Tag Archives: #thoughts

Mourning Means Many Things

(…thin &       sometimes     –> t ALL     pouring hourglass rains                     Oh All!<– she’s all within my mind orsome-suchSilly paIN___it’s  killing me!   & the silverrain falls upon eloquence  with logic — ties me up and arrests me!)

becomes or became? What, if anything? Began a greater force known as Nature!

Morns as these –unseen–a
-part of this or that___ fluttering first caught my eyes Then my mouth i ate
the truth and spat out it for my own reality. Did i this. This i did.
–by date of breakfast–by miracles–and brides before___/|||\ we clibmed down
for apocalypse___worlds___floods____faint-by man-made device lost lives ___elapse
from sighing | Emily says,
“Faith–The Experiment of Our Lord.” Emily Dickinson (rest by eprobles)

Good evening
Good Morning

:: 10.12.2022 ::


By Love or by Might

        if by love or by might

             my love i'd fight     

               having you for 
                   life i would

THAT
if by might
giving within by
my love i’d fight

          if by love or by might

:: 10.11.2022 ::


Un Amor Imposible

beauty once was the creation of all
before and again once then ~~
bewitched me by love’s powers
i saw Love which has no skin
or blood nor body
t h e purest Love of All
. How exquisite!

:: 10.07.2022 ::


Deepest Fall

Gone away like a moonbeam that has only passed over me

Why did I not know that she had left me for good?

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

The wind is silent tonight. The stars shiver in the sky.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture

What does it matter that my love could not keep her?

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all.

Deepest Fall.

:: 120.07.2022 ::


Sip My Soup Alive

I’m butterfly with burning wings excommunicated customer in life
just space-age defender inside white hole moon lady ~~ just
monkey grown into man so  keep neurological thoughts
stuffed inside leather pouch and feed me media lies so i can
sleep at night

/ like the spirits who came before me \

All inside psychological energy outside wavelengths of spiritual
technology are the hearts of honesty

     One light loves music
     One light adores poetry
     All Souls love Life

Immeasurable pinpoints of feedback scream best and worst of life

Walking on the white beach i met the prophet of words and echoed
sounds inside a conche so we danced by a ocean fire eating
herbs that blew our minds

Hey you, big mover guide me to shelter cause you devour all the sex and sound
of voices

I think God has moved into a larger apartment to contain these thoughts
(i want amore) it’s shape is a tool, a device so divine — a savior
I look up toward skies, but my eyes burn.

i’m savoring kissing savior love it love it love me love it
suey suey suey sip my soup alive.

:: 07.10.2022 ::


Strange Claims Adjuster

My Sweet Lover of ages / the Strange Claims Adjuster
of mysterious poses \ within a world so cold
making pink ice cream ponies,
How we scream sometimes at each other and spit in
the frozen air /touch me if you will upon my stomach
where all butterflies are tied
up \ —-> i met the corner
with the skin of my soft hip
and sanguinolency masterbation
spread outward into the castle
where we went || deep inside
the body of our MIND
ABYSSOPELAGIC lust! Oh okay,
the next morning we went hunting
(after that funky time) for panacea.

She took me within her arms with
more than two eyes burning inside
(the lights went out) I fed her
special green grass and she sang,
“Taradiddle” oh wicked __ nikki.

I spoke a word, “
Mercy” but i could never buy my
Life back with any money ||

Kisses mellifluous while watching
syzygy align!~ We grind.

:: 07.03.2022 ::


GONZALES TEXAS

Slick side went bottom up inside
& Lenny spoke a word –> got shot for
speaking of the scene where we
lost the love and all the dough
inside a place called Gonzales, Texas.

Weiner beaner drove the car
seemed all the way to Saigon
until we meet the fuzz —
that’s 7.62 for all of you
not of the clan who kill ‘us
like hungry gorillas.

Saw the judge who makes faces
dramatic fellow who smokes
court recorder confessed
what a colossal mess of self-
delusion/soul transfusion\

Police officer on that scene
says, “Bewildered but so beautiful.”
Boy on a bicycle saw it all —

“Judge, i swear they were clowns
going to a party.”

And the one who holds a sickle
wearing all black without a face
smiled. He hid his .44 for mercy.

What more to say?

:: 05.29.2022 ::


TRUE SOURCE OF LIGHT

Spit.  When you die.  Last chest bump swizzle stick! Ghosts pull your feet out of bed —
vanish you like a magic trick / death takes you like a swizzle stick by the neck so low tech
by the heart how life vanishes you by words i stare through you like a high-ball or
cold bloody mary through the eye swizzle stick (little prick) the face in the mirror is all light
a trick bleeding (this story) how i infiltrated pride and ventilation with cyanide through mind
and brain /no antidote\ swizzle stick/ kiss your neck goes to the heart — stiff nipples ripple shirt
camel cool-aid toe wet through the eye aside makes doom tasty baby true | a true source of Light
what fools the heart might be true please…distort.

A telepresence of greed and affection.  This is the channel that makes metal scream.
Let it scream.

:: 05.29.2022 ::


TORTURE

SHE keeps moving all quietly
building her love all inside
her cabinet of spirits
she loves her appetite
eating dreams and all
her dreaming conversations
Hearing how time ticks how mouths
tock speaking loudly
She grew up old and now youthfully
dies waiting for Life.
Thinking how other lovers move on
she knows she’ll never be free
and that tortures her heart.
Knowing how her mind thinks she sighs
as sure as night is dark
and how day is bright
she finds her love
all inside her Soul tonight

:: 05.29.2022 ::


As a Poet I Could Not See

i saw what i was and wondered

lonely as a cloud when all at once

i tasted butter fields

That those who dance upon Stars into

longer line — along the bay the dance (by

the lake by the trees what twinkled always

a margin great) spiritually as ocean’s glee

how no poetry could foresee

the wealth that showed to me

whilst vacant as i am

the words that came to me

inside solitude.

this lonely company.

:: 04.19.2022 ::