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 ::
Tag Archives: #thoughts
By Love or by Might
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 ::
THE CATALOGUE OF HUMANITY
the KEY to understanding
as what can books-of-Souls
to-wives-and husbands dream?
Clouds and flautering about
is wisdom maturing over Time
is always Me! Me. Me. Me. Me!
Dammit! if Paintings of
blue-porcelain dolphin-dreams
eat Sea-nymphs in their
majestic pearly carriages
Do .;..me? I? Awaken a hope
to love, yes! to LIVE!
That had gone with the burning
of books?!?
Riddling paragraphs of coffee
and clubs & misanthropic souls.
So we go. Stand alone. And leave
alone. Cry and die for One.
:: 06-22-2016 ::
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