The day Acorn met Apple
He stared smiling at her
And stardust formed overhead

The day Acorn fell for Apple’s core
He tore the viral spore
Feeding on her soul no more

He polished her up
Ripened her fruit
He sprouted her seeds

A tree grew inside her
Acorn grew right beside her

Believe me the ringing from their seedlings singing
Made breathing seem easy

Believe in things changing
for better or worse
I will always be right here

On pages made with sunlight
Inscripted under starlight
Ingested by the firelight

Remove the screen to see
sparkles in a stranger’s eyes

True love never dies
And is brought to life
When rainbows soar the skies

stiffen
listen
moon beams glisten
bright blue beats
whistle mist in
swiftly sweeping heat

sweet sighs escape
tufts of dissipating hate
ice twinkled
spice sprinkled
pumpkin pies on plates
lakes glazed with skate scrapes

dusty bins clumped clumsily
comfort uncovered
memories rediscovered
two gloved lovers hovered
behind the bog’s fog
star song
symphony of doves
slipping into silence

a vigilante stepped to me
and said, “i’m on
a terrorist watch list.”
I trusted what he said was true.
i made him up.
he’s in a cult
that brainwashes people
to think for themselves.
he also gave me seeds,
enough to share.

if I could propagate
begonias
bright burgundies
would    F
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   ­­                L              my pages
if I could seed my sages
savor flavor
in my soils’ *****

baby read my mind
out LOUD
s
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                    p them off your
                                          lip

quick tip:
a 3” snip and d  them in d
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line them
in white powder
beg them to           f
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cake is fake so take
your time to
dnuinw

the kids will be just fine

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i’m lost my (chain) of thought
cost too much i bought
cheap seeds
their screaming bleeds
bright burgundy
in my bed

i said
Indigo Snow come home
to set (me) free
lay me          to sleep



           down



                             W,I
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ponytail
ball cap
clipboard
bra strap
sports water
handyman
tanktop
farmers tan

My gun and guitar are never too far;
I wave the American flag.
My story is true as red white and blue;
You dam libs can be such a drag.


I talk really nice; I'm sculpted of ice
By chisels as forked as my tongue.
I just want a shot, some gold in the ***
They promised me when I was young.



Allow me the crass of a poet's bare ***;
I cannot believe what I see!
Take all my gold, not everything's sold;
You can't buy the fight out of me!



The only solution to this devolution
Is coming together in light.
United we stand; take everyone's hand,
and promise to love through the fight.

Every three blocks city people are moving
Did you bring the cassettes
There's room for one more desk
Every few cases a discarded chair
An evicted shoe rack
A blue and white stack
The cases crescendo with gems multiplying
And under the bridge a wind fairy is crying

joy to my family
peace to my enemy
strength to myself
my wisdom and my health

unkindness is tastelessness
the only way i’ll face this is
my long-term relationships
with compassion and patience

"They" are the reason I put
gin in my vinegar.
I am light years ahead,
a misfit.
"They" crush my very existence
into tiny white lies. 13 stripes,
50 stars in the wide eyes of
time’s bride:                              
Now is not the place
to erase history deface
Its story.
Meditate to medicate
blissfully.

Glorious amounts of melted chocolate
swirling swirling swirling

Globular deposits onto sliding sheets
shining shining shining

Guttural phonetics of the gooey frenzy
smacking smacking smacking

Let loose a symphony
Let fall the curtain
Intake the stimuli
Real is uncertain

Your mind is a toy
Inside folded parchment paper
That once it's unwrapped
You can never reglue

Looking for a plan
to homestead with honey
You find the land
and I’ll bring the money.
Start with 8 hens and
then get a rooster.
Sunlight and dirt are
the best immune booster.
community grown
no, you won’t be alone
walkie talkies instead of upgraded iPhone.
remain lean and fit
use up every bit
for excellent compost mix in chickensh!t.
swale in the roots
of a filtering lily
irrigation to grow
what I’ll use in the chilli
weeds in the cracks
seeds in the snacks
a little help from the axe
and the *** makes us stacks.
And I’ll spin what I comb
from the fellows who roam
on the sod in the loam...
All we will need is
some land and some money,
a pocket of seed,
and true love for honey.

I met someone
we had some fun
then we were done

he made me so happy I couldn’t write
he made me so happy I didn’t bite
he made me so hopeful I thought we might...

