to this little house of mud
my broken bones fall
in love i trust
so i let go
to this little house of mud
my broken bones fall
in love i trust
so i let go
I don’t really have one, but I do respond to Grady at times.
I get up and pace.
It depends who im with. im a better listener.
Untimely death.
Bullies.
In the morning when i get ready for work.
That i could float and talk to animals. Now, i talk to floating animals.
Chocolate and peanut butter.
Im an anxious person, folks usually calm me down, so everyone i know is kind.
Daily and world events, arts section, funnies.
Lizards.
Ive learned to choose my battles. Life is too short.
That im not normal.
Where are you from?
Liver.
A mix of both. i love to meet new people and hear their story. im kinda of a free spirit.
Duuuude! For boys and girls alike.
LA of course. It was Bukowski’s home and mines too. i love Frisco too, lots of great memories and love when i lived there.
Jackson, yes, Jackson. I love Johnny and June’s song.
i called in “sick” last week, but i really just wanted to sleep in.
Planet, i might be able to find three life saving cures there.
Making people laugh.
i gotta relieve myself…
To Love Somebody, Nina Simone’s version.
Homeless neighbor: Kind, Intelligent, Free-Thinker, Wise and Emotionally Strong
Cleopatra. How hard was it to be you?
If Jane Birkin and Angelina Jolie had a baby, the baby would look like me, but in a non-Hollywood way.
That you are worthy of all the blessings in the world.
i wear my sin like a diamond
please forgive me Son of Man
my soul is running away from me
my spirit has leapt off and is far far away
i wear my sin like a diamond
forgive me
the maggot in the wound brings clarity
at times
frail in discontentment
the argument is lost
i wore my sin like a diamond
as You hung by Your bones
against the cross
the die is in my pocket
my life the corner
where it rolled
i wear my sin like a diamond
my spear in my side
too close to close
forgive me Father
in words that are so true
i roll and roll
the eyes of snakes
i wear my sin like a diamond
i think you are
wrong to stand in my
way. you seek to
destroy all that
is left in my brain.
i did kill a man
with blows from my hand.
fiercely to his bones
i ploughed.
i
ripped out his
soul and threw it away
in a tin not too much
unlike you. i own this
nirvana of concrete and pain.
i
watch all the sinners and i watch
all the saints on my
circadian treks. i am not lonely
in spite of my face for look
to my right there is my race.
unbeknown to them yet though
here i stand. they are nearing
the end of the bind.
soon
i will
usher them to this abysmal entry.
where your soul goes
and
the killing continues with the will
of their hand.
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Today’s Prompt: Use the phrase Where your soul goes
assenting that
i am
still alive
after being
extracted out
of my
mother’s birth
canal with
pincers and
still incomplete
nothing else
startles me
the round drop
rolls down a breeze of air slips by
the world ends and begins again
on the edge of the sun
my lover is fast
manipulative
expensive
mean-
but when my lover is in my bed
my lover has an addicting sweetness
filling the worm holes in my soul
with the light of the stars
under God’s feet
my lover curls my toes with delight
my lover licks and suckles universes
in and out of my body and mind
i never knew existed
my lover’s almost vapory fingers
massage me
penetrate me
in luscious blinding ecstasy
swirling my very breath
in orgasmic space travel
past the Nebulae
that are yet to come
i simply believed
that i loved my lover more than anything, ever
that the continents could fall below me
that Satan himself could drag me
into the molten pits of Hell by my guts
i didn’t care as long as my lover was there with me
on my arm
or at least have my lover close enough
where i could sniff their tarty scent
they got under my skin
i lost control of myself
i lost the life
that i would like to have gotten accustomed to-
and i almost lost my soul, forever
today i open my eyes and rise to another day. it’s a special day and i am grateful. so many hours, so many days have come and gone. i am grateful for that too. for in that time frame i have become a little wiser or at least better able to survive. i worry that in the process of survival i will forget to dream. you have always cradled my dreams alameda street. today is extra special with Our Lady Queen of Angels hosting all of the believers who also survive in any way they can. i can afford some day-dreaming and wasting of time, but those days are slowly withering away, eroding like the bricks on your side my Lady. with faith you were risen and from these rocks and clay; from faith i was allowed to be born, but a different path had to be followed so that i might be here right now. had a more popular road been chosen for me, i would not be here with you fair Queen. now in your smog and your electric heat and rules and stop lights, i will faithfully rise again tomorrow and spill out unto the alameda once more.
gravity bends light
punishes it
forces the very substance of life
within it and without
so here i sit
i am alone amongst a sea of people
whose thoughts and beats in their heart
are dark and unbent
untouched by fire or lightning bolt
there is no gravity
that bends them to action
to feel the orgasmic scorch
of that flicker from the God
their punishment is different
they are free
nothing bends them
nothing molds them
not a thought
or a ray of golden light
wrought by guidance
free to die in the breeze
in the forest of artificial sight
unbent
untouched
unharnessed by love
gravity pulls me
from the forest of them
from the shore of that sea
gravity tugs me
and when she angers
catapults me into a place
of where light brands
the cells in my blood
so i can express
to the daughters of fire
in the mid of night
where there are no numbers
a star is trillions of steps from me
i have been walking forever
and have not left this field of flesh
and in so being captive here
gravity
becomes the father of my children
tends to our walking
steadily toward the goddess
the star
her name is faith
and i am still
courted by the sea