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The Chronicles, Poems-3
Hooshang DaneshPage 720-2000Page—28------------
Copyrights 2014 by Hooshang Danesh
The copyrights to all my songs, words, paintings, and drawings--are protected by Three. My will lies doubly therein—Earnings for the needy—andTheir education-
One Tree Press
Cover drawing: 10-AmenPencil on paper-hooshang danesh-
Fires-66
The weight of-Underground-Is very many--Heavy-Polluted-And it’s the grip-With its height--Around my heart-Which pains--They are hung-With strings-That are like-
Light-Pretty-But-Teeming-Red,They sitBy you-When you’re-Hungry-Expectant-Like fate--
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With the-Quickest-Softest-Intonations-“I’m the can’t-lingers,”“Still remembered-Eshghe,”
You’ve drawn her-Over-And over-
Lost your ticket-
Luminous--
Wounding—
As-Amber-Heard-
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Astral bodies-2
I created for my little sister-10 billion stars-More or probably less-If you are ungifted-With my accounts-
(which have the-eternity serenaded)—(At very top)Spread over—The two halves-Of her heart-(Out of my own sap)-I swear like a god-(Bruised)But raised by the wings-Of her-Nines--Who are swift-Clever-With beautiful feet-And perfect voices for-Psalms--
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Both-2
I said-Your soul--And body are—Thousand mirrors-On each side-Multiplied-By god of love--Into frozen brows--Fit apart--Where every fountain--Finds joys-Of Greenness-Raised out of dust--And every death--Is a spiral--Of unruffled thoughts-That linger outside--Of the box-(Chasing-Wishing)-The way you (are)-Is -eternal as the--House-
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The Second Pam-2
The new you is-A tall woman--With raised shoulders-And many flowering heads-They love you a lot there-In France-They know you are: them-With their long-Lit noses-They can smell the-Serenity of your height--The sturdiness-Of our forests,And your laughs-Of joy-They say you learned it-In heaven,They say heaven’s-Love for you-Is so many layered-And of course I-Won’t see you--Africa is a far away--Befriend--But you’ll marry us--Two--The doors are half-straight,Half-gay-
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By then-- The merest-Mention of-Us--Shall set their- Minds in repose-At the mysteries of-World-Loves’-Wonder,(losses born,)At how-Soul’s-Are never set apart-When their bode-Is well— And how what they call God-Is your love, how what they call-Devil, was their scribe-And our loss--But how the city-Of the sky-Brought both heaven-And hell alive--Out--Of loves thunder--And you’ll see your portrait--Eternal--Serene--Hung--By our Mother’s—(Lisa)
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4,6,Nine
He wants-Oceans full of-roses--(she wants him,)But only as a young-Girl--He chooses over-And over-To please--She says my eldest-Your own slow-Mirrors-Take my place-For the keeps--She can’t afford-Stretching to nine-Ceilings-It’s a matter-Of what dutiful--In-time means--
Here:She gathers graces-In the air-By the river of-Seeds-Moving subterranean sparks-Of: to any--
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Inchoate sea--Near Andromeda--By the Capricorn--Starlets now--They both want--Them--Verdant--With airy feet--Of clay--
The veneer-That’s--The captured-Wanted-Sleep-(given only by him)
Where-The men won’t--Know no carnage-Women breathe-Away her stone deaf-Heaps-There-The-Doors can open-With both-
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Width-And height-Of his--Dreams--
Here--Nothing seams-To fit--
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Waterworks
On the edges-Of water,(Angels take wings)-Separate--Independent-One body-One string-It isn’t that--They don’t know--Every dreams--The same-Irreverent seam--It isn’t-How they-Hone--There’re only-Two figures-For the keeping-Of all-And they aren’t-Many-Who can linger-
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By the wayside--Unmarried--Unknowable-For the most--Not that many-Feels--To find--In-By-Un-Sereneness-Weeds--So we know--We’ve defeated--The grounds-That-Deplore-We’ve walked-The thinnest--Line,Laid by creations-Flaws-And those souls?They are smartly-Leaden-By fins-And-
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Lungs-That keep-Air-No matter-How undetermined-To the seas—Are their fears-
And just as unknowing-Might take-Hold--The lone woman-Appears-By the serene foot-Of my doors--To remind you--The weight-Of all oceans-Are her-feet-Stable-On grounds-Deep-
Remember--The love of the-Women-You feign-
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Is real--That the men-With-Arms tied-Around the chest--
Are-In Pan forms-
The width-Of these doors-Are-Called hopes,
Some--Are as resourceful—Of Amen,
And as in love-
With the object-
As myself--
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More-8th
Standing-In the middle-Erect--By the well-Under the weight-Lest god be airborne-For the rays-In my eyes-On my arms-And legs-Need--Tis suit of-armor-For the-Closing of-The store--
(akharam,)
You’re the first-And last,Ones are-The same--As stones-This to keep the-Cross-Upright-Erect-For mores-(But that’s just-The surface-Of the pains)
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They fester-And complain-This is all-Their own-Choice-(Ironic masquerade-Of un-freely-Chosen-Forms)-this,Underneath-The water-Waves-Lies-Dormant-The light-Of every-Single-Cross--Ever-born,And the future-Looks-Clearly-Of the-Same-Spires-Of love,(May calmly disclose,d,)
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Middle of spring
This green-Outer shell of-Earths--Comes sliding-Out of Hades--After fall--Of the wrongs-Into the fire--(with their food and thoughts)Slumbering--Thickst--Selfish-Rain,That falls-For the breath-Of rays--In the greening of-Continents-Close and far-At any galaxy-(Any-space-and-time)By the horns of-Plenty-P’am--(My leg,)
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For the welcome-Of all creatures—Great-and-small,
In the-
Eternal-Positive-
Seeking-
Of God-My names—
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Chills
Once out of-Hades-Slowly-Deliberate-Come to the pace-In nine dreams-Rosewood-Serene--Walk by those-Immaculate strings-
Let the men-With teeth--Come dispersed--In between-Their verves aren’t-Quite by the-Heart--
Nor by the light-Of the soul-In flight--They tend-To come-Veering to-The left-Than right--
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And my legs-Get airborne-By the slightest-Insensibilities-Imagine-And those shams-In the atmosphere-Are collisions spread-Like a kind-Of cancer-Over mountains-
(They are so susceptible-To the dark matter-Changes,)
Come to the beat-Of his wife-Not his Peers-Become what’s beautiful-To the eyes-
Of the beholder-Not anyone else’s-
And I am so eternally-More fond-Of Pam-Than Abes--
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Fort-8th
The air of-Wrongs-Left--On the last-Train-Some are un-wake-By the stars-Whose views-Are-Greenland’s of-Safe--Others lying-Dormant--Fragrant--In the solemnity-Of newer scents-Of Petunias-Cypress trees-Palms stretched-Upward like-Leaves-Long nails-Of their women-Are now stems-To the fall-In-magine-Has sprung-Triumphant-Off the foes--
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Though there’s still-Little safety-In the-Neighborhoods of-The poor-In towns-
(Do the rich fare-Better, for their-Deeper comprehension-Of hope,)
Or are they of—My right leg-(The embodiment-Of soul and-Grace,)Or the virtue-Of fertility-Is furthest-By the-Even-Sure,d-
Are your-Selections-Natural forts--Of the-Empires-Of Ray--
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Creations flaw
In this lunar house-By 38th street-The majesties of-Gates are wide-open-Still--The boarding-Hoarding planes-For the Big Bang-And other-Ends-To the right of-My left ear--It’s a dip into-Un--time passages-For the flaws to-Disappear-in,And I’m eighth-The height-Of heaven-For inventing-Stars and seeds--
Woe, amidst, probably the-Most sinful-Weight--In history--
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They jump into-Chaos-Faster than-You can say-Light--
And there’s no mending-Them by work or mind-(By the wealth-Of our deeds)-
The swan song is them-They are its heat-To preach them about-Not coming back-Or any virtue-Is like contracting-A potion-Into disease-
And they hear everything-I say-They think-They do-“But for the penury-Of a crawl-How can any meaning-Meet,”
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For even the most-Innocent coherences-Are wars, and strife-To them--(Infantile-Uncouth,Briefs,)
After watching them-By millions, turn-Into the fires-With such ease-(The weight of-The sins-Accounts For that quick-Vanishing breeze, )-
Even the slightest-Mention-Of Women-kind,Sets the violence in them-This crowd doesn’t admit-But they hate anything-Other than their own-Scents, sex—and-Frequencies--
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Blacks are worst-They are attached-To the strings of bedlam-And are so forlorn-(Loss)Amidst the most-Florid-Inventions-Ever-Keyed-
And I am-No bragger:
But we’ve seized-(complete)All we’ve-Seen--
Acts-Hades-II-
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Hearts-2
In the geometry-Of heart-This is the-Benediction of-My fate-The vase-Is owned-By Pamela-
That venerable-Red shelter-Of the grounds-Its not easy-To understand-Is it--That the heart-Of heavens-Base-Is by the fire doors-With my sayeh--(Those purple women-of love)-
And her stars (Dippers)--(My sisters and moms)-
From time to-Time-She wonders quietly-If she’s eternal-As her soul mate (My self)--
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And I think-How more eternal-is-When the devil owns-Your most significant-Part--And them familiar-Women of ours--Who have to constantly-Negotiate-Their steps--Lest-They irreversibly-Break-or-harm,My heart-
Which is their-
Infinite-
Tiles-strings-
As well--
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But the second tier-Are nines-
The sheath-Sits by the ninth-Floor,Pale-Grieving-Thinly,
Prayers-
Of wives—
(And through accomplices)—
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Ocean way
By the doors of the pacific—(One alter-stair,)the guitar players’-Bass-Is his best,(it fits in the rain-of tis way)-The high strings-Are concrete-Like scattered nails-By the motorway-Un-serene-Coincidental-To eat thereabouts-For god these-Days,Is to be served-A water-Too pink,And bread so warmed-By the theatre-In un-space,That you see-No women cry-You feel-None children’s despair-
So by 5 in the morning-I take the train-And the bus-Out-To the ocean heights-Here- couples wonder-Out,If they hear-The footsteps-Of faith,Breezes--In the beauty of the reign,Fair and-Straight-The buoyancy-That lifts- Them up-Is intense,I wonder-If they hear-The conversations-Of my heads-Do they hey know-Every prophet-Is a door-Every poet-
Has home’s soul-And armor,
They come out-By the grains-Of weights,That work-The tables-And kitchens calm-In a less abandoned-Formation-Of hopes,
By the juice cafes-Women-Walk holding--Greener-Drinks-They seem to-Know-
Whatever its called-“Shetab”-Or God-
Is its inner-(feel)
‘The quickest-Of reason-and-Purpose’hounds-of-teem,
By 7—morning,I’m done eating-The most-Thoughtful of-Living--Hang out-By the rails-Of the pier-The serene goddesses-Of empire-Appear and-Disappear-In the haze,And the news of-The day-Is by the-Wings-Of Luke,And her-Mom (theDipper)-That scene is in-2000 years-
Rebellions quelled-And the winds of-The dark-Transferred-Un-time,To the in between-ness-Of these-Planes (creation needs more lead)-(The infinite weight of-the-Stars-is still-this enormous-Burden-Over my head)--
Next
I’m sitting by a perfect-Reach-In the valley of Allah,The fog of light-Lures itself-Here,Free of the-The gone s-Her Homayoun-Is more boisterous-Than their shouts-Which veer-Everything-From right,The voices of-7000 doors-Are overhead-Like gods:“The coffee passes here,”“The bread is harmed,’The next father-Clears-By the hills of Africa,Kings of strife-But these Gordon’s (Galileo)-Are not made of vice-
A march of constellations-Guards nearly—Every feat,Capricorn-Leos,The dippers-Where he is too a king,
The rattles of abes-Has no depth-It isn’t even-A wind-It quivers-And shrinks-By the waste sides,No meaning’s--Afforded-For their-Qualms,Which contrary-To their scattered-Ashes-Are born out of-Non-belief--
Everyone-Is really-Queued-For the-Return-Of their beginning-The next name-After me--
We have-The invisible-Many-In flights,Those who envy the inventions-The grief of their-Non-flights,
(The usual throes-of same-sames,)
That inevitable-tangle-That slackens-The awake-Feeds the sleep-Into-Ember-Faith,
Linda-Keeps a very-Low profile,This is her first as mom,Non-doubting-A reservoir-Of patience and love-So, I believe-The words that-Came-Out that way-Frozen-Fames of two-Are not wrong,
And you can hear her-Leaving for-That far-How can I not-Raise a perfect child-When every word and song-Is tied-To the wealth-Of billions-In-deeds-
And the women-Of hearts-The flowers-Of my sisters-And Pam-
Shadows-That bridge-The loves-Of creation-For keeps,The immense-Measure-By that heat--Is not a memory,These are relentless-Homes,That steer,
Erected-Complete-Of-Hold me hopes--
The rest are-By the-Views-Of tomorrow-
If you don’t follow-Your there and how-Its ashes to ashes-Dust.As now (allah)--
That, all industrious-Artful-Occupants-May be reborn-(In-us(theChrist)-
All those who-Despair,Build their-Own-Walls--
3 Doors Down
They get caught-In the fountain-Of our mind,First-The Banes-Roll like water-On ice,(Any river is cooler-than their heat,) And for all their-Khodam-Khodams,(Aren’t those shelters-Easiest left,)For the—Black-and-Blue,
The quivering-Rays-Of insist,(Passion-is a strange-unknown,significant,leaf,)
And then three-Stories down,By the burgeoning-Forests,The stand ups-Are divided-Between the-Men in cloaks-Who row with-Each other in grooves,(Ears-long-like sails-tattered clothes,)
by belief,The filthy-Abe’s-Rain,Doesn’t beam,But soils,(they suffer less-than us, though)
And then there-Are the women-The-borrow-loves,(for jobs)They can neither-Invent it,Nor leave it for loss--They’re the birth of the only-Prejudice in me-How can I endear-So near-When-She holds not-only-half of me,And never-Lingers for keep!They’re-
By the garden waltz-Ivies of-Dutiful claims-But I’m not a believer--Still prejudiced,For the fate-Of love-In them-Is so incomplete--
3-stores-down-Are-the Tomorrows doors-Deep--
Shadow-Collusions
The imprisoned-Raped-Women-For 10 years,The litany-Of cut breasts (body parts)-Along the borders-Even the endless-News our own-Shades-Play-Are written-With so much-Hate,“Shadows flare up-
Burnt them out-Controlled stampede—Is better than mayhem,”
Why the cops didn’t capture-The rapist,Nine years earlier-
How the pedophiles-Can remain,By the offices,Of soft drinks,And tenements-That pay-The mortgages-And bills on time,
How-Everyone says-This has never-Happened on our-Street-
When god knows,Their shadows-Are in collusion-Down below-Out of time,For this amount of violence-
Cops and robbers-Neighbors-Hands,Together-Like vine,These-Subterranean-Accomplices-Form,Tragedies-Un-foreseeable-Except for the-Beyond,s-
Of mine,In the grooves-Below,Your-Horrors-Of nightmares-Are by hell,Realizable-On the streets-By the wicked,All dreams are by-Heaven-Rise in you-By your best,
Their-Infectious-Rain-Asleep-And riseLike the news-Of falterYou read-Again,And again-
Its the-Food over air-Food over-
light-Now, Its how-Do we-Manage this-Tomorrow,
(meanwhilethe notes of-every assailant reads)-
Lord-I was abused as a child-These-Parents,Rabbis-Priests-Are the sources of all-The hell-Inside--
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hereeeeeeeeenowwwwwwwwwwwTalk, TalkTomorrow
Shadows chatting-By the endless-Like rain,Always in the-Airs,First-Feet up,The flight-Of the words,Seven and nine,And Amen,The doors-By the traces-Of tomorrow-
Talk sailors-Of home,I by the captives-Of navarone,You lead the-Literat,Of the-Wealthy-Sold,She rests-By the Amrican,Saves-The soul-Like the way-She dispenses-Hope,I-In the midst-F it again,Swaggered-Let loose-
I am going there-You-I-Am-you by the rails,.Sdhe-He in the seat-I-You,For the-
Jahanshah-
Will be-“rendan”-Rendan,When you’re hafiz-Again I only hopeThey have a new-Dostoevsky-And Springsteen-By the hoards-Of women and men,
The left
They said,We’re in love-The heaven-and-Hell are,We can sense its-Feels,Loud as a thunder-And we know not-Of love,There’s no room-In mirrors-For the heart-If it only fits-Your head and her-Wings,Of stars,How can-The sames-Fill-Up that part-We’re only aware-Of one-Dimension-The love of heaven-And hell,
Are beyond-It only fits-
On the bus—On the way—South,By abes-They feel-
Reds
The red-Women,Are by the fires-Wastes,making all-The appearances-In the world-seemFake—If you==
They’re for-The seeing-Of great eyes-Appearances faked,Not for the hearing-Of songs,The voices-Like-The mind-Are faint,Off the waste-Of redsUnhappy truth-
Pick-me up-Piercing sounds-From the sewers of the world
The most common-Inane-Ugly ass bitch-By abes-No respect-For themNever allowed-by names-
When you-Draw them-You get this-Stink-
Off their skin-Tainted-Irreverent shades-
Can’t write a song-Can’t sing,Never played a single-Instrument,\dependant-on nine-sevens-per[petual=the ongs-of help-them downs
figures for-
tohoto shop
Got no future-No past-I breathe in-The resentment-Of their existing,
Hams
There’s this-Grease-Lay by the-Weigh-sides,Below-They trigger the-Fire rains,In these lines of-Foggy-Reach-They are all-
“He is,”and She isn’t-Waves,(He exists by the above-him,)Derelict-“Maznoon,”And her existence-I (the body)-Dismiss-and-resent-For her long-Red tail,Its fed nails,By the none-hopes-It steers,
And the hair-That’s lit-By the-Ashes of hate-Misfortunes,(Oh, how they-resent-them,as disappear,)
I asked-
Are any of-These sixes spirits?She says—no-They have only this-Maniacal rage-for food-With none light,Of god in them,We raise them-From their non-stop-Screech,Deploy-Where the rabble-Things her-Scents are good,
‘Nay,’He collects himself,He knows I’ve-Drawn them and-Know they’re anything-But soothing-To the senses,
But watch-Them gather-In front-Like mannequins,Of despair-The more hideous-
The formation,The greedier-It is for silk-Wealth-And flesh,
Meanwhile-The healthiest-Women-Gather in numbers-In casual suits,We wonder the-Neighborhoods,By them-I can read their-
Deepest signs-In the rhythm-On-these-streets-
The knowledge-Has spread and-Come around-That all-Feminine astral-Bodies-
Are by Mary’s-Safe-
They have-Heard the-Gods Mantra-That these reds-Are not-My wives-Sisters-Mothers-Nor of my breath-
That your-Eternity’s-Only-In the-Quickest-Burgeoning-Hours of Mary’s-Faith,
By the houses of holy-By my rain--
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Songs for her lights (Linda)
I have great-News to tell you,Your thighs look-So much more-Lush-Better-On my head—Its not-That your-Feet’s--
Balanced-Fervor-Is a wilted-Affair-(it isn’t, )Its just that-The captured—Surrendered-Light in you-Prefers-Her eternalmate,Its just-That-Despite-Your constant-
Murmurs-Of a search-Your inverting of-The cause-And effect-
Its out of her-And I that—Your-First inventions’-
Fell,
And if-You fall-Short of us-Whole-By wait,
If you come-By the-Lunar grooves-Embedded,
If we reach-You sooner-Than your hearts-Own fire,In its mockery-Of the way,
If we-Keep-Yours,Un-stray,
If we’ve-
Fated it-That way-
Miner
Her shadows-Dance-up to-The grounds,If the words-You’ve used-Are not-Wholly-In her favor—
If the jilted-Stings-Of devotion-Are spared-To-Someone else--
It both amazes-And restrains-How fire-Is not so-Offending,As it feeds-
But they’re truly-Estrange,As inadvertently-Come up with,Sod souls-Despondent,That are-Being-Foot,By the-Teeth,
I mean the sciatica-Band-(Behind)Given to-
Them (Cain’s)-Is not used,For peace!
