Sinkhole self warrior whisper victims to porcelain goddess velocity chastity miracle chalice swipe rough death
Empty rig rug door puncture dolls ring ring machine social security number golds
Limbed silence puppets
Campaign finance
Please don't send me home
It's scarier out there
The world is just too loud
It's too much for me to bear
Please don't send me back
Where everyone is mad
Where no-one understands
And tells me that I'm bad
Please don't make me go
Where I am all alone
I'm begging for you all
Please don't send me home
I promise I'll be good
If you let me stay
I'll fall in line and smile
Every single day
Please don't send me home
I think I'd rather fry
I don't think I'll survive
Don't send me there to die.
right winds blew...
...left clouds bobbing
night winds too...
...left clouds sobbing
For Steve with Love
your feel
still comes
to me
when I
recall
our love
filled years
our shared
passion
goes on
inside
my heart
though gone
are tears
decades
went by
while I
cried ‘why
did you
so choose
to die’
I know
in time
we will
unite
where love
feels no
good-bye
Crying isn’t anything.
Can’t be turned into a paper crane.
Just unfolding, sliced feelings.
Without friends around, I can eat a cookie while crying.
If I had one, it would be chocolate chip.
An apple could hit my head under this tree.
But there is no tree either.
And I could eat that fallen apple if it really did fall.
It’s like I want something to fall on me, like a frog falling from the sky.
Crying isn’t anything.
It isn’t a soft wind blowing steam from a far.
Sniffling and blowing my nose endlessly.
Just tears making me collapse.
Dragging my feet but not trying to move at all.
Just being pulled along by a zombie who is already bored of me.
Crying isn’t, isn’t anything-
Not real, not sweet, not the taste of the bottom of my shoes…
Crying isn’t anything.
So don’t try to knock on the door.
Eat those cookies you were about to leave for me.
Because crying isn’t anything.
As I sit and wonder why, one who dreams, she never cries
She always smiles but yet I doubt,
That anyone knows what she's smiling about.
Streaming like the rain outside
The windscreen wipers working like
My heart and chopping onions stuff
A testament to will the good of another
The kids are in the back and can't see what's going on
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling in the driving seat
I think of my wife and when we first met
She was always running late
As I was shoegazing on the corner
I needed a parrot sidekick
High on Belgian waffles and coffee
A hip new sensibility
The dash cam records the journey
Join me on my magic carpet
Grant me three wishes
Give me some tassel
In the Maghreb
I'll be your magic lamp
In order to reveal myself
Let's pick out curtains
The Crying Child
The child cries
wriggling limbs
Scrolling the heavens
Cringing away
from the clinging shadows
Streaming tears
drowning the earth
Echoing thunders
across the land
The land bleeds
even as the creators sleeps
She started crying in the middle of rages—
not the soft kind, but sharp,
like she’d cut herself on something
I couldn’t see.
She slammed drawers.
Shouted at a spoon.
Broke a plate and sobbed
as if the world had cracked with it.
Before she left,
my mother filled the kitchen with notes
written on paper towels—
taped to the cupboards,
the countertops, the fridge.
I couldn’t read,
but I knew they were important—
squares of paper whispering rules
for someone to follow.
And then she was gone.
We went to see her
in a hospital that smelled
like bleach and stillness.
She didn’t get up—
just sat in a wheelchair
with a white bandage
wrapped around her throat
like she’d tried to swallow something
that wouldn’t go down.
After that,
she came home quiet.
No more yelling.
No more crying jags.
She took down the notes,
made my lunch
and folded the laundry
like nothing had happened—
like maybe I dreamed it.
I didn’t ask why, and she didn’t say.
But I tried not to spill things.
I tried not to be loud.
My world’s eyes are crying
Wet tears roll down its face.
It cries for what it sees each day
And for the human race.
My world’s voice is calling
Shouts loudly everyday.
It calls our STOP and listen please
To what I have to say.
My world’s heart is breaking
Its love has turned to hate.
So, breaks and shatters everywhere
Just what now is its fate.
My worlds arms are reaching
Stretching far and wide.
It reaches out to hold man close
Embrace each man inside.
My worlds legs are walking
With strides now long and fast.
It walks away so we all must
Ponder on our past.
Please don’t go away dear world
We need you to survive.
How can we right this awful wrong
PLEASE help us stay alive.
And just when all was getting dark
I’ve seen a tiny light.
I think our world is turning back
To help us in our plight.
You MUST obey the golden rule
Bring love to everyone.
STOP all the ugly hate and war
Your ONE chance has begun.
Yes, dear world I hear your words
I PROMISE we will try.
For never do I wants to see
More sad tears from your eyes.
- So I cried.
I cried harder than I ever have.
And then -
I never cried again,
Because after counting every tear,
To measure their worth,
I realized nothing could ever again -
Be so valuable.
A single tear is all I can give,
For my body is drained of that pleasure.
I’m too weak to remember the years I lived,
Or the days too heavy to measure.
So where does that leave me falling?
What is it that could cure me?
A single walk would tell me nothing -
But at least for a moment I’d be free.
In the quiet peaceful moment
Does cry out a baby's loud
And in wonder I consider
What it's thought it gives forth
All about me people call out
So many words they do say
Many things they do tell us
Of the thought they do have
And in simple uncaring actions
In their last days quiet action
Simply being what they may
Say the sum of their life's
10 April 2025 1:08 PM
The sky is crying
Humanity is dieing
Giving way to transhumanist enslavement
Through mind altering entertainment
Cyborg glory can be yours a body that won't die
Just let them change your DNA and believe their every lie
Diseases and overcrowding the preach from every nation and mountain
Shortage of food and public housing climate change all lies from their poisonous fountain
Get your mrna shot it's the only chance man has got
Look here look there fear everything but our boiling pot
Soon the useless eaters will all be dead
And the usefull will have our chip in their head
Then satan will stand where he should not
Declaring himself as the one and only god
But his reign will be short lived
His chains are forged the pit lay open with its waiting lid
Yeshuas Kingdom of a thousand years
Will ensure that His gospel reaches every ear
Then satan will roam for a short while more
Then the weeds that spring up with him will be burned
And new heaven and earth God will make
And forever we'll live with Him where sin never again will wake
I
cannot
imagine
future living
without eyes tearing
while screams chest develop -
no acceptance views sooth me -
wanting release for inner peace
seems a futile painful endeavor
I hear heaven's precious angels crying -
relationships worship purpose tainted
truth will be lost as dysfunctions grow -
artificial intelligence
violates all hearts minds souls -
it is not progressive
but sick aggressive
to rape visions
choke mankind
undo
us
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