that AI finger
of AI God
in 2030
50%
of your life
will be
AI improved
that relentless
finger of modern
in 2035
80%
of your life
will be
AI approved
that religious
100% AI finger
of Almighty God
by 2050
95%
of what is
left or right
of your
perceptive life
will observantly be 
AI ruled
cruel as
that may seem
AI is
no dream
nor fool
AI should be
in all fairness
just a tool
but as
you and I
we all
shall see
willing AI 
will to over rule
instill command
over demanding land
beyond outstanding space
withstanding under sea
while faceless AI
traces left to right
technology over
rigidly subjected
digitally selective
receptive humans
benumbed slaves
to all that
stunning
religiously empiric
AI creed
what would
Lillith think
what would
Adam do
what if
all this
AI is
utter madness
some fiction
mindlessly gutted
so much friction
rutted and muted
every touch screen
hard drives
over heating
completely riveted
evidence digitized
constricted diction
freezing and shuddering
AI wrote
what if 
God decided
undivided cloning
inventive AI
decidedly throughout
every universe
armies of conversion
conflict drones
digitally directing
conflicted humans 
totally renewing 
renewable AI
in plain view
derision everywhere
each confusing something
more vision machine
than righteous flesh
envisioned muse
or life giving blood
every new something
more deliberate
all AI something
more than
AI faithful
that whole thing
everything AI
more than one dream
another moral orb
or immoral arc
more than
it seems
a growing spark
more than lightning
igniting those AI
erupting AI parts
given that artificial
superficial AI light
inciteful AI 
that AI invites

         * * * 

 

so we are
gluten free
all this construct
sticky blood
sucked out
sugar levels
still soaring
but now
we stand mute
mutate think
so we live free
but stated freedom
gals and lads
isn't always
super sweet
those suit guys
drinking blood
devouring raw
repetitively cheap
infinite pounds
of unrefined flesh
they no doubt think
pork tastes as sweet
as any profound
icing sugar
ginger bread
manger creche
so they are intellectual
sublimely wise
but truly
fanatic brilliance
a resilient tribe
of sublimated
multi-billionaires
gals and guys
some tall prophecy
comes from
all profit within
sacred honey
sanctified divine
free from disguise
sublime thought
straw into gold
instead of hate
replacing greed
those frightful lies
watch inflation
subtly wrought
all that viral
spiritual demise
freed up gluten
spiraling down
divining crowns
of spectral poverty
what so many
relative innocents got
veritably diagnosed
as peasant vampires
such pleasant insights
every sugar rush
each sweet victory
sucking with all that
valedictorian gnosis
all liquid sucrose
reflecting poetry
even regretting
relevant prose
you choose
interject thou
installed with thine
protein directorates
blood distilled 
victory into wine
effectual tyrant entities
scurrilously great
more statutory wealth
into more congratulatory power
retaining more silence
injecting oddities
plus miraculously deflated
out of all that evidence
an evidential
criminal pulse
ingrained as richly divine
nitch gluten has been
so deftly underrated
all those worldly
vampire skills
alien homeless cells
calling out hopelessly
tactfully denigrated
redacted and lost
gluten's true worth
so factually understated
all that underrated blood
a major protein
fully understood
standing at cost
sucking pure sweetness
surely bulldozing miners
ghoulishly mucking
deep within
Gozer's pavilion
so they are
that vampire cotillion
as they wretchedly feel 
utter completeness
total Gozerian
yet still etched as empire
always catching
fetching more vampires
all those millions
notably captured
within their own
empiric division
turning gluten free
boundless protozoal billions
timing each decision
mining lutine deep
moral shafts throughout
every protein sea
yet they are stone
nothing but bloodless
castles of hard rock zones
at best cold-blooded
heartless reptilians
feasting upon sticky
red hot blood
treating themselves
sultry with glutinous
icecream cones
purloined by devils
regimental trancing
entranced within their
availing bon fire
grand in exquisite capes
crowned with majestic horns
romancing all those
needy demon tones
all that lives
and all that's born
be it gluten free
or something even
oddly more forlorn

          * * * 

 

please don't
make her
cry man
give her 
a break
but please don't 
break her heart
don't make her
hate you man
tell her
how you feel
if you 
love her man
show her
love is real
don't call her
horrible names man
be kind instead
open up
your heart
if you
truly love
her man
kiss her man
kiss her
til she's panting
kiss her
more and more man
kiss her
til she's dreaming
don't let her
go man
she needs you
just like
you need her too
remember something
together bro
dreams really do
they can come true
if I 
loved her man
I'd kiss her 
to show her
all my love
is truly real
I'd gently 
kiss her man
I'd want
to see her smile
I know you 
feel the same bro
so just let her know
that all of you 
wants to care
so much passion
with her
so much love
need to share
and all those
magic kisses bro
she would surely
have to know
you truly love
and care for her
all your love bro
should be something
you truly want to show
but if she
walks away bro
after all your kisses
your fairy tale
passionate love affair
has surely gone stale
perhaps love
has thrust a knife
deep into
her heart
maybe love
didn't truly
trust her lips
keeping you apart
if you 
were ever
a dream
of hers
if she
loved you
even once
those million kisses
you two shared
will always 
have a place
in both
your hearts
even though
you've both cried
even bled
perfect love has
turned its
fervent head
so don't 
make her
cry man
make her
smile instead
give her
a break man
let her
know for sure
all that love
you have
for her
is so
much more
than all
that love
we share wrapped
clasped together
making torrid love
dinner and dessert
served in that loving bed

           * * * 

 

mystical Stonehenge
all that
surreal energy
winter solstice
standing stones
romancing souls
what a rocky
sacred world 
we stand on
a daily ray
so light
fairly admitting 
we are followers
so light
begin another
holy day
let light
brighten up
this changing world
minute by minute
light flows
day to day
from one realm
to a glowing other
that sacred energy
giving Earth life
those standing stones
that sacred spot
so light this magic
something that is
wholesome and right
as fantastically bold
fearless light
begins another day
those souls saved
dear brothers and sisters
witnesses praising
magnificent light
energy with its
insightful karma
a beneficial array
encouraging us
to clearly see
each bright
and shining day
joy of life
always something
that is right
I wonder
if everyone
all together
placed bare hands
upon one
standing stone
reciting prayers
singing Sutras
would gravity prevail
without words
a veil be lifted
that marvelous
sacred standing
ancient stone
rising up high
above those
spiritual heads
floating in space
telling brilliance
ancient stories
no one ever
could know
what sacred stones
have to say
standing there
in all that
mystic glory
so much
history there
so many
solstice stories
so holy sun
grants us life
another minute
yet lighting up
still another day
those ancient
mystically evolving
through all those
insistent years
of sunlit grey
standing stones
revelating there
with so much
righteous elation
sharing solid
revelation speaking
solstice enlightened
elevating things
such daring truth
for stones to say