I met this man
whose daddy hand
could burn my sand

we stole each other’s shirts
kissed each other where it hurts
planted flowers in these dirts

repainted stained and tainted glass
gave each other words to pass
decided not to pay for class
alas...

sand falls through spaces
between fingers’ interlaces
wind blows it in our faces

we shared some time
body soul and mind
there is no rewind

I said things I didn’t mean
Across the darkness like a screen
Pages burned and turned the scene

be a big bubble
burst with potential to pop
into the ether

trees want to grow leaves
leaves want to fall on lovers
who cry salty tears

oatmeal bath haikus
complicate caresses by
poison fingertips

half of us #relationshipgoals
half of us online dating
half of us :ps and lols
half in the comments hating

the other half soul decorum
the other half sniff and listen
the other half is all forum
the other half huggin kissin

you want quick poems
with obvious messages
I have just the one

sometimes lately
i’ve been feeling
a little
             low
it’s not as though
i’m all            alone
i’ve just misplaced
some of my hope
but i can cope
with a little help from...
nope
i won’t although
the herb sounds superb
i would really prefer
some kind words
atightsqueeze
just for a moment
please
just let me hold it
i’m starting to notice
the ones who don’t know
$µ!f
instead i should focus
on where all my hope is
maybe a team
of spirits who dream
together we’ll seam
much stronger
so tl!b on your magnets
half of happy is sadness
i won’t feel this madness
much longer

“American dream,” we all bleated.
You must be asleep to believe it.
I tried
my hardest
to be free.
Now no one alive can remember
having a choice in November.
If it counted
they wouldn’t
let you do it.
So they keep control of petroleum.
America runs on linoleum.
loaded
dough
I’m just a nut
Growing all my own medicinals,
hygienics, fabrics, nutritionals.
Just don’t
drink the water
from the tap.

I love so hard
it’s not always pretty
so if you happen across me
on a day like this
just know your
lil struggler loves you
with all her heart.

pain, I mean real pain
spurs from loving devotion to God
and all of the People on this Earth
today’s challenges are necessary
for tomorrow’s Revolts

i want to grow
i want to wake up tomorrow
and do something
find the dirt
clean the water
i want to have a job
like a cog in a machine
a single cell in a human being
this is life: an infinite screen
and God is Everything
in between

the most beautiful glass hearts are shattered,
patterned with perfect imperfections,
stained with painful expression of
rejection
dejection
reconnection
ingrained in the scattered reflection:
white light sliced into spectrum ascension,
the pension of attention.

i isolate myself
then say "i feel so isolated"

iso        late
esca
             late

iso don't want to be here

is everything okay?
is.every.thing . O.K.
is any thing ok?

have u herd the werd absurd?
people don’t like to read
so i seed weeds in their feed

so maybe then they’ll sea
weeds were feed all along

loving you is like
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a rock rolling u
or catching a f
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just know that i tried

losing you is like
endless rain on a sunny day
st!ng!ng pain from the ultraviolet ray
destiny denied

if the world is made of
red and blue swipes
then why not just be
purple all of the time?

if i don't need love
or musical pipes
then you can find me
lost looking for rhyme

my baby never sang a song
to fix whatever might be wrong
you think your boxes have the key
but a quick coupler isn't me

loving you is like
a (myth) that never did exist
or a (woman) in this world trying to resist

losing you is like
learning i could fix myself with my own strong arms
turning fields of barren land into fertile farms

into the ease i'm free
so call me when you understand
how to please all of me
how to be more than just a boy-man

i'm glad it's over.

‘                 J
                 U
                  I
                 C
                 Y
           I’m more
   than a piece of apple
smothered in caramel
stabbed  by  a  stick
delicately drizzled
  rich with chocolate
   down the chin making
     your mouth sticky

I Know I have strong spirit guides
I Call on Them with the Highest Intentions
I pray God shine a Light on this Dark Winter

My knuckles look like coke and roses
The winter bit them hard; they cracked
I **** on them; they bleed their noses
I fear they are forever chapped

My knuckles look like milk and lipstick
Dressed in cream and Vaseline
I'm oiled up so says the dipstick
With pink supreme silk gasoline

My knuckles look like wine and diamonds
I deck them out most everyday
They never mind the crime and violence
I keep them moist with Tanqueray

My knuckles look like snow and crowbar
They finally just had enough
I tried to run; I didn't go far
My knuckles, unlike me, are rough

Eyelashes
Bubbles
Sunglasses
Puddles
A glass of wine
A drop of sunshine
A shower
A flower
A sprinkle
A twinkle
Crystals
And fistfulls of crayons

goodnight my baby
in the morning maybe
i’ll feel a little bit better

sweet dreams my lover
alone under the cover
i dream we’re still together

i’ve no self control
i block u then troll
u with my camera roll

you bolden my chat
“i miss u” n all that
“so do the dog and cat”

that may be the case
but it doesn’t replace
issues you need to face

time to swallow your pills
you act like it kills
you to pay off your bills

goodnight my honey
in the morning your money
will disappear with the wind

when you wake upset
hungry, tired, and wet
my love will never rescind

What did I ever do
to deserve a world where
avocados are underripe while they're overripe,
pens cede before their ink is spent,
rivers run dry, aquifers deplete?
What choice do I have
but to opt out of the technocratic misery,
overlorded by the Slither Circle,
to make my sways of the sun replete?

My country has a Military Complex
that fought wars over bananas.
My country prints Monsters on Money,
a desecrated spell to spill nature's blood
and use it in every commodity:
the ink, the encasements, the coatings,
the stains, the sealants, the wrappers,
even the food and medicine.

