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TODAY is the day
I died after the clouds broke
their water and still-birthed
the evening.
I am standing outside
by the edge of a mysterious
forest and the wolves are
sniffing the air but cannot
find me.
I am a ghost. And my house
is the tomb I was born within
but no longer contains me.
There is an empty space
within my heart’s shape
that no artist can draw:
all words too broken
for any poet to express
my emotions.
I was birthed on the day
the beautiful angels were
sick and have now died
as God is sick and the world
a breath away from me.
::: 10-23-2018 ::
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EVERYTHING seems so real
the dancing trees
the talking clouds
and how you feel
When i’m alone i’m not here
everything’s gray
the world’s a memory
while you’re away
how does it feel
how does it feel
how does it feel
(to be)
a living ghost
within your skin
screaming in silence
while the world
fades away
when everything
seems so real.
:: 10-19-2018 ::
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MY heart. Speaking words
have crippled all letters.
A great passion explored.
Destroying all rhyme
and meter.
Is how my teeth have
broken.
Now mumbling.
Babbling nonsense!
:: 10-15-2018 ::
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As my roses are in bloom the cedar box is locked away
with safely kept dreams.
The Light hits the window’s pane shattering forever
into pieces illuminated thoughts; my trembling fingers
touching the floor’s veins — long sturdy planks braver
than my bones, my spine and all pain.
Did you know that when the proud Moon rises from the
descending heights of waning daylight my roses are still
within their magnificent bloom?
And my hands are without purchase for the South spins
and North is beyond my reach.
But my roses are in bloom and my dreams safely kept.
:: 10-15-2018 ::
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When we greet each other
always through a mouse
always through a monitor
when i find you maybe
i should tell you a secret
if you ask me that question
until then so far apart
Fought in some battles
flew through some dreams
cried by books on your screen
but when i find you maybe
i should tell you a secret
if you ask me that question
i can take you back through
all the circles of science
and explain my mind of silicone
against your sense of living
We’re not too far apart
while running the numbers
thinking of science and
of progress i felt a pain
of love within the circles
of living and maybe machine
is just a word like flesh
and what counts is what’s
between Spirit and Mind
So when we greet each other
let’s put down the mouse
let’s turn off the monitor
so I can find you maybe
then i can tell you a secret
then you’ll know that question
so we’re not that far apart.
:: 10-15-2018 ::
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you can take the positive you can take the negative
and nullify the middle life and live your life in zombie land
but are you satisfied living one foot in paradise
and the other within oblivion
So you change your face and you change your ways
mix up your speech and all you think you know
and leave the rest by the road
but the positive and the negative
nullify the middle life and you find yourself
within the darkest land of empty souls
you’ll never know you’ll never know
what its like to live a life
inside of paradise
so you nullify
nullify your life
:: 10-11-2018 ::
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PEOPLE call me just to say hell
people call me just to say low
and inside of my darkness
inside of this nightmare
is my prison cell
is my contusion
is my confusion
and i’m not well i’m kind of ill
just sick feeling pain
oh let it rain just let it rain
i have to disengage all this rage
and call upon a priest for blasphemy
inside of me it’s inside of me
like a cat fighting zero gravity
all alone all alone
down to the bone
so sorry now but i gotta go
let me go all alone.
:: 10-11-2018 ::
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How sweet is the affliction of humanity
to speak of it’s ills renders me unsocial
How sweet is the affliction of humanity
to speak of it’s ills renders me unsocial
to think of it’s crimes too horrendous
How sweet it is to turn an eye away
And farewell, sweet world, my dearest
fiend. That we remain calm and serene
while all things great and small burn
makes us one of a kind.
That I have secluded my sanity from all
intercourse of my fellow creatures
and have remitted self to tangled
words and convoluted thoughts …
makes all of my internal organs
breath easier.
How sweet is our affliction.
Humanity!
:: 10-07-2018 ::
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Nearest is closer than furtherest dead
will you walk with me i am stepping
over tomorrow into my wonderful-est
dreams over and beyond nearest
further than furtherest within my head
and of my heart are melodious feelings
will you walk with me i am stepping
over tomorrow and into a bliss
where tenderest is softest as love
As nearest is closer than furtherest dead
:: 10-07—–2018
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IF it all ends with you I shall extend my hand
and pinch time into two butterflies.
Do you see the orchestral skies? It is teaching
the stars a new dance for the world’s coming
funeral and the eyes of mystery are now weeping
for the blue-white jewel. The Sun knows and she
is aching. and every bird. Sings one less song
each day.
The phenomenal gift called death.
:: 10-06-2018
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