          * * * 

 

all this
infinite ignorance
streaming freely
throughout our
steely world
all this
indiscriminate trying
worrisome fear
bringing more
fearful feelings
all this
moronic idiocy
egotistic leaders
monotheistic lunacy
always thinking
they are
rigidly right
all this
drunk destruction
bringing strife
encouraging plight
what about
righteous peace
maybe we
pleasingly should
tear open
our appeasing minds
rip out
our bleeding hearts
then just maybe
we would
finally see
some sort
of truth
perhaps then
we might
find peace
is where
truth is truly at
if our dreams
could only
let us see
about how
we should live
about how
we should
truly be
if only
we could
let it be
give peace
a real chance
let true love
fill our hearts
let compassion
empathetic trust
open our minds
maybe just then 
my passionate friends
we might all
live in peace
we might all
exist in harmony
we might all
finally truly be
at one with God
where Creation
is finally something
we can understand
when eternity
takes us all
finally living life
hand in hand
accepting earthquakes
shake us
to our very core
knowing lightning
sometimes disorder
strikes us
still we can live
strong and mighty
for ever more
though despot war
grinds us
down and down
when all
spite and more
all our nightmares
are so profound
found in one
terrifying swoop
one damn bomb
what should we
think and feel
is this living
where is freedom
can virtual peace
ever come along
to nurture us
let us see
how things 
should truly be
existence on this
blue sacred planet
walking on this
speaking holy earth
but even then
some ballistic truth
about all this
resistant ignorance
about all this
insistent hate
our so called
moral leaders
telling us
to hate and fear
telling us
to only believe
in what
they say
we should
forgive them 
for what
they really do
as all their
opportunistic greed
and all their
obtrusive destruction
is because
they know best
trusting them 
is what
we need
to simply do
so this world
built on crime
so full of harm
this dharma world
where so many
unarmed innocents
die and bleed
it seems
pleading stupidity
truly rules
indeed it seems
this is idiotic
this human race
existing in this
zombie world
consistently consuming
constant lies
wearing some
assuming twisted
religious face
when every ocean
wants to tell us
we need to be
reform all this
planetary commotion
since karmic survival
senses one final
incoming rival
apocalyptic case
one sadly terminal
extinction space
one final chance
before we permanently
fail and fall          

            * * * 

 

I tossed myself
surrendered and gave in
to raving automatic
laundromat life
leavened inside
washing machines
unevenly outside
turning seven
saving dials
twisting eleven
grave things
adding wistful soap
mixed with extra hot
time hopefully washing
my electric life
I had to bleach
tumble eclectically
scrubbed hard
acting asymmetrically
trying to aesthetically
anxiously remove
one damn spot
that bloody stain
something theoretical
marring my actual
tarred and feathered life
so I'm factually scarred
this ruddy ardent play
actually parting
stalwart curtains
fully exposing
my muddied mind
is this self necrosis
if only I weren't 
so damn blind
I picked myself
to bits and pieces
all I've left
deftly and neurotically
is a bereft bit
of splintered bone
one small piece
of bleeding soul
who knows
what more
I truly need
what could
any one
possibly ever do
I saw John
once again today
wandering that
same cold street
looking so old
John all alone
I have to wonder
where Moses sleeps
in some back alley
could Luke be snug
next to some
smug burning bush
encompassed within
some flaming
impartial house 
made from
reframed rumpus
stained cardboard
recycled shame
discarded boxes
old untamed boards
full of rusted nails
homeless old John
I have to wonder
what failed Paul thinks
how many Holy Grail times
has homeless Judas
tossed his smashed life
trying to wash
away every stain
trying to scrub
away all life's pain
maybe juggling swords
swallowing sharpened knives
speaking wooden words
refraining from regretful letters
lest there be no hope
struggling with those
utterly painful things 
those hanging trees
soulful goodbyes
things that got
too damn hot
just trying to cope
or maybe someone
a loved one
eventually drowned
somehow disappeared
this all brings
fear back to me
some washed up
hanging dream
that same brash
crude rushing stream
I've so studiously dreamt
times tangled together
exasperated by some
whirlpool dope
living broody life
being crudely free
so moody and automatic
I'm coin operated
life's own laundromat
wash me once
again this time
on cold cycle
maybe disarmingly
since I'm old then 
I'm freely recycling
purloining I'm guessing
I'll spin out
permanently pressed
so let me be
hermetically sealed
simply reveal
my hermit atmosphere
spherically address
Mark living around life
alone on some
barren ground
an isolated street
slim pickings bud
maybe you need
utter desolation
more daily pain
I've shared crucifixion
bread and wine with you
handed over cups of blood
chalices of medicine
drops of herbal tincture
verbally brewed at times
sweating newness out
a few timely
even loony dollars
shared my noon prayers
with leavened you
a few hopeful
golden shekels
but this one thing
these feckless shackles
we're both recklessly
arrested and locked in
this life of lust
our daily bread
who to trust
our daily sin
if brother moon
would tell us
true stable stories
about round tables
just how to be
together again
if father sun
would enlighten us
share grounding fables
keep things shining
curious us wondering
blessed laundromat
automatically washing
hellfire asunder
under telling shimmering
tossing all life's
spell binding blunders
into a rebellious sun
perhaps then
we'll finally see
come to understand
that making thunder
take grand lightning
brilliance and all
life's hunger pains
pondering all of life's
distressing stress
waiting to see
how much
we confess
our bonne fete
fire dance
our spiritual
veritable dress
how much
we strain
how much
we complain
want to truly know
our final destiny
want to finally hear
our moral soul
that angelic refrain
everything chorale
once I'm all
washed and dried
once I've rubbed out
all those wicked stains
maybe my stubborn soul
will chant and sing
find old Moses and John
out on that 
cold lonely street
bring them in
show them where
to place all that
lifelong bitter pain
removing that forever
along with all those
sinfully stubborn
jungle and desert stains
bury all that
sloughed off
wretched scarred skin
skins we were
hopelessly existing in
living rough times
even rash and dash
living through sin
enough cold ashes
gathered from
what remains
of that mountain
burning bush
let master Moses know
tell flabbergasted John
message every street
inform every soul 
that cast out Judas
was even blessed
beyond all those
deep canyons
hard choices
we all made
past all those
perilous mountains
feeling living pain
arranging ruthless life
still we kneel
drinking blessed truth
finding perilous freedom
from a sacred fountain
something that asperulus
naked Moses found
up on a holy mountain
that place I tossed myself
in that laundromat encounter

