With all the terror and peril which flow,
of earth and water and air and fire,
of sex and battle and madness,
of torrid vengeance, seduction, and deadly revenge,
Psyche lived to see the light of day,
And living in the light of the Pleiades,
While Mother Moon smiled on her,
Had with a human heart she coexisted,
With the hearts of men and gods.
If you think you have read enough of my stuff, I have heard there is a ton more. I am currently hard at work on a book. It is far too much for a single person to write. I could not believe it. No one would believe me anyway, but I do not really care. One day it will all be done, and I will let you see how it is all put together.
Why is there so much anger? I am not really sure. I think it is part of the very process. The soul must come to terms with its own pain. It must let go of the things of earth and of the very depths of pain. It must let go of what it thinks is the only thing it has ever known. It must let go of all that to come together to become a soul. This soul is not enough for one day. One year. One life. One lifetime. This is why so much is constantly hurt in the world. Sometimes these hurts are physical, like the blows that cause pain to one’s skin. Sometimes the wounds of the soul cause more damage. We destroy our hopes by killing our dreams. I do not want to destroy this work. It is part of me and of everything that I am. I will not allow anyone to destroy it. It will be the story of how the soul becomes a soul, and of how that soul will strive to preserve its beautiful state. Some of the things I have learned may be very little, but they are important. I have been in so much pain over so many years. I feel I have let people down by having so much pain, when the cause was not mine. So I let go of all of that and I know I will survive. This is all very heavy and not very uplifting, but it is true. This book, my spirit, my whole being has been in that place for so long that it has become my existence. It is really very hard to let go.
Now let me leave you with one last thought. If I am telling you this in the vain hope that you will be able to understand me, please realize that my goal is not to make you read what I write. My goal is to get you to read it. Please do so. My writing is not important. The only thing that I need is your time. The only thing that I need is your attention. You do not need to be interested in what I have to say. Just give me your time.
:: 02.01.2021 ::
MY body floats within effervescent veins
and blooms of fields by gold to fullest
fields of flowers;
by consciousness barely touching
the art of your essences
; i have only known a radiance of
this smile you project toward me–
it is the shimmering vision of
your lips and the softness of curves
that you are brighter than the
moon tonight; to hear the song
of your quiet tongue to taste the
tone of your beating heart dear:
and wreathed by the blossoms of
your tender breasts.
A LOVE SONG.
WHEN i meet you here; away from the
busy sound of life — when i vibrate
that no darkness can find it is of
one mind//ours\ that touches you
who can fathom the mystery ;?
no words no song no thoughts
just veiled eyes and unwritten
poetry is sent.
a high candelabrum held by our
hands and fingers: bent inward
in a passion of growing fields.
:: 10.11.2020 ::
To be far from sounds, cities, and horny ones,
i wrote colocasian:
which went un-noticed.
its dull honey-color tempted gods
and makes human souls sweat in heaves.
AND my beating heart makes a neon sign
as though it would make me stop from
wishing Merlot. the deep diver searching
for pearls or ancient shells.
Ghostly whispers wishing seas that
undulate heavenly songs a-flutter
through currant bushes of sea weed.
my heart and eyes:
paint the image upon my brain;
please; see me –>
as a slave to all, to admit no passerby
to adverse towns.
:: 08.12.2020 ::
AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within
would you — could you — accept
From death to dust and an urn?
Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared — could you?
And all the adjustments you made —
The new lover, what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole
within your heart?
A new baby but not from him —
the possibilities of a Return, some sweet
but mostly a hidden poison — you think
But in the end (their end) sprang
a new possibility!
You live your life as best you can.
Especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost
within the ground
…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the Light!
:: 01132016 ::
I PRAISED GOD — \ AND THE DEVIL!
SAID IT HAS more so i dropped the devil [
and all the people say and so MUCH more
yeah ya yeah yeah ha…! (listen(‘God
has so many many names and I AM
ONE who has read the book of LIFE
in the Bo0k of AKASHICK Re0ords
–< PRAISE GOD and I should droP
THE DEVIL too his knees
and I forget the frenzy and and I
love my brothers and my sisters
and love my brothers and sisters
I praise GOD
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