M Vogel

M Vogel Oct 2019

Trust

Those beautiful eyes--
they wont stop looking at me
and they never stop  believing in me

I swear to Christ, I ****** hate her
My contempt-filled, trauma-built fortress of distrust
is systematically becoming  dismantled

raw; pure..   love,  is such a sneaky little ******

And its unfettered, magical-wizardry  is now
putting my central core at risk--
     the fear of annihilation
     is one truly ****** up hell

     a ******* horror  beyond all horrors.

She is still looking at me with
               that love  in her eyes.

                Now I really hate her.

In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
the resolution of all the fruitless searches

In your eyes
I see the light, and the heat
In your eyes
I want to be that complete:
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes

In your eyes

https://youtu.be/evN6DIGPIJM
a celebration into freedom

#love #steadfastness #fortresses #healing

M Vogel Oct 2019

Gifted

Heading up  into
the unspoken--  a
spirit,  as of yet
unbroken;

   she needs to be there.

Undefined; undisclosed
with no-thing  presupposed

I bring my  I
(she says)

fly,  said her
  I...
and into  the
   sky
she did fly--

fully-clothed
yet, sacred-robed
she was going somewhere
as of yet
         un-probed.

Is there any way to  dress
for a place  like that?
And when you get there
would it matter  anyways?

Back down to the ground;
white tank top and *******-on--

                                      perfect.

God-ordained but
no one 'splained

the effect  this smokin-view
would have on me--

  heh,
And she brought  that
  Love-scent
back down with her
       from  the N e x t p l a c e

               .. and Im as high
                       as a man can be.

deep within prophesaical-psychosis,
her body/spirit is of the most gorgeous of conduits

https://youtu.be/eQNma7xjMGE

07/2016

#love #magic #warmth #conveyors #conduits #giftedness #eternity

M Vogel Oct 2019

The Crossing

This bridge is faulty
there is dry-rot  taunting
    the girders
Its spandrels:
all knobby-kneed..
  Its pseudo-elaborate  trusswork,
    as if   designed
    by a lonely drunk

It's pilings..  questionable
Its deckwork, treacherous.

    Its abutment--
    aw,  **** me..

    its crumbling.
.  .

If we cross over
under the lie of darkness
we won't be so afraid..

     But these structural-flaws,
     when revealed  by the sun
    are so incredibly intriguing.

  Let's take that step
  and see if it holds us.

There are shadows,
steep  on the horizon
They leave us scared,

   and so afraid

As the fallout of a world, divided..
It brings her tears,  and so much pain

And so we take cover from the dark
hoping to find where we can start
~Miles Kennedy

https://youtu.be/ywQutN0j33o

#love #hope #trust #fear #eternity

M Vogel Oct 2019

Snickers, on a hill

There is a fog in the ravine, yet up on the hill is my Snickers: 16 hands tall.. prominent withers. He is so stoic, peaceful--
and he speaks without saying a word

The river draws lead up to my death,
and down to my death;  and so I stay here in this fog-- the Aspen leaves are turning, I can hear their leaves rustling in the wind, a nearby pheasant rooster's crow, the flushing of prairie chickens

the last sounds of a dying world

Snickers is interested that I am near him: here, on this tallgrass covered hill that he laid himself down onto  so many years, past. I am done here, I know it

and nothing really mattered;

and everything there ever
was,   mattered.

M Vogel Oct 2019

**** it, lets do this--..

Sometimes, the pressure is so bad..
       on the spiritual-shift,
that it feels as though I am right on the edge,
       about to crumble--

as if all  of Hell
is going to pull my soul and spirit
       down  in to  it

an "un-willing" descension;
dragged down, in full ****** form
                    .   .   .

There is a death down there,
        a life-swallowing horror--

My destruction, waits for me there
  There are poor, broken-ones there
unfairly

   held against their will,  there.

I shudder as I think of the doom--
the retribution that awaits me
for anything..   for everything
I have done
that has dinged
his all holiness,
the one on the throne here--

the deceptive-one,
the hidden agenda,   acquiesced..

     the  f oo ler  of us all..
                                (the ******.)

but, then  I smile to myself;

.. and then,    I can't stop smiling.

the end

https://youtu.be/ayo75QnDnss

#love #death #life #lifedeathlife

M Vogel Oct 2019

when he not lyin' about the ****..

--the angry inch, always speaks the truth.

Horrorra akadva 1. Greg bébi pöcse
https://youtu.be/QX0qK-10Itw

honesty's the best policy

#littleelvishasawaywitdewimminfolks #catfishinrus

M Vogel Oct 2019

Guzzlers

They take into themselves,  living water
from the vine strip that love brought to them  from
the canopy's Gathering--
from the passing storm of the lair, in Stratus

And behold, they are unafraid,
     these thirsty-ones--

these cohesively-vibrating, pre-feathered cygnets
these illustrious,  winged smolts--

                              stream-drawn,
                            ocean spawned.

Their wings: give flight?    No, not quite;
(though for an eternity  they have flown.)

And ever since love,   its been known
ever evolving,   they are..
         yet never  fully grown--

The Living water
keeps them stretching,   reaching..
yearning,  for  a  wind

that will give their hearts a home,
seed-sown.

yearning, these thirsty ones