                * * * 

 

what about
these next
hundred years
what about science
how about fiction
what ever
will come true
maybe we are
science theory
fiction vexed
crying crocodile tears
what mocking
trying ambience
will there be
will diction exist
in a hundred years
will humans have 
a relevant view
or just grunts
surely predicting 
those zombie growls
some languid tongue
licking wooden bowls
that held mongrel
boiled rodent stew
what about salt
or sugar sweet
will there be
anything new
who will be
held at fault
for some rocky
stoned psychedelic future
where psychotic life is
rezoned and incomplete
will myopic rain fall
or optic sun even shine
what about synoptic water
will it be potable
or notably acidic brine
in an elliptic hundred years
earth may stop spinning
our cryptic souls may be
shifting in purgatory
those nifty moves
we grinningly thought
were awesomely winning
may be obstinately full
of loathsome pain
sulphursome with strife
nothing really new though
something still resembling
this modern toxic life
something that our zombie brains
will see as science fiction
not understanding fire
never sustaining love
ingrained entirely
mattersome with hate
might not be a cause
for war or even friction
we might find ourselves
in some empty place
where food for thought
has completely abandoned 
this flagrant human race
in another hundred years
we may be eating dinner
sharing a grunting table
in a world of growling demons
whether it be science fiction
or some other crazy fable
so this is my prediction
at this amazing speed
we're crazily going
we'll still be
predilection short
of true compassion
somehow void of even
an odd bit of real grace

           * * * 

 

all those subways
below some surface
running along
steel rails
under Boston
snaking along
beneath New York
shaking up
this human race
beneath Montreal
revealing something
a myriad of sublime
under Edmonton
that twisting
stressed out
human face
below Sydney
in New South Wales
a constant throng
of working people
struggling daily
to just get along
all that underground
tunnels going
funneling someplace
under merry old London
trundling somewhere
running in time
along all those
hardened steel tracks
those unpardonable
grid patterns
a rumbling noise
those subway lines
maybe earthworms
have it right
constantly tunneling 
here and there
a survival fight
maybe people too
compare to that
just trying 
to get someplace
that matters
some unknown place
where someone cares
what if
we dug deeper
try to find
not even
something new
but something
good and true
I can't help but wonder
having traveled 
all those
subway trains
having imagined
what else
could be
those cramped 
and rumbling
subtle lanes
would somehow
take us all
to that
perfect place
where we all
could have
a perfect view
of knee jerk life
and respectful living
on this planet
a perfect place
where freedom
truly exists
where people 
in general 
were kind 
and giving
instead of 
all this 
human sorrow
so many people
borrowing and scrambling 
each and everyday
just trying
to make
ends meet
just trying
to find
something in life
where love
shows its face
where life
is perhaps 
full of grace
all those subways
we travel
all that underground
beneath our feet
where dreams 
try to come true
where human spirit
seeks and searches
every single day
hoping that in time
we'll catch that train
which takes us back
to where we
once belonged
to that special place
where everything
wasn't always
so intolerable
where so many things
always seem to go
so damn wrong

         * * * 

 

as I stare
into your fire
I whisper
just let me
draw you closer
I just want
to clearly see
your intimate
dancing flames
I fervently need
to sensually feel
your passionately romantic
searing heat
as I imagine
how your glowing
embers feel
mysteriously beneath 
your burning skin
I have to wonder
if true love
somehow exists
unknowably within
your yearning soul
I try to hear
listening so very closely
to your epic sizzling
as you crackle and burn
going up in exaggerated flames
tears come to my eyes
not to extinguish
your wanting fire
but to gently wash
in broken rivulets
through all this love
beyond our hearts
through all our burning
combusting desire
those important things
we want to trust
those portent dreams
we need to keep
glowing embers
deep in our souls
all that fire
burning in our hearts
all that precious love
we hope to one day know
helps me see through
your flames and flare
helps me accept
just what and where
I might find fuel
to keep this burning
love I feel
for all you are
and all that
consuming fire
that I see there
all those bursting embers
igniting into flames
everything your blazing heart
dares to share

              * * *  

 

why
did Mars
give up
its water
why
did Moon
accept its fate
when Tao
speaks about fluidity
says water
more than matters
should blessed
Mother bear
another ritual
sacred other
water planet
initiate that
rather soon
what about
inspired Father
would he
ever bother
to say
some perfect
another prayer
make Earth's
brilliant Moon
an ocean
of delight
or would
a tougher
regimented planet
that desert
warrior Mars
fight for that
perfect right
what if
reflective water
didn't ever
effectively matter
would rumbling
immeasurable Jupiter
or humble
treasured Saturn
cleverly decide
to ocean too
what if
planets changed
their minds
would volatile
unrefined Mercury
do the same
in kind
what if
resistant Uranus
became ever hotter
would insistent
Neptune beseech
creative Mother
contemplate and pray
to universal
inventive Father
or would
contemplative Pluto
decide to
conversely rule
let reversible
contemptuous Mars
have its inverse
liquid water
let brother Moon
become wet
even hotter
will creator Sun
decide to bear
another Venus
an unfettered
adventurous daughter
tribal Kin
plus others too
if Tao
could unravel
each hidden
galactic mystery
what would
reactive Universe
say about
its moral history
would oral
Creation laugh
create and speak
about another
keep spectator Moon
and distant Mars
as they
already are
let relational Earth
go on
and on
keep spinning
forever revolving
and resonating
singing proactive
water tunes
or is
Holy water
an essential
blood thing
of earthly Being
would restless
barren Mars
transfer to ocean
song with water
singing within
emotional Creation
God's Holy throng
what solar excuse
could there ever be
besides bringing
within another layer
sacred vibration 
liquid blood
and credential water
like that
vibrantly creative
viscous invitation
that silent intention
prayer of course
at pliant home
forever flowing
being molten
propitious inside
aqueous you
capriciously running
deep within
terraqeous me