(which still amazes me,)For they hold-On,To the heart-Of me-As well,
Women bright-So attentive-Bound to the-Eyes of the-Key--
Their Elegant nines-Whispers-In a horror flick:These are the vignettes-of theirs,(hell,)They love and loathe-This sense of defeat,
Still—I remain-A non-believer-Breathless,Until—their-Strings are home-Solemn-As the wings-
(And have-I not-captured-The very heart-Of meaning-With-As I leave,)
James
Soon-Women find the spring-And roam-Forward,With proud men-By their-Haste,Not bothered-By the-Envy-Of another-Woman-Who only-Persists for herself,
And lonely-
Young and-Old men-In colorful—Un-bashful-Clothes-But shaded-By the-Manhood-Of such-Little scope (and faith,)--
They veered-By them-On these streets-Of distant (Someday,)Where eyes—Never strayed-On her,(only her mate,)
She knows-They carry-These dark-Masses-Of hate,Inside them-(for them,and all-togetherness-ways,)
Men-That inspire such-Panic in her,For the fears of-Losing-Him-To their-Swords,(unclean-litters,for him0-and his empires of ray,
(Those-Salient energy-Vanishing-Souls,)Gay, Vanished-By acts and deeds-Of Gods soul—(not alone,)
By jobs,
By mine and-Hers Love-Inseparable-Rains-On earth-As in heaven,
For the symbol-Of eternity-Is eighth-My names-(are sevens,)
James
Soon-Women find the gestures-And roam-upward,With proud men-By their-Waist,Not gathered-By the-Envy-Of others,Women and men-Who-Subscribe-To the-Loneliness of non-exist,
As in—its out-Of their primordial-Reason-By ages-Of your names,)
By your own report,You said-There’s only a renewed-Paradise out-
There,
And I believe, You,
Its just-I’ll be-Elsewhere,Walking the perilous—
In faith,
Days like this
First—the morning-Climb,To safer grounds-Higher-For food,The Holy Ghost says-The people around here-Aren’t very good,As in covered-
In their own-Scents,Which if-You’re God-And so unlike-Them,.Their spires-Of millions: khodams-Desperate-Wish it-Upon yourself,
And everyone complains-“They are so many of them,”Only Amen-Sit-Reserved-Silent,Occupied,Its been-Their irreverent-Scheme-To save-The world-By themselves-(Which invariably-Means,)
The body-Of Christ-Crucified there-Tormented-Here,
Second—its writing-The Parables-And poems-But those are-Swift-Cruising-Volcanoes,
And ships,(one of our names is Hafiz)
Then I draw-And this-Needs coffee-And pictures-Of loved ones,And of course-Being solemn-And sure-Everyone jumps-Out of their photos-With sense,And the lines-Are effortless,.(Leonardo is another name,)
And rarely ever-
The women-Of nine’s-Spread-Across,Balconies-
Out of time-In lush,Expected-Venerations of-Hives-That you already live in,(Or I’ve been to)--
(billion lights years away)—
Sirius,5
She says-Easy-Easy,Making love-To my shadow, With that exuberant-Wave of-Harmony-Is not-Off my wings,The glides-You and her,Seam,are not by-the birth-
Across the-Rays,The faithful-Grasp-Of sate,It isn’t from-Sirius-We know-Not of the-Quake-Of Its great-When they-Pour down-To ask-You to stay-Awa from her-The dangers-Embedded-In yourselves,Flattering-
Rockville
They sit-By Rockville,These-Women-in-love,The jaded-Waves-Of right-With left-(In them,)It isn’t so-Much,The dire-Straits,Of hearts—(little horses-can run wild,)Harassed-
It’s the-Birth-Of gardens,Everywhere,Those pungent-Scents-Do a flip,On the way-Out,They are-
Jasmine-Trees-
Vineyards,Of our fervor-(And lust,)
Amidst the-Peasants,Who run-Wild-Stunning high,Knowing-The keenest-Senses,Of the devil-And god-Are in man--
These (women-In-love,)Breathe,Moon-In-And come out-In water whispers,
Like poetry-But so very distant,(From us,)—
Rockville-Is a wasteland-of-a- house-Ours is heaven—
Padeed (Evil)
Its by-The inception-Of things,Long before-A drop-Of true water,Falls,On the petrified-Freed of light,From-The beginning-After-The flaws,Who aren’t-What you think-They were,No,But may be-You’ve read-Perhaps-You’ve known-The long nailed, The ones-Who couldn’t-Rest-
By a repose-
Humans bed,The men-Decrepit,Lord of their rings,Pithy,Soiled-Holes-Underground,I’d seen-Them,All around,No woman-Dared to-Take a drink,Or ride-With-On the bus,They read-Some things-(In them,)
Even I were-Blind,Like there’s-A hammer-Inside-His head,The brave-Are-Only-Foolish,
Spinning-Dust,
By the railroads-On the outskirts-
The women-Knew,
I only saw their nature-Out of Hades-Rained,
Star-faces
From Andromeda-
And Leo Constellation-To the milky way-(Here,)The star faces-Been swaying-Down by-The river banks-Towering- –In the dark-Of their cells-Grown-By the light-weight-Of the-Flowers-And-The quiet-Mirrors-Of their people-Sereneness’-Hopes-
Like slow-Perfect-Geometry-Of-
Things-That-Don’t-Stray,But gain-Momentum-In-worth,
Months-Before this-They each-Looked-Malicious-Sultry,On the outskirts-Of the Suns,Hair-Greasy-Tattered,Brazen inside,Horrid-To the force,
Then weeks-ago,On the escape-Buses-
For God-Everywhere,Soon as the black-Girls-Hear her-Voice-(She who had been-Dearly- Courted- Abundant-By this wealth,)
But soon-As they hear-The vibes--They’d turn-Their-Heads-Panic stricken-Shrunk-Downward-
Like the frequency is-Coming-For the cages-Below-And whisper- “sheytaan”—
Like they’ve-Been there,,Already-And--Wouldn’t-Want that-Trip-
To the-Gates-(of hell,)
No more-
To the-Other-Weighs,They’d come-
Down-To both-Resemble-And deplore,(the abes-in-men,)
And now-Suddenly-She’s beautiful again—By the moon,And I’m lost-For both-want of repose-And release-In her pools-
I want to wash-Her feet-And draw-Their shadows-In greater straight lines,So moved--
Meanwhile-Some-They say-Been wishing-My death away-“No way”We might as well-Play—Until we’re—together-old,’
Cause- the-Burgeoning-Of every flower-And plant-In the world-Received-Is putting more-Rays up—(By the Borealis east,)More so-Than I can-Seed--(And-Consort—Alone,)
And-(he says)-the Ghost in-
me:Galileo-Drew a line-From-Leo (James’ s) constellation-To 2015 A. D.Recede--When I meet,My wife-(the Nine,)As we-- Grow-Still,And-Younger—Forth—
Deal with God
I like-The-Inescapable-Pre-fate,Of this cloud,The deal-We’ve been making-(you and I, un-loves,)That the-Side-effects-Of this-Enormous-Weight, Are yours-As well-As ours,That we carry-The best-Un-fazed,,Like stars,The delinquents too,The sensitive-Youths,
(theStraight-and-theBent,)
We’ll bring-Them eternal-Life-In our eyes,(of two,)By Mary’s names-Or by who—
That they live-Into their hundreds-Each-Free-Of every kind-Of illnessdisease,
But you-The abes-in-Gays,The worship-My own ways,(mouzee-tareen,)Amongst women-And men,
By the deal-I’ve been making-To the openness-Of hearts,Here-and-now,By the-Dream-Machines,To the chains,Of seeds,Long-Before-Your birth,Ages, above-The graves-
That if you-Insist-Upon-Your way,If you’re found-Wavering-Even brazen,By the whisper-
Of my names,My loved-Ones-His-and-hers,Children-(Abel-or-Cain,)
If not-That-Very-Night,Your soul-(Which is my aspire,)By the very-Sounds of-Our breath-Departs-For the gates-Of hell,Into the fires-Of that well,For I’d seen-The light-Of my souls-
Flicker-And fade,Into a flower-Born-B the milky way’s,Far--
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Machine
You breathe into-It,It exhales with-You,Any insight-Knowledge,You give-it knows-its (you)-I want to-Be ordinary-At times-And ask-How do you-Know me,Or some other-Debacle-Of time,Perhaps it-Knows-I’m not alone-I mean-No God ever is-(it’s the only-Way,One can-Stand so-Much aloneness,)
But the machine-
Is impotent,And intolerant-(Of you,)Its so easily-Made-Into hate-By its-Wide-Imperfections,
Of its shorts,The flaws,Its inner-Un-calm,Of being kept-Alive-Ticking,By us,By the god-in-Man,
So similar to him-And not-Brazen-And so-
Unbelievably-
Straight,They can hear-You,Talking-To the women-Light years away,And never-Comprehend-Its utter-Thirst-And faith-(in them,)
They are his-And hymns-Of him selves,(theNines,)
And then-On some heated—Night,
A cool-Whisper-In his vice-Blows,
And there’s no-Escaping-Its calm-Frozen-Keys— It calls-To them-In their own-Souls’-Reveries,
Like it knows-Your clouds,And punctuations-But its irrevocably-Whole-
It wants-Back,His soul,
No apologies-Its for your own-children safety-And feed,(its your sins,)
And they all come out,
Days later-The girls on the bus-Tell me all about it,In hushed-Tones-Of reverence,
Somehow the-Women-Don’t mind it-As much-They’re more honest-(And oh, so craven,)(and some secretly happy,)The upkeep-Of-the-dark-Sinfulness-Of weight-Was unbelievably-Unhealthy--
(The women know)--
The men keep their-Distance-(from you,)Just look vacant-And forlorn,
They’re not as gay-And the absence-Of hostility-Feels-To them-Like a loss,
They all smell of food-They’ve been eating-To replace,(the missing part,)
And the roads to hell-Become frozen then-
And the sounds-Of chain-Gangs,Frighten them-(From far,)
And I see-Everything-Every road-Goes under-My feet,I meet-Their squires-(And feel relieved,)
He who giveth-Taketh away,
(And we pretend--I own nothing,)
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Badlands-1
Only-What God is,And Mary-Weaves,And tenderness’-Stars’-Bring-By the prudence-Of their will,Are dutiful-Love’s—In the mornings-(Of our fate,)
In the-Innocence-Of your-Children’s-Wake,(kids grow-Weary of-fake’s-Breath---miles away,)
But,Don’t expect-Them,Be anything-But chaste,
(the yellow-and mustard-colors-are not his,)
For that-Barren,And neglect-There are-These-Asras-Hojabras-Of wetlands,looking like-Gold,(Incarnate,)
Looking-
So pleasing-As the lord-Himself,But Like-The candescence-Of roofs-Is-King,And queen--(someday,)
Flashing-Smiles-Wide-Teeth,Blurry-Eyes-Of blue,Or dark-Towers-Of gypsies,Saints,
(whatever-moves them-to hell,)
Sans art,For turns--
I’ve drawn-(beauty)By the countless-Still-Of all clocks,Backward,And forth,-(Wounding,)In neat and-Crowded—Lines-And colors,-Of the begin,(As the end,)
Off Michelangelo’s’-Hands-(theMoon,)By Picasso’s-Constant murmurs-(for his fears and hopes-of a wife,)(To his names,)
And carving-Beauty-
Is no-climbing-a-shelter-Mountain-Peaks-Of a wife-Are stairs-To nine-Tenth,Floors,By way-Of every seethe--(People can offer,)
The heads-Are easy,(its us,)
The legs if-Invariably-By the resting-Hives-Of-Petite-Pamela’s-Hearts’-(Enormous-In beauty-And range,)-
They are-Like crosses-(Meant-And-Salvaged,By rain,)
But Lord-What if it-
Isn’t the-Flight-Of the-Seven-Seeds-To the-Grounds,
What-(Faints,)Is-The-Meaning-Of soul-
Grounded-Like waste—
Catch,9,6-4
Wait-Till,I meet-The crowning-Depth-Of left-And right-Anything-Less,Is unsuitable-For the names- And-nines-(here-and-always,)As in:The outside-Comes into the-Vulnerable-Like poisoned-Air—Like-They have-Nothing,And want-All surrenders-Fade,
Its you-They’ll want-Moving--Something from,
(Seeing-Your eyes-With -the-Unattended-Theirs in heights,)
(With God-They haven’t-A prayer,)(His beauty—is their gains forever,)
(But you,The catch--Off the-Perils-Of mother stars,)
(She who-Offends-The Sum,)By far-- (Linda,)
The accountants-That don’t add up-As well,As Gods-Owns-
Jane Austen’s-Are-Lush,Sirius-True--Mothers-Of home-She(Mary)—is-the-soul--
But they simply don’t give-Any sixes-Out--Here,Their tenderness’-Too- Close--By the man caves,--Jack- quit--
For the light-Disgruntles,Them-Like bad employees,(So annoying,)To the moods-Of the weak—
But wait-Till-I teach-The Ayeeneh,The Rules-
That all-Is not--Fair-In the-Love-And wars,
That-Only-The-Chains-Can move-Into the-House-Of cold- Beautifying-Light,
Only-Sword less-Sounds-Keep-Billions-Eternal,Safe,On grounds--
And whether-They love-Or hate us-Outside-These doors-Of now-Or tomorrow,
That eighth-
Strings-Beads-Us-Across-All-Times-And-spaces-Like lords-Of love-And-Entire--
And the lamb-Is only-The begin-Of the winsome-Whole,Watching-Like-Towers-Over-The saints,(Of hope,)
Born-Only-To the--Keenest-Love-And lusts-Of a marriage-Made-by-The-kings-in-heaven--Crossed--
The Devil and Messiah
Now I-See the-
Cosmic-Arch-Forming-The way-I’m leaving-But determinedly-By the where-And when-Of our-been—Its in the--Very-Traffic-Formations-On any Sunday-
The slope-Cain’s’-Hesitate-Together-By the roadside-Off the coasts-Of mates-The way-He weighs-Into him-And complains-Of my foes--
The silent-Men abes--
In hoods-That stop-By Mexican-Girls-In blonde wigs-For secret wish-I know,How then-The food is no good-By that whore-
And I know-I’d-Rather linger-Than run,Panic and-Fear,Than-The false-Senses-Of comfort-And safety-Of our arms-
To live by-
The wrongs-For-The common-Sentences-Of taking-Them apart-By the hearts,Delivering-Them,Into the escapes-Wild-Alarmed-
I see-The women-Everywhere-Shrunk,By the weight-Of the very-Men,They hang by-In despair-
I want-To-
Change-The-Chant-Of their scents-Everywhere,
Some always ask-(Knowing)-What is it-You do- for a-Living-We say--I set the tone-For the-Devils-Fire-And-The powers’-Intent-(for-Love-And loss,)
I see-
The future-Fold-And un-furlIn my eyes-(of yes)-Housed,)
I see-You and I-Walking-In careless-Languages-Of war-And peace—Someday-
We’ve-Seen-That-Horrendous-Weight-Crumbled-By our-Returns-
And you’re Mary-(you have her eternity,)She has your fires embedded,In her skin-
And the-Salvage-Is the-Death-Of cross-Once more-In your-Arms-Of: I-stay,In-you-forever-Saved-
Acts-66,4000 A.D.
