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AND your strawberry eyes
with a sweet liquor!
a ,”NOBODY’s” Spirit sang
\ my own heart!
(i need) A Sweet sender brought
a wind of over-under Wonder!
(calling un)in(to despair)
fat lady sing!how
i love a mostly Large-almond-Love woman
each famous heart finding love must
end in each of everything____ (so many years
pass since I first wrote my last note)
around a wounded mind
of little fingers! A n d love is no wrong
with(a lot of you and me the faith of spirit)
c o n f i r m e d in heaven’s
solid congress! –> the message with a castes
blue bottle unto the gaping mouth of hungry
Ocean!
:: 03-12-2015 ::
:Rev 06.23.2020 ::
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HOPING is a giant hammer, terrifying, and insane
at tender times, while the heart hides away;
crying like laughter releases compressed
emotions — this is no wrong or right but a golden
trumpet, teeth shattering upon each note played___
the paunch of my feelings gilded wainscoting.
Wonder ing if Heaven has graveyards — the hope
of dying twice/once in hell upon Earth the other
one inch inside the pearled gates.
:: 06.20.2020 ::
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WELL, that no one is serious at a young age;
–cacophony of laughter and endless nights
And avant-garde blaring cafes are the very worst
to clear a mind — if not a true poet.
— memories as shadows weakly limping and a liver
requesting what last drink you consumed —
i once strolled beneath a green fluorescent
light on the promenade//i once lost my tongue
and saw it caterpillar-like crawling on a fine
June night; i think then i lost my eyesight
and now require echo-location like a creature
that never spoke!
There! The fossilized town in amber-time;
everyone is frozen until i speak toward any
of them — for eternity.
:: 06.19.2020 ::
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PRESS the flower & scents
into lab tubes //&\\
present futures ——
aroma pursue’d dreams
: so are WE of SOIL
the oblisque of Ancient
enticing smoke /ink within
Skin so Human taste:
echo say: we can-z
remember we are not at
all — wail wail wail
for air. We sleep +
AWAKEN.
:: 05.12.2020 ::
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LOATHING a cheap thought i sought
wider walls of discernment — i broke
my spinal-cracker back by the blow-back
{shoot, darn-it} dams are made by beavers
:looks like you give a damn
my thick binary-filter of Zero & one
: like , over mE___ hon-knee i
scraped my low-lyin’ heart for many
Human-sad years; i just want you so
; it maybe babe drives me a bit mad:
—///synth-comm :093492034 — disconnect |
interstellar comm link uncoupled: charges
apply during FTL (Faster-Than-Light) Travel
outside Federation parameters. [Remember:
we are dangerous to anything other than
humans — and how we still treat ourselves!]
:: 05.19.2020 ::
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a healthy tree
is strong & solid
but not more
than a grove
as together
we are might;
apart — weaker
than our whole
low er our roots go
higher we grow!
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TODAY i left myself
; no fanfare or tears
but heartache to have
known such pain & fear!
“Which way toward Heaven!”
all released Souls yell —
but we do not hear the
lucky ones, only our
agony within this
flesh & burden //
–05212020–
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i was tipsy-topsy turvy thinking
like a dreamy breakin’ heart
if you every go; so like me lonely
–you like my jealously had a temper
and possess love –>like i hated you
be free it’s me without anger ; when it
gets down it gets deeply lonely — pink
frustration and low-granted trees-tree! No one will see it my
Way: it’s me with a high root and low canopy
so like me without the anger — fool…
a free wish of winds — allow the free
moments come forth –>…..no anger.
when it gets down it gets lonely
some kind’a lost; what a mantra my monster
what a ‘coming back’ to push back — so you see i am me without
Seeing all that anger once around me: makes me mad made me sad
and sadder until i broke into little Pieces of Me.
it is a Crime to Break Down
while Saving Souls
:: 05.14.2020 ::
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WHILE the Cherubim sing their deeply forlangen hymns
…Oh, how beautiful! Oh, how sensually sweet!
That i am racked brokenly as suffocating despair
fills my Thoughts! My Mind! Not for this first
time am i drunk with expectation: as a child i
drank the Living Light. A price unseen until a
price paid!
Let us break disharmony and seal a pact with All!
To re-create a promise.
:: 05.10.2020 ::
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WHAT does it mean when the Sun strikes a thought
within One’s Soul? This i ponder while i walk
the path called Life. What of the thousands of
screams, untold broken dreams and weeping expecting
mothers? Do you remember them? Your mother, sister,
brother or father perhaps forgot to say, “I love you”
or the county clown made you shed tears when you were
eight.
Today I am walking down a path as the Sun strikes into
my Soul; spits them out as words___.
:: 05.10.2020 ::
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