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Jesus was a wildman Living in the woods Wept for all the animals And stayed there til age 42 After crucifixion He stole off in the night And remained in the wildlands for the rest of his days Again becoming wild He renounced all of his teachings He had nothing left to preach And when a child stumbled upon him He himself seemed like a child He said to the child we are one If you stay here you can become me Hidden away from the world found in a pure form Preserved for eternity In your purity For all to witness Desert and woods And lonely and buried And city and heresey And shipwrecked and married And celibate monks Who took up his same cross Just added his name To their dossier And changed all of history's written recorded Jesus Christ wept of the sunrise's beauty And nobody saw him, alone in the woods Like he left, a child, remained, a child Preserved, a child, unchanged, by world And his message Floated down the river of time The eternal lifespring Unbelievable finding Nobody b...

One minute you're a devil, then a king, then a man but always turned about like a roast on a spit by my merciless attention, which always looks afar - If it landed on one of them, they'd just end up where you are.

White Shadow walking round my house's corner dragging a thin thread of my attention wherever                     memory in heart evermore as battle upon the soft and hard Earth floor House of black corners, gray walls, and white borders We flesh it out (I won't speak the colors) I won't speak; I'll laugh We love                     Look into each other and Life my cathedral its windows gold glowing Illuminates so much, too much to ever live Consciousness truly is split between skins their dancing reflected as shadows upon the black walls made by light of the candle poured and thrown over Оброз embedded into stained glass passed over by walkers of Earth (where are they going?) Men so dark and fast glance once Ice Queen sheds tears of melting snow Alien latticework bleeds – we'll never know if how why when what where who Crisis in he...

The wind that blows between us      can be illusion; can be a light The home that either is not there or is. The whole world hangs in the balance of a simple coin toss:      whether the light flicks on or off      whether the walls are black or white Oh, the vision passes over me in the electrocuting air –      I've never met you      I am driven to my inner edge at your despair – You are a voice that's in my heart – more and more each moment      we join through to thought      – it isn't real, this dream      holding hands floating down the riverstream – The wind brings the world in a basket of chocolate fruit –      you never know where's the worm,      the snake is companion evermore –      I will not cry or scream but keep still and learn – I know this life it never ...

 A Spell-Poem Once For You ------------------------- I close my eyes and walk in faith through whatever valley you lie down in to the bottom - I'll be devoured to the bone - I see how you see - when you went below but unlike anyone, who'd be maldeformed by what they saw, you return unharmed harmed only by exteriorities permanent frazzle but no disease Your spirit soars, outside and in -  your words are slurred, and stumble out They claw you to consume your clout I only saw what you did in the way that had to be seen, before you could see it cause where does it live?  You have to live it. And in my heart I posit the question: will you be part of this world or no? Tonight's the blood full moon - for most prophetic terror - I recall that blood red is your favorite hue -  it is a different moon for you. You come to one to be reborn -  or, on another level, I read the plea scrawled on the other side so faintly, secret to itself: a bid at last to rest your battle soul...

  The world is on fire (To free myself from you I must hate you reject you – your core I never knew anymore) The world is on fire tar black earth and white powder frost but I saw it all saw it all I saw you standing there Nothing set in stone to my secret song the world is a flower – perfuming us all every king is a pauper throwing his crown to the crowd – a true king knows it's a boomerang And I – I – I sing of myself in heaven and hell inventions of dreams give your flower to me before I disappear you – you – you your skin comes alive with every tattoo under moonlight the eye that closes will drown out the moon ringing hollow well a bell does too I – I – I walk on fire the ground stone burned dry every step low and high on the earth is unstable that's the secret know I my so hated sister lives up in the sky The world is your friend and you enemy's everywhere every entity a burning soul singing out of its turn while the world overturns and nothing happens at all I'm te...