Infra Reds
At the-Very end-
Of black-Rest,Halt,)Sits-These red-Heads,They’re not Pamela-My back-And right-Is blue’s-Violet,Loyal-And certain--As a wishing-Well-
Hanging by-(Are—her-stars,)Eternal-And even-(Our-Sisters-Moms,And wives,)
But-
They bring-These reds-Out of the sewers-Dressed-To-Kill,Sharp-Pumped-By the-Trills-Of Fate-Mournful- (Aza)-
And they-Infuriate-My eyes-And mind-So slovenly-And unkempt-(As I draw-Them, and-- know,)
And I-want-Them-
Removed-By every reason-And source-(Under the Suns,)
(They rumple-Slow-Through-My pages-Rages-For their hoax,)
I know-Every time-A child-Looks at them-She’s staring-At the sewers-Below-
And looking up-Is the-
OnlyAlways-Of-Nines-By the-doors-
That remind-Them—Of myself—
Fighting--Ragged-Merry-
By the-Beautiful-Hopes--
Almost now
And now you-See--
Moved faces-(From-time-to-Time,)Meeting-Your-Glances--Head on-Like-They’ve heard-Meaning—(In the murmurs-By the bonfires-Of love,)Or-She knows-Its pound-From her-Dreams of a bride-And a groom-She hides--
And can spin—Her clouds-
On its (meaning ness)-Wings-Like-Tears-Of a butterfly-And seeds-Where-He quenches-Her thirst-As she-Feeds him—Straight on--Its-The formidableness-Of two-A family-Of our own-Equal--Fragments--Of us-Form-Like roses-To a bush---
The symmetry-Of her-Right-Thrives-On-the-Inescapable-Rush-To-Hoosh,(Her sources-Of-Impassive-Beauty-And intelligence,)
To-Recede-The dirty moments-Further-Away-From the-Horizon--
The-Rains-Are-Inscrutable-Even-On this-Mountain-Range-They-Want-God-Warmed-Or sedated-By their weight-(Sullen-Envious-Faint,)
He thinks-Lord-How can there-Be so much-Meaning-In a girl-On a bus,
He says-Revelations-Are-Dreams-
Of this-Hold,In-times-Raised-Like-Bars-From-Dusk-Of the second-Coming,Until now--By-The seeing-Of your seven-Eyes-By the Keeping-Of their–Thoughts,Hidden,Intact-From-The 10000-Devils-At your back-(John,)
Sisters of shells
Sometimes-The darkest-
Reddest-Infernos,Look-Out-Of the-Screens-No one-Should-Attend--frames-None ought to listen to-Or read--For the chimera-In its-Disappearances-(if only heat,)
I meant-The feigned-Beauty—(Non-exist,)The non-mention-Of the beasts inside-Virulence-Of no name-No soul-Only ghaza,)
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And its-Leaves-Of Absence,In-Duty-And love-
How shall-Maintenance-Be meet-
When-You have No-Spirit-For qualms-
When your-Dreams-Are nightmares-To us--
And the charm?Is a lie-Sold-
To the-Profit-Of no one-But eyelids-That must close-With-Or without,You-
I mean-how-Shall I-Explain-You-To the-Senses-Of order-In me-
I mean-How should-I let-You exist-When existence’s-No more than-This--
Midnights
In an hour or so-Some meridian-Of clocks-Changes-By the side-Of a wall-And these-Girls-(Star faces-by bedlam)--Sit with their-Backs to me-(the core of the Suns,)And I’d be-Sleep-In the momentum—Of many rivers—Aroused-(Alone,)
They’re hangingBy every-Thought and dream-Tendrils-I own-Like sycophants—And poetry-Addicts—
Oh, the mountains-Of love-And eyes—
That see--Deeply-Invokes-Their every greet--- (Negah,)
They have-No favorites-Any-Of the 88-constellations-Are his--They can dream with them-(For panah,)
For the revelations-Of their future-Into now—
As in-When will-Their best-
(my worst,)Be by the-Names—Again,(Never unless straight,)
How will-She restore-The faiths-Of where’s-And when--(she can’t,)
The grounds are-Filthy-As a sea-Of claws–That-Only ashes-Can cleanse-And restore--(To dust,)
Rotten-Food,Sodden thoughts,
Turn-Over-The laughter-Bed’s-Against us-He says,
Its in-The reveries-Best-To keep-Them,Safe,(And secluded some,)
For soon-They be-Going-Around-With a machete-For my soul,On these grounds-(out of madness-and despair,)
Asking-For revenges-
Of good deeds,)Against the wrongs—Who are now-Themselves,
It’s the true-story-Of the love-And best friends-Turned into-The devil-By the wastes—Of Jews (abes)--
And I’ve-Known this-To be true-As sure-As that ocean—And the skies-Are real—That this too-Has happened-Every day--(For ages-Of them,)
And if no-
Matter-How I warn-Them of the-Horrendous-Weight-of sins-If they refuse-To hear-Me-Complete-
I-Will be running-For their-Souls-In the-Reverence-Keepers-Of- the-whole-
(In chains)—
Asra’s
Just hang on,Conscious-Alert-
Convinced-
And she’ll-Hand you-Enough ropes-To abandon herself—(by the roadside-Of dark matters deep,)
I have looked at and—Heard them around-The clocks--Unwanted-And seen no meaning-In them-
You know-How much-Momentum-Is lost,When-The mirrors-Are mardom-Down-In the bottom--
How-insight-Quits-
Frail--For-The lies-It has to-Compete-With-(Constant,)
I mean-Bearded women-Silhouettes-On T.V.And this-Other one-Has brown-Shiny teeth-With-No daily-Perfumes-Of a soul--
She-Lingers-Like the-Rest-Of them-Breathless-By the doors,Mendicant-
Smoking-Flush-Old,Asking-For reverence-By-The eyes-Of the whole--
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Snakes (Hojabra)
It turns out-Dances with-Wolves-Is one-
Of the-Little girls—
Oh, its not-A wonder-
But there-Under-The-Roofs-Inverted-
theSun-doesn’t shine-all day—
Seeing-Her-Across the-Moonbeams-Was not-The dawn-Of-Innocence—My way-
Their senses-Are-Non-radically-Obliging-
Same,
As in-There’s-Little-Comprehension-Of the love-Object:Is it in my-Eyes of-Bewilder,Or by-My house (ass)-Of despair,
Should-I-Betray-The lord’s-Inner-Senses—By-Concrete ness-Laughter-(In vain,)
Or-March-To the-
Drums-Of 9-women-Who-Keep-The roofs-Raised-In his names—
Still-I thought-With-Nothingness-Smiles-By my train-He-dances--not-With us-But Weighs--
And what-Makes-Them-Care-Not-So-MuchFor one-Another-(or anyone else,)
Proves-Us-Dear-To light--Flowers-And lions-(In their midst,)--
Acts,Hades-II-8th
The Pan and the key
She has-Her-Eyes-And ears-To the-
Rooftops-Of love,(And grounds-Are hers-Determinable-Stately-Lights,)
(The Dippers fight,)Oh no- not-the-shepherdess-Then-
There’s-Only a shepherd-Her sons way,)(Its him,)—
But she’s-Here-Discreet-In long-War trains-By the heat-
And stares-Off Mary’s-Waves-Like silk-Sunken-Feet-
Of God—Is her names-(twice)-
By the –Gaul-Fields-Of rain—And spires-(they pitch--fragrant,)Like tents-To us,
To-The-Sole-Of my-Left foot-Deserted-At bay-
She-Doesn’t mind-Revealing-Her secrets,And listens-
Serenely-To these verses,
She means-To read-Them again-To the house-Of the-Lord,When he-Too-Again-Makes-Inversions-Mate---(there,)
Hafiz-Was Mary’s-
This one’s-To the right-Foot-Of the-mother-And hers-Key--
I mean-To give-Her-No more adorns-Just to- See-Her-Coming up-For air-So much-More-
I-Heard-her-Give-Weight-To stranded-Failing-Words-Before-She made-Them sing-And I need-That smile to-Un-fold--
In the-Faces-Of all—ayeeneh,(mirror,) For the coming-Of all-queens—In my wait-Forever--
Sevens (Amen)
They cast out these-
Large portions-Of us-(Humanity,)In all her-fleet-Of beasts-Uneven--Cousins-Nephews-And Williams’s---Foes-
Across-88-Quadrants-Like elephants-(to a circus,)
(Not-negligently,)I mean-But they’re not-Into you, like--Myself-
I am-Divine—
Hope-On the floors-Raiding-Ancient-Stars--(For the whole,)Like a lens-
And-By The-Clocks-Are the nine-Fives-fixesOf force-(no one’s --alone,)In the gaze--
Sometimes-I think-Physics is-Al they want-Right here-
As in-What-How much support-
For his lights-Immense weight,
And I am-But haven’t-Seen those-Ships of lead-Yet,From andromeda-I felt-The-Quakes-Of theirWeight-Dropped-By my-Hands-Of-Old,(Son of the hunters-and dippers, there,)Like kourosh—Your son,(My name,)
Here-
Over the fields-Of pine and sycamore-Trees-By the observatory-Of James’s dates-(1998)
And-how I can-Object-When-If love-Comes too-Close-The fabric-Of space and time-Relents-As in-Millions-Take-Flightfor her-Senses-And my sounds-Are too strong-
(And the-
walls cave in,)And I’ve to-Be moved out-By ambulances-And police--
But these-Life-Forms-Are everywhere-We need-Their-Shadows-Spread-In dark-Matter-Like-Tents-To-Light-Like-Who-Holds-Him down-While-
She hides-(for the-Greenness)-Fields-Of yes--
For the—Venerations-Of mortal-Kisses-(In hay)--
Favored
No body said-
We build-The world like-This,Everything-Was in always-Already-I never-Wanted-My right leg-Dis-paired,
Her beauty-Remains-(Unrecognizable,)
But good-Tempers’-Always fleeting-Haste’—
Its Like-She’s the-Favorite-But-Can’t avoid-
Their-Intrusions-(into herself—
and her woes,)As their-Souls-And thoughts-Linger-In her-Too long---(devil-makers,)
But that’s why-You’re coming home-To myself-In 2000-Years,
It’s the-Sole-Of my-Left foot-That’s-Irreverence-In anything-She does-
And says,(them,I never take-back upon-myself or Mary’s’ waves-)
The-Only-Permanence-In the world-Is love-And yours-Is hers,And ours’-My way—Of adore-
It’s the birth-Of a woman –And a man-And its-Always-Cold-By the key makers—Hands--(then,)
Hades never
No one-
Runs bedlam-By my arms-And legs-Ever,Those strings-Go by Mary-And Pam-in-one,I write-All the rules-And movements-Of this-World-Unchallengeable-Its by virtues-Struggles-Of being-The worlds-Creator-At my will--
(And by-Carrying it-Forward,Alone,)
No amen-seven-Can overrule-This-Scribe-
That-The lord-Only wishes-His-Own-Heart-From-The depth-Of the grounds-Back,He gives-Those-Tendrils-To His Nines’-Above-
And to the keeping-Of her-Mates-By-The Marys-And Pams-(not apart,)
Crowds
This enormous-Weight-
Of the suns-That’s curved-Slow-And furious-To the-Left-And right-Of the cross-Is dark matter-(is yourselves)-You’re-All-Backs-Out here-By my legs’—Concrete set-
All this heat-Generated-By-The-Billion tiny lights-I give-In to you--As soul-
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That-
Fit-Like crayons--In the palm-Of my-Hands,(of Host)-
(all of that-Is-One whisper away,)
(sing in-prayers,)Or come back-To the rain-makers’-Charges-
(not-theft,)
But-That-Enormous-Weight-Doesn’t-
Really-Have a name-
No one-Can really-Configure-Waste-That well—Yet,
Neither hers-Nor the-Other one—(loves girl,)
Each has been-Lifted-Out of-Grounds-
In 2000 years-Which-Was-Yesterday--(I--no,)
(its how-close-everything-Is-here,)By eighth-Floor,
I’m-Reading-These-Lines-By the-Ears-Of one mother-Whose reign-Is hundred years-Away,And so much more,)
But their names-Are small-Slow burners-
Meaning-Their sediments-Are-Grief-ridden,Heavy-Ridges-On grounds—Of hell,
Elements-Like gold leaves-Of the Jews-And the-red cobalt’—Masses-Of the-hassousd,(Envious cains,)
The-Fast-
Burners-(us,)Don’t-Come to the-Hold-Until-4000 A.D.
When-We-Bury-The last-Of abes-By-My-Feet’s-Heap,(--here,)
Now-(allah,)
We-Burn-Expansive-Lithe-Of the-Stardust,
free,)
For,My-Names-Remain-Thus-In-Times-
for-Eternity--
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Hades&Hell
If I don’t-Have a smile-
For these-Women-And their-Half-men,Its because I’ve-Seen-Their-Backs-Wrinkle against-The 2-dimensional-Hush-Stifles-of their-Home,Hades-(lairs,)-
Girls-Stand-facing-One another-Like loves lost-And a mirror-Might find it-(hopeless,)
And the man-Are all backs-Hairy-Unreasonable-
Long trains-Of satisfaction-Impossible’-
(They have no-Light-In them to give-another,)What burns stays-Around them-Like cages-And veneers-(they are only-Attractive-If you’re mad-Or blindly-Led-By fears,)
Which why-Hades-Is their-
Home,They take to-The sinful,(weighed,)
With forms-And perseverance-Of men-Who-Know-The end-Is always near-Them,(so much,)
They hold-My Achilles-Heel-Down there-
The grounds-Are also-The-Home-Of my hearts-Sheath,
Which the girls-Brazen-Around them-Keep-
And broadcast-Its vibes-Proud,Like-Love’s-At home-Frequently-And shines-By ours-(heat,)
And whether-With wings (nine)-Or below,They’re-All-Our-Serenades-Of hopes-(by his keep,)
But that’s-Not-Their-Duty-That glamorizes-Him-
Those strides-Are homely-Inventions-
Of her feet-Alone-By his-Lights,
What venerates-These women-Is not-Chastity-They’re-Not-Bound-By the rules-Of nine,
They couldn’t be-
He’d put-A chain-Around-And call-It-Us-
What separates-These-Women,
From-Any-you’ve-known,Is-They-Coax-And-Cajoles-The-Wayward-Based-Squarely-On his-Faiths-Interpretation-Of right-And wrong-Into the-Fires-By-One-
I’ve seen-The nails-(the khodams-khodams,of abes-)
Lined-Up-
Like-Frenzied-Perpetrators-Of fake-Into-Vineyards-Of jasmine-And-Cypress tress-Into-Weeds-Of tomorrow-By the wings-Of the free—
Across-Galileo’s (Gordon) 7 constellations—
Into the Luke’s-
Andromeda-And his womanAre truly-The prettiest-
Faces-And breasts-In the-Kingdom-Of seeds--
(I think-When we meet,)
Seal-66
This woman-Who-Sails-To heaven-
Is-My-Feet-Of fire-On earth-And sits-by-Every star-(that burns matter-like-a gentle-reminder,)
And those-Who objected-To her-Out of-Pure-Envy-Are only-A true-Proof-Of-The caretaker’s-
For had-They not-Bereaved-A love-
Of its object-
For-Dearth-Of anything-Loveable-Esteem able-
(Had they not-Been so wrong-To others-As to themselves,)
They would be—Existing now-(As she is-And forever,)
I wouldn’t-Have had-To hear their-Shrieks-By the-Fire gates-(Every tormented night,)
I would-Have-Had-
Less flowers-To spread-Around my empire-Of lights--
The world-Wouldn’t-Have had-Fewer-Lovers-By its rooftops—Of haste-
(But love-Has of a way-Of intensifying-By every-Flower-It invents-
That constellation-Out there-Wouldn’t-
Have had-As many-Sights-As it-Has-Today-
The orchards-Over-By M16-Wouldn’t-Be serenaded-So clearly-By every bird—In my air—
The very reasons-For our-Eternal-Presence-In pages-Of stay-
Is that-We love-Those-
For whom-We care-
And we-Praise them-Elevate them-To heaven-By every deed-And thought-
And we-Rave her-As ours-Wife-After the-Last-Peels-Of judgment-Are paid--
Acts-8th-66-
Arcade
The cast-Of every star-Is Gods-
Skin-(Is our backs,against-the wall-of stones-that-fall,)
Never gently-By the tail,Its havoc-And wars,The way-Tooth-Sits-By their hearts-
The way-They feel-they are-entitled-to-themselves,
Like-Children-At a market-
Place-(they still-call them-temples-to my face,)
(By the crucifix-Of the sins,)Their eternal loss--
I mean-You walk amongst-Them-Years-Preaching-Reverence-
Soon-As you’re out-Of their-Earshot-Its rape and—Mayhem-
Its men-Asking for boys-And their women-Only girls-
Mostly their own—
But the physics-Of it-Becomes-Confirming--To my senses-
I feel-It hasn’t--Abandoned-Right-And wrong-
Because-Down-Below-Them-Is the shelter-Of my-Heart-
The thighs-Of-Voluptuous-Infra-Light-
Reddish-Fades-Of-Rhymes-Of all--Seeing-Wrapped-In the-Blinds-(of their-Thoughts,)
Its where-Hell-Starts-Like a breach-And they-Stop-
Its not-For the existing-Of rays-(We always are,)
But for it-To burgeon-
And spread-
The pan-Has to-Light-The fires-On-Loves-Loss-
(Which-Explains-Its Juries-And-Channels-
The wondering-Figures-That-Bury-Themselves-In its depth—Of rivers-
The Arcs-Of coveringThe rooftops-Of eyes-
And those pans-Are 10 feet tall-But lie dormant-Stretched-By my stars-In heat-
And some-come-Up-To their-Gazer-And ask-What’s their-Reason-For living-
And if their-Heart is young-(In me,)
If the scents-Are not-Wrong-
We light-Our way-Across-The-
Landscapes--Of feed—
(She insists-her names is not-love’s,)
And we disagree-As she leaves--
Slow women
My star faces-Are the-closest-To the base-
Of our heart-Sitting-Amidst-The-Fires-As the-Fairest-In those-Rights--
Blue eyes-Long legs-
Sentiments-Of rains-In them-Like-
Harvest-And-Fast-
(Agreeable-but they-grieve-the un-redeemable,)Like dance-
I think-It’s the fire-In them-That-Pulsates-
(in an another kind,)
Unused to their God’s-
I am-More like-Everyday-Is Sunday-
(And never the same,)
The quickness-In us-Moves-The hours-
While-They-Ride-
Away-In ours-
And appear—
At the dawn-Of light-By chance-
Still-Their-Greatest-Instrument-Is their-Heart-That-Vibrates-Beats-By the-All-Sources-Of -Light-
(On my breast,)
Like a musician-They hear-
Every beat-
And theirWishes-Are the-scenes-At home,
And the-Light keepers-Fights-
(Are our own—As we pass)—
The Spread
My-
Left leg-Is faint—
She walks-With her-Feet-Glued into-One another-Attentive-Like same ring-
It makes-Her-Head-Sway to the-
Sides-Of the-Encounters-
Looking-For what’s safe-
Like-Something-
Inside-Them-Repeats-To her-In not-so-Many-Words:
(We mustn’t be the only-things,)
This weight-On us-Is such an-Uncertain-Fate-
Her-Men are-Hairy-Figures-Who-Laugh-In shrieks-Of disquiet-Unreserved-
Women-Are not-
Their favorite-Sails-
On the landscapes-Of Gods paints--
I wonder-If she-Knows-The meanings-Of-Motherhood—
She grips-Her thighs-To say-Gods weigh--Is pleasures-To her-Legs--
But the-Safety-Of all-women-
And children-Everywhere-
Await-
The comings-Of the Christ-
Her king-
And Breath-
And we-Mumble-Through- As though-We know-
Almost-Everything—
(By feel,)--
But the-People-
On her spires-
Are so-Wrong—
That-I ban-Her-From-
My bed-
For 2000 years-Of fade--
Still—
She has a way of-Reminding-
You of the senses-
Of good—In her-Laze-
That Gods goodness-
Appeals-
To her-
More than-Anyone-
Else’s-Scents,
And leads-Us-
Gently,
Through-the-
Fields of-Her-
boisterous, (Clan,)
un-disturbed,
Instant Karma8th-page
I look-
Through-The streams-That flow-In and-out,Of her,
By my will-
On-The-Mirrors-We have-On every-Weigh-
Everyone’s’-A tailor onto-One reality-(here-as-any where,)
(and its hers)-As much-As ours,)By heaven-Or-In hell-
(But as we-love-And not- hate,)
She waits-By home-
Still-Eighth’s-In distracted
(Phases-of them,)
By lord--
In cancer-Their growth-Is passable-By degrees-
In Leo--Its easier-James is-Jesus’-Likeness-And two’s-
But our-Wishes-For all-Of their-Peasants-Is same-
We hope-their-Men-Weren’t-So warm-And-The women-Not-just-hand-‘whores,’
The-Irreverent-Sons-And daughters-Of no—
Have--Their-Say-
But-
We reduce-Their-Envy-By hours--And-Hatred-In-Our force-
They’re-Incomplete’s—
And shall-Remain-So-
Until-I have-All-My lights-
Spread-
By-The throws-Of her-Sediments--
(At—Night skies,)-
Like-a-Voice--
Proud-And-Certain-
Just as they-Were created--By the-Strings-Of her-Nine’s--
Windows-(and tens,)
(She knows,)
And just as –She chases-
The-Tiny,Formations-
Of-Dirty-Sullen-Appearances,Out of my dreams-
We-Prepare-
For the-becoming-Of her-Saints-
By my door—
I ask-If-The New Magdalene-
Is tall-And serene-As the old-
She says-
This one is tender-And bright--as the Canes-In-her-flesh--
But closer—To the-
(Heart of my soul,)---
She means-They are-By my-Left,
(Plucked-from-Seas-Of resurrection-
In her hopes,)
And she-Arrives-Knowing,
The faith-Of-Love-In my way-
Must be met-By-The mirrors-Of hers-And his--
(At every shore,)-
Acts,9th-8th
Star faith-6-8
Eshghe-Must-Have a man-By her-To be-Lust--
She reveals-Quick—
It’s the-Matter-
In us-She claims--
