SO kill me. HATE ME.
say how much you love me
BEE cause i’m weak.
HATE me
and so you waste me
and my name // SO YOU
are the only One
are the only whore
who hates me \\
so don’t kiss me
or rave how you love
to hate me or love me
cause we’re dead.
And hell is full
and busy with lost
thoughts of the dying!
So r ape m e.
:: 01-11-2017 ::
Leave me (go away)
Left a note upon the table
read it below my scars
Why’d you leave the tears
of your trusting eyes (all within
the suicide-trust heart of my
bleeding eyes?)
And here is another ode of loving
written for where angels die
WITHIN the town square there is
a well where, well –young people
go to die a beautiful crying suicide
DIE! DIE! DIE!
AND last night within a warm coat
of a beautiful moon light you grabbed
a brush and applied all the feelings
where perfect angels die
Made your lips and eyes so perfect
In all your self-righteous love
And left the key to your heart
upon a table where many fingers
rush to die . . .
IT’S not death that makes suicide
but the reason of a righteous suicide
it’s where perfect angels go to hide
Father! Mother! Mother! Father!
Brother! Sister! Friend! Why
do you forsaken me when I have you
all within my heart — it’s almost
perfect except I never heard the
voice of God.
:: 12-02-2015 ::
Saturday was a good day so kicked off my shoes
and ran through the sand along Pensacola beach
Sadder days are like broken billboards yeah
along the promenade of empty streets
I listen to my radio and shut you out
I seem to be the only one who walks alone
I took a swim inside me and the ocean joined
sea turtle spread it’s fins and pushed
away the water to move like i walk alone
on the streets of broken billboards along the
promenade of my mind
Sometimes I know I am the convulsed mind of
of my moon across the ocean
ugh, fill my microscopic heart with (black tiny
things where a large beach crosses) and my voice
is mimicking my dead heart so dull my senses
delirium!
:: 09292015 ::
THERE, the hunger! When (sometimes i
never wish them) TH0UGHTS are born
i open my mouth to DEVOUR THE WORLD
in all it’s strange tastes || the how
is less strange as why –> ghosts like
me! I am the rare paranormal flesh
that sees and feels since I once read
the Book of Knowledge (elseWhere) and it
burned my brain and soul in the Akashic
Library — the garden is beautiful and the air
has music within it’s space and light is living
and souls sprout up from the ground like children
grinning for a kiss!
:: 07-18-2015 ::
IS then, that love
by gorgeous heart
begin when furnace
burns as stars
if then, that smile
by largest mouth
turns the tide of
all seaside towns
(their homes lit
to reflect light
upon the undulating
wishes of some Soul)
waves! Sound is salty
within my mouth dear;
but a tongue speaks
fresh-watered kisses
and jelly-fish are
hard upon the shores
speaking of how they
once danced in liquid
–love? Yes my dear
yours are soft and
still swimming upon
this embrace between
beating hearts! The
ocean sings tonight!
:: 07-18-2015 ::
i removed myself today from focused pain
(a thing that’s so real) and heavy days
are over so i believe(d) with pale tender
white feet walking over a road
strewed with shards of reflecting memories
like my empire of thoughts
:all dirt leaving me alone
in a soul of colored pride
beneath the stains of time
and eating — like someone
who goes all like everyone
i’ve ever known, goes away –>
beating sound within my
chambered chest full of
earth’s old timid grace!
you wished to make me whole
And your tears past before
a splashy muddy mouth in
the river of my own life
:whatever i’ve become is
exulting,gentle love
in the end…
:: 07-18-2015 ::
THERE IS something
approaching ‘i’
without fOr M
it is without name or address
but has scorn
then, too so i do, scorn so then
again maybe friend
and N OT FOE!
Approach it does each breath
and beat of weeping heart
:: P R O S E ::
there! My dearest friend –>NO!
IT IS ALL I AM!
:: 07-10-2015 ::
the oceans are rising
not so surprising since
i first met you
an arctic heart land-locked
killed all the penguins
now i have no suit to wear
polar bear hates how you
burn and melt all ice
even though you’re all
a glacier-soul dipped
inside my bourbon drink
freeze! freeze! on
my scarred knees!
it’s kind’a soothing how
you sue me with your
ways it’s so comforting
to be insane ~~ insane!
you carry within your
ash-burned purse twenty
pieces of silver
the Judas of broken-hearts
:: 07-06-2015 ::
and i don’t think i know
you and who are you?
who are you? beauty,
bravery, brilliance
brutality ~ can i say
i don’t know cause i
never saw your face
and when i sleep at night
who are you?
courage, curiosity and
dedication?
~ i got determination
and ego and you show elegance
and enthusiasm
maybe envy let’s
leave EVIL outside
fear, generosity, goodness
graciousness and a lick
from a popsicle on hot
days like these and who
are you? who are you?
wishing honesty, honor,
hope and humility
and who are you?
who are you?
:: 07-05-2015 ::
:: 07-05-2015 ::
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