        * * * 

 

all she sees
are men that use her
all she knows
are men that abuse her
all she understands
are men confuse her
what about this
human nature
father above mother
sister less than brother
what if women
could be equal to men
would women then
be like that as well
one always above another
would women too
become abusers
would some women then
become nothing but users
what if things were better
women and men
equal together
respect and love
being normal stature
what kind of world
would we live in then
what would moral life be then
would true love and real respect
become our social zen
would equality reflect
human nature then
or would equality
what society still expects
be on a scale
from one to ten
but we are animals
in one true sense
one lording it over another
without any real recompense
so all of nature's inequality
does it really make any sense
so Creation's inequality
is perhaps God's natural defense
what if tables turned
women always above men instead
perhaps Praying Mantis
know God's flipping secret
that gripping female Mantis
nipping off her male's head
so perhaps equality
is nothing but corruption
like water into wine
and flesh made into bread

               * * * 

 

please look
where you
have come
erupted from
what you
have done
your vision
where you
are now
what you
are doing
thus envision
where you
are going
what will
you do
hollow war 
follows us
recklessly around
that frothing
rabid dog
holy peace
keeps its
tragic distance
an untouchable
magic star
my folly
I doubt
what I
have done
how I
have been
so uncertain
how I
truly am
how should
I be
I'm hesitant
what I
should do
where I
will be
but yesterday
it was
coldly raining
now today
it is
frigidly snowing
I am
rigidly waiting
still trying
to be
somehow hopeful
still praying
for tomorrow
summer sunshine
may hopefully
one day
favourably come
once again
that welcome
hopeful glory
surely will
eternally be
all we
will see
I am
forever wishing
on shining
yearning stars
to tell
concerning us
still bright
truthful stories
clearly revealing
who we
truly are
I'm wanting
for some
loving heart
to kiss
my quivering
shivering lips
that gentle
blissful touch
my very
mystic soul
I'm dreaming
for that
one mystical
perfect day
when my
lonely eyes
will truly
spiritually see
far beyond
this bleeding
hopeful heart
populace will
surely come
wanting to
divinely behold
always needing
that perfect
instrumental love
true tranquility
shall purely
faithfully be
simply everything
we know
can't help
but lovingly
actually feel
what we
steadfastly cherish
what we
always forever
truly see

        * * *  

 

I'm searching
for words
numbers
letters
some alphabet
something numeric
that would
be more
precise
that could
better describe
how I feel
more over
how I am
it seems
I'm reeling
being something
other than
normal
just perhaps
more formally
painting pictures
pencil drawings
even charcoal
sketches
might mean
more
than words
or numbers
there is
a mighty sword
cutting out
my heart
slicing me
to my bones
I simply feel
modern life
has torn me
completely apart
rendered me
with its razor knife
to little bits
down to nothing
to tiny pieces
to that particular
broken place
where all
my particles
can never
truly atone
or truly
find
some genuine kind
of stardust
shaft of light
bringing me
fully back
to that
divine place
where my
wandering
searching
soul
will
find itself
in my
true home
so in my
confusion
yet beyond
muddy delusion
I feel
ready
to favour birds
chirping insects
telling me
their sacred stories
freely sharing
their sacred sounds
such holy words
all their rhythm
all their numbers
abounding 
with natural
divine glory
revealing
to me and you
God's precious
consistent glory
dressing existence
with divinity
that holy crown
so we might see
from our earthly view
Creation's cherished
priceless story
more than
words and numbers
could ever do

         * * * 

 

I'm trying
to hear
all those things
you say
forgive me
but you're 
so far away
forgive me
if I don't hear
those important words
but I'm deaf
so your precious words
are still unclear
I'm trying
to truly see
but I am 
truly blind
maybe someday
when we wake
we'll hear each other
we'll see all
our troubling mistakes
maybe this universe
has other things
revelation in mind
maybe our deaf ears
and our blind eyes
will never find
true love
has somehow
touched us
though we are
so far apart
maybe one day
we'll see truth
finally truly hear
each other's words
find in our dreams
that precious part
priceless love is still
deep within
our broken hearts

           * * * 

 

when I die
toss dead flowers
blissful laughter
across my grave
plant hard nuts
leaven encircling
my hard head
plant heavenly summer
fruit trees
add relevant winter
a pear tree
one sacred splinter
near my
resolute feet
that way
no matter
how I lie
debating whether
I be two
or six feet under
no matter
how haunted
my grave is
I'll be solitary
undaunting
creative thunder
voluntarily cumulative
absolved by cool
penultimate earth
imagine lush
resolve summer
into brilliant fall
somewhere beneath
falling stars
adoring grace
resolutely envision
dark winter
into enlightened
furious spring
along with everything
that dark night
both you and me
our very souls
growing light
know one thing
what cosmic truth
emergent universe
is truly worth
duly behold
unfolding death
resolving absolution
into birth
curious revolving
every neon soul
now I am
relevantly moored
finally resting
in this comforting
relegated cave
all on my own
here I meditate
relate to dying
existence elevated
be more inclined
in this receptive stage
to exceptional trying
conceptive compliance
silently echoing
supreme belief
as newly inceptive
uncaged spirit soars
scattering light
above me
visualize relief
below me
my collective grave
where new born
generates into
something more
energized creation
one day sighing
truly reborn
undying elation
joyfully crying
finding filaments
of divine visibility
crossing cosmic
righteous space
revealing light
where creative
proves insightful
forever delightful
where gravity
cleverly converges
left and right
maternally guided
meeting truthfully
eternally emergent
beyond all this living
through all this dying
my eyes are burning
my soul is quivering
what divinity saved
picking up dead flowers
embracing reliant prayers
scattered gracefully
across my raging
silent grave

