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M Vogel Oct 2019
My relational cat
shows up  for a chat
oh, of course-- and
some food:   with
few ***** to give--
      but it's all good

    Or few-***** it seems.

The kee  I-thot
to be a self-centered snot
has turned out to be
the kee of-my dreams.

I can understand  kitty
kitty kitty kitty;  and
I can now  see
that it's me
that's been ******
****** ****** ******--  or
so it seems.

        Or so it seems.

When I think
that I'm bad--  or
have-given all
that I-had--  kee
somehow finds a way
to show me--
         I'm the man
         of her dreams.

Kitty kitty kitty kee.
kitty kitty

kitty
M Vogel Oct 2019
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
M Vogel Oct 2019

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
M Vogel Oct 2019

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

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
M Vogel Oct 2019

--the angry inch, always speaks the truth.

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

honesty's the best policy
M Vogel Oct 2019
Balmy warmth
under, jungle mist--
Fern-leaf canopies make such delightful
little playgrounds

Sustenance;
Providence--

(a photosynthetic, umbrella-like, love-covering rinse.)
A never-ending, ever-protective love-hovering:
(from all sunlit days; since.)

Joyous, little hatchlings
warm; little hatchlings

Sleepy little, deeply loved,
fully heart-lit, little:  stylin'//smilin'

squiggling little,
giggling  little,
Spongebob-pajama-clad..
God-bless-Mommy­
(and also, please, too~ Dad)
happy little,  yappy little,  

roly-poly, little..
fully Holy, little
tootlebutt-laughing little..
.  .  .  .

And now, smiley-faced as they sleep--
peacefully snoozing..  
funny-smelling little hatchlings.

:)
love..
and spaghetti- (with parmesan cheese)
~all chased down,  with
all-you-can-eat ice cream~

makes the world go round  (:

;;
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