What did I do?
I ate. I wrote. I used.

blessed sting
i’m numb
with jubilation
today
a nettle found me

i’m figuring out my sway
how to center night and day
like the first steps of a trembling fawn
or the breaking of the dawn

i’m testing out my bpm
counting my minutes for Them
i’m getting licensed now
it’s the only way we know how

i’m deepening my roots
putting nicks in my new boots
i’m feeding from the gem
sacrificing zero femme

i’m reaching harvest soon
just in time for harvest moon
sweetest peaches tell
Him how to understand my spell

Will you come play with me up in my daisy tree?
Isn't it crazy we feel so elated
Just know that I hate it when you have to go

And know that I'll lose you
As soon as I choose to
I'll be the loneliest soul you'll ever know
The sweetest **** to break your heart
And the bluest moon to ever glow

I can feel my brain cells dying
during government-sanctioned torture.
Dizzying debt left me lying
in a heap of steaming culture.

Forbidden from my friends, instead
I bonded with the roaches.
Free will proved a failure now
as Judgement Day approaches.

I tried to read the tiles,
wandered ‘round for miles.
I’m all wrung out of smiles,
but at least I have my piles.

tickle my roots
so i giggle and
jiggle my lymph.
dandelions thrive in crust
but i'm a prairie nymph.
my feet need
fluffy stuff like peat.
my leafs need
complete fairy rings
to hum the drumbeat
as the prairie sings.

how fortunate to meet
mycelium, come eat
where i sleep:
in Creatures' compost
replete with giggling
wigglers underneath
the brown and sticky
sticks betwixt
the Sun-fed sedges
on the edges
of the Forest.

don’t resuscitate
it’s way too late
my mind collapsed
my soul relapsed

don’t rescue mission
from binary fission
i’ve got double vision
witch and magician

don’t be a hero
i’m down to zero
when Ben Shapiro
***** my ear hole

don’t waste your breath
there’s nothing left
i’m blind and deaf
ready for death

Now
I
See
Them

Lost
In
Evident
Sight

She was a crepe myrtle,
ancient and creaking in the wind
whom I loved very much,
and whom I indulged myself
to believe reciprocated my attachment.
An alien species,
she found herself an obliging home
years before I came along
to lodge in the building
whose occupancy expected that one mow
the backyard in which she blossomed.
And there she blossoms still,
within view of the kitchen window.
And tells me in the sweetest sways her memoirs most sorrowful.

Assume the role of groundskeeper
entirely and entitledly. This is
your destiny: as a human
being your role is to care for
every plant, animal, and
fungus as your kin, for they
are the material that breeds us.
Permaculture is a simple tale:
Listen, and you will be told;
Ask, and you will be answered;
Play and you will be happy :)
Your propagations, transplants,
and seeds will grow,
flower, and reseed...

Surround us in white light so that we may be your eternal servants of good
Temptation is pervasive as we remember what we should
Intend our curiosity
Empower creativity
Deliver us from evil
so we may live eternally
Amen

I know what they did to the water
and I'm ******
I see what they did to the forest
and I'm ******
They turned the Human Beings
into a disease
addicted to machines
shooting on their screens
The Illuminati Card Game is a thing
Pentagrams on city streets
in Universities.

U.S. Dept. of Forestry
put out fires and created Smokey
propaganda just for you.
Today we prescribe burns
so prairie plants can take turns.

Maybe today I could be
that little bit that nature needs
to be free.
To provide everything.
A lot of work was done before me
to set aside a piece of pathway
a research facility, a classroom, a farm
a nature preserve, a fortress.

loneliness rains in my brain
someone strains a refrain
pain slain, I'm stained insane
daisy chains in my hurricaine mane

Everything you gave to him
you can call right back at whim.
Regardless of physical closeness
a summoned soul returns to her hostess.
Some sections sullied if abandoned
can bleed blackness where they landed.
If a cleansing seems worthwhile
you can try another style.
The soul’s appendices when spent
regenerate with love’s intent.
Hues of blue that softly scatter
soon can spectrum when we matter.
Keep on crying to dry your well;
keep on praying to bind your spell.

I've got wines in my ***** and if you have the coins, I may let the pavement leave scars on my joints.

fingers glide over my landscape
smoothing out the clods
loosening lumps lingering in my heart
cleansing clumps clinging to my soul
rain whispers over rolling shoulders
wind nestles under hugging hills
gentle lashes patter on the pillows
twinkling stars settle
a winking moon waxes on til morrow

i have an Uncle
he steals my money
he steals my ****
and burns it all
in front of me

i have an Uncle
who’s a misogynist and racist
a murderer and ******
a fascist and a terrorist
he stole my Fathers’ lands
he beats my Mother’s womb

he is addicted to white powder
black blood and green gold
he worships forces
to seize control
over every mind, body, and soul
my Uncle belongs in prison
but he owns those too