sweet fields of tender lies
so softly shining above me
a bird singing in a moonbeam
tears in eyes and dry lips
wishing while alone
i am so blue i see
others talk about god
but never my own – a pity
so sweet is He he says
‘leave all your worries
behind you’
a sweet soliloquy for
my heart and all tomorrows
:: 09-04-2015 ::
IT won’t be long before they cut you down
you can run on for a long time until
they cut you down . . .
with all good & gracious news
have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — it’s the saddest story
languish in a dark cell
chunks of masonry fall
stealing any sleep you have
is a long-time never been
where dreams evaporate quietly
an easy place to blow up all
your problems and so easy to break
down inside of yourself
i am the halo around an angel
called My Sweetest Death
i am the core of all i know
i am that i am more
i am so happy with the Divine Presence
the source of all my rewards
have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — the saddest story
a prison called MIND
:: 09-04-2015 ::
i feel greed and reflection
sos caled the walls of giza
to find the loop of soul-waste
it’s the end of Ages mentioned
Tears of Steal Baby
it makes the head of god weep.–What a waste!
tears the skin of mortals
a total waste test of ages
— come resurrect me baby
an infection of mortal blood
a precise zero of an angle
of no reflection Make the bible scream
make the world electrocute me
i have seen his face so many times
i am static kill and no protection
on earth or heaven
but i trace my privacy in a spot of no remose;
a wound inside of me: come make it live
a displacement of…so how my heart has
No shakedown
No Remorse so come make
MY HEART SCREAM
:: 08-17-2015 ::
i walk three steps beyond hallucination
and my feet have wings take flight into the air
people telling me “you’re not here…”
say, i’m saying who’re talking too?
i gotta go gotta go
gotta go — i’m in the air
f l y i n g three feet above
the ground looks so good not too far if i crash
crash into the darkness and the Muppet-faced people
move their necks “you’re my friend” but i hate
you saying “you’re so scary”
a fevered heart melting
a fevered heart melting
all in Palestine Texas
driving the white line in deep darkness______!
i see the tree line outside headlight sight
and the moss in Pascagoula seeps inside me
a moss heart swampland lover haunts the road
just want to play my tunes making a beeline
to Palestine Texas
but the moon sashay into my heart tonight
and the brain inside my head feels so weak
so this noise is about revenge all along
the road of I-10 a n d i s c r e a m inside all me
just before i’m dead i see the finger of
her; she has a white glove full o’moss (uh huh hum)
grab me take me they’ll say “he’s all dead”
but all the lady-victims of I-10 say so
good to see you alive for this moment.
“Come here poor boy, lose identity in
the night” and so we road the highway
of swamp and night some wear white
but the ladies wear red
:: 08-18-2015 ::
IF four nails secured
the Cross of Life
should i entirely ask
of god why Tigermart
sells deluxe burritos
but 7-11 has hot dogs
happily the uninformed
droop bloated question
marks — like a scar
across the mile of
my sacred walk
And if i should receive
an answer more or less
deserved, God go in peace
and spawn a supermarket
and wall street to rape
all mankind from their
health and well-being
–infinitely in your
schizo’d deity-mind
So i wish to meet a girl
who has a womb of happiness
to spawn a new universe
her tiniest whispering
invitation is like a clock
striking my heart \
:: 08-08-2015 ::
i saw me coming out of living life
where i am the tallest small no thing
and if what i have become IS thinking
changing and changing living, my lies
tear a hole inside what i could never
kill but i’ve tried and the clock tics -me
off- in all its talking about precious time
within a flickering stream and how i
choose to remember everything
||i remember every thing that begins with “a”
and through “z” and many other
symbols of expressive thought
my sweetest memory of fire:
till angry said it was pleased
and i turn around in the end
and see it all; flash bulb
of all that happened and
being alone in this stain of time
i return to being a sheep
in hay and every POUNDING MOMENT
of relentless time says ‘i must
move further from this and must
go.’
:: 08-01-2015 ::
EACH step a decade
each sight a century
inside my machinery
i watch the world
go by | bye
all i ever knew
into a stew
of light and
dizzyingly time
lessly struggles
i see a snail trace
as bolt of lightning!
a fetus flowered into
an elder
and the sun grew blue
as the skies melted –too
and some THING moved
not of flesh or born
by birth –>a new
someWHAT-thing beyond
imagination
as the clock ticked-
tocked a year of
255093 AD says the
last human!
:: 08-01-2015 ::
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
hate me for me
hate me rate me
rape me again
like me lick me
tell me again
i’m your friend
save me save me
save me once again
like i’m your friend
oh here we go again
i’m not like anyone
you loved before
yea, i’m the only one
yea i’m the only one
with wormS eyes
writhe amor(‘Through through
our hearts hugely squirm
roots)us
ly;through
so love me but hate me
kiss my head again
like a sex pope with
vaginally respected hope
so dark and dead ~
and the stars melt across
all words ever written
the sun a yoke in the center
of humanity’s joke!
:: 07-31-2015 ::
my HEART believes in shades
of cool nights beneath
the love of autumn’s breath
my soul is as when i am
laying aside my skin
and take each step towards
the heaven of belief;
so softly
so highly
so vulnerably
me –and sadness
as ants upon the leaning
door the storms have come
and my belief risen above
through each step towards
the heaven of belief.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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