the windows are open and there is
a storm approaching. The beauty of it
all is that my entire bedroom is now
very fresh smelling. Is that how
it feels right before a storm? Love? Maybe death?
It is very human to attach a scent to a moment that
no longer exists. And even more human to allow
time to steal them all away.
:: 0323-2017 ::
so god is not a he
so tell me
so tell me
so go-diss notahe
so go-diss notahe
sogodisnotahe
sogodisnotahe
so tell me
so tell me
…
whatarewetobe?
whatarewetobe?
that god is not
that god is not
a goddamn “he”
peace
o’peace
peace
bye-bye
bye-bye
all we need
is to feel
human again
:: 03-30-2017 ::
Why do we struggle for words
when feelings are clearly present
An incongruity between language
and thought. To recover I say
allow the moment to express itself
in manifested emotion;
A laugh, tears, smile or kiss.
Some things are best left simple.
::::
w I T H one eye closed
you sleep and your brain does
nothing at all ~
While tok'in on hookah
kissing beautiful thoughts
love never falls ~
But forgetting one’s position
in Life /can cause\ pain
ask the Men who walked the Moon
but never forget logic
and the proportion of beauty
Is stellar cosmic explosions
never seen
or heard
but always Loved.
:: 11.14.2022 ::
my hands smell like heat burning inside
my mind & i possess something that’ll set
a’fire a shadow of Life
but first allow me to say how i feel inside.
Now, that this one:
for Lies is buried;
this one for Pain
and now this one for Pride.
before sunset i buried them all
deep within the soil where i wept
this ode of freedom.
How this ancient dust falls to ground
and the hairs upon our arms stand up
all while i crumble inward
deep inside__of__me. My redemption song
, the cost of all happiness.
While the little virgins
are giggling amongst themselves
a waterfall drowns their glee
and within a whirlwind His Presence
came around \well, if this is Death
then life was Hell for me. To start again
a trillion light years away i would just
hug myself. And this ode of freedom is
all i ever hand.
:: 11.10.2022 ::
I’D give up heaven to be close to you / but sooner
or later fate decides \
How i never wish the world to see my heart’s so broken
INside my Heart a forever rain
that never seems to dry
so every moment of truth & lies
can never understand but understand
i wanna know when i fell down the rampart of
horror’s unknown )inside + out( to strive
hard my angel wings so bruised from this day
Who i am
Who i am
is the
No One
within
Life.
:: 11.01.2022 ::
i kick the stones
out my way | take the blame
, eat the fruit & hang from
a branch or a cross ! lay your lace and get this mother gone — i bowed a cross so gather around : and i don’t like how you make me hang around | and i don’t like what you got me hanging from a blaming fruit ? could it be priceless taste or how you always make me hang from your mistakes? okay, taste the blame, eat the fruit, kiss the snake
i never liked you had me hanging
for your mistakes.
lay your motor-rage : eat the one
mistake got me burning you and your
soul | and i don’t like what you’ve
got me hanging from and I don’t like
what I’m hanging from : all your
mistakes.
:: 10.23.2022 ::
THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter and d o w n became up & sideways
turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark.
THE Policeman chewed his m0uth-side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril
damn-us (Quatrain 173) & my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman
who once cared for me. The rest of this delirious-prose is buried in an
unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.
::02.??.2020::
(…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 ::
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