my Skin BeGAN trembling
hearing bifurcated songs
from angels ~~ my skin
makes me cry Within a
beautiful world but here
i am (not a winner)
i ask: do i belong here?
I love control.
with a perfect laugh.
To notice that I am not
around just so special
you cannot see me?
Notice. I am not around
but everywhere special.
:: 02.12.2023 ::
INSIDE humanities hands
concepts such as numbers
and words constructed from
consciousness should never
be had! It will be the
fall of us all (who have
already fallen so far).
Now in future time
both numbers and words
become weapons
to destroy My Design
oh starry night, what should
be done? That does not
erase the beauty of stars
above?
All Abstract
pieces of thoughts
and of heart!
is Eternal Shining
be.. . <FLASH>
:: 02.10.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
MADE TO BE BROKEN
Tonight I’d give up my dreams
for tomorrow’s Love of You
because i know you feel me
somehow and it’s all i taste
right now : the angel’s say
it’s never or now to speak
And i live in a world which seems
to throw for broken tears
: the truth of moments within your
Life and i don’t wish for the world
to ever see me because I was made
to be Broken.
As i am.
:: 02.10.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
IT’s easy for ME
if easy for YOU
feeling dizzy
tasting the frozen
skies loaded wrong
my Spirit speeding round
chasing the moon
I bleached my Soul
i swallowed Angel spit and tonight
i howl at the moon (no matter
what i do) the river is loaded
for the people who are my Light
:they will always b e t r ue
and my Soul comes up and goes
down tearing at my brain , the
little things that kill ._
the smallest given becomes
the biggest gift and we’re going up
and coming down scratching away
the little things that kill us ..a little
THING that tears at our brains by little
oh little little destroying us\
|
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the physics of my addiction
had no numbers to measure reality
so its my heart
feeling you.
|||
:: 02.10.2023 ::
the World is all about
the Myth the riff
of Revolution, alright
where the baby cries
where mothers wish
to die — it’s never right
we all want to change
the world you know | tonight!
Anyway the world blows
never matters to me
we exchange hand shakes
we dance in the dark night
you know we expect evolution
and often times the baby bird
falls out of her nest — it’s
gonna be just right | it’s just
love and magic some musical
emotion___all right! All right!
All right!
LL 92,19,2923 LL
LIFE and only life
can make this all real
Real is not what you love
not what you touch
it’s feelings.
Oh love only love can bring
back your love some day
, and i will be there
My tender love i will always
be there with you ~~
If you really don’t care
I’ll start once again.
Like Brothers and Sisters
But trust | I will be there.
Oh! Love! How my Heart Bleeds
honoring your feelings and i’ve
been remiss /if we go again
forgetting all the things we
changed \ it’s the perfect
price for giving me a chance
to love you.
:: 02.09.2023 ::
The Silver Cape
of the moon never removes
her dress or she’d shut
her door;
in confidence
but never obtrude.
How this blanket of ashes
once comforted me insane
at a low gate; now a King
kneels upon his mat.
:: 02.08.2023 ::
i will BREAK my mind away
through my HEART i will BREAK
BREAK! i am so sick i remember
the taste of metal in my MOUTH
, in warmth i am sick, fiery words
singing (SINGING) yet biting my tongue
cursing god wanting to SCREAM
yet the burning Earth smoke
chokes my lungs
I AM BURN!
AM
I
DISFIGURED
by this?
The story read by billions of sad women! No, I spat upon a deserted famous obscene
video frame and succubus’s of hungry souls )in echoes sINGING SCREAMing inside
your insane dural bifurcated sickness i am so sick. so sick. beware this way
or that may sign language my SCREAMING BLEEDING WORDS , I’M SO SICK.
So seriously sick of YOU. LIAR. MYSTERIOUS MONSTER OF SHIT.
:: 02.07.2023 ::
Once I watched a tree
of magnificent Eat a
piece of my Poetry
between her branches
i laid the parchment
and witnessed time
devour it within its
wood
this i did before Sunrise
and now for the evening.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
In love, and half mad. I am stronger
holding my tongue and swear to nothing.
no one knows what it means
no one knows me
Inside i’m dead
that sound? a flute?
retribution for being
more than the life
god gave me?
Who knows?
And who is mad?
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