INSIDE humanities hands
concepts such as numbers
and words constructed from
consciousness should never
be had! It will be the
fall of us all (who have
already fallen so far).
Now in future time
both numbers and words
become weapons
to destroy My Design
oh starry night, what should
be done? That does not
erase the beauty of stars
above?
All Abstract
pieces of thoughts
and of heart!
is Eternal Shining
be.. . <FLASH>
:: 02.10.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
MADE TO BE BROKEN
Tonight I’d give up my dreams
for tomorrow’s Love of You
because i know you feel me
somehow and it’s all i taste
right now : the angel’s say
it’s never or now to speak
And i live in a world which seems
to throw for broken tears
: the truth of moments within your
Life and i don’t wish for the world
to ever see me because I was made
to be Broken.
As i am.
:: 02.10.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
IT’s easy for ME
if easy for YOU
feeling dizzy
tasting the frozen
skies loaded wrong
my Spirit speeding round
chasing the moon
I bleached my Soul
i swallowed Angel spit and tonight
i howl at the moon (no matter
what i do) the river is loaded
for the people who are my Light
:they will always b e t r ue
and my Soul comes up and goes
down tearing at my brain , the
little things that kill ._
the smallest given becomes
the biggest gift and we’re going up
and coming down scratching away
the little things that kill us ..a little
THING that tears at our brains by little
oh little little destroying us\
|
v
the physics of my addiction
had no numbers to measure reality
so its my heart
feeling you.
|||
:: 02.10.2023 ::
the World is all about
the Myth the riff
of Revolution, alright
where the baby cries
where mothers wish
to die — it’s never right
we all want to change
the world you know | tonight!
Anyway the world blows
never matters to me
we exchange hand shakes
we dance in the dark night
you know we expect evolution
and often times the baby bird
falls out of her nest — it’s
gonna be just right | it’s just
love and magic some musical
emotion___all right! All right!
All right!
LL 92,19,2923 LL
LIFE and only life
can make this all real
Real is not what you love
not what you touch
it’s feelings.
Oh love only love can bring
back your love some day
, and i will be there
My tender love i will always
be there with you ~~
If you really don’t care
I’ll start once again.
Like Brothers and Sisters
But trust | I will be there.
Oh! Love! How my Heart Bleeds
honoring your feelings and i’ve
been remiss /if we go again
forgetting all the things we
changed \ it’s the perfect
price for giving me a chance
to love you.
:: 02.09.2023 ::
The Silver Cape
of the moon never removes
her dress or she’d shut
her door;
in confidence
but never obtrude.
How this blanket of ashes
once comforted me insane
at a low gate; now a King
kneels upon his mat.
:: 02.08.2023 ::
Which way does the wind blow today
is south-south of north? Does pretending mean more? I’m not sure
i cleaned my cache but never my soul or mind and today i thought:
“do i eat a banana or (maybe to entertain us) a strawberry? i ATE the retainer for
this poem right now________i am worse than words; i was born in the middle of a group \
they fed upon me i got to know them > so stup\id became Carl You/ng’s favorite theory
and if i am or were to be a fairey would you ask me?
Do you forget to taste the sun’s smile?
Does your heart define what is that never was?
Does your myth consider meat-speaking creatures?
Well now.
A human. a shadow. a ghost or stripper? Something entertaining
or completely contagious? Well. Ha. Yea.
i am not the wasn’t of any word my middle group
stands with me always will \hello yokes hello folks/
never said, “jokes’ but anything could change this: my itcy lover
here, some soap. Make iridescent bubbles on those bubbles.
:: 02.08.2023 ::
THERE in the widest of morning openings
every-all is possible if with Sun and You
it is a morning saying or prayer
a wish or two for a fair day
And there within the widest day we two
are holding hands where ever we be so
the morning is a handshake
and afternoon a kiss for you
By some delicate evening when moon comes
and stars appear to open their starry eyes
your hand upon the face you love
my heart within the one i love
And the world is open for bursting hearts
and no society uttering imprecations aloud,
weakness is bent knee toward you
my hand touching yours forever!
:: 09-25-2017 ::
freeze framed ‘time’ broke all
inside my Soul /Only thing that
works is to mount you inside
my Mind~
the Pleasure is High
goodbye bad dreams
i ate ice to freeze
and would i? yes.
i would /back there
that’s not me\ i grow
when you don’t see me.
ice is cold dreams
you know i’m the One
who burns within :
the Sun and me
have a pact to be strong.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
fabulous is
crashing Pain,at,
drowning point
the cutting waves
abashing you
wrists(cutting
waves slashing veins)
undulating through
quartermaster’s room
the mast that stabbed
that North Star so true!
do fish dream
of love or life?
A Pisces soul
with hook in heart
a harpoon thrust
too deep
leviathan life!
ocean silver mountains
unsmooth solemnly true
–the anchor drops
just this spot
across the compass
true!
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