I am reveled in life
wishing once, death.
Mortal wounds,
spiritual battles
upon the same
battlefield called life!
The difference between
life and death:
Wait and Hope.
:: 09192015 ::
Tag Archives: #thoughts
I AM REVELED IN LIFE
HISTORY OF THE SCREW
AND within the beautiful
where i never knew
within the bountiful
love
i once tasted life
then knew as a screw
tightly bounded by
wood and you
that shaped the thread
of my heart by helix
–not a spiral
and as the first screw
factory — my love,
it was a financial failure!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
S O L D O U T WHORE
THERE is a word that publishers
prefer, called
:::::::::::::::
S O L D O U T:::::::::::::
like a flower that bees prefer
and prostitutes of words
call CASH-IN like a white guy
named MICHAEL who couldn’t get
his poem published changed his
skin changed his soul and a name:
–> YI-FEN CHOU <—
makes me sick
literal whore
literary star
so sue me like all the waves
of a blue ocean i live within
and BEST AMERICAN POETRY
can go suck my cock
(hehe) better if with ink
like a false witness //lost
my patience for writers so cheap
they feed their egos with fire
and ashes of babies called poems
go fuck yourself
:: 09-13-2015 ::
CAT AND MOUSE CONVERSATION
THE cat with three eyes
saw the mouse with two
said the mouse to the cat,
“i’ll gladly give you cheese
for an eye” whisker-twitching
thinking-cat pondered…
said, “if the toy gets trapped
under the refrigerator,
was it ever a toy at all”
the mouse wept knowing
a third eye is god-like
:: 09-11-2015 ::
THEN YOU SHALL KNOW THEM
THEN there are those whose
(i am uninvited) fields glow
wishes as those thickest
flowerSTEM towers,
which piercing flesh say,
“you are not our own”
the orchids have teeth
speaking clearly to those
preventing me to ENTER
unharmed/ on a thought of
boosted summerHeat roaming
splinters the elitist say
“the words say you are not
of these called life”
glancing my eyes toward
the evolutionary shores
of humanity i can see
the fish hurling themselves
onto the shore speaking
ME.
i am regarded by no one
even ME
:: 09-10 2015 ::
PERFECT ONE
My deartest
I should never
express I am
empty compared
to your heaven
that I am which
by nature expressed
this then is the incomparable
love. A flower whose name
the angels sing,
“Destiny” love So sweetly
gentle heart come toward
the love given by the Hand
of Our Eternal One
Oh! Love! I await for you
in all my tenderest patience
you, the Perfect One!
:: 09-06-2015 ::
EVERYTHING ARE WORDS
EVERYTHING are words
now They are
sound. Their color sings
Opera and Rock and Jazz
and scripts of celluloid
movies all
Mixed within my mind
I 8 desperation
defated in this flesh
I Am
wondrously here//-all
of my heart spilling poetry
:: 09-09-2015 ::
RELIGION IS A SIDEWALK
AND Jesus likes-licking lollipops gliding King
of the boulevard
of spirit dreams
and I licked-like sticks
like the wooden
cross across Life
Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he’s
taking me–somewhere
I want to be? Like my best friend
and religion is a sidewalk with many souls
walking the path toward diminished dreams
of an afterlife dry-stick lick so I’m taking
my best friend who knows my buttons; pushing love
and my shadow-affair
life
IT’S where I wanna be
just me and my best friend
called, “Me” and it’s my Soul!
:: – ::
ELSE-MIGHT
Else-might dithers
between would-could
one slays ambition
while the other
in should-could:
self-delusion
:: ; ::
ZERO EMPTY PROMISE
bits of bitter tears and pheromones
shattered by broken things
called pieces of heart
and those insidiously
convincing objects called
“hope” THERE IS A UNIVERSE
that has none of these:
all within my mind.
The tainted vector rejected
abstract of all morrows
begging error’s atonement
and with hands that have
touched me: vacuumed
tears of crimson stars
a suicide band playing
within my hotel called
torture chamber —
it’s all a ‘something
called darkness locating
my soul’ goodnight kisses
darling/smoking like you’re
no pain — let it rain
:: 09-04-2015 ::
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