Another’s dream I saw
through my eyes
when I dying-Did
that little prick
of painful life
exquisitely handed
(by angelic-puke
bile and mourning sun)
and planets dancing
stars screaming fire
and the cold breath
of empty space
inside my head a toc-tic
tic-toc sanging bleed
on some unknown stage
I have always played
upon:
Confused for a while.No
more since I ate
the thread of golden
knowledge her string
cut my mouth but now
I know GOD!
:: 12-08-2014 ::
SEVEN birds(flying
through a silver thought)dive:
ing i
-nto
autumn
colors
heavy
(each crying
together the
many
one
-ness)seven
spirits
trying to save
their souls
believing they’re alone
but a single mys-
tery(watches you change
| into a butterfly …
) silence.
You are the Flower.
And I say you are the One
in the soil that grows love
so alive ~ I watched you change. I plucked you up and took you home and placed you in glass and watched you die. It was Weeks while I watched
you metaphoroze into love
so alive and full of colors.
It’s like you knew me.
Like you found me.
A flower of love.
:: 10.09.2023 ::
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, ‘The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’
Within this dark lonely evening I write vacant words
and the moon turns from silver to cold blue.
From tops of highest trees the predatory birds sing
as I write the saddest words of this night.
As this night like one other held within my arms
I kissed and was asked to forget by endless skies.
How depth was deeper than any other depth
that my heart dwelled and then asked to forget.
Love, the power of the sun and more I held toward her
breaking physics and eternal rules.
that she loved me sometimes but I loved forever.
so Tonight I write the saddest lines of a poem.
The feeling of night — the feeling day
both weighing heavily upon my Soul.
:: 010.07.2023 ::
The decapitated hand passes an hour from a flower
That above a spectral chess-city they cry
And ghosts control the furious variety of flesh
Invented like iron and silver structures of thunder.
Since so recently alive in a burst of light
Nomenclature within a ledger of written blood
parting waves and snow, clogs of ice that hands
cannot grasp even in brilliance i CAME.
The pregnant thoughts give birth you big star
in the jungle of concrete called Earth
Within that half-opened mouth of depth of a diamond
Sex is an extreme delight that easily directs a great
reading of a delirious ORGAN of phosphorescent change.
I look up to the sky but my eyes burn ~~~
I touched a goddesses whose chief song
between shelter and pillows; as her eyes carry an air
of a woman without legs or arms –> but a root
we met in pleasure as two doors in dawn / my shape
is tool divine too ; i look up to the skye where
everything is pleasure among the winds of clay
that invite out the tigers of their stems
among the furniture that sniffs out misfortunate
i had a fierce dream and bite the rain
and defend the cold politics of public snakes
whom I kill in the end.
I rubbed the different footprints of my feet
on ocellated carpet.
:: 10.02.2023 ::
In mirrors’ dance, where shadows glide,
Where swinging doors did once reside,
There stands a girl, by glass embraced,
In wings of salt, her form encased.
Oh very young one
From distance vast, a figure nears,
A motionless stance, he veers,
He queries you, the mirrors sing,
In whispered echoes, they take wing,
Reflecting truths in swift ballet,
Like birds that grace the sky’s grand play,
With love’s sweet swing, they shimmer bright,
In endless flight, their hearts take flight,
Oh very young one
As dreams of salt, the girl envisions,
Mirrored in her soul’s collisions,
In Dickinson’s rhyme and spirit’s flight,
This tale of glass, in dance, takes flight.
:: 010.02.2023 ::
I love you not for your beauty
I do not love you for your skin
I do no love you for your lips
I love you for your mind
I love you for your heart
love you for your soul
As you walk through the night
while the moon follows mortals
the meadow lit as the loving soul
which heaven and Earth never denies
half of day between the night
is more than shades of any light
as lovers kissing within twilight.
:: 09282023 ::
In the quiet realm where shadows weep,
Do the dead find solace in eternal sleep?
I, a wanderer in the land of dreams,
Ponder upon life’s relentless streams.
Beside my mother, where safety lies,
Amidst the echoes of bullets that flies,
My face, a canvas of fear so deep,
Haunted by the secrets that I keep.
In the midst of chaos, my soul takes flight,
Lost in the darkness, seeking the light.
What is this existence, this dance we tread?
A gap between teeth, or a soul unfed?
Does life consist of mere worldly gains,
Or the whispers of wind, the patter of rains?
