Oh, Lovely
my lovely
gentle light
across the vastness
i can see
all of you
All my eyes can see
And all my heart
can feel of you
Mu cephei!
Mu cephei!
Across the vastness
of this universe
Watching all the
sparkling rays falling
Speechless for you
Greater than a cow
that jumps across the moon
moo, see? Free eyes!
Mu cephei
Mu cephei
All lost
within you
All lost
within me
And Such beauty
all of you
My Mu Cephei
:: 02-06-2018 ::
THE home a zero mark
laughs and cries
between thoughts
so i held a line
surviving to meet you
Time pasts as pawns
across a board of blood
to meet you
And how people grow up
i am surprised so much
That you do not need me
As a storm grew within
your crystal eyes
And a bed of nails —
waiting without you.
All without you.
i see through a storm
wanting and waiting
for more all without you
— if i can live without
you i cannot love
all without you oh oh
no one lives __
Oh ah oh oh ah oh
oh ah oooh all with out you
living without you
i give my angel my trust
i give my life to all
i give my love to you
And you take it all away
And you take it with you
And you take me with you
All unto the snow and ice
All unto the world of cold
All unto the underneath
of the greatest warmth
and all my world’s pain
twisting as a thorn
within my side.
:: 091-23-2018 ::
pain pain pain
pain pain pain
pain pain!
IF there’s nothing
you can do that
cannot be undone
so easy________
AND nothing said
to be unsaid
then it’s done.
My mouth twisted
blueberries
of it’s colour
AND if nothing to
be sang so undone.
We’re dealing in time
and minds in love
is what we all need
All we walk into steps
of cobbler’s awals
singing love love
IF there’s something
that’s never shown
all known never known
So easy
it’s love we all know
and (all together now)
it’s all we need.
forgotten we all crumble
apart and brittle back
together.
:: 01-23-2018 ::
So many hurts so many days
so another night; slowly
closing within lonely nights.
i can remember those words
like molting lava burning,
touching me — freezing my skin
— can i still pretend
you still love me?
Feeling memories and crazy
losing sleep and found i am
way too deep into you —
i can’t believe your gone.
pretending you still hold me
AND…
Whereeever you go
i am with you
Whatever you dream
i dream too
whenever you need love
i am here for you.
after the rains
after the flames
after the tears
too.
i watch the shadows
fading —
so hithard
i cannot see who
crossed my heart
But you were the first
and shall be last
and i will be the same.
tic-tock time across
the fragile wall
and i will be back
to see who fell
across my heart:
you were the first
and will be the last.
:: 01-23-2018 ::
i sleep so tired
My head so worn
And talk so cheap
Like when I sleep
They come for me
All inside my head
And when i pray:
They say, “Talk so Cheap!”
i don’t think i’ll survive
Cause every single night;
They come for me —
Those ones within my brain.
Dream police
Come with handcuffs
— You know when we talk
And those false rumors
Keep me awake every single
Night driving me insane!
And those men in black
Live all within my head
— Well i cannot tell
If i fell to sleep Tonight!
Every single night they
Drive me so insane and all
Within my BRAIN:
I try to dream — but every time
They persecute me all without
A judge or jury and now i stay
Awaken with one eye closed
To keep away the zombies,
Vampires, wolves, and
Monsters of this zone!
It’s the dream police —
ICE, and governmental
Whores; the people of
Every shade.
Like, talk so cheap.
:: 01-23-2018 ::
Empty words, emotionally inward —
a wound of divided space,
Of vacant space, yourself
Running away to a very last one.
The tears turn dry.
As love cries.
:: 01-23-2018 ::
IT was a quiet assault like a brain pinprick;
when they came.
A void without emotion, feeling and humanity.
INTO MY MIND and SOUL.
Like a brain freeze and the ugly grimace
while wishing it to quit. But more. Severe.
LIKE trillions of bugs eating my mind
; a billion crashing waves ebbing away
the shore of my humanity!
THEN IT WAS DONE.
I wrote to Margaret Bourke-White, a photographer
who wrote and photographed WAR in the 1930s
although now dead but not then as I am not dead
here but will be-was.
Within a Multi-verse there are an infinite
number of parallel worlds and an infinite number
of you’s and me’s.
Each multi-verse self-contained; some without
me’s and you’s; some with us all and some
cocoon universes without anything.
LIKE MY MIND at this moment.
But, not now; ‘they’ come from everything.
Insidious and hungry for light.
:: 01-14-2018 ::
AMAZED i am
and bewildered
thinking of all the past
(now famous) poets,
who struggled in small parts
by life ~ I adore mostly
the few who have touched my
Soul and Spirit!
Even much more the painters!
Van Gogh!
We cannot judge
because we mostly are cowards
unable to release the fear
of complete rejection,
I smile, for always they say “I,”
when confronted by truths
Every time and within every
breath they deny
when something small creeps
into their Souls — I!
Like the words spoken so
long ago: “I am.”
And though i am Spirit & Soul,
i love and need love
But for many years i denied.
She brings to me hope
and strength and a future
but the enemies are large
and strong.
:: 01-06-2018 ::
COSMOLOGICAL ILLNESS
ON a twisted dream
the mind slips.
Libra –lost balance
: the small pebbles
fall — freeMale
goat Crazed Cancer
ASCENDANT by a
configuration of lip-
cursed
star-studded
angel hair.
ALL deep thoughts
abused and bruise
by
Melancholy Souls:
A Price all pay
for orchards of
baby breath
Dream, dream, dream
aslant, disjoined
| bulging thoughts
Like a protoanimal to
the New Year of
flat-breasted
|birthing universe
: a bright star
co-joined by a dying
Universe dis-
lonelied, an eternal
circle shivers
quivering bliss-
fully.
: -01-04-2018 :
Theoretical physics! Where the mind
meets itself in abstract
Lines of divergent thoughts:
The noodle of the universe!
EXPLOSION OF CREATIVITY
BOOM!
ASWHERE most humanity is far away
From the LIGHT
THE MIND’S shadow is dim
But not them: Einstein,
Bohr, Kaku, Hawking, and Guth!
Closer —
The shadow more defined!
A five-digit hand touching
the wall of the bone
of cave where all sight is
seen but not them.
THE EXPLORATION OF OUTER SPACE
through INNER SPACE!
And they appeal to the masses!
Zeal, entertainment, and
Breaking down the fundamentals
so we can all understand!
:: 01-04-2018 ::
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