You wrecked my time
with every surprising rhyme.
Once in a while!
You slowed down, stood still & sped
Allowing my illusions to be Fed.

Let your sore bleed
Let the soldiers speak
The pain of the military
The soldier’s war poetry.

~~
The dog crying in the streets
Listen to the news of the devil

~Crossroads~

A glimpse of the red light!

~~
The speed of green tank wheels
The sound of fear that the night reveals.

I can't dominate
my cognition
it's a ******' storm
a wild tide
I’m sinking in it
wrapped in it
aside.
In this pushy
blow of cognition
I could fly
travel in time
leave God behind
But at what limitations?
And more's !
More's !
More's !
Like I'm streaming on Youtube
with frictional shows!
I wish I could think
beyond boundaries
As I imagine
I compose!
In cognition—
What if I could roam in time?
What if I could fly?
What if!?
What if!?
What if!?
More's
More's
More's.

~what if~

Just like a torrential flow
Thy remembrance~
Lamentably remains
Like stagnant waters in my drain.

No matter
how much!
you refine or extend
perfection retreats
a mirage with no end~

~Perfection's got no end~

Ohh
Mrs. Brilliant Chemist
Marry me
Don't resist!
Feed me~
With homemade psychedelics
Make my mind
Spin like a twist!

~~

D izzy

~~~

~
When I lost myself
In a sandscape of low drive.
Burnt out like a fallen leaf
In the storm!

~Indifferent~

Lizard king appeared in my dream
In the form of a whirlwind.

—Jim Morrison,

Riders on the Storm!


~~
Alright, c’mon, arise!~~

She Said,
“I was his Strawberry Moon
Red & dim
Lambent with love.
But he never stepped into my light
Never felt my red beams.
And now…
Time is gone.
Time is gone.”
~
& after all, what did he reply?

~
She is mute
&
I'm blind.