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IN all these times
of trouble
I find myself wishing
wisdom
AND inside all me
darkness ~
emptiness and pain
But love for life
AND within my hour
of desperateness
my heart cleaves
unto me and Spirit
Oh! there is always
an answer
always a way
through the trees
And when the day sleeps
her name comes
and makes frowns smile
makes hearts feel free
so never carry the world
upon your shoulders
only fools do.
And within these times
I find myself wishing
wisdom.
so please love me too.
:: 11-06-2017 ::
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Dark clouds as lonely as
my heart
Weeping tears of my
life
so begins again the night
the fright of living life
I want to be the one
I want to leave & run
I want to see the end
I want to taste real things
All my life I wanted to feel
but had a hold upon my heart
Never had a thing to say
to the indifferent Souls
So let me feel let me hear
all the pain of my lost life
Where I belong.
Where I cry.
Where I live inside
a vault
where it’s all my
own fault.
So dark clouds as lonely
as my heart
weeping tears of my own life.
:: 11-06-2017 ::
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Immeasurable,
unlabeled, word-
less by
studded
tears
and
voice,
APHONIC.
Only death by
tenderness
swoops down
as eternity
and her hands,
soft as fire;
as time
the flesh;
a billboard
the soul
neon lights.
:: 11-06-2017 ::
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One __>
SteP
Two-3-four
the sky
SHOUTS!
What…
…love
MORE
for now–|
HEY!
IF you come
around here
just forget
— no more
love forgives
<stop>
giving up!
just forget
— no more
Oh love oh my
(HEY!) how
the fabric sings
— no more
fire with ice
makes water
like tears
and Love,
the Universe
; it’s feelings
and smiles and
heart-broken
love.
:: 10-19-2017 ::
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WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM
WE interrupt this program to bring you…
*…It’s burst into flames! Get this, Charlie; get this, Charlie! It’s fire…
and it’s crashing! It’s crashing terrible! Oh, my! Get out of the way, please!
It’s burning and bursting into flames and the… and it’s falling on the mooring mast.
And all the folks agree that this is terrible; this is the worst of the worst catastrophes
in the world. Oh it’s… [Unintelligible] its flames… Crashing, oh!
Four- or five-hundred feet into the sky and it… it’s a terrific crash, ladies, and gentlemen.
*All we have to Fear is Fear itself
*From Dallas Texas, The Flash apparently
official, President Kennedy died at
1:00 PM central standard time,
2:00 EST, some 38 minutes ago…
*Houston, the Eagle has landed…
We are defined by tragedy. The moment between calm and calamity.
Whether it be personal interactions or as a whole of humanity.
Let us never forget that thread of moment where we all come together!
:: 10-19-2017 ::
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i loved-like love the Spirit of our Heads
standing tall upon the stalk of a neck
seeing colors unknown; feeling feelings
like boiling heat –> and that boiling
stench is the others who are always lost
||||| i am never between 2
walls ||||| and the face like a sky
looks down and calls my name and i hear
my Soul scream
the beetle has it’s dung; the famous
have their money, but no one is anyone
like i am so Spirit of this Universe
come and won’t you come and teach us
the secrets of all.
:: 10-13-2017 ::
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MY council of twelve: is not her mind
like the glint of precious stone?
Unshaped by this era of time oh her soul!
and by your magnificient mercy, for me.
The voice of so many tumulteous nights;
her hands; hair as braided by angels
her constitution is testimony to God’s
greatness.
whether storms
or perfect days cool and kilted
I am perfected constantly by her love
while within all my life and confusion
her arm and hand slips inside it all
and i am deeply delighted by the feeling
of her feathers and soft breasts upon
my heart — a special moment always
in pregnant delight by the Great Sun
within her future’s womb.
:: 10-13-2017 ::
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POETRY is the force of Spirit
and has no hand in human
dwelling; all prose by
human hand expressed by
Soul and Heart is complete.
These are the words of something
transcendental which surpasses
humanity: race, religion, sex,
and politics.
I am endowed by the great poets
and their words; but refrain
from the injected thoughts
of ingrained humanity.
We as a race of humans are
endowed too by their prose
but I care not for any thought
of politics, religion, and the
rest of that messy goo.
If the eye can rest
and the heart can run
allow them two to meet:
every other ‘thing’ is
objectified by the flesh.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
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i heard the drops of rain
falling upon my brain.
the hearing was different
than its feeling;
my thin arms too
felt preternatural
as frogs and fish began
to fill the courtyard.
i imagined smelling memories
of folly idleness;
the thinking was deeper
than the doings.
most eyes closed
with shuttered sight
tomorrow my prophecy
of a better light.
tonight i sleep awake
and tomorrow awake
sleeping for another
moment of delicious
sight.
speaks the poet
within my heart.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
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my emotions are prisoner
to fear of release.
i have seen love explode
: remnants of supernovae
and my one remaining fear:
i shall not have love again.
And then once i too walked
with love but was then
a shadow; then now i walk
along the rolling hills
hearing mocking shadows
knowing how much i took
this seed within my heart
with passion and color
grew; became a flower
that made good upon grace;
that love watered my roots
until the sun withered it
Which took everything
alas but my fear that
i shall not have love
again.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
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