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Come on over Have a drink
or smoke or Hors D’oeuvres
whatever you wish but never just
for me : what more right i have
to write deep apologies but
gold leaf upon your lip
leaps the sheer deep blue skies
and Gold threads snap
within her precious heart
of giddy whirls and sweeps of
fancy she screamed ‘i have a puppet
string to your heart’ Breathless,
Relestless,
golden leaves twirl
spiral, circle and concave.
i was never easily amused even when
nature turns and tosses blame –>i’m
joking in imaginations of love and life
and that SUN! Mary! Harry! Jesus!
my head glows golden within the gutters;
fair flares of love burning everywhere
is all we love and are oh what we are.
:: 01.15.2023 ::
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Your brilliance made me puke
but you’re a pretty girl
the nerdy type with glasses
Jets of sputsum! You hopped on
my lap making the wall’s raincoats
rise revealing strange stars, moons,
and planets _ i put on my glasses
(your knees knocking together my ugly
little cute girl) /One day you
opted me The Poet and hopped upon my
lap and forgetting | in the moment i
wrote a poem and did a painting ~~
of stolen hearts, money, planes,
and rusty moments within thorns and
clover and forever memories when the
heart is stone in love.
:: 01.14.2023 ::
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I am living with the dead
of past lives who touch
that part of me
that lives such sorrow
i compress n’ confess my tears
that those who live
have no touch to give
that life may richer grow
for those who lost but
not their Souls.
:: 03-18-2014 ::
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is how last dreams by Pisces wept
while awake dragging beautiful gifts
with maggot’s help /the head sleeps.
These cancerous dreams turn black
when their dreamer awakes and still
lives the dream | forever regretful
my words echo while making today
i cut a slice of my Mind forgetting
a moment : ignorant pain /i’m forever
remembering the colors i paint
while dying while crying as Libran.
:: 01.13.2023 ::
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watching above eyes can see
what is not a pretend
out of the light cone
we see history and now here
we are now | lottery to win
Life | today i crossed my legs
upon ancient rocks and saw a group
down the way ~~ hey, oh! the black-
eyes and bulbous heads! I’m here.
Walking stupid to entertain the timeline
of poisoned Rivers
(take a piss or take a kiss)
while figuring it all out i found it
so hard to leave my Mind (oh yeah, oh well,
hello, well, oh i love you!) in hard times
strangers smile when you’re stupid dresses
catch the abido in lies and cover.
:: 01/13/2023 ::
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Late today i met the dealer
who gives death with smiles
watching the world kicking
and screaming all the way
into his mouth /blood on
the face\ bruised knuckles
knocking away “` five metal
slugs inside that memory
destroyed the pain | it really
clued me in. And if you cut
yourself does it make you happy
keeping pain within your jar
puncture breathing holes
come one it’s gas
You made me think of Poe
you clued me inside ~
you cannot fool yourself
nor make yourself happy
unless you reach inside
that jar of beautiful pain.
You’re happy now
You really knocked it
You clued a chance with Life.
:: 01.08.2023 ::
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In this One Life i remember
all those special places
i’ve visited as some are
here and some are gone
like places i remember
some with lovers and friends
as some are living
as some are dead
but with all this lost
i’d loose the meaning
and affection for Love
if i never stopped to
think of those i’ve loved.
:: 01.05.2023 ::
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ORN within an orchestra called, “No Inn”
i cried for so long in Sin
locked all within a trap
called it, ‘my own.’
All within a haunted lonely Hotel.
And all the people [with eyes] so blind
so destroy all the negatives
accentuate the positives
[get a hold of them]
And the hired skins sniffing all that monkey blood
so we’ll stop that feeding within a zombieLAND yes
stop that feeding of wishing just like machines but never
taking what they say, ‘Machines gonna take your land. Machine
loves the first Monkey Boy– you killed within the Land o’
Blivion; settling like a ball.I felt the delirium room within
my friend ~~ and I’m gonna kill u says the mystery shadow
in every room. AND darkness laughed while
Christ weeps. Starless starless
night of status quo …
:: 06-26-2016 ::
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Silent temple-fEET tread
as though you tread upon
family.
And what! What …
of our moon? Distance between
green and ash white a mere wink & touch!
Which i spoke such at night;
/\
calls me. The time is
too near! Here again, a raging
energy hating war ~ so they sing
and seriously sing not knowing
what it means to humans without
a Soul or that called a Heart.
So sing tonight like a singer
who sings sounds oh sings sounds
of nature that care not how petty
our misadventure — they don’t
know what it means ~~~~ hmm__yeah.
:: 06-22-2016 ::
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THAT I have tried and succeeded is only in great measure
that you have been there with all my fears and displeasure.
Holding my cramped heart and swollen hands is how you have
saved both my mind and spirit – the soul; still intact down
by emptying rivers that lead to unexpected consequences.
And to weep while watching the death of a perfect day and to
realize that birth was only half that day ago is sobering:
we watch each other’s eyes while laying on our sides and
breathing in cadence i tell you that i am a fortunate peasant
and you the Queen who has welcomed my Ghost.
:: ~ ::
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