destroy
EAT
devour
is what it
commanded
the Evil
is at times
a Friend &
friend @ times
Evil devouring
Love : is Judas
–the original
Liar.
:: 01.02.2023 ::
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The Liar
Not This Not That
HOW now is yester thing
you could be more than
anything other than
tomorrow | it isn’t this
and not that : love blob
bub buddy = we tried and
sang things we never heard
unsung : i made a pie for
your smile to EAT if y o u
become Easy in time____
i am a silver alien suffering histories
of all life forms lovely Mi-Lelion soon i come
finding our Blue Star and all the jaunty
rocks between my heart!
:: 01.02.2023 ::
Spiritual Prescription
It was mid-summer 1880 and a gust
caught my tan boater then flew
seeking refuge where lost hats go
i startled too much and blushed
then common sense became rage
i cannot ever be your goliath
for such a weak Soul.
:: 12.30.2022 ::
Eden is a Garden
EDEN IS A GARDEN
whose soil knows
not thorns
As Seasons are shadows
that cast upon lives
and dreams
i am not wishing
i am not weeping
i am not dreaming
but i am still here.
:: 12.30.2022 ::
An Angry Common Thing
IS beauty by my needing heart?
when my soul sang, ‘the universe
gave me the love i should adore’
Silently by my yearling love
i saw you and by unslow
more who and here
unto their unknown
leaving perfectly undo
leaving no thing perfectly
dressed i might adore
but her voice sings to me
and i am the angry common
thing of love.
:: 11222015 ::
Pieces
Whose pieces are these
that twinkle in dead?
whose heart can beat
without love or blood?
i am the pieces here
that twinkle in truth!
whose heart still lives
without love or blood!
Where darkness comforts
the broken moments of
golden wishes that flew
and crashed into ground
the saddest stories
are always and forever
of lost and love.
:: 12.18.2022 ::
The Family Cherry Stoner
THE FAMILY CHERRY STONER
i have allowed the world
to rape me with its eyes
and with thoughts they have
stabbed me through.
be kind be grateful
i have heard these voices pray
a shattered-like brown preserving
jar broken too;
a squashing pressure perturbing
my heart ~ a *Family Cherry Stoner
making six goblets redder than life
a condiment bottle for my tears
a broken doll upon crutches
fixing it’s wooden puzzles
And my bed, the gathering basket
upon the bread which lay my Soul;
and there i go! Falling upward
and begging so!
a family cherry stoner.
:: 05-29-2017 ::
*(Circa 1880-1900: advertised as “The Family Cherry Stoner,” the cherry pitter–intended to remove the stone without squashing the fruit was a popular kitchen item).
Dreams and Waking Thoughts
WITHIN a dream one dreamed or was the dreamer awake?
Dreamed the dreamer:
” In the Beginning God made
the Land then he made water
and creatures /some with hate\
like something life knows____
So upon a fine morning, in a
land of decent souls, one gorgeous
man and beautiful woman revealed
the Greatest of All Mysteries!
Then God erased
the memory of why and what.
Leaving only pain.
Like strict parents.
:: 12.03.2022 ::
Love Is a Hungry Language
AND when i speak it is where love is
in a faint hush breath upon a rosy cheek
and also deeply within the chamber of my heart’s
pallor that succeeds it.
AND there — I do know love’s language which is
that hungry heart within the eyes that resembles life!
And within my quivering skin I see love touch my hands
a thrilling trembling vision!
Love nests itself within the wild woods of human
minds || the glance of lightning deep soulful stillness
until the keen delight of a convulsive rapture kiss is
WHERE LOVE SPEAKS
The No One
I’D give up heaven to be close to you / but sooner
or later fate decides \
How i never wish the world to see my heart’s so broken
INside my Heart a forever rain
that never seems to dry
so every moment of truth & lies
can never understand but understand
i wanna know when i fell down the rampart of
horror’s unknown )inside + out( to strive
hard my angel wings so bruised from this day
Who i am
Who i am
is the
No One
within
Life.
:: 11.01.2022 ::
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