         * * * 

I heard your songs
once again today
those sad endings
those edgy elements
of hopeful beginnings
Leonard Cohen
when you died
I think this
mountainous world
shifted somehow
from bleeding bliss
to something more
sisters of mercy
more sloppy mess
a poetic avalanche
of daring scoff
full of burning desire
inspired love songs
your poetic words
painting love pictures
all that torrid love
scratching at horrid war 
even stirring this
swirling cesspool
so scurrilous
that morbid hate
so we are
emotionally bloodied
thus we are
mentally furious
what if secret love
refused to touch
our bleeding hearts
what if all
our loving kisses
turned to scarring jeers
always rolling over
to war and strife
all your Hallelujah songs
your rhymes of love
all your crying poems
your thoughts on hate
leaving curious imprints
something even
black and white
those coloured pieces
seriously tattooed
upon our broken lives
your hopeful music
your token muse
like all you were
all that you are
you sang about angels
you wrote about G-d
so faithful Leonard
everybody knows
steam and dreaming
this human cauldron
still some cream
but roiling
forever boiling
demanding more
G-d all your children
are constantly raging
what if Suzanne
brought us more
refreshing tea from China
sweet juicy Greek oranges
filling our baskets
such perfect love
help us see
even help us find
that one
true meaning
of sweet life
though we are frail
we still must be strong
our ships at sea
in full cosmic sail
sailing G-d's ocean
proving true love
surely won't fail
this love journey
one we yearn to keep
Leonard to Marianne
a thousand kisses deep

             * * * 

 

Judas dropped by
once again
lopsided today
margins of that
shattered rock
still knocking
on my cryptic door
just stopped by
to openly say
first hi and hey
then something
cosmically elliptic
Judas said
digesting tryptically
hello again
just like he did
those other days
seriously though
Judas arrived
again together
one last supper
righteously on time
inviting acknowledgement
spirituality bro
deciphering
this living
contrived rhyme
Judas knelt down
needing sacred time
to simply view
raw mother earth
I knelt down too
acknowledging
my raw nakedness
our vital birth
leavening and breathing
grateful for heartbeat too
Judas lay down
heartbroken
on solid ground
wanting to feel
profound quality
manna for meat
sacred vibration
purity through maturity
speaking holy
blood into wine
those heathen prayers
splayed openly
displayed upon this
sacred ground
oh frayed Judas 
profound brother
what destiny wrought
Judas fucking Iscariot
a resonant state
what prophecy brought
enticing meditation
up on my concise
pondering porch
chants and prayers
wandering
that first hard knock
which I heard
wondering
debating time
second helpings
of this and that
chewing up signs
digesting divine
tic toc tic toc
ingesting revelation
ignite that holy torch
oddly even
ad hoc
proud prophecy
scorched and burned
aristocracy mate
that golden bull
that christmas cake
that fatted calf
each bold lurch
behold wealth's church
place one side up
every turn taken
put one side down
that fateful curve
destiny's illumination
what Judas spake
final destination
buying all that
lasting pain
power and silver
all that wealth and glitter
as we bleed and hang

             * * * 

 

strange
do you
see me
while I still
see you
if you
breathe me
know this
I still breathe
all of you
driving me wild
like you
used to do
if you
hang on tight
I'll drive you wild too
let me be now
yet somehow
still I love you
lost in love
that brilliant vision
I sense lost love 
obstinate derision
ultimately now
in my own
defense
I somehow
sense 
love's fate
your being
in recompense
I've gone
completely blind
so I'm not
seeing
anything really
but distance
through that darkness
feeling memories
instantly
lost love
still insistently
from somewhere 
tucked deep inside
my clouded mind
still emerges
when I think of you
resurfaced
remove love's shroud
I think destiny
has driven us
more over
sweet love
shoved us
still unmarried
relatively marred
all that
harried way
whence we
defensively
called home
entranced
standing there
outside love's receptive door
thus in my deceptive fantasy
love's epic dance
I dream romance
pensively still
we dream alone
somehow
I'm still lost
imprisoned
by costly love
chapter after chapter
within this epic tome
true love found
while I hear you
addressing love
confessing memory
so well adorned
by sacred
blistered love
comforted 
by unforgotten kisses
witnesses
to that
holy shroud
so still
I see you
caressed by love
I'm arrested
ulterior dismissiveness
yet I still
need love
seek remissiveness
I'm lost and found
comforted
somewhat less
by fate's decision
remorseful destiny
lately lost love
those yearning memories
piled high
scorched and burning
yet of course
days and nights
so well filled
blessed by love
distilled by trust
enriching vision
true love envisioning
kisses eternal
blissful vibration too
trying to understand
something
that still
sees me
as I
in my dreams
still see you
rearranged
dear love
really so very
terribly strange
something magic
a storybook view
still something
dark and tragic
about me and you

          * * * 

 

Post 1001.

I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
then I died
I was born
now I am
waiting to die

     * * *  

 

I touch you
just once right
in passing
a light brush
my two fingers
one deft hand
drawing something
that dawning
a thin line
right across
your star sign
crossing songlines
what a feeling
your entrancing
mesmerizing eyes
flashing messages
insightfully revealing
something about
inner cravings
silent feelings
something even
oddly deeper
meaning relevant
carnal love
confessing darkness
a tawdry space
even expressing
oddly pressing
outer rage
what if
we never
even touched
oddly what about
just letting go
so much
addressing time
repressing all
my emotional itch
conditional really
if love 
were blind
if only I
was deaf
even dumb
would just
some odd touch
really matter
all that
love and such
could be
much rounder
might be 
roundly fonder
what if
profound dessert
everything always
after taste
some spoiled 
same name
reframed flavour
so I
thought about 
it all
behaviour savouring
bits and pieces
just a touch
nerve endings
some honey call
brushing life
with fantasy
some touch
in its infancy
maybe urgency
crouching tiger
insurgent laughing
eagle calling
emergent crying
hungry lion
what a roar
thirsty fire
glowing embers
within hunger's core
resolving flaming
involving burning
attentive sighing
let me
touch you
once again
maybe lightning
will decide
to strike
maybe something
all this
more enlightening
outer feeling
on this
sacred ride
my heart
touching foolish
my mind
crouching rudeness
is it
proudly crude
my pride
letting your
entrancing sound
fancifully open
my closed
try profound
third eye
what if
I hear
your inner
realized truth
even bitter
self entitled
serialized thought
might I
get a taste
of your inner
infused self
would I 
finally see
your flowing
radiant hair
your romancing
dancing eyes
my obedient self
might I
finally touch
your living soul
finally giving
into feeling
gently touch
your beating heart
kiss your parting lips
starting with
just another touch
brushing life
an eventful crush
with music
your swaying hips
assembling love
trusting your
inner part
sharing vital
vitality and lust
yet truly
real caring
trusting love
resembling all
that trembling
inner with outer bliss
cosmically reflecting
all that
precious love
that exists
within all of this

