooled.
No. Just in life to survive i replied.
Thanking him i left behind a remarkable
soul.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
it begins so quietly
– the softest breeze
from Avalon; the gentlest
words by Cleopathra /
the aching rocks
of Earth and her birth
pain. this Spirit
only moved by pure LOVE
we have FORGOTTEN
WHAT WE ARE.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
the giant RABBIT stood staring at my shoes (of
all things) . I cleared me voice, “Hello mister GIANT
rabbit…” its whiskers twitching.
The air was thicker than gossamer and a faint hint
of ethereal music over the hills, over the clouds and
the tears of my delight.
Finally (as I was holding my own breath) the giant RABBIT
spoke:
“Do you like celery?” without hesitation i said,
“Yes oh yes, of course!” I followed and eventually
ate many acres of not just celery but carrot.”
:: 07.25.2020 ::
i dream sometimes — i dream
of expansive fields
of flowery love where fear
does not exist is what i
sometimes dream: i dream
i woke up within this dream
and could do anything my spirit
and heart wish’d : i wish to
be within expansive fields of
flowery love where fear does
not exist is what i sometimes
dream.
i dream.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
………………..thunder………………….magic………………..lightning………………..
…………..opened gaPING MOUths of small wonders ||||||
hiding and running /death ensues\ painting and scribbling prose……………..
are the little thoughts of BEING .:} MEAN IS THIS HEART IF FUCKED WITH….(disclaimer)
I saw a light within the crack of the SKY
staring into my Soul within the blink of an EYE
THE hat man within the dark will bring h is check
(never talk with strangers) s TRANGER daNGER
no more tears 0–> EATING TOXIC GAS …
the mouth goes on to say : IT BEGINS
no singular eye can watch my (screaming) MOVES:
NO MORE TEARS
NO MORE TEARS NO MORE TEARS
:: 07.24.2020 ::
I
INTO briefness so ARGUNENT
I HELD onto the rope of Life;
strenuous briefness was i
diverging & opposite view:
then the universe grew.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
WHETHER a windmill
or a Thought
does not concern
the Soul.
The wind mills
about until told
how to perform.
is nature
and weather of
any human heart.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
IF i shall never hear a note again
what of my vision — a forest calls
but no sound/ i, the failure, of
all that is nature and of words.
so must my mouth SCREAM
but my head hears not [even the
blacksmith striking his anvil]
so i am the deaf poet
that shall never hear my own words\
locked inside a cedar box for all
seasons.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
BLOOD AGAINST CHROME
So packed my bag and left home
i was so pissed at them
i decided to comfort people ;
to learn about the poison apple
and found their voice withing a
vacumm liquid from my lower ex-
tremities….. eating bugs &
writing words of expression i
came across a mental ward of
society called Humans ||| i had
no-thing too (yeah at them ||| they
were madder than an aborted baby)
oh baby there’s a gift card for
you all within Heaven and i am your
pupil of nasty decaying flesh
but our hearts are more: valiant
students move onward
–>so elated i became everything
they taught about life and poison
apple and all fruit-meaning
ALL BANANAS
:: 07.23.2020 ::
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