those tendrils of love
I sometimes feel
sometimes felt
render me feeble
speechless in any event
why my emotions
leave me senseless
that avoidance action
defensive with deep feeling
leaving me twisting
reprehensible to even reeling
makes me truly wonder
why should I
open my heart
even could I
when love comes
even loudly knocking
only to tear me apart
maybe I need
to further dig into this
likely a deep hole
try to bury my fear
along with my rusty hoe
so perhaps I could stop
hilling things up
like some consistent
infested spent crop
stop allowing my being
to cower or cringe
at that providential crossroads
with love's deep feelings
revoking my residential confidence
stop thinking that cadence of words
keeping me unglued
stop thinking those sinking thoughts
making me feel like true love
can never will never be saved
let me climb out of that hole
where I buried sweet love
turgidly so very long ago
unlock that fervent trap door
to love's turbid enclave
resurrecting sweet love
letting me crawl out of love's grave

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smell that sweet
smoked moose hide
listen to mukluk silence
quaint frozen words
speaking cracking brown
spirit Weasel Woman
telling round stories
founding grounded stars
wisps of teasel legend
ancient willow nips
hand in hand with birch song
myth equipped for rising
from a sacred crackling fire
I hear that wracking drum
mons sweating slowly
ump ump ump ump ump
circling that sacred tree
Gitche Gumee dancing
watching prancing Caribou
trek slowly south from true north
skimming over undulating mounds
inculcating sound Mother Earth
allowing profound undertow
beneath canopies of truth
mystical snow falling
those mythic gentle crystals
frosting brother Wolf
surrounding winter Wolverine
white on black border
touching sister snow
caressing White Ermine
with that still
black-tipped tail
waving pageant poetry
along Winter's ice bound trail
wandering down wild river bank
hoar frost expelled
within that excellent Arctic breath
sneaking up on exceptional Ptarmigan
speaking alongside receptive Arctic Hare
such powerful sweet smoke
pawing next to antlered Moose
redeeming true life
redemption comforting People
deep dreams through igloo winter
those long cold imagined nights
Brown Weasel Woman
Borealis welcome dancing
Aurora perfect as she stands
dogsled good like ancestral snowy right
those starry celestial bright nights
whispering sweet smoke
wisps curling forever upwards
magnificently touching heaven
curled lips beneath furry nostrils
unfurled inside ice and snow caves
Brown Weasel Woman believing
that is how rival Old Man winter
tribally must insistently behave

 

 

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craven mad hatters
other gutsy ghouls
stand applauding
storm troopers
action marching
parading down
numb city streets
those stomping boots
countless numbers
tromping through
crowded avenues
proud war
studiously bent
pestilent neo-nazis
occupying putsch halls
politicos dripping
with innocent blood
rationale forcefully spent
such international loathing
fashionably paints those
political stone walls
symbols of power
abhorrence once again
relishing visual harm
so residually profound
another individual round up
so fucking charming
disarming parties and masses
artfully considered less
than anything human
so things are alarming
grace is imprisoned
hate remains concentrated
mainly boundaries and camps
hence into brick gas chambers
those tricky buildings
rated as fabulous showers
once again
things are thick
this genetic farming
marking frenetic spots
where hot evil
permanently dwells
sparks lighting up those spots
merging crime with frightful murder
where unrepentant devils
those sentient fiends chortle
such a primitive guise rising
comprising mortal reticent evil
primal beyond anything
adamantly demented
rather than enlightened and deep
doctrine embodied
within another gaudy demon
those tawdry fascist portals
their man-made hell
touting grilled nazi verse
spilling tainted fascist semen
conversely stout
shouting immoral wickedness
such vain sinfulness
spouting so much
vile vicious words
those craven mad hatters
employing ghastly ghouls
shattering peace in our world
those chattering foolish hordes
deploying brutal war's tools               

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what ghost is this
while we're dreaming
some conjuring
hearing voices
softly speaking
echoes of lost mysteries
imagining surety
that pageantry
of convoluted death
what daunting spirit
must surely exist
manifesting orbs
simply unrealistic
ethereal life
watch this magic
witness this world
spin and turn
while simmering light
invading grievous darkness
continues to glimmer
shimmer and recite
those tragic stories
that simply do persist
to pervade our lives
cascade through
our mystic dreams
those cryptic shadows
often accompanied
by mysterious sounds
we seem to hear
as night alludes
to our resounding fear
when we wake
those stirrings trickle
for fickle drama's sake
haunting phantoms
which take us
to supernatural realms
regard actual phantasms
where magical illusion
steers one's imagination
perhaps even to
a ghost ship helm
what if then
phantasmic dreams
allude to self
as we wander hapless
where spirits dwell
what if then
eerie spectres
consist of what
our realistic fear
afflictions of those
hair raising things
we might even see
as we walk alone
heart pounding
as we exhale
excited startled breath
glancing down
some dim hallway
unclear reflections
perhaps enigmatic death
gaudiness reflected
by a spectral ancestor's
mnemonic mirror