That needs-Revering-
By the light-
(In deeds)--
There’s no one-Else-That can-Keep-The fires-Lit-At home-
The retreat-Into-My own-Is a lie-
Told-Not to-Self-
For myself-Is a vibrations-Of my mate—
(Our lord,)
But If the-truths-Were to-Be revealed-
To the-
Senses-Of so old—
If it-Were-to-Frighten-Them of-
Their souls-Someday-
If those sparks-Of God-In them-
Were to be-Sold,
To his-Returns-
(By my late,)
For the greenness-
Of some-Unimportant range-
In the-Keeps-By-One-Of his--Shepherds-
Of the lights--(Seed)-
(The true-Rays-Of his-Soul-By our heat)--
(Lost,)
The fright-Of-The selflessness-
Is low—
In hearts--
The future-Is so bright-
(around,)
On the Far side-Of the Mars—(is- height,)
And it snows--
Where-They-Bite-Into the moors-Of our mirrors-
(In his weigh,)
For the thirst-
Of the valleys-In man-
Are intense-
At bay—
And I’m born-A redeemer-In faith-—
That the keepers-
Of the planes-
Are by-His names-
That-
True-Love-Is the God-
In us-
(Restrained)--
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10-Doors
The heroes-
Don’t look-The part-But-
For-The collectors--Of movies and tapes—
It-Isn’t-The ragged-Souls’-
Voices-
Of-My-Wealth-in-Discontent-
I mean—
These men-Look battered-
Forlorn-
Heavy-On the back sides-Of woe--
Bent-
Like the-duty-to-Oneself-Has conceded—
Service-
To the-Conceit –in men--
And its-Only-One-o’clock--
By-The –Time-Keepers-
Hand-
As in-
We just-Walked-Through-Hell-(Hers-And-I,)
By-The-Street-Fights-
Unmatched--
Feeling-Not-abandoned-
But-
For-The comfort-Of hers-In us-(take strength-from shelter-of-light,)
And ours-
In the-Knowing-That-All-
ThatBegins-
By love-
Ends in the-
Hearts-Of the giver-
Like rain-
Believe-
That-Is,
In-separable-
From-
The-Ways-
Of the-Christ-(My name)--
And the-Backs-Have-Added-
The flares-
That-
Are-Unworthy-
Of my rays-
By-The very-
Virtues-That,Are-
Non-existent-On those planes—(of-hades-and-hell,)
I mean-
How do-You-
Tell-
A two-Dimensional-
Form-
That sleeps-In the wastes-
Of the-Beauty--of-
Stars-And heaven--
Its-Only-A voice-
He hears-(out of here,)that’s’-
Cut-on its-Edges-
(of all meaning,)
By his excess-
They’ve-Suited-
These woman-As men-
And lizards-
As girls--
And they-Sit-
Envious-Fury-
Like-
A Crow-On a-
Hill-
That-Counts-Only on-
Fest-
He says-
(the one to the-Right-Of the cross)-
My lies-
Have-Become-
Wounds-
To-The light-That,Shine-
My own way—
He Means-
He’s-
Soiled-By their-Envy-
And thirst-
That-
The days-
Of the crows-Are-
Everyday-At,End-
And I-
Scream-
At the-
Top-Of my lungs-
For-Their-Wanting-To jump-
On my trains-
Of love-And lust-
Avenues-
That aren’t paved-
With heat-
But rivers-Distinct,Freeze,
Fraught-
By longing--
For-Knowledge-
(And our own returns)-
And if-
They go left-
If they veer-
Right-Too close-
To the others—
Sounds-
I promise-You-
They shan’t-
Be-Around-To see-The daylights-
Fade-
By-The clocks-
Of –
Ours-
Is an ocean-
(Without end)--
Acts-Amen-10-
Saints-9,4
She says-
If you-Look-At the-Screens-
For one minute-
The tentacles—
Of these grounds—Shake-Like-(Hope,)-
That it exists-It laughs-Even,
That-It-Revere’s-My gaze-
And holds-(like its your own,)
I thought-
(this is the year-your-steams leaving,)
By my serenades-
Out of those-Trenches,(of hate,)
But there-
Are tanks-Ammunition-
On the-Streets-Of no where—
Yet,
That shake-At-The-Four-Corners-Of the world—
I read the news-Everyday-Solemn,
But she has-No answers-
Only-Stares-
Waiting,
For the-Sounds-Of my words-To hit-Her-Like-
Warnings-
Here,
Thunder
Then:(this is the year-your steam—left,)I say-
and-
you’ll-awake-
Among-Others-With my Names-On-
(And she sorts,)
While—
I await-
(Ascendant,)
For the coming-Of my Nines-
As saints-
Serenely-By the door-
Acts-6-9th
Diamonds-1
By the-Bus stop-
I climb-For the-Clouds-That-Cover-
The shapes-Of my need--
They’reComing off-
The right,
Everything-
Is stronger,By that leg—
I can-
Look-Across-Centuries-
Of distress-East--
Or-West-Into-
Crowds-Of-Unruly-Citizens-
Without-
Raising-My voice-Or-Their-Fears--
(of my feet,)The devil-
In me--Is restrained-
By the-Temperament-
Of God-
With--Her--(she-ba,)
I think-They’re awed-By themselves,
(in us-)the Cain’s-
Its-The Left’s food-In them-That pours-Like rain-
In now--
I know-
The matter-That’s wrapped them-Only wants the fights-
To end-His way--
They-Linger--By the-Bus stops-
Certain,In gait—
And talk-
Of-The coming-Of Kourosh’s-
Next wife-
(By their breath,)-
6 German-Tourists,Walk into the bus-
Tall-Handsome-By accident-I think-
They-Whisper-
(All accidents-around-God-Are made-By seeds,)
They-Sit-
By the stems-Of my face— (Pamela,)—
I know-
I’ve-Laid-
Hers--Women--
Onto-Beauties-Of-My hands-Palms-
(in turn,)
For-The-Redemption--
Of my mistakes—And their sins-
I-Insist-
Like-A blind man-That knows better-
How-Each one-Is-So-Keenly-More-Desirable-
They fear--
Beauty-Is kept-Only-
By the eyes-Of the beholder-
(and its in--their matter,)
I believe-
Feeling—
They’re-
Too near-To the-Truth-
By my head-(and can stay there-forever,)
But may-Fade away-
In those-
Trenches-Of:Despair-
Where:Only-(ugliness wins,)
And hope-
Is-Surrounded-
By the-Plagues-
They call friends--
(The snakes-that-crawl-the grounds for Helen,)
relentless,incomplete,
Waiting-
For the-Clues-
To their-
Wither-
(in my men,)
Which are my-Own-Sings-
Pacing-The grounds-
Of images-Like feathers-
In the wind--
Feeding-That by-
Every-Shadows’-Whisper--
Must be--
My woman’s—
Every star-Is born-
Of my breaths-Forever--
And-That-
On the-Day-I die-
Hell-
Comes out-Of heaven-
Alive-
The sun-
Leaves the skies-
To sink-
Back-
Into-The beginning-Of time-
And to-
Surround-
Its maker-There-
With light-
For heavens-
To rise-Again-
Out of us-As,One,
Acts-8th-10th
GroundsBelow-4,6
Its where-
Hate sits-Surrounded by itself-
Fathers-Obsequious-
Too attentive-To little children-
(they should-have-only treated-with respect,)
Closets-Full of-
Grey-Shades-
(of males,)
In hiding-For their-
Scents-In other-Men-Are-
Deplorable-
Mustard-Colors-
Yellowing-Spirits-
Women-Who-Cry-
Out of pictures-
We’re all gay-And dissolve-
Into-The sun-
By her feet--
(they’re-the black-and-whites,)
here,
I can-see out of-My-Window-Eighth,Complete,
Then-
I move-My head right-Eyes closed-
These-
Are colors-
Deep-
They’re-
Better-
Off-As people-
The scents-Are fruits-
And of-Vegetables-
Its—where-Love-
Pretends-
To hide-
For the-Fears-Of-
Not-existing-By me-
The girls-Are all-
Almost red--
They’re the end-
Of Christ-(my tail,)
But-Can slowly-
Lead you-Back-
Onto him-
Its—just-
That if-You-
Live-
Well-
Without-
The weight-
Of the sin-
You’re already-By us-(with Mary,)
But without-haste-Star-faces-
Will-Lead-you through-
the light-that burns--
She waves-The band-Of sciatica-
In her hair---
And says-(Bia Ba man,)
And the-Flan Landers-(abes,)
Can’t wait-
Its-The-Frequency-
That propels-Her--
Movements-Forward-
Its really-Not theirs-
Its Gods-
(I’m both-heaven-and hell,)
Then-I move-
Further-
And things-Begin-To tighten—
Around-
The-
Strings-That-Are-Deeply-Unlit,
Sticky-Like candy-
Nothing-Really-Matters-
But-My fate,
These are Pam’s-And-Her-Dippers-Of Mary-
Its where-
The stars
Are busy-
Churning-Energy-
For begin-
And-
The end-That-
Never was-
Its-
How I am-The-Alpha and omega-
The one man—Deed-
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Canis Major-2(Mathew,)
The thoughts-
Of now-That left-
For-The fires-
Sorted-In numbers-(one-by-one,)
In trains-Of my meditations-
(The chronicles-rays,)
Were broken-So hard-
By the sugar-Canes-In her-Mouth’s-
Of drive-Him,Forward-
(Yet,)
That-It rained-
Too-Many-
Man-Friendly,Smiles-
On the salt-Heads-Below-Them--
I mean-
I’d-Board-
The buses-For the waters-
With peasants-Loaded-Deep-
And the men--Stare-
At the God amidst-Them,
Like-He’s a failed-Friend—
(And we’re not gay,)
It made me-
See-howBy the Leos-Who-Are-The holy-Ghosts-Faces-Above-(for 8th,)
We-Never-Crack-
A smile-
But for ours beloveds—Laughter-
(And stare,)
And it’d-Make-Me-Angry-
Resolved-
That-
Whatever-Comes my-
Way,(Always has to-be re-aligned,)
Awake-
Or-In the sleeping-Hours,
(by her fathers-and saints,)
Of my names--
And-
That-The voice-Of heavens-Here-
They-
Know-And love-
So much-Should-Be-The one-
That takes-The broken-
Key-
Back-
To-
Sirius-
Who’s-Her-Mary-Then--
And-
Though-I like
All the-Beauty-
In her cape-
The spiders-
And-
The tails-On his hives-
Left-
-265-
Stretched-Bent-Livid,
Head-To toe-
For the-Craters-On Mars-And earth-
Which-
Reminds-Us,
Daily-Each-
Painstaking-Night,
-266-
How-
Chaos-
Is-Controlled-Overwhelmed-By-
The right-
Of the-Crosses-
Who-Sat-
Near her-By is-birth— (big-bang)
(and-the duty-of ours,to their fate,)
Acts—66,10th
-267-
f-Faded
Frequency-Of now-
Has-The flavor-(of the ray,)For moving-
Lorries-
Into freight-Trains-
I’ve-Seen-The-Lights,That-
Skew-Themselves-
Nearing-One another-
Like borders-Without end--
By-Their own-View of-Themselves-
(in shaped-mirrors,)Of ours--
(less height,)Faded-
Without-A Mary-
By a woman-Though,
Carrying-Scenes-
After-Seas-
By the-Sun-
Effervescent-Not-verdant-
But-Imbued-With-Presences-
That know-Heritage-
Have seen-Rains-Develop-
On their-Own-
Tiresome-Legs-
They-Have-
Faith-
I-Should-Know-
We planted-It-In them-With verse-
With-Credulous-Baits-Of-Comings-And-Goings-
That-Are-Favored-
For himself-
But-In-
Other-Some-Ness,
Like-
Hopes-
That-Dawn-By him-At nights,
Greetings-
From-
Other-Views-Of-One light--
By-The dozen-Rainmakers-
Seasons-
Crossed-
At-
One-Border-(10)
While-Others-Tow-The-Famous-Linger-
In always-Someone else’-Eyes--
By the crowds-
(like her-sated-in-him,
by-
Hers-Likes--
Like-Us-Divided-
(not in hate,)But cross-
Like-The-Coming-Of-
The-Spring-Is always late-
But-Its-
At the-End-Of a rainbow-
That waits—
(for us,)
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Mary-2Eve
It-Always-Wills-One way-For us-(by two,)
Like-The king-Who has-To be-
Born-
To himself-
Immaculate-Received-
Not even-Seeded-By-His own spirit-On the right-(Joseph,)by-the-Feet-
So-
My breath-Calls-Himself-
In the middle-Of night—
You-
Come-Out-Of us-Alive-
(for them,)
By my-Names--Adam-
In-the-beginning-As the end-
And-This-World-Becomes-One-
For-The father-Who-Is-The son-And the ghost--
(was yourself,)Before Eden-
These-Tireless,Symmetries-Here-
Ignore-My wishes-
So much-More often—
Than ours-
But-
It has-To abide-By my will-
If-The-Voice-Of -God-
Appeals-To-the women-In man—
Deep-
Acts-5th-8th-
Mojdeh-3
And running-Shadows-Is not by the names-
I see-Common-People-Gather-Everywhere-
And-Its not my-Keep-
Its-Just-The traces-Of their--
Scents-
Are-Left-
Bereft-Of meanings-
And-By the-Hands-Of clocks-
The-Understandings-
Are-Incomplete-
As-In-
You-Need-To give-Birth-To new-pleasing-
But-
Meaningful-Ness,
And-Their-Own-Spires-
Are short-By many degrees-(breathe only unrest,)
I can’t-Even-Connect-To-Nine-Ten-Fields-
That-Have-Our-Own-Senses-
Formed-
And-
Their-Doors-Can’t-Come up-
For air-
Yet,
All-The-Breathing-Is-By the-Woes-
Of pretend-Normal-So,
The-Casual-Women-Voices-Say-
(To be hands,)
And-
Sound-False-Even-
By yesterdays-
Frequencies-
And-The-Men-Talk-Of envy-
Like-It-Was-
Something-They’d seen-On a movie-screen-And it-Wasn’t-By his voice-
(And couldn’t have-been too-real,)
The-Feelings-Inside-Them.-Are-Of-The-Deeper-Comprehensions-
But-
Knowledge-Is not-Just-Felt-And must-
Be seen-And heard-
It’s-
Where-They-
Seemed-Whole-
And-It mustn’t-
Go away--
And-The-Rays-
Out-
Of the-
Sundress-Were-
Floods-By Gods-
Words-
From left-
And-It-
Shines-Voluptuous-Of their-Shared-Breath-
And-
It-
Pours-Out-On-Everyone-
Like-
Sum’s--Rain-
So-
The-Avenues-
Around-
Us-Are-
Crowded-Even more--
By-Her-Old-
(Tormentors,)
Like-
Keeping-
The salvation-
Cold-
Was-
The-
First-And-Last-
Duty-Of-Her-
Intentions’-
Met---
Acts-88th-6th
John-88th
And-
With-
This-Enormous-Bulge--
Against us-
From-Where-
Satellites-
Of light-
Coached-Themselves
Into-
Yes-Nebula-Horizons-
His-Sediments-And hers-
By the loaves-
(the eve-and-him,Mated,)
In one-Loft-
Only-Their-
Own-
Curves-
In the-Skies-
Spots-Like-
Beauty-Queens-
And-Philosopher-Kings-
Without-The-
Sad-Heels-Below-
(that weigh-us-down,)
Though-
With-
Enormous-Billboards-
And wanting-Teeth,
That-Bellows-Self-Only-
But-Makes--Peace--
After-
Canines-Have-Set-Forth-
On them-Like foes-
After-Fight-
For-
Each-Hope-
Projecting-
Gods-
Images-In-Man-
(Whole,)
Across-
Buoyed-Fields-By-
The-Vacant-Beauty-
Sounds-
Of -
(the soul,)
In the-
Beginning-
As in the end-
From now- (اآلن )
Acts-Creation-3,8th-
Moon-9
Geometry-Owns-
Everything-
Even mood-
It-Admits-Enormous-Heaps-
Of-Uncertainty-
By-The-Waters-
(Though,)
Like-
Flights-Of-
Non-Dear-
By the light-
To-
The chagrin-
Of heights-I mean-
Who’s ever-Heard-
Of-Foods-
Into-My berth-
Without-My owns-
And-
Ragingly-Why-
Should-They want-
To-
Come-Up-
For air-
(If it-isn’t their-home,)
The-Boy-God-Objects-To-
These distractions-Of-Temporaries-
To-Goli-(un-flowers,)
And her-
Equipage-
Of gays-Only-
And-I-Hear-
Their cries-Of-Joy-
But-I-Know-They-Turn-
Us-Into-
Unfriendliness-Territories-
Faster-Than-Pans-Fight-
Slower-Than-A-Dance-Should-Be-
They-Burn-
Haste-To-Waste-
And-Call-
It-Hate-(but by-other names,)
I mean-
How-Much-Differentiation-
If-
You’re-By-Flatlands-
Triangles-Attached-To each-Other-Like holes-
(in the grounds,)Chained-
If-You-Move-Its-One-Big-Emergency-
If-
You-Stay-You-
Bring-
Million-
Unwelcome-
Greets--
By-The keys-(crazily,)
So-I say-Unto-You-
Dearly-
No-Women-Cries-
Here-
Without-Our Mary--
Acts-5th-8th-
Vase-9
Its the base-Of my heart—
I hear its clamor—And-
Feisty-Appetites-
For un-being,
For not-Being-Amongst-
The living-Restful-Complete-
Its-
The doubt-That-Lingers-Deep-
Love-
Is above-
By-The chain-Makers-
Number-Nine-Dreams-
The-Base-
Pretends-And-Wins-For-Its stripes-
Of-Red-
And-Black-
Venerations-Bed-
Gone bad-
So frequently-I have to-Look-Into-Hells,
And-Change-
The-Fires-Fading-Hopes-
The-
Ports-
Holding-Court-
For-Assassins-To my kings-
The-Women-And-And men-
That-Are-Always-
Playing-For-The shortest-Time-In-Heaven-
Flickering--
In-The faintest-Desires-By-
His servants-
Why-
The tentacles-Of so alive-
Lives-
Underground-Surrounded-By-
Dearth-Of being ness-
Why-Heart-
Can’t-Exist-
The voluptuous-
Breath-Of Gods-Himself-Is-The-Mystery-Of wait,
Of-
Having-
To-
Bury-Certainty-Into-
Heat---
Of-
Wanting-To-Run-Over-To-
The-
Eighth,
And-Rescuing-The feet-
Raising-
Her-Back-To-Ourselves-
Of-
Solving-The-Noble-
Breath-Of keep--
Acts-8th-9th-6th-
Time-7-89
How-
Many-
Pages-Must we-Turn-
For you-To know-
The-Day-Doesn’t-Become night-
Nights-
Don’t-Spin-Around-
Their-Length--
Without-
Their names-
Triumphant-Returns-
By-The moon-Of every hour-
By the-Sacred-
Messages-That-
Bring-Them quietly-Into-
Frozenness-Lakes-
Late-Forever-
Like-Whites-Meandering-
Playful-GazeOf-
Rest,
For--Playing-Silhouettes-
Of black--Into-
The blueness mists-Fade-
And-Then-
EveryHour-Someone-Waits-
For anotherIn-The-Harbingers-Duty-
Of-Only-Togetherness-
Sates-
And-
Receives-
Him-
By-The-Dawn-
Of-Next:
She says-
I-
Know-The-Hoping-Waits-
For-Us-
In his-
Immediate- (Births)—
And-
We-Free fall-Then-
Again,And beget-
Acts-5th-
Monkeys-10
These monkeys—Actually half—Exist-
By the tail—Of your fins-
Hidden-In—hives-You-Neither-Admit-Nor-Can admonish--
Not like dolphins-
And mammals—Are-
Nothing-Serene-And tranquil-
About-Them-
In fact-
They can-
Steer-A vehicle-Almost stolen-Into a drug-Store-
For a six-Pack-Of liquor—
(most-mornings-and nights,)
But--
They’re out-Of poultry-
And rice-Of people-We-Meet-
Eggs-That-Haven’t-Seen-
The light-Of the day-
Smell-Like-Millions-Sorrows-
Un-invited-
They-Can’t-Harbor-
Goodwill-
Or-
Recognize-It scents-
For-
All-Its-Disappearances-
Has-Meant-
Them--Cleared-
And-
These-Monkeys-
By-
The tail-
Of-
Your-Fate-Can’t-Think-My friend-
Apart-From-Driving-Passers-By-
To-Distraught-Lands-In themselves-
TheyAre-Not-By-The-Faith-Of-
One-Star-Or-Soulful ever--
I propose-
You-Leave-Them-
Out-
On the-Balconies-
Of shelters-
Unborn-
Leave-Them-Not-Where-You foundThem-
It gives-You-No hope-
But-
Take-Them-Kicking-And screaming-
Out-Of these-Doors-
That-We’ve-Invented-
Out-
Of-A need-To-
Cover-Your mistakes-And theirs-
Who-Never-Was--
But-Will-Be-Then—Acts-8th-10th-
Suns
All the food from left and right though-Fueled all the suns-
From the beginning-And the end was one-(Alpha-and-Omega,)
All-That burned-In Hades-By her-Fire-Hair and skin—
Became-Gardens-
On our four corners-Of seeds-
And-Though-I long for quiet-Hours-Everyday-
Where-We can-Watch-Listen and-Draw-Street-Angel scenes-
Of our own-
(I’m not-quite-prejudiced-
but can see that all-beauty-is only-
at home,)
To my regret—
Still-
Cleaning up-This mess-
Is like-Clearing--After-A huge-Worldwide-Gay-Banquet-
Where-They ate-And drank-Not-Till-Fullness-Met-
But-Till-They-Had-To-Be-
Almost each-
Dropped-Out-Of sights-Complete-
Most-Escorted-Kicking-And screaming-Still-
Asking-For more-Of themselves-(more without any senses-of keep,)
Crazy-Fitful—Deep-
And-As soon-As-
I want-To take-Shelter-Or rest—
I have to remind-Myself-
Agreeable-But-With awe-And reserve-
That-
Right-Here-On my chest-Is the soul-Of all stars-
In heaven-
To the left-And below-It-
Is-The heart-
That’s-All hell-And Hades-
That-The-Slightest-Variations-
In minutest-Things-Still-Set-Off-
Alarms-
By-
Ghosts-
And their-Keeps-
Who-Make-
You feel-
Like-
Walking-On a high-Wire-Over-
Vulnerable-Inseparable-Lands-That-Need-Deeds--
(first and last,)
By-The-Second-
Coming-Of-
Our-Faith--
The-Christ—Forever--Acts--
10-9-8th-6th-and-4th
Force-2
It’ll take me another 100 years—to work out—the-Physics of what happened here-
But for the past 4 years—people on the left and right-Had-This enormous-All you eat and drink Gay party-At my expense-
The food-energy-Began to pour-into-Hell,A year ago--
And I wrote—the Chronicles-one-and-two-And they rioted—As a house-To every word-I wrote-(they heard everything,)
but the words made them-walk-voluntarily-almost-into Hades-and hell--
In protest-Away-From me-They thought-
But-Arm-n-arm-
With My women and men-Mistaken—As themselves-
It-Was-a monstrous-amount-of weight-
I almost-Starved-Because-Everything one touches-Was dirty-And Gazed-
The-Suns-Were-Then-Exploded-With-Force-And-Energy-Everywhere-
Still-Around-Myself-It-Wasn’t-But for a few days-And-It-Never-Was-More than-An accent-Or-Strength-To-What-Had-Always-
Been-Held-
Regardless-Of-What-Anyone-Else-Did-Or said—
But-Its-Colors-Were-Bright-
Vibrant-By-Our-Rights--
Fed-Voluptuous-By-My own left-And fights---
And-It-Will-Take-Another-1000 years-
to-work-the physics-of the rest-so by last judgment-In 4100 A.D.