          * * * 

 

drink
from this
deep well
holy water
quench this
lasting thirst
think 
about this
sacred shell
holy matter
within this
earthly curse
drink
from this
holy well
deep water
what is
holy worth
think
about this
sacred place
this deep well
where God exists
what if
holy comes
revealing God
that sacred face
revealing will
creative light
arrival so precious
revealing grace
that sacred peak
so righteous
in holy style
that deep well
where holy dwells
that sacred spring
is God's delight
such a holy thing
liquid creation
with that
precious sight

       * * * 

 

I gave away
my car
just gave away
all my money
signed over
my house
to someone else
I quit my job
quit my life
I quit my self
quit my kids
even quit my wife
surrendered beloved
trusting pets
to unholy CPS
so much desperation
just like every nation
stripped naked
wanting to stand out
floundering in that
resoundingly raucous
waiting for rapture
in that romancing
carnival street
demand complete faith
awaiting this final hour's
tempting saviour
some holy relief
temptation coming down
somewhere on high
divinity's temptress
descending between
those scarily parting
impartial clouds
verily such holy 
moly behaviour
saviour brilliance 
mystically favourable
shining light
so rapture me
take me up
captured I shall
enraptured I will
most surely rise
encapsulate me
being exceptional
in glorious heaven
that paradise place
somewhere so curious
God once visited there
meritorious dreams
notoriously far away
somewhere so sensuous
hidden far beyond
deliriously distant
far off galaxies
galactically boundless
mysterious universe
far past all those
glimmering stars
rapture me
right off this
sinfully chaotic street
prophets tell me
not to fear
rest assured
demons can't
capture me
believe in Jesus
whose coming
relief to do
something real
sit down to have 
one last supper
take a stand
once again
I'm not sure
roll away
each cryptic stone
exactly what
make peace
good luck
with that
stop war
raise up
all those
war dead
good luck
my inceptive friend
make things
receptive concepts
in prophetic Christ
somehow better
perhaps conjuring
something elementary
for good behaviour
another socially acceptable
conceptual device
good luck again
accept stoning
expect crucifixion
we're so dead
beyond this
planetary dread
cred mass extinction
things are going
steadily deeper
into planetary memory
some final keepsake
museum pieces
that artless distinction
geologic reformation
creating continental heartache
so rapture me
I want to go
be one in heaven
be one adorned
with that glowing
supernatural aura
wear all that
rapturously supreme
bejeweled heaven
my heavenly crown
such ghostly light
making me think
mostly for my ego
for god's sake
good things
about myself
think about
placing me
as somehow
tastefully perfect
one heavenly recipe
enlightened being
eternally spicy
truly seen
in God's pure 
cinnamon light
remembering  gold
all those spiritual things
frankincense and myrrh
all things are suffering
so why wait
for wiseman gifts
for mystical healing
something magical
medicine from heaven
to wholistically heal
all our running sores
to finally truly mend
our deep and weeping wounds
isn't that what
biblical medicine is for
it's written in 
one smitten bible
heal yourselves
Jesus told us so
so why wait
for something
that may
not come
that fantastic
summer dream
autumn's phantasmic
wish for spring
your holy prayer
hoping all those
desert bound
seers and soothsayers
socially deemed
as truthsayers
tik tok tik tok
truly prophets
so truly not foolish
but truly caring ones
so dream about
rapture this
even imagine
rapture that
shouldn't we 
just daily live
our best attitudes
gratitude for lives
beatitude for living
trusting jive
must be trying
so it seems 
knowing we
might not be
heavenly blessed
trusting those things
that really work
must be so trying
bringing real peace
making being things
peaceably better
ease suffering
share gentle
keep in touch
sentimentally as much
as we
two legged beings
possibly can
woman and man
so much more
than enough
with our own
two talented hands
keep open minds
dealing with everyday
all that work of daily life
all those challenging demands
so keep connected
Eden could have been
our connected clans
our shared and blessed
holy land
we are
messed up now
our present stand
we all wait
some for love
some for peace
some for healing
some for rapture
some for more
important social stature
but mostly wait
yes we will
boast about continuing
enduring constant pain
feeling pain is part
of breathing and moving
yes things shall
will forever suffer
suffering is part
of simply being
someone tough
someone waits
enough trussed up patients
moment to moment
terrible suffering
somehow need
heaven to appease
try to elude
a painful fate
don't foolishly wait
embrace blessed life
heal yourselves
brotherhood and sisterhood
could together plant
seed all that
perfect fruit
mother cultivating sacred
not just that procreating
bleeding part
gather together
all those
healing herbs
activate insurgence
vibrate gently
merge with vibrant Eden
virgin purity
emerging fruit
resurgent orchards
replacing fields of gmo
conversion gardens
replant forests
forest being
that perfectly reflects
God almighty
delight in all that
mother earth glory
give up on poverty
renounce imbalanced hunger
enough pure cool water
quenching every thirst
announce prosperity
create each happy story 
we should each be
happily seeing
fresh springs flowing
oceans full of hopeful life
continents flourishing with sacred trees
tribes nourished by happy
sometimes desert or jungle
wandering lives
female and male
as equals please
loving human beings
give up hate
cultivate rapture
give up war
just don't wait
instigate heavenly joy
what is more
manifest joyous
magnificent creation
mirror transcendent God
ascend with that
garden invitation
rapturous might
reflecting prophetic
enraptured sight

          * * * 

 

