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Schizophrenic Prose - the Secret Society of Hidden People

My soul is lost 
   upon ice-blue crevasses so deeply!
    help me my blue elephant
that lettuce is brave 
  like electrons always saying hello
    and never goodbyes!
You slip on lice and break your arms
it's all so SCHIZOPHRENIC: tangentiality!
stilted speech and phonemic paraphasia
are mainly broken-minded poets
   who use both sides of a pencil
  -+95% of black eyes kill 5% of rabbits
 and the bird whistles in Japaneses:
"sei shin bun retsu byo"
( mind split disease)
  where logic and proportion falls
between the King & Queen
  AND ALL ANGELS go to 7-Eleven
in their heavenly garments to buy
hot dogs and slur-pees
  and writing is a socially acceptable
form of schizophrenia...hmm....
  such is the paradox of delusion
and how are you?  When you walk down
a sidewalk to the abuse of verbally
abusive birds chirping loudly how
dull and stupid you are. So you move into
a homeless shelter and make new friends!

:: 10242015 ::

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The Ocean As Blue As My Heart

i was alone inside my skin
until I met you, then again
You always were with me
We walked across the light
tripping along the stones
called life that we all know
Caught your smile in the shade 
Of a bright and full moon
You called me out I went in
Hours into days we said 
Lightening walks along
Thunder talks our song 
i couldn't begin to express
so caught up in all your soul
It washes away all these sins
Life has a beginning so sweet
laced with the lips i taste
So i kiss you again and again
Hours into days we said 
each moment we won't waste
Heartbeats singing along the way...



                   --/--

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No Troll-Toll

I SAW the death creep three hooves and a beat!
A pregnant silence above violins stressed
strings--||dancing frets ~~~~~~~
A gnome drunk-walk scattering blackbirds
and neon-lit billboards ;a humid Mother Earth
(with no protection)
vaginal-air of sleepy fatigued wooden scents
Post-rain meltdown exhaustion sleeps
in hungry-soil love.
But the gnome cries, "I've no reflection
to redeem...no troll to toll beneath
fire-speaking coins upon my eyes!

Make the Earth Scream.  Make the Soul dream.
It is eating me!

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Anacoluthon Knights

i can never tell you how displeased readers 
  
   are by that position    the singular 

moment when nothing makes any sense

to them at all  but only to a few brilliant pebbles

that soar across the night canvas unknown
 to 
the dullards of academia
  it is the ONLY reason 
i write;   to express
 self to those very few 
who HEAR ME.
  the rest are noise and there is no 
time
 for wasting one's artistry on rigid brains
   and stiff 
necked human-geese.
Then again, my imagination never demands
  
an audience of understanding but more
 of an emotional receptivity.
 
  A slumbering shadowy cloud-vignette
     seeping from 
a tormented mind onto
   freshly sliced paper cuts.  
This is the 
color red screaming in a dying ink stroke.



:: 07-21-2017 ::

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Charles Bukowski's Confession

Listen up, folks, 'cause here's my confession,
I ain't one for modesty or discretion.
I'll tell you straight, without any delay,
What I truly adore, come what may.

It's hedonistic pleasure that I seek,
With every passion that I choose to peak.
I push the limits, go beyond the light,
And sometimes it scares the folks in sight.

But when the day is done and the night's begun,
I'll tell you, friend, it's all for fun.
The sun will rise and the world will shine,
And I'll be out there, living it up, feeling fine.

So don't you judge or try to reign me in,
'Cause this is who I am, and I always win.
My love for life is sweet and true,
And nothing, no one, can bring me down or subdue.

:: 03 26 2023 ::

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Your Grinning Dolls

Your dolls grin in my summer 
melted silver plastic sin
and I heard a crow caw 
all for my belated needs 
I never intended life 
finding my self six feet deep 
My pall bearer lover-needs 
me and my simple sweet soul! 
All for you I oiled 
your soul machine 
and I am cosmic 
mechanic heart 
I have the skills 
to fix your devour-mouth 
My pall bearer sees crow caw 
and I'm still six feet under 
Under your high heel-career 
and Versace style psychotic needs
And who (you) bury my bleedings
I keep your longest kiss under 
-- neath my broken bone cap knees 
and nothing hurts like my mouth.

: 07-16-2014 ::

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Cherry Blossom Heart

THE moon slid slowly from the light
to slumber in the crepuscular shroud

An illuminated universe lies
in the silver light’s glow

The mighty golden note slumbering
in a valley of undying silence

The distant crimson light’s whisper
Causing butterflies in its wake
The song of the moon played so sweet
as the golden sun faded behind

Now hear the bitter mocking warble
of the bitter hermit’s chant
and ghosts watch me leave you further behind

As the dirt drips down bedding your heavy box
the front of your funeral dress all shadowy lined
And droning iridescent crickets throb in time
within your beatless heart

Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White

Like a needle in the pinball machine
you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
If you’re the only one to hold me in your arms
Baby please don’t make me cry

Say it with me now

Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White

My Cherry Blossom Heart

:: 07.27.2022 ::

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Welcome My Ghosts

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 the 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 by Ghosts.

:: 07-12-2017 ::

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That I Am In Love

THAT i am in love
as dark streets
move by marching
fallen leaves of
autumn ...

THAT i am in fear
at times when i
catch my beating
heart living just
today ...

i am just me
and no one else
a single soul
within a body
so cold ,,,

that i am in love
makes me alive!

:: 08-22-2016 ::

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Koi Carped the 5th

Fury!
     Black striped and gold bands
  your ghost feet
     my shattered tongue

Oh love!
     What madness
  that fragrant flower!
     lungs as balloons with air

That Time divides:
  purple Pains &
  pink Pleasures

Koi
  carped the 5th
     the judge laughed
and gummy bears hate
     hungry lawyers.

:: 07-10-2018 ::