THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter and d o w n became up & sideways
turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark.
THE Policeman chewed his m0uth-side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril
damn-us (Quatrain 173) & my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman
who once cared for me. The rest of this delirious-prose is buried in an
unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.
::02.??.2020::
this isn’t about death
LOVE or Hate getting good
feeling Down making moves
loving moments eating enemies
hugging children
this isn’t about life
DEATH i mostly love
how you care for me
do you know what i mean?
i'll come on up or down
sideways or through when
i am ready. Big mouth
of shame the more i wish
the less from here to paradise
no pain no hate
nor nightmares while awake
: should’a could’a would’a buddah
how i love you.
:: 10.18.2022 ::
Don’t want to die
forgetting Life
or the Ones Loved
Don’t want to live
remembering death
Losing pieces of
my Heart
confusion
explicitly
wondering what’s
wrong with me
lock me up
inside | to forget
the feeling of loving
and the touch of Sun
upon my face
:: 10.18.2022 ::
(…thin &    sometimes   –> t ALL   pouring hourglass rains           Oh All!<– she’s all within my mind orsome-suchSilly paIN___it’s killing me!  & the silverrain falls upon eloquence  with logic — ties me up and arrests me!)
becomes or became? What, if anything? Began a greater force known as Nature!
Morns as these –unseen–a
-part of this or that___ fluttering first caught my eyes Then my mouth i ate
the truth and spat out it for my own reality. Did i this. This i did.
–by date of breakfast–by miracles–and brides before___/|||\ we clibmed down
for apocalypse___worlds___floods____faint-by man-made device lost lives ___elapse
from sighing | Emily says,
“Faith–The Experiment of Our Lord.” Emily Dickinson (rest by eprobles)
Good evening
Good Morning
:: 10.12.2022 ::
What you pet is an animal in a cage
but the little child could not stop__
see the animal in your cage you pet?
\snap/ Because her mind had gone (out for a stroll)
and fallen down the Rabbit Hole she became a Beast.
Destroying all her
Reflections of what she
wished to be _ but sight inside a crack she feared became focused. All of the World just creations of Your Own _ devils and demon
dogs and God and Satan and Jesus
and Buddah is the illusion we mainly
believe and choose.
Excited we begin to create more
and everything is right where it belongs
: fog of confusion to open the door
to the horror of our own destiny.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
“There upon this most curious weirdest experience
while i napping and flapping near my bed’s
\headboard…/___i wondered as while i fought
off the horrors caused by my beating heart
:here, I open wide for all the world’s pain
and all it’s darkest peering horrors
the hidden consciousness I am and was
my heart still feels a wrapping-tapping
upon my skull :my world: upon my chamber’s
door perched. by breathing, speaking and lusting
near my chamber’s door ~~ came the twinkle-twinking
night’s sharp shore.”
:: 10.09.2022 ::
Gone away like a moonbeam that has only passed over me
Why did I not know that she had left me for good?
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
The wind is silent tonight. The stars shiver in the sky.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture
What does it matter that my love could not keep her?
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all.
Deepest Fall.
:: 120.07.2022 ::
BE it lithium light
from the sun
OR the grand field
of poetic words
i know not
but do know this:
Learning a new
Word a Day is as making
a long lasting friend.
:: 10.07.2022 ::
I feared a thing untold unseen! That thing I feared within my mind!
A thing too, seen? Split by half in such unknowns AS I strove to know
what i must. Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!
Imperfect thoughts rolled from higher ground to low!
Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tried to stitch the past
when love was good! But life ran beyond the needle and instead stitched time
within my soul! I, cry. Oh crave to mind my own peace but thoughts
came into my mind.
Oh father! Toward my hands I give you my Spirit! Oh Father! forgive me.
i am a flesh creation weeping for the last time. So fractured in suicide.
Queen! dead! King of Life. Jesus embrace us and all our dirty skin
please forgive us for our transgressions.
Father! Mother! weakness Evil!
Fire! Birth! Life! Into my heart you have burned and taken love from my spirit
while i weep for those weaker who never knew ~~~ imperfect thoughts
And quietly heaven’s angels wept. As all creation.
Dying is righteous. If we leave flesh and blood.
:: 09.09.2022 ::
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