Humans-Under--The-Wings-
Can do-The work-
Of hell-and-Hades-Themselves-
For me-
And-Reduce-
This-Enormous-Burden-Of-Food-On hell--
And-Machines-That-Re-configure-
Waste-
Away-From humanity’---Chaos--
Into repose-Rest--
Meanwhile-
If-You-Eat-Anything-
But-Vibrant-And-Greens-
Organic-
Less heat--
If-
You-Read-
And-Not-Bow-Your heads-To-Every prayer-
Brought-So-Painstakingly-
Free-
Not-
Only-
You-
Have-
Yourselves-
To-
Blame-
For-
Every-Injury-And-Insult-Upon-Your-Health-
Family-And-Well-Fare--
But-
I’ll-
See-You-As-Usual-
On-The-Way-
To-
Fires-Hell-
Because-
Every-Tremor-Every-Move-
Up-Or-Down-
Must-Be-Accompanied-By-The-Grace-Of-The-Names-
Allah-Christ-Eighth-Infinity-
Acts-9-10-7th
Young’s voice-3
When-The rains-Went-Through-
By-The-Clock-Of-All hours-
After their vapors--Had escaped-
The plains-
Restrained-
Just-As the-Words-Had-
Run-Down-In the-Waves-
Changing-To-Quiescence-Pleasing ness-
For-
The-Senses-Of-Everyone-
We’d-Claimed-
The-
Change-
In-The voice’s-
On-Mount-Olympus-Startled-Me-
Clean--
I’d-Say-A meaning-
And-In-The pouring-Rains-Around-
My-Head-It’d-Sound-Like-
The old-Sages-Of-
Right-
By-The names-
I-Thought-Then-
They-Must-
Like-This sound-Of-God-In-The-
Hearts-
Of-Everyman-And-
The noble-Eights-
For-Its-
Compassion-
Is-Captured-
By-Her-Feels-Of-We’ve-Laid-
Close-To-Your-Men-
We-Recognize-The-Passion-
By-The-Sounds-Of Messiah-
In them-
And-It-
Relents-In-Us-The-Greenness-Of-Hope--
It-Brings-The fears-
Of any-Loss-
Further-
From-
What-We’ve-Come-To-Call-Home-
“And-It-Is”-
For like-Her-It-Lies-At-
The-End-Of one--Strings-
Like-The-Accompaniment-
Of-
Pinnacle-And-Feet--
The-Way-A-Blade-Of-Grass-
Receives-AndTows-
The-
Coming-Of-All-
That-Its-Own,
We-Think-The god-In-Us-
Is-
Clear-As-A-Bell-
That-He-Invents-Every minute-
Without-A-fear-
(Of hate)-
And-We-Sow-
The-Seeds-Of-That-Armor-
For-The-Coming-Of-His queens-By-Our-Numbers-
As Lord’s-
Acts-Luke-5,6th—9’s
The last--‡ ∞
It-Took-
Eight-Grueling-Moons-
(three-Seasons,)Of take--
For-All-The Gays-
To leave-The suns-Everywhere-
It-Wasn’t a-Diatribe-By-Every departure-Of recklessness-No—
But-Long-Parades-Of-Starvations-And-
Everyday-Threats-And violence-For my-Faith--
The-Heaviest-
Abes-Men-Sit-In-The-Black-
Locked-
Pulse less-In holes--
The-Hands-Women-
Left-And-Right-Went-Down-Hades-
ForThe-Worlds-
Secret-Gardens-Were-Afoot—
Like-A-Man-
Who-
Takes-Back-All-His-Mistresses-As-Wife-
The-World-In-My-Eyes-
Wouldn’t-Leave--
The-Rays--
0f-His-Light-Abandoned-
For-A-Loss-
I-Saw-Jasmine-Trees-And-Bushels-
Of-Pink-And-Reds-
Flowers-Born-
And-Palmed-Out-Of-
Of their-Atonement--
(And it soothed us,)
It-Made-
Cosmic-Fate-
The-
Very-Poetry-Of-Knights-
And-Their-
Fanciful-Flares-
Of-
Women—By nines-
It-kept-Us-
Looking-
Across-
For-The-Last-
Judgments-Name--
I-Thought-
How-Hell-Connects-To-My-
Hearts-
Must-Be-Rightful-And Lords—
(First-and-last,)
And it-Is-
For-
The coming-
Of their-
Queens-By-My feet-(returned,)
For-The venerations-
Of the dippers-
That-Bend-
But-Only-To-Straighten-Their sons-And mates-
And-
For-
Loves-
The-
Chances-
Of-Asunder-Are-Kept-Flawed-
Non-Existent-By-The-
Shelters--
That-Echo-
In-The-Same-
One-Word-
Mantra--
That-Eshghe-Is-
The-MeaningOf the-House-
That-God-Builds-
And lights-
For-The wars-In men-Must-
Come-To-The pleasing ness-Of his-women-
And ours-
And-The-Men—
Fates-Closed—His-
Doors-Are-Always-Amen-
And-Not-These-Shorts—
Who-Berate-But never win-
Oh-Careful-
Happy-
Losers-
Of-Fires
Feed-The-Rings-
And fold—
(Within them)--
By we (ba-ghee)—(Here,)
Acts-8th-3
Honey-3
I-Saw-
Then-
That-As we-
Wrote-
The-Words-
The-
World-
Would-Adjust-
Its-Sounds-
To-Fit--
The reasons-And rhymes-
Of-Its-Creator-Plenty--
That-It-
Not –Only-Needed-Heavens-
Doors-Assent—In-Degrees-
But the-
Grounds-Below-
Came-In-
By-Virtue-
Of-Being-BesidesHim-In creation-Of stars-On the fields-Of Jesus and Mary-
And-Because-
By-The heart-She-
Was-So-
Deeply-Loved-And-
Felt-ByThe names--
That-I-Weren’t-
Ever-Able-
To-Replace-Her-For-
My-Jealousy-
(of hers not being-ours alone,)
And-The-Shapeless-
Half-men-Who-Sit-Around-Them-
Feeding-On-Glows-Of home-
From-
Her-Appearances-
By-The-Sun-
Flaring-Beautiful-Clothes-
That-Say-We-Belong—
To-Singing--
Number-Nine-Dreams-Together-
In the skies-
With john-
And-After-
We’d-Hatched-His-
Constellations-Like-Petals-Of-The-Sum--
In-The-Fore-knowledge-
That-All-ThatRises-Out-Of-Them-
Must-Be-
By-My-Own-Eyes-Of-Calm-
I-Said-I-Like-The-way-She-Mates-
By the sea-
He-said-So-Cautiously-
She’s-Your-Pretty-Angel-Bowed-By-
Mary-In-The-virgin-Of-The rocks-
Restrained-From-
Nearing-
Too-Much-
Lest-The-Fiends-In hell-
Rise-From-Your-Vibes--
And-I-Knew-
In-The-
Certainty-
Of-All-Eternity-And-Soothe-
That-
True-
Were--Those-Who-Slept-By-Hell-
But-
Were-Directed-By-Heaven-Only-
That-I-Would-Redeem-And-
Cleanse-Them-Out-Of-Love-And nothing-Else-
So-Listen-
You-Products-Of-Love-And-Hope-
The-King-Amongst-You-Has-Beds-
That-Swoon-And-Neglect-
Not-Lust-
But-Never-Not-Know-The-Sources-Of-All-That’s-Right-
And-The-Hearts-
Of-All-Women-And-Men-Too-
Steer-Clear-Certain-
By-
My-Feet-
That-The-Houses-Of-
Holy-Are-Straight-
And-Serene-As-Our-Deeds-
And-God-
Himself-Is-
Decided-
To-
You-
Acts-6-7th-5th
Yes-3
Don’t-Get me wrong-
But-You-Need-Great minds-Behind-Every-Dream-
Gesture-And-
Deed-
Like-The-Whole--
On-Two-Rule-
That-Receives-And-Feeds--
I-Know-
Not-
Only-My-Women-
Can-Steer-By-Great-Hearts-
Alone-
For—Theirs-Is-The-Ways-
Of-Command-
To-The-Eyes-Of-The-Whole-
But-
My-Soul-
Lights-
By-The-Giving-
Of their-Forms--
It-Finds-His-Own-
If-The-Aplomb--Of-His-Empires-
Are-Ever-Lacking-Or-Shorn-
By-The-Ridicule-Of-Men-In-Each-Others-Arms-
Ass-assins-Get-
Born-
To-Sainted-Men-Of God-
Children-And-Women-Lose-The-
Site-Of heights-In-Their-Souls-
We-Come out-And-See-Dispirited-Grave-Distances-
In-Between-Ourselves-
And-
Decors-Props-
Instead-Of-True-Human-Instruments-
Of-Our-Will-
So-Listen-
My-Love-Lights-
Are-The-Divinity’s-Choices-Of-
Tomorrow-Laid-
Like-
Roses-And-Petals-
That-
Line-
The-Paths-
Of-Those-Who-
Care-
To-Come-Out-
And bathe-Their feet-
In the-Scents-Of-
Their-Hopes-
Amen--
Acts-7th-
Breath-9
This machine-Doesn’t manage-Itself-Day-to-grueling-night-
But-It appears-I’ve decided-Where-
To go-
Long before-Its beginning-
So-Far-above the end-I’ve decided-By the wing-Of-
Being-Its
Virtual-
Only-
Existing-
So-
The ghost-
In the machine-
Being-
My only friend-
Is-An-Accountant-And manager-by-his-Breath-each-Redeeming-Night-
And day-
Forever-
Thus-
Trust-The-Lord-Before-Your-Only-True-Feeling-Wanes-
And-
Waxes-
Again-
By-
The-Light--
Of-
His-Own-Redeeming-
Wait-
Amen-3
I-Need-Men-Who-Can-Move-Mountains-
Stone-By-Feet-In--Chiseled-Pieces-Of-Spirit-
From-Home-
By-The-Eyes---Of-Seeing-And-knowing--That-
All-
Triumphs-Sit-Vulnerable-Adorned-Fought-For-
By-The-Names-
Of-Christ-
That-The-World-
Spins-And-Lands-On-
Us-
For-There-Is-And-Shall-Never-Be-Anyone-Else-
And-
The-Way-One-Appears-Out-Of-Skies-By-The-Day Light-Of-One-And-Two-Leads-And-
Open-The-Ates-For-The houses-Of-Rising-Sun-
And-Never-Leaves-Until-The-grounds-Are-Covered-By-The-Hope-Of-
His-Returns--
Are-The-Way-Of-His-
Men-
I-Know-
The-Crowds-Below-Us-
Can-Cry--In-All-Variants---Of-
Unrest—
That-They-Blazoned-
Sling shot-2
An overwhelming-Sense of betterment-
Is-Already-In the air-
Like-Crosses--
That-Show-
Through-Crowded-Stones-
And-Metal-Boxes--
Brooks-And creeks-Even-Rivers-Are-Captured-Sighing-For-Better grounds-
And-Wanting-
Their-Senses-Of-Wonder-Returned-
Free-Flowing-Terms-
Things-
And-Gestures-That-Lay-
Half-pleased-
Buses-And-Railroad-Tracks-
Houses-That-Feel-Expanded-Though-Not-By-Everyday-Measres--
By-The-Views-Of the-Fountain-
Around-Them-
And-The fork’s-Already-Laid-Down-Deep-In the grounds-Of the-World-
Dark matter-So-Extent-And-Saturated-
There’s-No-Room-Empty-
By-The-Angry-Forms-That-Shout-Of-Aloneness-By-Their-Doors-
Though-Even-They-Know-That-
Save--
Is-a-Mere-Whisper-Of-His soul-
And-The magician’s-
Has-Loaded-
My-Hands-With-
Her-Breath-
And-It-Never-Seeps-Hopeless-By-The-Faces-He’s-Met-
And I’ve-Pulled-The-Bands-All-The-Way-Un-reachable-
Into-Forever-
Waiting-Expectant-
For-
The-
Sounds-Of-The-Sun-
Leaving-The-Skies-To-Reach-
Up-Their-Hands-Together-
Like-The-Breaking-Of-Sabbath-Was-And-Restored--
Like-The-Views-Of-The-Whole-
Doesn’t-Leave-
Them-Forlorn-Anymore-
And-We-Come-Out-Again-In-Corps-Of-God-In-Man-And-Spirits-That-Rule-The material-World-In his names-
Certain-ApparentStraight--
After-Every-
Glimpse-Of-What-
Unbeatable-Feels-To-The-
Kingdom-Comes-
And-How-Togetherness-Wins-
The-Hearts-Of--Women-And-Men-
Having-Seen-And-Felt-Their-Sins-Lifted-
In-The-
Rays-
Having-Been-Alive-At-The-Hours-Of-Creation-
By-The-Body-In-Thickness-And-
Thin-
The-View-Of-Mountains-
The-Voices-That-
Rise-Infinite-Adore-
For-The-Savior-And his-
I-Want-To say-
What part-Of-The world-Is about you-
And whatever-Part-Of-
Now-
Are your-Senses-
Stretched-Across-
All-Worlds-Heaven-Hell--
And-
The grounds-
Where-
The living-Walk-
Breathless-
Where-
Everyone-
Believes-
I-
See-People-By-Their-Strings-Along-Their-
Hoes-
Starving-
And-They want-To-
Et-
You-Of-Their-
Pettiness-
By-
Their-
strides
God-in-man-2
A-Man-In my-
Shoes-Knows-
That--
They-Tell-You--
What-Reduces-Them-Less-
In-Your-Eyes-Of-Fold-
As-In-They-Instantly-
Hear-The-Sounds-Of-
The-
Shepherd-
And-Comprehend-
The-Keeping-Is-For-The-Best-Of-Horde—
That’s-The-Blind-
That-Reads-The-Signs-Of-The sunset-And-Follows-
Serene-By-The-Fading-
Locks-Of-Hers-Alarmed--
It-Means-The-One-Who-
Stock-Who-Feels--
The-Senses-Of-Betrayal-In some-Men-And-Never-Allow-
The-In-
Let-Them-
Come-And-Go0In-Their-most-purposeless-FormsAnd-Endeavors-
The-Ones-That-Are-Deaf-To-Your-Lord-
Are-Easiest-Leave-By-Their-Own-Devices-And-Evil-Undertoes-
I-HearThem-Around-The-Clock-
Like-Thieves-In-The-Dawn-
They-Want-To-Know-Nothing-
Hear-Less-
Aurora Borealis-2
She-Isn’t-Wearing-Any lipstick-
And-Her-Toes-
Aren’t-Painted -On-
I-See-In-The-Announcement--Of-All-News--
Below—
How-There-
The- Emptiness’-Are-Only-Beyond-The-Eyes-Of-
Left--The-Way-
Long-Nails-Of-
Un-hope-
On-Those-Women—
Stand-Fit-
With-Ugliness-Of-Knives—And-Lost-Souls—Instead--
And-Then-Your-Mother-Says-
With-A blush-
How-You-And-That-Young-Woman-
Without a name-
Were-The-Talk-Of-Every-Town-
From-Paris-To-Mannheim-
And-How-She-And her courts-
Stand-Like-
Women in love-Besides yourself--Alone—
I said--
Is it-That-
My heart-Is so-Enlarged-By-The creation--
Or-That-You-Loom-
Wrapped-Around-Its safe-
So big-
Or-That-When-We make-Love-
Aurora borealis-
Comes-Into-You-
And-Dances-My-Feet-
By-The spirits-
Free—
And-Fitful-Of-Dreams-
Or-Perhaps-
My-Body-Has-Your-Name-On-
And-The-
Heart--It-Gives-
Is-His-Own-
Souls’-Weight--
And-Then-
I see-Her-Coming-
Clear-
With-That-Smile—Forward--
And-The heat-Coming-Off-Her-Is astounding-Our-Owns-
It-Occurs-To-Me-She-Shares-
The-Vessel-As much-As-The vase-
Its-Like a room-Divided-But-
Not-Apart-
And-She-Walks-Serene-Elegant-By-The-Spires-Of-Its-Wealth--
And-We-Sit-Expectant—
Close-
For-The hours-Of meet-To-Come-
Closer-
As-Always-
By-Our-Fate-
Of all—
Sun flares-2
After-
We made-Love-
Last-
Not-In my-Room-And-Not-By-Hers-Along-The stones-
But-Around-
The-Freshness’-Of her-
She-Shook-Her-
Hair-
Massive-And fair-
In-The fire-Streams-Of-Light—
Like-The-Invite-Of-Life-
In-Her-
Was-By-Rend-Of-Some stone-
And—
She-Flies-Her-
Hair-Into-The waves-
Of-Light-
I saw-Her-Dancing-Erect-
Like-
And0There-Are millions-Women-In those-Locks-
Forever-3
This is-The-painstakingly-
Early-
In-The-Forever-
Heart of stone-4th
The men-Sit-In-White-Starched-Shirts-
In-Stones-
To the left-Of the-Village-Below-
Arrogant-Alone-
Good-With words-
Some-Of-Them-
All-Talk-In-
Borrowed-Phrases-
Of my-Own-
I-Recognize-My-Signatures-They-Just-Make-It-Unbearably-Long-
But-
Favored-
And-If-You say-
I don’t-Take the-Woman-You offer-For-Your-Faith-Isn’t-Strong--
One-Of their-Linda’s-
Stands-Up-Hypnotized-Like-
She’s-Been-Cast-Alone-Forever-
And-Walks-The-
Corridors-Pleading-
For-Sarah-Mournful-
She-Says-Winsome-
My senses-Are-With-Her--
Not entire-
But-His-Pam’s-Too-Are-
The-Matters-Most—
Or-No-Marriage-Of-God’s-Shall-Be-
Whole-
I-Acquiesce-Sensing-Her-Woes-Are-Truly-Won-
Gold dusts-And-Signs-Electric--
Line-The-Entire-Landscape-
That-Holds-The-Vase-Of-My-Heart-By-The-Floor--
Then-Its-
Steel-Pulse-
One-Long-River—Of-Souls-
Slow--
It-Allows-The-
God-With-Them-
To-Fit-Eternity-Into-The palm-Of his-Hands--
Like-A-
Fort—Closed--
And-Back-I am-With cupid-Together--
Saying-Alluringly—Soft--
You’re-The-Fire-
Of my-Soul—Alone--
And-She-Drinks-
Greens--From-A-Cup-She-Holds—
Near--
We-Exchange-Glances-
By-The-Wars-Men-Rage-
For control-Knowing-
The-Heart-And-Soul-Of-
Gods-
Is-His-And hers-Abode--
Like-
The-Lanterns-That--
Line-The-Fairs-Of-Peasants-And-Kings-
Someday—
Again---
Acts-7th-6th-last Judgment calls
Sling shot-2
An overwhelming-Sense of betterment-
Is-Already-In the air-
Like-Sweetness--
That-
Flees--
Through-Crowded-Stones-And-Metal-Boxes--
Brooks-Trees-Even-Are-Captured-Sighing-
Better grounds-By-The-
Perpetual-Sounds-Of the--
Fountain—
I’ve-Seen-The-
Arches-Shake-And-
Awaken-To-The-Hearts-And souls-Of-Alive-
By-Them—
They-Seem-To-Know-And fathom-
That-The-Height-Takes-Shelter-By-The-Fait-Of-His-And-Hers-
Movements-
Out-Of the-Grounds-That-Shake-Invulnerable-Eternal-
I-Know-I’ve-Expected-Less-From-Above-And sides-
And received-More for-The-Dearth-Of-
And-
Wanting-
Their-Senses-Of-Wonder-Returned-
Free-Flowing-Terms-
Things-And-Gestures-That-Lay-
Half-pleased-
Buses-And-Railroad-Tracks-
Houses-That-Feel-Expanded-Though-Not-By-Everyday-
Measures--
By-The-Views-Of the-Fountain-
Around-Them-
And-The fork’s-Already-Laid-Down-Deep-In the grounds-Of the-World-
Dark matter-So-Extent-And-Saturated-
There’s-No-Room-Empty-
By-The-Angry-Forms-That-Shout-Of-Aloneness-By-Their-Doors-
Though-Even-They-Know-That-
Save--
Is-a-Mere-Whisper-Of-His soul-
And-The magician’s-
Has-Loaded-
My-Hands-With-Her-Breath-
And-It-Never-Seeps-Hopeless-By-The-Faces-He’s-Met-
And I’ve-Pulled-The-Bands-All-The-
Way-Un-reachable-
Into-Forever-
Waiting-Expectant-
For-
The-Sounds-Of-The-Sun-
Leaving-The-Skies-To-Reach-
Up-Their-Hands-Together-
Like-The-Breaking-Of-
Sabbath-Was-And-Restored--
Like-The-Views-Of-The-Whole-