 

 

            * * *

 

all these
fallen angels
ripping out
human hearts
all those
fallen angels
tearing out
mortal souls
every storm in heaven
disrespectful craving
every rave in hell
never allows us
to be truly well
each brutal war
no one
could ever win
where lasting hatred
forever dwells
each fatal car crash
we were relationally in
where brutal pain
and ruthless harm
was all we felt
all that trying fire
vying deep inside
consuming dreams
hope dreamed
at desirous times
real life is never
what it really seems
as fallen angels
commit horrid crimes
happiness it seems
is nothing but
some glorious myth
love it seems
is nothing but
an inglorious rhyme
if life's laborious storm clouds
every truly clear
then there's something
cruelly abnormal
about what
we do and did
yet there's nothing
charmingly normal
about me
or you
all these
fallen angels
surrounding all
of us
all those
fallen angels
profoundly harassing
even raging
crazy throughout
every immoral age
maybe glorious God
just doesn't care
perhaps true heaven
is no longer there
if we should ever
finally learn
to love and fly
if God's fallen
ruthless angels
ever have enough
truthful courage
to make amends
maybe human fools
shall rediscover
perfect love
but all that
certainly depends
on all this
hurtfully resentful
hate and dread
we carry with us
in our very hearts
being verily buried
in our crowded heads
when we're fencing
with that proud devil
when we're trying
to save our souls
weather constant war
trying to forever cope
with monstrous evil
while demon angels
appallingly want
eternal loveless hate
crawling onto
every galling level
driving hope
casting depraved love
into painful holes
tearing rabid life
into painful bits
along with human us
making sure
we're never whole
when covetous Satan
tries to catch us
viciously bury us
on voracious battlefields
blood soaked avaricious
trenches of love and war
maybe some purity
will finally reach us
when ascended angels
auspiciously reappear
curatively teach us
openly more
maybe jammed love
can truly guide us
pure light opening
love's damned door

           * * *

 

love must be
weakness
love must be
wrong
all these
broken hearts
speaking
broken words
singing broken
songs
love is
mostly abject
love is
surely cruel
forever
bleeding me
always
bleeding you
what if
needy love
truly
seemed to care
what if
greedy love
always
truly dared
what then
my love
would we want
to share
my dearest
friend
what would
sweetness be
what fleeting
goodness
would we
find to do
what then
could love
ever be
what caring
should we
ever really do
gathering up
what's left
of love
with all
its shattered
pieces
place all
those
scattered shards
seal them
into fractured jars
bury all
that hurtful lot
deep
in consecrated ground
if love
completely
disappeared
who would
ever notice
if we
weren't born
with true emotions
forlorn and tears
surely love
could forever
leave us
perhaps
wretched darkness
will let love
finally rest
maybe attest
to blessed earth
perhaps
when some future
loving someone
uncovers love's
lasting stains
discover
with that
broken
our crushing
forever pain
forgiveness
might be
found
maybe one
altruistic day
understanding
will finally
be revealed
then finally
come around
admit compassion
isn't just
some word
that is
insane
while some
true passion
altogether excavate
selfless love
those bloodied remains
above and beyond
all our weak
and cruel
loveless painful hate

           * * *

 

so this is where we live
where rivers run with blood
this is where we've gone
from where megaliths
once boldly stood
when sunset finally ends
that last ray of blessed light
disappearing from our lives
we'll realize we weren't right
maybe as oceans forever rise
flooding each and every shore
our clever dreams
will no longer
be severely faulty
or unrepentantly disguised
as each brilliant star goes out
signaling more universal cries
you know incorruptible God
has once again ruptured
letting all his demons out
knowing we have failed
creating our own dire hell
those dogs of total war
are running completely loose
chaos is what we see
eternal danger is what we smell
no matter now infernally hard
we all might pray
no matter what
we now might ultimately choose
everything we thought we knew
is wrought and done now
everything we bought and know
will soon be gone now
somehow God will keep
his universe separate
from what we think and do
somehow out there
there still should be
God's blessed sacred cow
when all your skin
simply sloughs away
when your disbelieving eyes
go completely dim
what a sight it will be
as we all writhe and scream
careening into mythical grim
conclusively falling over
permanent hell's delicious rim
into that malicious scene
where destructive fire
justifiably completes us
terminating once and for all
our historic gall
and inceptive cheat
surrounded with our careless sin
because of what
we've deceptively done
because of where
we've always been

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