I just can't
find that
or any
potent word
I hear some
grumbling profanity
those important
potable words
importing insanity
lord but I can't
describe them
impunity prescribes
pure portability
derivatives of notions
blends of imagination
inventive potions
as I see it
but what
I choose
I just can't 
socially comment 
anything about it
maybe augmented
I'm finally trying
emotionally implementing
diplomatic things
express completion
submit to nothing
embrace beauty
caressed by bliss
maybe mix
some other
physical concretion
strictly maybe
I've been 
instinctively divining
once again
distinctive dreams
reminding me
channeling so many 
spell binding
dumbfounding obstacles
resounding things
profoundly finding me
conjuring distant scenes
mud and deep ruts
rocks and pits even
that somehow eventually
confine me
mindful entanglement
a self-serving kind
sometimes defining me
a compliant arrangement
still I feel
kind of hobbled
I do try
what trying
nobly brings
defiant engagement
if I could
just incite fabulous
invite salubrious
attach salvation
address love
there are
those magical
frivolous words
wholly factual
my devilish own
actuate forging
describing sacred
what I can't
even begin
want to smelt
form maga ingots
out of true
righteous life
melt pop
submit glop
divining spring tonic
into divine autumn gin
what sweet music
I'm genuinely hearing
wearing this guilty grin
admit my endless guilt
bear written words
to even begin
even attempt
so implement divine
incline towards
divine building
such perfection
could it be
a servile crutch
out of control
verve and intention
rounding each
contentious
dangerous curve
pretentious nerve
in that collective
blood letting
such alphabetical din
redemption
that should be
relentlessly sensuous
flush rapid words
trickles into floods
describing fumbling
what would
tumbling feelings
deceptively be
should somehow
conceptually become
indescribable sin
not some
idealogic win
inceptual words
striving for truth
speaking honestly
forming new ideas
mouthing new ideals
worthy words
molten lava flowing
from erupting volcanoes
bold rapturous revival
this transformative
informationally fractured
actual worldly formation 
somehow corrupt
this uncouth world
disinformation
where we still
somehow manage
still we are
here breathing
songline dreaming
still we live
here belonging
to our own
sacred dream place
on our own
sacred ground
graceful longing
where blessed truth
where respectful peace
wavers existentially
speaking love
peaceful dove resistance
through clenched teeth
somewhere tough
maybe outer space
still that
rough judgement
enough elite
bitch favouring
unsavoury lies
rich meaningless
artificial flavoring
grudge driven
unsavoury war
officially unwavering
victory a total loss
of strictly meaningful
complete absence
of gifted words
old oral
political sense
most reflective
entrenched and befitting
made-up
cost effective
syllables collectively
careening towards
immoral floss
inflated evidential
selective token speeches
invoking moral words
waving bloody swords
trying to defy gravity
elitists redefining
their very own
sordid trying depravity
reciting refined poems
more speech crazy
crying insanity
those richly paid
elitist mortals
bathed in staid vanity
telling profitable lies
choosing reckless words
relying on a magic alphabet
mystically divining imaginary
relentless sound
unrealistically
trying hard to sell
their feckless own
trying to blissfully
immeasurably lay claim
to treasured
sacred ground

          * * * 

 

your mountains
those high peaks
your long valleys
such deep canyons
blue glacial ice
so many granite fissures
raging blizzards
blowing snow
water symptoms
trickles into streams
everything about you
even crystal clear
pristine alpine lakes
eventually everything though
rushing towards some 
uncharted ocean
what about sacred springs
do you know
what about
miracle fountains
please tell me now
what about ancient
mature forests
I've tried measuring you
your vast wilderness
no wonder love
your mountain treasure
remains so well hidden
maybe it's your landslides
that crafty forever
whipping wind
severe blowing
drafty seemingly forever
funneled down
from alpine caverns
into your lower
unexplored caves
who ever knew
all those tunnels
would lead up
to moral stories
you could be
so finite yet galactic
could it simply be
your solar system eyes
redemptive glory
wanting to reveal
unimaginable horizons
no matter how
but hard I try
whatever it is
that I do or say
with my troubled sight
I doubtless need
to envision more
seek healing light
it comes down 
to blatant excision
you know
so material revision
you know
so precise incision
but still my love
you make me
curl up and cry
after your precision style
where I almost die
every decisive condition
I know I was enticed
by how much
you entranced me
by just how much
you could bleed me
your personal inquisition
torturing my poet soul
even then you watched me
cut myself cut myself cut myself
macerate all my dreams
cut away cut away cut away
incarcerate my inner vision
I should be unchained
done with derision
try to fully heal
me still trying
to somehow envision
deep incisions 
lasting painful visions
why my eclectic heart
deceives my sympathetic
electric neon eyes
my prospective dreams
remained the same
finding me as always
lost somewhere
floundering in love
me far out at sea
sounding deep oceans
me needing to shit and pee
but I can't find a toilet
anywhere with a door
so more and more
that scenic tour
never a closing door
pleasure that
au revoir
I'm drowning here
and still I can't see
though I try to be
that thing you want
for me to change
being whatever
you think you need
be something other
than some tragic love
which so often bleeds
now I'm unstitched
I've broken my tether
I'm no longer haltered
but no matter
how hard I try
thinking I should
stay bound
to your love
stay tied up
even corralled
but I simply can't
soundly
give up my own
lifelong horse race 
my sacred chant
that spiritual face
so I could
take up some other race
so I would
even begin to embrace
all of yours
but I just can't
only yours
this love affair
no matter how
painful this all feels
I'll always know
just how much
love truly cared
but I dare you
frayed I simply can't
I'm gut wrenched
recalling love's kisses
love's sunshine days
such stormy misses
nightly love
romantic plays
I'm static sorry
I'm lost now
we've admittedly lost
love's magic fairy tale
please don't
berate me
I just can't love
I just can't stay
all those last things
love is too  painful
that past special
delirious morning magic
what we would do
all those loving things
what we would say
all those romantic things
feral currents change
gathering storm clouds
cyclones rearrange everything
turn our already cruel world
from worldly blue
to hurricane gray
all those hurtful things
we did and didn't say
after all those 
many tragic things
we just can't
breathe life
back into love
in any way
expect lost love
forgotten dreams
to somehow stay

           * * * 

 

golden kingdom
this loss
golden freedom
detained and chained
then nailed
reticence and innocence
to one
other cross
for sale
plainly impaled
marked down
tied up
by mighty
military might
sales hailed
autocratic power
scale necessary
what failed
as freedom
lies bleeding
war entails
mortal ego
political creed
as token kingdom
typically betrays
real statistical
spiritual need
hammering things
into some
broken place
channeling things
marching upward
into this downward
embracing global race
demand everything
face it
cook up
another cannibal feast
consume both
broth and meat
assume punitive
ambivalent dessert
flambe of sorts
a fire feast
flaming malevolence
consuming relevance
decency and peace
resuming indecent
glorious war
like war was sweet
like war is just
an after dinner treat

            * * * 

 

