Who
does the Jew speak
of
when he speaks
of
Jahova.
Who
does the Christian speak
of
when he speaks of Jesus.
Who
does the Muslim speak
of
when he speaks
of
Mohammad.
who?
Anunnaki, Rah, Krishna, etc...
Who
does the child speak
of
when he speaks
of
his parent.
Are
we
in
the latter
without
liberty,
guards and gods
the
Dogs of humanity.

I
carry guns
imaginary guns
because of my heart
and
the power of my tongue.


♥️
isn't it great to hurt without hate

There
by senses
inhaled darkness
emotional condenses
bursting at the seems
rain came a friend
slaughtering
dispair
and
clearing the air
.
Open your eyes
cry
and
you will
find solace
there
.

Verlate gebroke hart
haar gesig staar verlam
net die liefde
hou vlam
tot-dan wag sy
in
vergange woude
gegrond op verlange.

Broken-hearted alone
her face a-glare of tragedy
a
slave to love
waiting on tinder
in
forests of decay
grounded on cinder.

In some spheres
the
reaction
are
faster
than
the
Action?

Love letters of a different kind,
I
read you and you read mine
maybe? we haven't
posted for quite a while,
your mind
strikes thunder
my heart mints your words
like
soulmates
even
lovebirds,
for all our fears
there
is
a
reason
winter, spring, summer, or fall
they
are
all
seasons
family blocks,
trees, not treason,
one of us two of an eye.
we are all.,
Free
l❤ve
believers.

He
was the architect,
first admiring others
took heed
and
designed
his
own,
the proudest moment
was,
when it took flight.
I
could hear my heartbeat
tugging away
at
his
  kite.

Threading
into
the
skin around my soul
It
is
joyfully visible
the
scars
that they mend,
my eyes ride the glow
as
the
needle flows,
tattooed
palpability
bereft of demons,
I
let go.

Sabretooth slivers
on
a
jagged edge
caught in a trap my nightmare ends
flesh in a jam jar
honey
in
my bed
dreaming your way
my
lover
my
friend.

For Mother Nature

birds and bees, flowers from seeds

pose a Haiku, please.

We
tripped the snares
mindful aware
stepping over stones.
We
loved the mamma's and Pappa's
heartfelt-crosses
staked
above bones.
We
have three of our own
all of them grown,
none
really stave the cane
Still, here we are
t
o
g
e
t
h
e
r
forever
celebrating
them
in
these our own
halcyon days.

Unobtainable

blood
stained.

A
message from the jugular

My soul
saw
money machines
not
human beings
and my
heart stains
from
her beauty in pain
are nature's fate
being built
around
hate
❓

My insides looking out
at
wounds
from whispered, sounds
stay
or
walk away
fog lamps the mirror
the
one on the ground
carries
the
healing
of
what
ultimately goes down.

Deadlines headlines subscription-
public post-anti-post
draft
hurly-burly whirly verve-ish
zig zag paddle back
gigabytes
a-moan
hip hop big or small
lollipop
sicko sock
give a dog a phone.