EVERYTHING IS A R T
AND LOVE IS ENERGY
AND TEARS ARE SOAKING
MY THROAT AND TOMORROW
I AM EVERYTHING
:: 01.10.2023 ::
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Everything is Art
G O V E R N M E N T
WHEN the people have a government
that thinks they’re content
but the people are struggling
the government thinks it permanent
and some live and some die
from Heaven came the voice
“Some Live Some Die.”
IF there’s a point of defence
ghosts and other spirits feel
jacked by this society
the world was a world where
they loved Mankind but not now.
i Kissed Eve in Paradise
i gave all my children to the
War forgotten by Time.
Peace.
:: 01.10.2023 ::
Between Night and Dawn
Between night and dawn
the moon sings for tired flowers
from a last breath
death rattles as though
life is beaten
Spoken words to the dying
burst forth as first joys
relating similar circumstances
are the words clutched by the
dying night ~ bleeding into a
crimson horizon of sunlight
between night and dawn is
death and resurrection.
:: 01.10.2023 ::
Monster Mouth
monster MOUTH eat my Heart
dig it and exterminate me
find me sell me
for your love is it trash
monster Mouth eat my heart
i smell angels jizz on me
and witches lick me
did i say “rock” dying as
you birth the Souls behind
my back and monster MOUTH
comes to me -> do it baby
(you’re acting as an
animal) DRAG drops 21
and devil upon my back
I CAN NEVER DIE |
:: 0`1.08.2023 ::
It’s Gas
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 ::
To Find Love
IF you find Love
hold it close
to love the moment
of all her thoughts
and her dreams
within your arms
to love is voiceless
but the body screams
the heart sings
the mind numb!
:: 01.05.2023 ::
Button Triggered
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 ::
Welcome My Ghost
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.
:: ~ ::
She Held the Rose
I should have spoken clearly (i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing (i am the smallMouth)
and so i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature that moves mysteriously away–> from humans
— whom i loved.
Scattered by my exquisite thoughts the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just today! A brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance!
She sat upon a bench with a single rose within her tender hands
: where i am is where she is where love bursts frozen-SHUDDERINGLY
kisses across the burning sun is
passion exploding exhilarating us!
I am too this love we share
My eternally EVERYWHERE!
:: 09-01-2015 ::
Our Story
Hear our story, then, the story of time past and time future. The story of all centuries since and the stories yet to come. About to fall upon us is the nettles, The nettles, with their soft white stems, there is in each stem a sharp blue spike, Comes upon its prey with a sudden point
And pierces the flesh as the teeth of the nettle Pierce the ribs of a potato. Here lies the rat, struggling, straining, dying, dying, fighting to rise up. A thousand small bites from the nettles have enveloped the flesh of his body, we will strip him, pull him, tear him open, eat him, cut him in half, make him into soup,
burp out his meat and eat.
But this is time past and time future a story of all the centuries since and the stories yet to come.
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