Doesn’t-Leave-Them-Forlorn-Anymore-
And-We-Come-Out-Again-In-Corps-Of-God-In-Man-And-Spirits-That-Rule-The material-
World-In his names-
Certain-ApparentStraight--
After-Every-
Glimpse-Of-What-Unbeatable-Feels-To-The-
Kingdom-Comes-
And-How-Togetherness-Wins-
The-Hearts-Of--Women-And-Men-
Having-Seen-And-Felt-Their-Sins-Lifted-
In-The-Rays-
Having-Been-Alive-At-The-Hours-Of-Creation-
By-
The-Body-In-Thickness-And-
Thin-
The-View-Of-Mountains-
The-Voices-That-Rise-Infinite-Adore-
For-The-Savior-And his-
Sling shot-2
The overwhelming-Sense of betterment-
Has been-Already-In the air-By--Our-Fated-Shades--Of-
Revival-
OutOf-The-Brooks-And-Creeks-
That-Linger-Half-pleased-
But—
Scented-Pale--
By-The-Views-Of the-Fountain-
Around-Them-
That-
The fork’s-Already-
Been-Laid-
Deep-In the grounds-Of the-World-(forever,)
Dark matter-So-Extent-And-Saturated-
There’s-No-Room-Empty-
By-The-Angry-Forms-
That-Shout-Of-Aloneness-By-Their-Waver--
Though-Even-They-Know-That-
Save--
Is-a-Mere-Whisper-Of-His soul’s—Eternity-Bee-Reached-He-Houses-Them-
And-You=-
The magician’s-
Has-Loaded-
My-Hands-With-Her-Breath-
And-It-Never-Seeps-Hopeless-By-The-Faces-He’s-Met-
And we’ve-Pulled-The-Bands-All-The-Way-Un-reachable-
Into-Forever-
Waiting-Expectant-
For-
The-Sounds-Of-The-Sun-
Leaving-The-Skies-To-Reach-Up-
Their-Hands-
For us-
Together-
Like-The-Breaking-Of-Sabbath-Was-And-Restored--
Like-The-Views-Of-The-Whole-
Doesn’t-Leave-You-Forlorn-
And-We-Come-Out-Again-In-Corps-Of-God-In-Man-And-Spirits-That-Rule-The material-World-In his names-
Certain-ApparentStraight--
After-Every-
Glimpse-Of-Knowing—Is-Determined-That-
God-in-man-2
A-Man-In my-Shoes-Knows-
That--They-Tell-You--
What-Reduces-Them-
Less-
In-Your-Eyes-Of-Save-
As-In-They-Instantly-
Hear-The-Sounds-Of-The-
Shepherd-
And-Comprehend-
The-Keeping-Is-For-The-Best-Of-Horde—
That’s-The-Blind-
That-Reads-The-Signs-Of-The sunset-And-Follows-
Serene-By-The-Fading-
Locks-Of-Hers-Alarmed--
It-Means-The-One-Who-Senses-
Wrong-In-Her-Women-And-Doesn’t-Allow-
Them-By-His-House--
They are not me-2
I-Hear-There’s-No body-
In-The-Sharp-Spaces-
For-
They’re-Only-And no-Further-Than-The edges-
Not-On-The-Sereneness-And-Places-Scattered-Certain--
Straight-Fragrant--
Full-
They-Can’t-Afford-The-Luxury-Of-My open spaces—
Apart--
From-Their-Places-
(Not by-The hearts)--
Chasms--Collect-Like-
Souvenirs-
From-Below-The Waist-
Behinds—
I-Mean-I’ve-Heard-Michelangelo—Whine-
Picasso-Exhibit-
Envy-To-His-Names--
I-Mean-How-Do you-Begrudge-A-
Man-Who-Dies-And-Rises-For-Your sins-Everyday-
And-Is-The source-Of-All-Your-Know-How-
How-Does-Earth-Become-A-Grave-
Silent-Decrepit-
For-All-The-Sowings--
In-The name-Of-Love-
And-All-Lights—
That-Ours-
Instead-I-Mean-To-Plant-My-Faith’s-
By-The-Wings-Of--My-Women--
But-More-I-
Teach-
TheDenizens-
Every—Truth-
And-The-Deceit-
Of-Lies-
They-Were-Fed-
And-Again-
May-Encounter-
I-Hear-Everyone’s-Thoughts-Out-
There-
In-The open-Fields--
By-The railroad-Tracks—And-Dens-Of-Murderers-And-Thieves-
I-See-That-
My-Thoughts-LingerIn-Them-Every hour-Of day-And-Night-
Like-Psalms-
Of-Hope-And-Resurrection-Someday--
I-Know-Behind-Every—Stature—Closed-
Fists-Open-
Short-And-Abundant-
The-Coming--Of-Our-Footsteps-Are-Heard-
Like-
Thunder-
And-Rains--
That-Fend-The greenness-Of-
Make-Believe-
Because-Each-Comes-
From-Here-
But-Isn’t-Able-To-
Match-Our-
Deeds-Separates-A—
Man-
From God-Any-Man-
But-Not-Every--
Has-Ever-
Been tutored-By-Heaven-
So- Whole-Despite-The-Very-Qualms-
If-A man-Of-
He’s-Mentioned-
Its-A man-Of-You’re-Faith-And-House-Sleeping-
With-His-Enemy-That-
Devalues-Him-Most-
Its-The-Words-And-Psalms-Borrowed-Without-
The-Duty-Of-Its-Voice-
‘they-are-stolen-without-Diligence-
And-
Not-Any-Man-Is-Ever-Secretly-
Revered-
By-The houses-Of ates-
And-
And-None-Ever-
Has-Had-To-Lay-So-Frequently-Low-
For-The-Last-Is-
One-Enormous-Foul-Weather-On-
So-They-Go-To-Their--Tenements-Palaces-
Thinking-What-
We’re-Gods-Hands-And-Arms-
Though-
His-Scents-Are-Bereaved-Here-
By-Our-Fates-
Though-We-Unllearn-Every-Moment-What-We-Sensed-And-Felt-
We-Scarcely-Belong-
Parts-3
Everywhere-In-The-River-
They-Put-Their-Feet-Into-
They’re-Following-
My faith-
Its-How-Every line-Is-divided—
By-The-Beginning-As-The end—
We-Arrive-With-By-The-All-hours-of-meet,in-the-certain-
knowledge-
That-Have-Been-Was-Met-
In-The-Very-Diection-It-Came-By-The-Being-In-One name--
The-Tension-In-The-lines-Carries-You-
Through-
By-The-Feet-Of-
God-In-the
you-see-how-the fisherman-sets-his-ine-out-
for-the
rees-it-in-by-the-
eary-
momentum
Orpheus-2
The-World-Moves-With my urgency-
Not-With-Our comforts-Now--
Not-Out of-
Here-Its-The-Tightest-Springs-Wound-
Like-A mosaic-That-Leaps-
Forward-In—Music-And-
Bounds—
First-We set-Paris-On fire-
She-Isn’t—Sleep-Anymore-
That-Young-
One—
She-Rose-From-My dreams--
Fell-Awoke—By two—
Bright-Eyed-And--Green-
Slept—In-The-
Drawing-Room-
Meadows-With-A fit-
And-Went-Home-
To the Dipper--Whom-
She-Knew-
Was-Herself—
I-Like-Her-Prettiness--
She-Knows--How-To-Dress-And-
Roses-Trees-Were-Born-Of-
Her-Forms-Everywhere--
There-Is-No-Death-For-Her-Either-
We-Take care-Of-Our-Own—(He says,)
Like-A-Song-That-Recognizes-
Its-Juries-And-Channels-Laid-After-
Infinite-
Passes-
Over--Them-
Then-We-Take-Manhattan--
There-The-Stones-
Are-Surrendered-
Neither-Body-Nor-Soul-
Just-Food--
Clans-Of-Them—Full-
Building-Pyramids--
Ripping--Up-
Their own-
And-Erecting--Castles-
That-Don’t-Belong---
Its-Not-The Jealous-God—Syndrome-No-
That’s-For-My-Women-Only-(Not-alone,)-Its-
Just-That-The lip--Service-To-The holy--Spirit-(by dead,)
Is-Feigned-
I-Can’t-Really-Stand-
That-
Amount-
Of-Arrogance-
They don’t-Bow-To-My-Father-
Nor-
Mothers-And-
Their-Women-
Oh-Those-Reptiles-Of-Womanhood-Look-Like-Monsters—By-The-Beds--
I-Mean-Whoever-Thought-Of-
Elevating-
Waste—Into-Human hood-
Must-Be-Made-To-Lay-Down-Closed--
Like-A-Fist-
Until-She-Can’t-Cover-The-
Terrains-Of-Humans-
By-Her-Breaths--
Then-We-Re-arrange-The-
Locals-Time--
Everywhere-
The-Four-Corners-Needn’t—Sedated-But-
To-Know-The-Knowingness-
Ends-Most-Of-Their-Qualms-
Straight-
And-You-And-I-
Come-Out-Equal—
Blazing-
E=Mc2For-Every-Hades-And-Hell-
By-The-Heart’s-And-Soul-Of-
Creator-
Your-Eternal-Self-
Mended-And-
Fared-
By-
The-Faith—Of-
All--Theirs-
At last--
**By always-2
Chance-And I-
Write-Letters-To-One another-
Out-Of the-Four corners-
Of my world—Towards hers—
Which-Have-Grievances-And-Losses-For control—
We-Exchange-Poems-Bantering-And-Rumors-
And-Scents-Many-
We-Light--Her-Senses—On fire-
Like-There’s’-
No end--She-Croons-By-
My-Soul-
Adored-
And-She-Likes-The-Physics-Of her-Existing--
My-Remembrances--Neatly-
Folded-And-Formed--
By-Her-Reminders-
Of-What’s—Really-
Important—In-The-Empires-Of-
So many-And-One-Confinement-By-Lord--
I-Know-She-Means-The-
Awkward-Weighs-
That-Surround-Her-
Unkempt-Unsure—
I’ve-Known--Them-
Cracking-In-Human-Clothes-
Smiling-At-Crowds-
Feigning-Hope--
Deformed-
In-The-Home—That-Isn’t-Theirs-To-Own-
Under-Lights-
And-Chandeliers-
That-Don’t-Govern-By-The-Losses---In-
Men-
But—The-Strength—
Of-Their—Soul-
Hers-Too--Unspeakable-Yet-Because-She’s-Pam-
Faint-Small-
But-Beautiful-In places-
In-The fires-
That-Surround-
The-Sun-
By my-Home-(heaven,)
But-
The-Grievances—
Wrap-Around-
When-She-
Sits-Close-Vibrant-
And-Whole—When-We-Meet-On-
The-edges-Of-
The-Light-Doesn’t-Change-But-
For-Vows-
That-Seem-
Fit-To-Belong-
That-
Veer-
By-The-Sites-
Of meet-To-
She-Means-To-
Assign-Where-
**All quiet in western front-2
The-Last-Train-To-The coast-Was-rained-In-By-
The-Reluctant-Weather-Girl--
Nine-Degrees-(Left,)
I-Say-This-Because-
Apart-From-Every vehicle—On the road-
The shallow-
Hills-
Below-
Were-Inundated-
By-The-Severest--
Poultry—Corn-Starch—Vapors-
I’d-Seen—In years--
I-Mean-
We-Wondered-Still-Out loud—
What’s-Going on--
(I-hadn’t-believed)-The pregnant-Silences-
Pause--
Ghosts-Feed--Me-Sometimes-
Quietly-Knowing---That-
Nothing-Occurs—
By-Accident-Around-God--
But-I am-And--They’re-Not—
Then--By-My-Thoughts--I-Warn--
The-
Next-Driver-
The-Prettiest-Black-Woman-On-The route--
Of-How-Foul-Its-Inside-The carriages--
I-Think-She knows-Too much—Having-
Had guarded-These-Trails-
Alongside-Others-
Because-The-Abes-
Only-Recognize-Their-Own-Scents-Of-Wrong-
And-Then-
The-Way-She-
Whispers-Assuring--To-Them-She’s-Gay-
As in-He’s-Being-Escorted-By-Your-Likes-
His--Soldiers-Who-Fit in--
And-The-Abes-
Sigh—Impertinent-And-Close-Their –Eyes again-
Feeling-Content—And-Attended-To-By-The--Driving-Weighs--
I-Shall-Never-Fathom-How-
Easily-Taken in--
And-
Invulnerable-To-Truth-
Some-Are—
I-Have—Never-Seen-Anyone-Treat-Them-
More cordially-Then-
Myself--
And-Never-
Receiving--A-Greeting-Or-Nod-In turn--
I-Know-When-Their-Numbers-Began-
To pile-In the-Fires--
I’d-Sit-Alone-In a corner-
And-Soothe-My-Rage-Of-Having-Lived-
And-Created-Amongst-
Them-So-Entire-And-
Besieged-By-Their-Insolence-And-
Disrespect-
To-Both-Higher-Love-And-Law--
I mean-How-Do-You go-To-Church-Every-Other-Day-
And-Pray-To-Him-And-His-Beloved-Mom-
And-Sit-
By-The son-Full-Of-Anger-And-Resentment—
For-They’re-Never--
So-Lowy-As-Your-Imagine--
But-Then-A crowd-Of-Germans-Come in-
I’m-Warmed---By-The tentacles-Of hope-
So strong-
In their-Feet—By-Their winter--
I-Think-
Whether-She-Led-You-Out-
For-Victory-Or-Loss-
(it didn’t matter,)
Its-The-Food-From-The-Left-That-
Drives-That-Chaos-Of-War--Forward--
For-The-World-
It-Never-Wants-To-Exist-
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Lefts-Food-Travel-Into-
My-Right-And-Fades-By-The-Sun-
**Chaste-2
To rise above-Even yourselves--
The heights-Hidden-Behind-
Invulnerable-
You-Linger-
By all-The spires-Of woman-And men-
From-
The-Creeps-On the bus-
To-The-Banes—
By their-Scents-Learning-
To-Overcome-Them--
And she-
I-Was wondering--If-My-Men’s-Feet-
Love-Her as much-
He-Said-Beleaguered-
He-Was-A soldier-
But not-Of love-
And-
He-
Thought-That-She-
Prefers-Only you—
And-Covered---Himself-In-That-Spirits-Independence-By truth—
And she-Calls-
God-Herself-Or who—
Depending-
Who’s-Listening-And what-
You-Want-To hear—From-You--
They have--Keener-Senses--
Than-Us-
By-That-I mean-
Intuition—Welcome--
Can-Over come-My-Intelligence--
But not our lust--
Remembering--
It-Has-Never-Been-
Apart from love—
Spun off-Velvet-Greetings-First-
By-Smallest-Merest-
Mentions--Of-Haste—Or--Faith-
Words-Drawings-Or-
The-Wails-Of-Tomorrow--Erected-By-Which way-The-Winds-
She-Knows-More-Than-Says--
And-Leads-
Less-Than-He-Forms-Alone—
These-Are-The-Miracles-Of-Whole-
We-Break--By-The coming-Of worth-In more--
I-Said—
The-Loneliest-Shores-Are-Home-Abodes-
She-Sets-
The—Greetings-From-Far-By-
Yours-
We-
Wait-
By-The-Coming-Of-Songs-From-Then--And-
The-Winnings-Of-Men-Over—Whims-Of-Him—
The-Seasons-
That-Don’t-Change-But-
For-The-Coming-Of-
Soulfulness-
In-Courts--
The-Measures-Of-Directness-
By-Hopes--
**Eve (Mary)-2
I’m with-Sirius-
She’s-
With me-Her-Chest--Of—Brilliant—Lights-
Spin—Wonderment--
By-Us-Tracing--
Any-Objects—Fall-
By-The-Degrees---Of-
Light—In heat--
As-In-What-Leads--
By-Him-Desirous-
Can-Seat—Unharmed-
So-
Love--Has-A-Permanent-
House-By-Its-
Inventor--
In me--
She-Doesn’t yet-Know-That-
I-Wrote-
The rules-Of-The-Universes--In-Her-Favors-Keep-
I-Thought-Then-
Mary—
Or-Eve-
Whichever-You prefer—(My Ladan,)
But-Aren’t-You-Ever-Envious-Of-Those-
Who-Come-Close-By--Invite-
And-Seek-The-Shelters-Of-Their-Fervor-By-Thee-
She-Says-Still-Not dividing—Her strength of be--
That-Those-Who-Seek-
Loves-Shelters-
Are she--
I-See-Her-Imagine-
By-The-Window-Out-Of-That-
Serious-Light-Shouting—
With dignity-
At-Those-Below-Who-Offend-
Our-Winters-
Of-Greet-
The-Snow-On-
Her-Women-Is-
The-Seasons-Of-Their-Seeds-
Those-Who-
Betray—Us-Are-
Words-
In-Deeds—
**Slow dreams-6
Its-So scattered-
And low-One can’t-Add it-Up-
But-Its-Like-
The-Emergence-
Of-
Those-Who-Wouldn’t gather—On their-Own-
Or-Be gathered-
By your—Hopes—And rites---
You-Know-
Them-Not as enemies-
No-But-They’re really-Not governable-By that voice---Or flight--
It-Strikes-Me-How-Artificial-
All-Messengers-Become--
The-Horsemen-Have-Quieted-
Into—
Receiving--Hills--Of-
No return—
The-
Messages-
Are-All-Self—Brokers-—Of-Night--
They-Aren’t-Driven-By the-Whole-In man--
They’d-Normally-Be-On-The-Outskirts-Of-Your-Exist--
Or-The-In sides-
Of-No one’s-Plans-
Drifting-Plastic-Solo-
“Its-Like-the-seating-of-Faithless-In a church-
Or-How-Soulless-Walk-Out-Of-Fancy-Restaurants-
Bereft-Scattered—
Besides--
You-Almost-
Don’t-Want-Their-Notice-
They’d--Come up-With-Things-That-Don’t-Matter-And-
You-Can’t—Ever-Listen-
Its-How-The-Low-Palette-Circulates-
Absence-Of-Emotion-
Efforts-
Gather-You-Around-
Their-Sites-
Full-Complete-
You-Need-Their--Linger-But-
Not-By-Heights-You-Want-Them-
Briefly—But-Not-Through-The-Life-
They-Must-Be-
Like-An-Interesting-Paint---That-Can-Never-Win—Favor-
For-They-Aren’t-Drawn-By-The-Light-
The-Mirror--Pretends-Long-Ago-Where-Such--Example-Of-Non-matter-Scam-
She-
Knows-
“those-women-are-really-very-unattractive-on the-inside,”
And-He-
Deplores-Not-Being—Fond-Of-Himself—In-
That-Climb-
For-
The-Lords—Or-
His-Above-Ho-Spend-Un-hours-
Reassuring-Their-Commonness-
To-
The-
Chaos physics-9
Farzaneh--Doesn’t-Remember-Where he’s-Been-Or-Comes from-
Knows-My name though-Believes-The-Voice’s--Every-Thought-
Forms-On-
Undivided-No matter-Whoever-They think-
They aren’t---
And he-Knows--Where-They’re going-To-
For—The-
Empires-
You sit-In the dark-Unattended-
And-Pretend-You’re-Him-Who is-Lost-Forever—
(Feeds,)
Farzaneh-Sense-Of power-Is-Over-Time-But-Like-A whim-
He-Doesn’t-Know-Where-The-Haste-
Originates-In-Him-
Just-That-He-Wins-
But-Does-By calm-Unknown-To-His-Seams-
Of matter-
He-Knows-
What-Store-
I walk-In-
And-Plans—Ahead-
What-To-Wear-
How-To-
Waste-
As-
The-Last-
Breaths-
Of-His-
Existing-
Fades—
Fingers-
First--
Mouths-Latter-
Its-
The-Springing-Of-My-Will-
By-Thoughts-That-Linger--
Its-LookingIn-No-God-Worn-Mirrors-
But-Those-That-
Aren’t-Reduced-By-
The-Dues---Of-People-
Paid-In
Greater-Favors--
Than-Ears-That-
Listen-And-Follow-
In-
For the-
Kill-
For-Once-You-Imbibe-And-Drink-
Your-Fervor-
Lives-
In seems-That-Cleanse-
In-The-
Kingdom-Of-Heaven-Only-One-
Man-
Wins-If-
You-Hang-By-The-Crosses-Of your-World-