I'm tripping man
goo goo ga joo
there are
thick carrots
just wanting
popping out
of sacred ground
orange red yellow
even white ones
wanting to feed me
needing to tell me
true garden stories
about what is
below this
pardonable surface
I'm tripping man
wond'ring what's
it all about
if peas and carrots
would just
stop by
let me
see them
maybe all that
reimagined stuff
would simply turn
to violet and purple
give us all
rainbow dreams
instead of gratis violence
freedom Constance
constantly burning
I'm crying man
this trying world
is so fucked up
all Mother's insects
are suddenly disappearing
moving on
to some other
sucking realm
maybe lightning
will strike us
change our souls
to something else
all those birds
falling from
Mother's sky
all those diamonds
that were once
in her eyes
if I could fly again
to blessed Valhalla
I'd virtually fly
where divested warriors
pray to invested Odin
where they
are curiously tested
coming to rest there
when they die
I'm shouting man
all that horrid shit
being flung all around
every political bit
what a fucking noise
what a fucking sound
I'm falling man
hoping to land
on my fucking feet
after all this war
after fucking all
this worldly dissent
costing fucking lives
costing fucking everything
that once meant
truth and peace
prosperity and love
I'm feeling all
so washed up man
just give me
another toxic shove
maybe I'll just fall
into a shallow grave
or maybe I will
run naked and screaming 
through ev'ry crazy
fucked up street
man this world
is fucking wild
all I want 
is love and peace
all we need
is to be heard
why don't we 
just give up
lay down to die
decide to quit
why can't we see
get things right
I guess
they are
tripping man
taking it all
to such extremes
if assassination
is some answer
we should all
just pulled a trigger
then maybe
we'd trip together
reaching so deep
into everyone's 
bleeding heart
don't think
I'm kidding man
because in reality
I'm tripping man
writing these
acid words
painting velcro
not placid pictures
sticking myself
so I feel like
I'm still alive
what if tricks 
make I and we
all fall down
drop hard upon
mercurial red
burning ground
what if 
that resurging lady 
urgently rises
once again
from that deep lake
handing us
lay us down
for us to keep
swords and spears
let us finally
truly see ourselves
our clear reflections
reflected in
malicious mirrors
why can't
simply delicious
be slathered on
our daily bread
why can't we bother
to find
sweet water
pure springs
let holy erupt
all around us
we'd be sipping
purity and sacred things
as all this tripping
tears everything
to bits and pieces
ripping us all
into jailed squares
instead of all that
which sacred brings

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if I pull
that forceful trigger
I wonder if
I'll regret it
if I remorsefully
hang myself
will I find myself
coarsely dangling
in some concise
forbidden street
if I tersely
drown myself
would anyone
ever miss me
what good advice
if I light myself
on resentful fire
could there be
an absolute end
absolving spent life
of our obvious
tenuous mistakes
could we
ever bend
resolve this
endless trying
what if God
takes me
right here
right now
would I
sense regret
or would I
feel somehow
respectfully proud
of those
respected things
in my life 
that I once had
that I have left
so far behind
what if all
our brilliant music
forever stopped
what if
it never
rained again
would we
find resilience
ever wish
we had
somehow changed
to save ourselves
to save our souls
what would we do
just carry on
drowning forever
in this
mixed up
bloody flood
of depressed blue
what if love
completely disappeared
what if joy
never could appear
would we live
until another day
or would we
decide to choose
to simply
melt away
shoot and hang
our bitter selves
out in some
littered street
drown ourselves
drink up
all life's poison
in some
faceless ocean
hoping to leave
no lasting trace
of this mindless
bloody disgrace
we call
normal life
or is it always
just suicide
for this
strangely deranged
human race

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what happens
when we see
some end coming
when our dreams
tell us things
that seem
totally unreal
what happens
when prophetic things
enter into
our mortal world
what credit
should we give
to those 
inventive times
when we
surely know
unseen things
are going to occur
should we
have sympathy
for ourselves
can revelation
lead us home
perhaps if we
study stars
try to read
vie to interpret
far off
constellations
decipher revolving
evolving implementation
what if
we truly knew
how some end
would surely come
what if 
our primal dreams
would tell us
penultimate things
that must seem
so intimidating
so damn unreal
perhaps only
committed time
will tell us 
submit truly
how to be
where to go
how things 
will finally admit
to a very end
on this
planetary show
should we
blow up and trend
offended
or be sorry
that we
can't help
but save
our souls
should we 
try to dream
better days
when all 
we dream
are frittered nights
instilled with prayers
that forever bleed
into our bitter lives
events that we 
always wish
we shouldn't need
so if this is
some conventional end
to all 
our retentive dreams 
and intentional hope
so if this is
coming to
that end
to what
we loved
and what
we hoped
perhaps that
tree of life
will still grow
nurture all of us
teach us all
what we truly
should always know
what if
this is just
another side
of eternity
what if this
so called
trusted modernity
is nothing but
some material dream
making us believe
that what happens
is nothing really
never more
but what it seems 

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I'm burning now
going up in flames
all this bloody trying
forever yearning
I have to wonder
just what ever
have I truly learned
vying for something
all those life long dreams
never really coming true
crying it seems
doesn't get me anywhere
but all those tears
help me wash away
some of my fear
perhaps shed some light
over all these years
on what should be right
what could have been
but so much
past history
still I find
most of it
all that
tragic mystery
sticks with me
brings me 
to this roadside
I know I can't
ever truly hide
but if you
somehow find me
laying on this 
rocky broken road
bleeding and crying
perhaps you'll find
I still have a pulse
but surely
you will see
my heart is truly broken
not just by
lost spoken love
escaping costume life
shedding that lonely
impersonal masquerade
but by all those
other tragic
token storms
that have swept me
out to stormy sea
maybe some day
I shall truly wake
choke all that
loose dirt and gravel
all that choking
ocean water
out of my
constricted throat
I'll try to choose
unrestricted light
and brilliant life
let my heart
be somehow filled
with love and goodness
choose what is right
things that take me
somehow closer
to some righteous light
perhaps sightless time
will let me see
that we're all the same
us human beings
needing love and care
even going there though 
we might not know
why we're here
instead of being there
where we thought
we should truly be
so I'm still burning
going up in smoke
consumed by flames
self immolation
on this broken road
my funeral pyre
along with all those things
I thought I desired
trying not to feel
lost and so ashamed
my careless incineration
wrapped in futile love's 
pathetic tragic attire

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