So 137 you were not
my prime partner
a number without
an imaginary part
shave my head
cause i’m to blame
for all i learned
the fine structure
And am i the only 1?
so waste me ! ~
the wind blew over
not just Wolfgang
but me all from
The Numerical lunatic
asylum!
beyond physics!
Jung, so young my son
breaking things
and conjuring bug
s –having fun reaching
breaching mind without
fear:
137 reaching DNA
of light : sum =
“Kabbalah.”
:: 10-05-2017 ::
i’m a brain on a leash
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
leaving memories every
moment as i step into
another realm
a million scents and
no one to tell
the paws say how much
i love you all
well arf, growl and licks
scratch the ears to know
how orgasmic feelings are
and no one to tell
sniff, sniff, tears
riffs, riffs, fears
words, words, here
i ate my bowl o’ prison food
want to catch the cat too
tell her how much i love
how delicately she purrs
i’m a brain on a leach
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
licking hands that love
who love me too.
:: 10-05-2017 ::
III
A very busy mind full of broken
shaped happy forgottens
two eyes to see A third
to know
This hand and that tongue
this foot and that lovely
word:
CYNOSURE
IT HAS those many points and
like matrix math it flips/
flops over all other points/
like my thinkingMAYBE
might be a bruise upon
deceptive causes
And those goddamn questions!
poking a calm bed of ants
prickly scalp scratching
ideas LIKE those we all
tuck inside our lower basements
until the snow comes
My fire burns very brightly
to incinerate the weakest won!
:: 09- 30-2017 ::
AND WHAT IS the largeness of God?
All knowning and compassionate?
Judge, jury and executioner?
The beginning and ending of all?
the Alpha and Omega.
If so, then I am only one human,
a thing created by that One who
is surpassed by all things.
But this I do know: compassion
has no limits and greatness is
not confined to words. And
beginnings are not really
a beginning but moreso a
continuation of Life. And i am
focused on truth too.
My foot is within the ass of
all those who have polluted
the concept of a God; control
is their device but mine is
of Love and Patience. Let
the worlds’ institutions burn,
let the false words crumble,
and allow freedom of Sprit
to Rule: We are Nature.
And Nature Rules.
:: 09-25-2017 ::
Such firey autumn colors are
within the eyes of this love
she is the season of all that
becomes a singular reason:
joy.
AND then some are storms:
the moments of ozone
burning that burns the lungs.
the purse oxygen of destructive
rebirth. But I am laughing,
sometimes crying and mostly
listening. There are at times
more said in silence than all
that has ever been spoken.
In all of history.
By the shores are waves
clapping from angel’s wings
flapping as they watch those
which are a little below them
but higher in esteem by a
Creator.
The Only One.
Above All!
:: 09-17-2017 ::
then Wishing is less than
a grip of strong wanting.
then whispering an echo
and feeble moreso
than needing where mountains
shake from determination
and then a breeze as degrees
of desires and needs!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
i am when was a good idea
that broken wheel
without a carriage or
passenger whose journey
by most unreal eyes
that can see all 4 seasons
in that glimpse
of forgotten reason;
that begging my sleeping brain
the permanently attentive
mind could never be yours /
so be it \ in all our dreams!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
Immaterial – formless;
the imbued by Spirit
and body is more!
That patterns determine
rain, snail and flower
and more by zero
but most by Soul!
And innumerable
Infinities that come
and go!
:: 08-17-2017 ::
|| 2 feet from the mud
on 6 inch heels breathing
difficult words while screaming
it’s all for real
like kissing touching
the weeping burning sun
hugging frail entrails
–while shivering like
bleeding soldiers and
we’re all within a living
hell /together my billion
soul brothers and sisters\
there are some remedies
worse than any disease
my withering hands hold
your face as i offer
an invitation for
memory loss ;
you receive ||
:: 07/30/2017 ::
THAT we did nothing but unravel
The end of all things
And how surely devoid of feeling
The fleeting thought of finality
Not a tear nor a whimper;
Into the void of inevitability!
And the heart is a given nail
The brain a hammer and thoughts —
The infamous tempest!
:: 07-30-2017 ::
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