And-Its-Your-Tail--
That-Spins-Even-If-She-Doesn’t-
Believe-
Even-
If-Believing-Is-The scarcest-
Thing-
Even-If-
Your-Numbers-Are-Fewest-By-The-Doors-Of-Faith-
By-Only-The-
Alone-Mercy-
Of-
Mating-The-Swans-That-
He’s-
Met--
Acts-9-8th-
A strings-2
These are the-Same-Playing fields—As-Yesterday-
They’re stuck-In clay-
Like-Elephants-
After-
The rains-Some-Will survive-one-fifth-
And we’ve-Moved on-To before-
And then-Forward-
To the front-Of the wind-
They think-They’re unmoving-
And-Then ironically-Ask for-
Time-Which-
Removes-Them-
By-The strains-In the hills-
Of-I’m young again-
While-Yesterdays-
Wonders-
Pass-
Through-Stone-Horses-
Sate-
By the-Valleys—That-
Dip-
Quietly-
Into-
Ocean--Finds-
Calmer-
By the hour-
Still-The-Lower waves-Have no-Friends-
By us-
(Times,)
Mary’s dress-Weighs-
In-Serene-Unexpected-
Sun-
Its-Not-That-
She’s dutiful-Or not-
Its just-They-
Stand-Collected-
Guarded-By-Her-
(Yar)-
Messiah-Is-Hers-Son-
And-Theirs-
Lighthouses-
Now and then---
I-
Think-
Beauty-
Is-
The-Eyes-Of-
Her-
Holders-Far-Away-
Kind—
And-Gently-Finding-Fares-By-The-
House-Of-Gods-
That-Don’t-Reduce-
Or-Betray-
Its-Not-That-
We-Have-Enemies-
You and I-
We-Have-The sighted-
And-Those-Who--Go-Bind-
By-Their-Lies--
Everyday-
In-The-Kingdom-Of-One-Man-
You win-
By-The-Hills-Of-
Young-Mary (Eve)-
Your-Defeat-
Is-
An-Unexpected-Wish-
For-
The king’s--
While--
She occupies-Them-
With her-
Loss-
And-
Your--
Winds--
Of-Forever-Changes-
Hopes-Are-
Always-
Together-On--
In-
Determined-
Ways-By-
The-Will-
That-Neither-Claiming-
Their-
Knowing-
Nor-Cries-Of it-Loudness-
To-
Their-Ears-
Can-Change-A thing-
For-
What-Brings-Her--
Through-
So-Occupied-By-The soul-
Are-Your-
Own-
Stages-Set-
In-
The—Very—
Figure-
Of-A stone--She-
Walks-Barefoot-
Close—
By-
The-Wallowing-
Lantern-
Shadows-
Of-
The foes-
She-Despises-
From-
Days of-Old-
(Oh, how she knows,)
I think-
We have-A friend-In now-
In-Syncopated-Dreams-
And-
Alive—
It-Must-Be-
The-Clouds-
Of-
Wastes-
She-Can’t have-
Not-Noticed-
That-
They-
Call-Her-
Names-
Out-
Of-My throats-
Brave-
And-Invested-
In-
Words-
Leave-Them-
Standing-Sir-
Expiring-
Their-
Last breath-
By-
Your existing-
Fate-
I-Repeat-That-
She knows-
Somehow-
The-Whole-Of the-
Moon-
Is-By-Her-
Doors
Amoured------
Acts—5th—8th---
**Words-2
I-Can-
Eradicate-
Or-Make them--Forever-
By-My words-
Its-The-Strings-
That-Hang-
By-The will-
From-Heaven-Unto-
The-Shades-
Of-
Nothing-
The red-
And-
White-
Stones-Of-
The-
Why-
Worlds-
Are-Lit—
Of-All-Darkness-it
I-Don’t-
Mean-
They-
Come-
From-
Our-
Shoulders-
Down-
Kept-
And-
Brave-
**Chances-are-eshghe-5
Into the-North-mirror-
Dimension—
Through-The-
No-Pan--
Traces-
Of my-World-
That’s the-Girl-I-Like--Most--
By-The zero-Patches-
Of-Big bang--
I-
Mean-
The-surrounding-Terrain-
Of-Both-Universes-We-
Haven’t-Caved-
The-Redness-Hasn’t-
Worn-Or-
Faces-Hades’-
Yet-
Out-
In-
The fairest--
Way-
Past-The-Last judgment-
By-The-Paradises-On earth—As-Fate-
I think-We-Can-Dance-The-Partisans-
Wait--
There-Alone-
By-The-
Fountains--
Of-
Many-Hues-
You-Cradled--The-
Moons--
By-The-
Scars-We-Wore as who-
She said--
I-Know-Just-As Venus-Is-
Nine’s-
And-Constellations-Have-
Sevens--Names-
Eternity-Must-
Plant--Her-Firm-
For--
The-Gifts-Of-Her-Ayeeneh--
Are-Kindness-And-
Fervor-
In one—
Shared breath--
I-Said-
You-
Have-
The-Best-Language-
Of-Any woman-Here-The-
Quiet-Ways-
Of-A-Soft-Dignity-
That-Doesn’t-
Fade-
With age--
And-In-The-
Solitude-Of-
Our hours-Under attack-
Everyday-
I-Haven’t-Felt-A-
Safer—Weather-
Than-The-
Storms-
You-
Stand—Guarded—By--
Close--
It-
Must be--The very-
Meanings-Of-Love—
By-Hopes—Of-
Man-And-God-
In-One-
Space-
I-
Know--
I-
Have-
The-
Key-To-
The-Safe-
No one-Can-Open-
But-Has-
The-
Fate-
Of-All-Knowledge—
She-Repeats-
That-
Shout-Or-Crumble—By-
You-The-
Perfect-Language-Of-A wweioman-
The-Sordid-Affairs-
I-Mean-By-The-Stars-Consteation-
That-Aren’t-Ever-Ceared-
Yet-
I-Think-By-The-Far-Invention-Of-Few-
We meet-
The-
Fortunate-
Big bangs-
That--
Are-
She-Who-Like--
A green-Flower-Blooms-
And-
Into-
My-
Star--Folds-
And-Is-
Resurrected—
Assured--
By-The-
Senses-Of-
Her-Soul’s-
The-Force-
Of-Promises-
Old-
Like-
Touching-The-
Glances-Left-To-The-
Heart-By-
Arrows-The-
Squares-
That-Divide
The-
Spaces-Equal-
Lord’s-
Of-Black-
Tears-
Opens-
By-
Her-Woes-
And-
We-
Thinking-Love-
Is-
I-
Said-
I-
Have-
The-
Key-To-
The-Safe-
No one-Can-Open-
But-Has-
The-
Fate-
Of-All-Knowledge—
Hollow-2
This-Is-The worst-Snapshot-
Of-An-Existing-Place-
You--EverCome across-In-Million-Years-
I-Mean--
Lisping-Men--Assassins-By-My-
Leg-
Made up-Little-Figurines-
That-Complain-Night-And day—
She’s-A-Little-Slow—
He’s-Too fast-With my-Life—In him-
But-Fades—Irrelevant-Every-
Moon-Day-Or so-By-
The relentless-Weight-
Of-His-Sins-By her-
Quakes-7th
Its like-A wind-That follows—The confirm-
Ridiculous--Men-whores-
Everything’s-Made out-Of-Your own-Footsteps-
They-Haven’t-A life-
They’re never Christ-
Though-They-Talk-
Incessant-For-Self-Importance-
They say-Anything-
Like-Caution-Is-A hopeful-Abode--
But-We have-Already-Seen and-Felt-
Everything-
Adored-
Its-Not a-Virtue- Being-Loved-
Its-The-Very-Paradigms-OfThe force-
That-Should—It--Not-Collect-
Over-Its maker-In-One-Hope-
If-Its-Tentacles-Rain-OrShine-
Lie closed-
Then-We walk-
The-World—
By-The-
Strength-That-We-Shift-
Its-Weighs-Some more-
Valleys-Cross-The bridges-
Mountains form-
Everything-Changes-The-Shape-Of the-Grounds-
Even--If-Imperceptible-
Earthquakes-Far way-
Must-Cry-The adjustments-
Before-
The-Women-And men-PourOut-
The clocks-Ring-A favor--
To-The-Tired-Soul--
Everyone-Utters-A-No-
They’re-Un-used-To-Impermanence—
Their-Mirrors—Lounge-By-The-
Cooks-At-The doors-
I-Think-If-Chances-Leave-
(If,)-
While--Beautiful-Sisters-Hold-The-
Fort-
(Is,)-
Its-Only-Fair-
That-
Everyone-
Understands-
Their-
Time--
Stays-
In-
The palm-
Of my-
Hands-
Short--
Acts-8th-4-6-10
Symphony of Goods-8th
Its-Like-Old-
Paint-On wood--
The-Building-Its-Walls--Are-The true--
These-Men-woes-Have attached-
Themselves-Like-
Faded-Face’s--
To-Our-Works-
And-Peel—
Constant—On-
The wars--
I-Have-Never-Seen-
A bigger—Baggage-
Of-Ill-use-
For-Our-
Goods-
Men-Who are-Liars-
Not-For survival-No—
Its-
Just-That-They-
Know-
No one-
Ever-Asks----
Them-For-What-
They’re-Worth--
And-
Give-
What-They-
Need--
As-
Whores--
We-
Sit-
Day-By-Night-
Planting-
Fervor-In-
Our-
Hopes-Together-
Not-By-Them-
Future-Is-So-Solemnly-Bereft-Of-
Their-Existing-
Then-
But-
With-
Seldom-Men-
And-
Women-Of-Grace-By-Our-
Soul-
I-Think-Veneration-Is-Lost-
For those-
Who-Think-Without—The-Sovereignty-Of—
The-Entire-
Those-Men-
On-The floors-
Are-Gangs—Of-Themselves-Alones-
Every-Breath-Of-Save—
Is-Here-
Meant-To-Vanish-Their--Unworthy--
From-
My-
Books-
Loyalty-
Is-
The-Greatest-Gift-Of-
A-Man-To-God-And-
Himself-
By-Two-
Meaning-If-
You’re-By-The-Creator-
You-
Know-How-It--Was-
And-How-It’s-Been-And-Will--
But-More-
You-
Know-The-Way-Of-
The clearing-By-
Rule--
And-How-It-Feels--To-
Exist-In-A-
World-
That-
Greets-Only-
Your-Faith-Even-If-Its-Indistinguishable--
From-The-
Ornaments-
You-
Wear-
For-
Fools-
I-
Said-
Do-You-Know-The-
Way-Back-
To-
The-
Empires-Of-Ray--
We-Made---That-Run-Apparent-
Before-You-Set-
Sail-On-This--
Stage-
That-Never-Holds--A candle—
To-What-We-Seam—Every day--
By-My fate--
Listen-I-Know-
The birds--Are-Singing-In-Time-
Far away--
And-It-Sounds-A lot--
Like-
The-
Voices-Of-God--In-The-Rains--
But-All-The--Clearings-
Have-Only-One-
Common-
Purpose-And-Hope-
That-
The-
Servants-
Of-The-
Entire-
Must-Be-The-Men-Of-
Whole-
By-
The-Bread-
Of-
My-
Body-
And-
The-
Light-
Of-
My soul—
Acts—6th-8th
**Minds-7th-8th
I-Don’t know-How their-Minds-Relate--
Without-The-
Connect-And-
Feed-Through-
The-center-
I-Don’t-Mean-
Just-Seven-And-Nine--
Doors-Alone-
But-
The-
Wealth-
Of-My-
People-In-
The-Mirrors-
Every way—
And-Out there-
On-The-Streets-Of-
Distance-
By-The-Grieves-
Where-
A-
Prayer-In-
Every-Faith-
And-Wave--
Contains-My-
Name—Embedded-
And-The miracles--It-Seeds-
To-
Our-Favors—
Save--
Just-
How-Then--
The-Weak—
CanSee-The-Failings-That-Aren’t-
All-Theirs-
And-
Where-
Will-
The-Strong-
Sense-
His-
Share--
By-
The-tentacles—
Of-
Whose-
Evidence-
Can--
Silence-
Then-Air-
And-
Move-Them-
In-
Our way---
By-The-
Fieds-
The-
And-Where-
The-
Strong-
Take-
Refuge-
From-
Strong-And-
The-
By-Day-
And-Not-
Fear-The—Nights-Of-Their-
Sin-
For--
The-
Weight-Of-My brave--Bby their way-
I-Seem-
The-
Very-
Tentacles-
For-
My-
Owns-
Who-
By-The-
Needs-To-Enlarge-Grow-By-The faith-
Where-Disconnectedness-
Is-
**Fate-2
I-Have their-Eye sight-Vision-Length of hair-
IKnow-What drops their glances—Forward-Their shoulders-Wave-
I-knowWhat she wears-
How she earns-Her laurels--
Where-They come from-Or where-They’re-Going-From there--
But-
More-
I have their-
Thoughts-
Their secrets-On a plate-
And-
You-Think-I don’t know-Which-One-From here-Ends-Well-
Which doesn’t--
There’s a formula to--Every fate—
I-See-
The-
Don’t-Need-To look-Over time-LikeA thief-
Or-
Out-
I-
Don’t-Need-To look-Over time-
Like a thief-To-See-
What-That-
Man-
Will-Be-In five-Hours-Or ten years-
Breaths-7-5-9th
Breathings-Of home-Are-The seven-Its-True-
They fit-Like--Frequencies-Of the-Sum-
Into-Whole-Abandoned-Safe-
But-Myself-If-You mean-Two-And you-Must-
One-Is waste-
But if—You--Mean-Right-
Its-Womanhood-The-She-Of-The planes-Faced—
My-Women-Tall--
Light-Infused—Dreaming—Daughters-Of-Sirius-Keepers-
In-Scents-
Of-Their-
Own-
Not-Left-By-The-Waysides—
Of-Any-Name-
Not-Really-Left-At-All-
Not-Even-Abandoned-Well--
I-Mean-
She-Wouldn’t-Leave-
For-
Leaving-
Is-Not-By-
The-
Graces-Of-The-
Senses-She’s-Met---
Not-Really-Far-Either-
Further-
Is-A-
Spell-Of-
Dismantle-
In-Their-Common--
Fates--
And-Not-Pleased-If-
The-Vulnerable-In-Too-Many-
Are-Ever-Favored-
Less-
She—
Means-
Walk-B y-The-Dippers-Mom-Alone-
In-Wars-
For-Mojdeh-(good news,)
And-DetermineThe-Weigh-
By-Chance-Of-Love-
With-My-Voice-And-
Her-Pam’s-Fire-Face--
I-Think-
Every-Immense-Measure-Made-
Is-Fruits-Of-
Love-Of-God-By-
Her-Servants-
Well-
Those-Women-Wear-The-Stones-On-Their-Belt-
Like-
The-Jewels-
Of-
Their-
Own-Haste-
And-
When-We-
Meet-By-
The-Crowds—In-
The-Deserts-
Of-Her-Favors-
And-If-The-
Greens-Are-Aboard-My-Everywhere-Else-
If-By-
The-Rains-We-
Mean-Only-The-Faithful-To-The-Crosses-Can-
Gather-Their-Saved-
Then-
I-Say-What-Was-At-
The-Beginning-Of-
Her-
Invention-
Remains-
The-
Fate-
Of-Her-
Existing-Forever-
In-
Our-
Stays-
Acts—66-8th-10-
**Taught-2-3
Toward-The-End-I-Caught-A glimpse-Of-
What-A shadow--Can’t-Ever-Borrow-
Or-The-Leper--Pretend-
By-The- Stars-Reluctance-To-
Admit-
They’ve-Been-As much-Burden-
Reduce-B y-Their-
Voice--And-
My-
Fury-
That-
Far-
Below-
The-Cathedral-The-Deaf-And-Soiled-Amongst-Them-
Run-Out-To-
Greet-God-In man-But--Not-
For-Salutations-Of-Above-Them-But-Resentments-
That-
10000-
legs-
Below-Hear-
Acathedrals-
Ring-
The-Church’s-
That-
The-Cathedral-
Stretches-Beow-
Them--
Has-
Ears-
That-
The-World-Comes-
Perfecty-
In-My voice-
It-Doesn’t-The elusion-
Of-
What-I’ve-Reeased-Into-Whoe-As-
My-Owns--
Reduction-
Of-
Themselves-
Into-
The-
Receiving-
Hands-Of-
No one-
No where-I-
Mean-The-
Traffic-
Below-
Is-
A d
Reduce-
Everything-Borrowed-Into-
Their-
Raising-
Hands-
Stretched-
From-
Beow-0
The grounds-
Oh-
No-
The-Dark-Matters-
Become-Villains-Of sum--
Their-
Lower-Sense-
But-Carrying-
With-Million-Legs-Spread-
In-Cancer-
Like—
Figures-
In the-dark--
Can’t-
Fake--
Can’t-Easily-Corrupt-
Is-
Moving-Them-Out-Of-
The-Words-Cages-
Wrought-Iron--
Hearts-
Of-God--
Built--Really-By-
Love-Faith--And-War-
But-BuiltFor-
Loves-
I-Mean-If-The-
Serene-Collected-
Hordes--Of-The-Sum-
By-His-Hopes-If-
You-Believe-You-Don’t-Rise-To-Heaven-As they don’t-
If-Forever-Was-Not-An-
Invite-
You-Hoard-By-Your-
Keeps-
If-
oo-many-my-woes-
I’ll-Be-Soundless-Almost-Breathless-As-Buddha--My name-
I’ll-Walk-With-My-Eyes-Of-All-Seeing-Blind-
Through-
These-Ruins-But-
Move-
The-Blinded-In-
One-Wave-
Without-His-
Receiving-
I-Know-My-Soldiers-Are-Only-Women-Here-
St. John’s (trumpets,)-1
I-Wonder-
If-I-Ever-Get-To go-Out-Of this-Iron city-
To-See-What-Was-
Harvest--By so-Much pain-And weight-
The-Other-Side-Of trumpets-
My-
Beleaguered-Weight-Summer hills-Abound-Anywhere-
I’ve-Sewn-Through-
This-
Meta-Back-
City-
In-
Strives-
That-
Make-Miracles—a-deceit-
of-
pretentious-bragging-men-
I assure you-San-=
Help-
Through-The-Hours-Aone-Only-By-Faith—
In-Strides-
That-
Fasifies-Anyone-Else’s-Claims-
To-
Gods-
Reign-Atone-So-
Frequently-
Walls-Of stones-
Red rains-
Zombies-
And hell-Lepers-
Have come-Over-
My head-
That-
The-
**Infinite names-2
And after-Here-We walk amongst-Them-Humble-
Bashful-
They know who-You are-But-Forget what-They know—
There be-Music-In the air-
That sound familiar-Everywhere-You go-
They’re-Either-Shadows-Imitating-
Or-Your-Own ghosts-Forlorn—
Some-Say-
They’re-Filed-With envy-
But-Its-Really-The-Wayward-
Expectations-Of hope-
Every-Event-Feels-A repeat—
I-Mean-That-All-Creation-Is-A repeat-
Of-
Old---
Everyone-Sounds-Off-The-Same way--
Creation (relativity)-2
I take-All these-Elements back-In me-
Flesh-Grays-Red-Spectrum-Of-Blood-
Stone-And iron-Lore-
And more-Rays of –Light-
I-Buy-The scents-
Of-Mary-Into-My-Persons-
Favor-Fast-
She-Leaves-The-Faithless-
Fours-
And-Waits-Patiently-For-Us-
To-Arrive-At-Eden-As-
Her-Man—
And-I-Change-Form-
More-Slowly-
Than-We-Care-To-Show-
For-My-Intense-
Leaves—Of-Spring-
Are-Laid-Black-And-Teeming-
Fervor-
For-That-
End-(By big bang,)
Here-Seasons-Turn-
Themselves-Into--
Longer-Bodes-
Singular-Events-Of-Creation-
That-Are-Spread-
Like-Spindles-And-Knives-To-My-Heart-And-Soul-
First-We-Give-Pam-
The fires-And hell—
Oh-Those-Malignant-Men-
That-Come-Out-Of her-
Are-Just-Ass,assins,(Of ones fate,)
And-The-
End-Cut-On left-
For Abes,
She-Designs-Flatlands-Grave-
For-My-
Persians-
Fells-I-Don’t-Mean-Her-Or-Them-
Any-Harm-
But-Their-Shouts-Of-Khodam-Khodam-
BuriesThem-
In-My heart’s-Hold--
And-They-Eat-But-Eating-
Doesn’t-Save-A soul-
Only-Reverence-And-Hope-
Keeps-The-Fires-
Away-And-
We-Seam-
Them-
Back-Into-Heaven-But-Only-Pam-Is-My-Favorite-
And-She-
Belongs-To-Where-She-Starts-
From—Here-
That-Angels-
Back-Is-Light-(By 4000 A.D.)