Hit me up when the monsters play,
When murderous babies and priests hold sway.
Actors on channels, their faces masks,
Burial plots leased in the shadows’ grasp.
My father prays, my sister bled,
Like Jesus, she rests, among the dead.
Ghosts, like lovers, court me near,
On this night of fright, where darkness sears.
Out of sight, my fears take flight,
Kiss me, Mama, in this endless night.
I slumber now, as the dead may do,
In the embrace of dreams, I find you.
In the silence deep, my soul is led,
Sleeping like the dead, I rest my head.
:: 09.28.2023 ::
MY thoughts SO LARGE!
An undetermined SIZE!
ONE below the trees
as another above the skies!
THE elements shaped that which perceived —
and the rest by humanity!
with the sun in her eyes!
Passion: whither is thy heavenly gift
Beg: i doth for pastures of romance
love thee — angel followeth me too
Kindness: compassion for all thy life
Understanding: wisdom from burning fire
Heaven: thou, dream I giveth prayer to thee
Love: is thy reason for living life
and desire for love
escapes thy flesh
afire angelic wings
kissing devil’s lips
a Christ-passion
for all high and base!
THE WORLD ate the lungs of the forest
and HUMANS escaped the pain to answer
this little WORLD who they made crazy
Why do mouths lick their lips
and politicians line their pockets with
the blood of bleeding people’s tears?
The devil is knocking upon the living’s door.
. drop your religion of deceit and hate___
how is it when little creatures eat your feet
you praise their words and move on? Haze
and confusion and how i try to step forward…
is somebody gonna save the world? Save the World.
Angels falling — purer than purest pure
whisper of a whisper s0(big with innocence)
forgivingly a once of eager glory.no
more mi8racle may grow — praise god who has
many names and the devil has many more
i walked the miles and awoke the same. In the voice
inside my hEAD. Torturing the words of the rocks
rolling — the day i tried to live bruised my soul
all over. The day mother and father died i knew
we’re alone: say, ‘one more time to die? one more
time around this circus cloud of pain.
The pain was great and hated how my face melted the
paint i brushed across my pure face — so one more
time around, one more time around the joke of how
i tried to live.
:: 10.21.2021 ::
A REWRITE:
06.22.2023
IN THE HEART OF THE WILDERNESS
This global sphere, feasting upon the forest’s breath,
and MANKIND evades accountability’s sharp glare,
for this frenzied microcosm, of their creation laid bare.
Why do lips flirt with hunger’s dance,
and those in power garnish their gains,
with the sorrow of the silent – their cries merely stains?
The shadow of evil raps upon the entrance of the living,
abandon your religion of duplicity and loathing, unforgiving,
why is it, when minute beings nibble at your foundations,
you laud their actions and proceed with no reservations? The fog
of uncertainty swallows, and my attempt to stride forth…
will anyone rise to shield our earth? To save our Earth.
Seraphs tumble — pristine beyond pristine’s core,
a hush echoing innocence, so vast in its roar,
benevolently, an ounce of bygone splendor.no
further miracles may bloom — bless the divine of many faces,
and the fallen one who surpasses in traces.
I journeyed the distance, yet woke untransformed. In the echo
within my consciousness. The torment of stone’s tales
in perpetual motion — the day I dared to live bruised my essence
once more. The day when mother and father ascended, I grasped
our solitude: ask, ‘once more dance with mortality? once more
circle this spectral cloud of torment.
The torment was vast, and detested the distortion of my countenance,
the paint my own hands had gently caressed across my untouched visage — so once more
circle this circus, one more lap around the jest of how
I tried to live.
:: 06.22.2023 ::
Nature’s birth, so wild and free
A symphony of life, for all to see!
As I walk these paths alone
I feel the rhythm of the earth’s gentle tone.
My steps may falter, but I am strong
With every breath, I sing nature’s song
The wood and rock, the briar twine
All a part of this world so divine
With every step, my heart takes flight
For in nature’s embrace, all is right
The dewey moss, the fallen trees
All a part of nature’s melodies
For many miles, I walk this land
And feel the gentle touch of nature’s hand
Tears may fall, but in its birth
Nature brings a love so pure and worth
So I ask, will you give me a voice to remember?
For in nature’s embrace, my love will never surrender
And though I may never hear you again
Nature’s birth will always remain my greatest friend.
:: 02.26.2023 ::
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