Dear - Hello Poetry

Dear Jan 2013

Careful steps on a violin bow
I've heard I will reap what I sow
I never had a machine to teach me how to do so
Play under the trees and fantasize of Summer snow.

Are those teers of joy you are weeping, Willow?
I'll sleep under the stars with your dead daughters as my pillow
Reading wiggles everywhere I wander
Soaking in those puddles I ponder

Should I be concerned about these furrows getting deeper?
No, I'll envelope my worries in the folds of each wrinkle
Heavy skin quilts of freckled fuzzy flower pattern

Glistens drop off a window pain
Commencing suicide from their clouds of rain.

In this endless being, nothing else matters.
Lightening rips my quilt to tatters.
I am stripped down to my

PRIME PULSATING PATTERNS

I dance
As the electric currents
Carress my colors
We combine in ONEDER

Now there is another part of me holding the bow
I slide my hand and draw me as a note
Symphonic soap to cleanse murky souls

Dear Jan 2013

Temple Roots

I walk.
My temple roots drag behind me.
Through wet Earth
They trail.
On them,
My thought song.
Major lifts and minor falls.
It follows along.

Singing to the golden Sun
And the blue moon rainbow
Bowing to the light behind it.
Never allowing it's night gift to hide it.

Spirit wind you blow
Ruffling my thought song's notes.
They rush in front of me

WHIRLING RACOUS LAUGHTER.
My temple roots are never-ending,
Now I chase after.

Overall, existence calls for
Intrusive music laughter.

In truth see,
WE ARE LIVE SYMPHONIC SILENCE
ALWAYS MORE AND EVER AFTER.

To die is no disaster.

Dear Jan 2013

Destiny

We must STOP talk of God in the past tense with a pre-tense

HE IS THE ANSWER TO THE IDEA

'Is he the answer to my prayers'

I see now that i cannot be expecting any answers

Those questions I ask aloud to God..
Where would I find the sign if I was out of the way of the Wind?
Unable to see any wiggling limbs?

I cannot expect an answer yet,
be patient and wait.

I am not to give up
But just know He'll get back?
To me.

I hear he is never finished.

**Destiny is never fulfilled, nor diminished.

Dear Jan 2013

BAREN RIBBON THIRST

Soft silouhettes creep into my bed
and wrap ribbons around my head
ribbons for the dead.
I am what they could have been instead.
They could have been a frog
They could have been a hazey fog
But they have been all, all along.
I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song.
I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song.

There are butterfly bones stuck in my teeth
I scream!
Bare wings bounce off my boots.
Atleast if it had been spit,
I could have shined my shoes.
The butterfly had nothing to lose.
The butterfly had nothing to lose.

Lizards slither through motions lather
Curve around the edge of the end.
Pulled still by the momentous illusion
Of those fat rat gems dripping juices.

I'll drink a glass with my
Breakfast under evil's gazebo.

* HARD. MAD. SLOW.*
-StrAngel

https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/thirst

Dear Jan 2013

Untitled #2

A whole heart is only half our head.
Brains in skull faces
Hearts and lungs in rib cages.
Breathe deep while thinking is shallow.
Free the light and love will follow.
Never to return where dull eyes wallow
Cast down
Hollow
Unable to weep and release the light that darkness swallowed.

LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!

Free the light and love will follow

Dear Jan 2013

Death of a Brother

Hold on my lover
To the strings that bind me in your heart
I am bleeding raw without cover
Blank eyes
They won't see us wander.
Starving crystalline structures
Hunger for open minds to see them dancing
Tryptamine, entheogenic wonders
Reveal the frailness of being here
What has passed,
Well it's not gone
Just transferred
Where the stars never fall apart
Rounded rhombuses relieve my worry
Help me feel his spirit sustains the death of his body
Hope of Heaven can blind us from the present
Here he is to still be experienced
Overcome by his lost son's loneliness
But in the light of his death
He'll find the love he couldn't clasp in human hands.
So let go now, my father
To your measured idea of the souls embark
It's infinite in its immanence
Guided by what is always seen but never noticed

Rest in peace, my brother.

Dear Jan 2013

Dawns Breaking Spine

RADIANCE!
Lost common sense
Sane mind transcendence.
A romantic disillusion of conscious heart fusion.

Sunlight constructs a blinding white array of possible interpretation.
CONFUSION.
How to attain the pure truth union.

The heat strips the layers of our defense
Like burnt paper they crumble.
The butterfly bellies in our stomachs rumble
Craving the sweetness of the others tongue
Their jeweled eyes wishing to see
Inside royal throats.

Candle wick thighs burn until dawn's breaking spine
SNAPS!
To release the final burst of ecstasy.

The day begins with
RADIANCE
Lost common sense
Sane mind transcendence.

A butterfly trying to create honey.