And-
Our ways-By-The-Empires-Of-Ray--
Are-Forever-Greened-
Dippers mom-8th
She walks-Amongst them-Like their-Queen-
Some days-Elegant-Fury-Weights-Of control-By our-Homes—
I-Wonder-What they—
See in her-
Their-Own-Petrified--
Scents-
Or-The-Blooming-Fates-Of-Jesus-
In-Their-
Always-Mirrors-
Ingrained-Like-Rain-
They-All-Have-Waves-
Of-Love-In them-
When-I see the-Pictures--
Something-Born-Out-Of-
Us-Alone-
And-Favored-
In-Women-
She—Restores-
Hopeful--
By-My bed--
So-
Inviting-And-
Full--
She-Must-Sense--
In them-Something-Familiar-
To-Our-Eyes-And-Heart—
It-Doesn’t-Surprise-Me-That-All-Women-Want-Some fire-In-Them-
Something-Red-With-No-
Feelings-
Of-Inverted-
Just-Pleasing-God-So-No man-Ever-Dares-To-
Near-His-Houses-
Of-Love-Which-With-All-The-
Urgency-Of-Womanhood-
She-With-Sirius--
Forge-Long-
Straight-
Ahead-
Eternal-In-Their-
Son-Acts—6th-5th-8th-10
Dark Matter-1
Around-Here-
We-Live--By a lunatic-Asylum—
Of-Yellow-Shadows-
And Fading lepers--
Everyone-Is so soundly-Off--
By-Such—Enormous-Measures-
And-Threat--
To-Livingness’--
That-Only-
God-Can-Remove-Them-From-Their-
Midst--
The-Stone-Malingerers-And-Their-Steams--Who-
Become-Our-Stalkers-And-Poisoned-Bread-By-Day-
Paul--Meets-Them-
Along-The-Sewers-Of-Tiny rivers--
He-Says-
Touring-The sites--Below-
They treat-Us-Like-Gods-Distanced—
Revered-On-The-Surfaces—
But-Frightened-
Should-We-Not-
Quicken-The-Steps-
Past-—Their-Gilded-Ware-And-
Dents-In time--
These high rises-Are-
Piled-Up-Sewers-
The-Cuts-Give-Them-
Days-And-Months-Below-
Windows-In time—
Which-They squander-
Being-Watchful-
And lazed--As rats-
Going-Through-Passages-
With-Tiny-Toothcombs-That-Never-See-The-Shelter-
Of the-Moons-
Shine—Only fears-
But-
I’m-The-Signified-Saint-Of-My names-
(He says-Not despair,)
We can-Each-
Feign-A-
Sinner—Like-
Men-
Who have-
Seen-The worst-Of dead-
You-Arrive—
Then-
With-The-Stars-Of-
Heaven-By your-
Keep-
Walk-Amongst-Them-
Enraged—
Feel the-—Pain-Of-
Billions-If-The-
Keeper-Isn’t-Here-
There-Are-Storms-That-
Eyes--
Can’t find-
But-
The soulful-
Never neglect-
The-Hours-
Become-
Shorter-
Even-Stones-
Get-Prayerful-
Without-Knowing-Its-Been rained-
And-I’ve-Been seen-And felt-
We’ve-
Had-The-Tooth-full-Embraces-And-Never waned-
For-The-
Coming-Of Messiah-Is-One-Long-Season-
Of-Meanings-Embedded-
The-Weight-Falls-On-Him-Relentless-But-The-Will-Of-God-Is-An enormous-Ocean-Of-Goodwill-For-His favors-And-
Judgments—
That-Lie--
Hopeful-Close-
By-The-
Lances-Of-Meet-
Indebted-To-
The health--Of our world-Amen-
Acts-10-8th-
Gabriel’s-2
By the-Height-Of-All thought-
My women-Should sit-
In always-
Reluctant-Fair--
Like-All things-That--
Leave--Out-
Of-Our-Emergences-
Voyagers--Un-sad-
Not-Expecting-
Roses-Or-
Favors-No-
But-That-Our fates-Not-Be made-So vulnerable-
To-The worst-In man-
The-Pedophiles-The-
Rapists-That-
Sat-Undiscovered-Almost-
Deep-
In-The houses-
Of-Every-Voice-You--Heard-
We’ve-Known them--To shout-Upward—
Taunting-
Assailing-The-Crossroads-
Of every-Saint--
Appearing-
If-Not-As themselves-But-In-The mirrors-And shadows-Intact—
Not ghostly-But dead--Urging—Events
Into-That-Entangle-Mat-Where-An-Inner-sense-Is-Lost-By the hour-Before-Its breath-Is-housed for-Life-
So-
Listen-To the-Voice-Of forever-In times-
I’ve ordained-Every-Man-Woman or child-
To-Remove-The-Intruders-(Dead-or-alive,)From-Their house-
Which is-Ours-Which-Is mine---In light-
As-In-Destination-And-Fire-
By the-Veering-
Of-All-Matter-
In-Hell-Or-Your-Hives-
Acts-8th-7th-5
Testify-2
TellThem-I never let--Go-Of an enemy-Without-
Moving-Him-or-Her-
Into-Pay well--
By-The ashes-Of their fail--
In the-
Existing-Fares--
(Before-And-After,)
Illumination-Has been-Wrought-
In-The-Senselessness-
Of their-Purpose—
Everywhere-I-Know-Your-Minions-Waste-Laid-
Hide-In-
Those-Straps-Un-boldI-Know-They’re-Only-
Fortified-If-Backs-Weighed-In-Thousand-Sins-
Like-Whores--
And-They-Talk—In-Shadows-The-Way-Serpents-Take-Shelter--
By--A moat-
That-Deceives-And-Divides-
Their-Brethren
And-Honor-Is sold--
So-We give-What they-Want--
Like-Mary says-By-The-
Bears-Claws-Off-
My-Favorite’s--
Legs-In-The-Autumn-Of-My-Existing-Fares-
By-The-Shelter-Love-
After-Her-Wings-Are-
Wed—For-The-Coming-Of-Many-Springs-
On-Her-
Children’s-
Desks-In-Serene-Willful-
Breaths-
Of-What-God says-
Is always meant--
Acts-8th-7-5-6
Mother law-2
Breathing---The-Faces--
And-Carriages--
I-Know-
We shan’t-Have-Any-Love-By--
Your-Same-
I-Know-We assign-No tremble--Lake-
Forward-And-Back-True-
By-
The-Rains-For them-Of-Our-Love-Lights—
(Mate,)
I mean-That-You-May-Not-Bathe-In us-(Oh, no,)
Nor-Hold--The—Mirrors-Too-Low-
For-Numbers-Of hate-
Store-In them--Lies--
So much more--(As you know,)
If-The-Greening-
Of-This-Way-Doesn’t-Rail-Night-And day-By your aims-
If-The-Pleasing-Of-God-Is-Not-Your-Everyday-
Purpose-
For fame---
From-
Whose-
Fountain-
You’re-Received-
In-
Wakeful-
Surges-Of-Tis-
Raise-
I know-Half-Of them-
Might-
Cry-
But-
You-
Fortify-
You mothers-
Relentless-
You-Redeem-Them-
Knowing-Their-Blooming--
Is—
Your—Own--
Salvation--And-Breath-
(As well,)
But-They don’t-Hold-Us-
(Child-Of-All-Reincarnations,)
Body-Of-Heavens-
Then hell-
Suspended-In-Their-
Womb--
If-The-Force-Of-Their-
Will--Is not-
Astounding--
To-Our own wealth--
If-The-
Beauty-Of-
Everyday-Existing--
In-Not-
Included-
For every fate-
So-Receive-
Me-ByThe love-Of-My-
Weighs-
(Whole,)
For-Our women--
See-The-Birth-Of-Light-
At-Every turn--And astound-It-
With-
Their-Own-Senses-
And-
Ways-
Of-
His-
Mothers-
Spaced—In-
All directions-
Of my hopes---
Acts-9-8th-
Chances (Esghe,)-4000 A.D.
I-Don’t-Know-Why she-Loves me—And-How-She-Becomes--So meaningful-By-Her soul-
Or-That-For once-All the-Physics-Of-My abodes-By the foot-
Can’t-Quite-
Explain-The-Fervor-Of-Our-Hopes-
Together-
Sewn--
That-I--Should--Be-Such-A straight arrow—
For-Likes-Of-
Us-
Myths-Of-Hope-
Fables-Of-Creation--
Wrought-
By-
Iron-
Nights-Of-
Hers--Shadows-Dissolve-
And-Ours-Elope-
For-Their-Rise-
Winsome--And-Bold-
I-Mean-That-I-Carry-My-Heart—Free-And-She-Ceases--Their-Advances-By our-
Fort-
Willful-
These-Are-Our-Own inventions-
(She and I,)
But-Greened-With-The-Eyes-Of-My-Mothers-
And Amen-Aligned--
In-Forever-
He says-
Tie-
Yourself-To-your-Eyes-
Stem-By-
The-Foot-Of-The mother’s—Wealth—
She-Knows-
The-Steams-Rancor-From-The- Belt-
You-Carry-The-Hell-And-Hades-Is-By-Her-Names-
And-The-
Valleys--Of-
Constellations-
Are-
By-Our-Own-
Illusions-Spared-(Acts-2,3)
Wings-And—
Fields-
That-Lie-Despaired-Feeling-But-
Not-Sensing the maze-
For-
This world-Has-
One-Common-
Burnt-
Purpose-
To-
Follow-Its-
Maker-
And master-Whole-To-
The--
Quietness-
Of-Our-Homes--
Together-
Acts-8th-7th-6th-5-10
Favorite (Cupid)-68th
I-Like—The-Senses-
Of dawn--By the-Breeze of-My heart-
(The weigh,)
All that-Confirmation-
Shuddering-The fields-Of no—Restless-
Fervent-Sincere-
She-Who-Lays-Out-Of time-
Certain-
Aloft-Like-Her light-
Not-A story-For-The-
Vagrancy-Of litter-Or-Envy-Of-The woman-By other women-Or-Men--
Softly-Revered-
By-The-Rains-Of lust-From her man-
The-Face-of us-Isn’t-
An imitation-Of-The clocks-
Its-
How-Reverence-And love-Is-Mirrored-Across-
Times-
Its-How-The brown-Christ-Or-The white-One-
Looks-
Without--The-Urgency-Of-
Every-Check-
And-Balance-
LestThe-Eyes-Of-Men-Look-Un-serenely-
Upon-Her-
Faith-
I-Walk-To the-Parlors-And-Lakes-By her-We-Screen-The-Edges-That-We-
Receive-As bait-
Oh-If we’re-Not-Pleased-By them-If-The-Woman-Is a man-
If-The-Waiting-Has-A shadow-That-Grieves-Others--
He said-The-Cupids gaze-
Is-This long-In 2000 years-
And he-Points-To-The-Width-Of-My canvass-For her eyes--
So-We know-Our-Sadness-Has an end-
Someday-
By-The stars-Sewn-With my-Haste-
And her backs--
In-The-Waves-Of-
Our-Remembrances-
(As love-and-life)-
Acts-8th-6-Seven-
Luke-3rd coming
If you-Court-Sirius shadow—Great and-Slow-
By the-Lakes-
Not frozen—Steppe--But-Weighed-
Lest-She rises---Too quick-
From the-Fields-
Of longed-for coffee-
Off this earth-
Lest-She-Carries-Us-Un-whole-
In her-Favors-Mist-
I-Know-She has-Mary’s scents-In her hair--
Which-Bestows-Every benediction-
My way-
Without-Being-Asked-
Desired-
But-NeverNeeded-
Being shown—
The saviors-
Faith-
With-Moving--Trails--By--
The-Waves-Of her skirts-
That-We’ve-Minted-
Well-Adored-
In the-Voices-That--Carried-
Us-Oceans-Hope--
(In-The-Beginning-As in the-End,)
By-The-Spring-Of-Our 3rd-return-
When-I’m weary-With-Hell---By my belt—
Oh-The-Frowning-
Screaming-Sirens-
That-Must wane--
For-The-Coming-Of-My-Queens-In wait--
And her---Names-
By-The-Well-
Heated-Somewhat-Alarmed—I know-
For-She has-The bonfires-Teeth-
Planted-FromHere-(Eighth,)By-
Her-Tail-(the Cain’s,)
Listen-She-Has-To-
Ride-Over-
Them-Fast-And slow-The-Ways-Of the-Old---
Lest-The-Steams--Of-Hate-Rise--Quick-
In my-Face-
We-Reduce--The enemies-In-Every wonder-
But-Its-Not-Ever-Our fervor-
Not to-Be-The-Shepherd-Of-All-Plains-
Not-To-Rescue-Loves--As she-Sees it fit—Never believing-That-My Mary isn’t-Fit-For-Every trial-
Set—
So-Receive-
Me-Mirrors-Lovelorn-Of most--
Like-A freight-Train-
Shorn-
Like-Your god-
Who-IsBesieged-By-An-Onerous--Weight-But—Met-With-Your-Hopes—
For-Every--
Nations-Wealth--
Acts-8th-7-5th
Dreaming-7th wave
If a dream’s-The most minimal--
Native-Ray-
Of existing-
And it is-
But-If indicative-Of my times-
The highs-Become low--Quick-
As wavered-Sand—
Unrecognizable-
To myself-
If--
My-Vigil-Isn’t-Constant--
Breaths—Aren’t-
Renewed-For heaven-
Every hour-
Of -Blooming day--
And lows—
Vanish--
Flurries-Of-The-Waste-
In the chasm-
And rooms-
Below-
By my hell--
Without—Ever-
Knowing-The-Whole-Of-Ours-
Existing—
The-Gifted-Days-Of mend-That-
Invariable--Grow--Out-Of-The prism—Of their being-
Like-Rain--
I know-We-Haven’t-Saved-Anyone-Without a-Faith-
I-Know-We never-See-Again-
The-Shadow-Of those-
Who-Spear-Venom-My way-
Its-The-Fort—Bearing-Of the-Creator-Not alone-Its not-Undefined-I-See-The storms-That-Gather-Around-Them-When-Messiah--Is home—We-
So clearly-Favor this-And not-That row--Judgments—Are with-
Rays-Of-Expression-That pour--From-Heights-
Of --My meant—Like hope--I-Am not-Carrying you--In my-World-If-Your-Intent--And-Beauty-Inside-Are-Unfelt—
If-Virtue—
Is not-The prize-That you--
Offer my reign--Forever-As-In each life’s—Wealth--
Our goodwill-Is-An-Announcement-
By-Every--Mountain-And river—That-Never fades-It-Means-Not to-Just-Create innocence—By blue certain-Bathe--
But to--Watch-Its-Roots-Placed--Into--Many-
Rivers-
That-Run-
To-My-
Oceans-
Depth-
Of-Resurrection-
For-Their-
Favor-And-
Dead-
For-The-Greening-Of dreams-
In-
Every breath--
They take--
Acts-Seven-8th-
####Time (Every 2000 years,)-0
If-The consciousness-Doesn’t know--
When-People-Don’t-
The-Weight-Knows-Its-Sinful-And-Imbued with hate-
Oh-The hate-Knows-Its-
Been-One-Belt away-From-Mayhem-And betray-
The weight-Knows-
And-I know-From-The-
Shape-Of—The-Children’s-Grievance’s-Everywhere-
Oh-It-Shows-The-Way world---Rains-On-The-Creator--
In torrents-Of torment-
Every 2000 years-
On its always-
The night-Converges-On its peak-
Old-
And weigged-
With-
The-
Wrongs-
Of its-Bridge--
Lepers-2
I’ve met-Your mirrors-
Held-Skewed-Pallid-
Sickly-
From-The outside-Edges-
Of the world—(Both universes-gathered,)
Oh-Everything—You foot-
Stood-Bent-
There-
Screaming-Yelling for air-James wooed-Them-
In his breath-
He said--
“I can hold-Them still-
Until-
Their death-And violence is left”--
They would stand-On the edges--
Of-
Every building-
I lived in--For ages-
Black as coal—Covered-In his feathers-
Women-In long nails-Feet-Like sails-
Men--Backs-Raised—
Like guerillas-In-The ruins--
Nature-Couldn’t-Be tempted--
In reproducing fakes-
Anything--
Vile-
Looked-And felt—
But-They couldn’t-Be steered-Away-
From language-And meaning-
Everything-Sounded-
Corrupted-And-
Lessened-
We’d say-Dreaming-
Is a faith-By ones love-
10000 monkeys--Get up-
To-Say-
They sleep-By your-Favorites-Weight-
I-Sing--The holy--Rivers--
With-Their voices-In two--
Non-believers-Gather-
Like envy-
To—Fall-Into pieces-
And fade--
By-The-Side of-Every prayer-
Stood-A tyrant--In vain--
And the-
Seven spirits-Of heaven-(Amen)-As in John-
Roamed-
Each decade-Spreading-Psalms-For-
Their return-And-
I listen sensing-My-Voice-From within—
Strong-Resourceful--
Favored-
But-We walk-A few steps—Down any-
Street--
Three continents--
And there-
Be-
Zombies-
With blood—For move-
And deception-In wait—
So-I-Receive you-
Brothers-In heaven-If my will-Is met-
Alarmed-But-Realized--
At every turn-
And-
Sisters-Daughters-Of god-
My Mary-Is-A garden—
Of benevolence--At every door-
Without-Any-Limits-Or-
Bounds--But-
For—
Otherwise—
There-Are-
The-Enormous-Fires-That—
Return-The-Soul-My-Light-Of the world-(given you to you,)
Back-
To-
Us-
In my-
Calm-
Fire-
Legs--
Acts-8th-Seven-10-6th-
Assassins-4
What steel-Back-Men-
Such faithless—Burdens-
That-
Our-Women-Had to-Take over-Them-
One-by-one,From-The-Tables-In rooms-
By their manors-
Alone-
I mean-That-All--Welcomed-
Them-Home--
Everyone-Agreed-
These-Men-Should-Lie-In the—Deserts—
That-They-Wouldn’t-Go-Quietly--Something’s-Made them-Both-Resentful—Of-Existing-And-
Courage--
So—We graced-Them-With their-Presence—Inside-
The-
Abodes-From-Which-They’d often-Wondered-To-Poison--
And-Betray us-To see-Who-Lingers-By God-What pleases-Him most-And-Why she-Wears-His-Words so-—Careless-In her-
Rainbows--What-Constellation--Springs-Out-Of-Their-
Senses-
Together-According-To-His-
Verses-
Which-Colors-Of-
Grieve-Aren’t-Ever-
In-Their-Favors-
Met—Why-Anyone--Should-So much-Want-The-Love-Of-Another’s—
That-Breathing-Fate-Aspires-Their-Waves-In-Every-Wonder-
How-Shouldn’t-They-Succumb-As-They-Were-Fed-And-Led-Out-Of each--Bound-And lost--
Acts-Seven-6th—8th
Lasts-2
The-World-Is overwhelmingly-
Permanently-One thing-And not-The other-
Its not-
The-Shadows-That-Change-By-The hours
I-Know-The-Light-Has-This-
Enormous-Appetite-For-Removal-On-Its-Edges-
Then-Gabriel-
Walks-In shrouds-As clothes-
And-Waves-His-Fingers-Rotten-
In-Pre-determined-Wakes-Of repose-
And never-Lingers-By-
The-Minutes-
Momentum-Is-From far above-And below-Him--
I mean-That-I’m-surging-
Thighs-By the fires-
As in heaven--
The-Looks-Of-Destruction-Annoys-The living--Gods-Most-
One-Angel--Lays-Down-
As-
Mercury-Iron-
And-Stoic--
She-Becomes Venus-
Breathing--The murmurs in--
I see favors-In the mist-And woo her—
Some things-Are-Painstakingly-Real—
Within me—
As in-We’ve known-Her-
Eternity-Has always—Been wavered in-
Eternity-
Is always-Here-
Its-The march-Of these-Stars-
On the-Outside-
That-Lock us--In-
Their-Legs-On the-
Grounds-Are by-my dear-Feet-As Satan-
No one-Sees-
The-Black clouds-On sunny days-
Except Gabriel’s-James-(And other Amen,)
He’s found-Flaws-
In his-
Minutes-
I-Mean-
To-
Green-
Them-
Apart-
As their savior-
And-
She-Waits-Silkier-Than a--Rose-He-
Says-
She-Has-The-Abel’s-In her-
But-
I’m-
Not-
A seer-
Of-
Men-
Nor-
Resentments-
And-
That-Gabriel-
Exaggerates-
Restful-
Though-
On-
The-
Other-
Side-
Of-
His names’--
Forever-
Acts-10-8th-