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tonight, I’m stunned, not with pain, but with lovefirst time in my lifeit’s called a mortal wound to live, I’m struck with life, a clash on soul, knew none but strife, now to love, but care for death as she cares for my life who now do I live, not die someone who cares now…

Seems theories, well, what can I say, do they expand, contract, or all of a sudden rip A Reality’s Harmony, does it be? Me, I just remember being small, spinning, looking up at the sky, t’was beautiful to me, But, electrons make me dizzy!

The green world, with her branch, extends Haraway lost into her own thought… Along lines, unknown, her matrix cast forth, unknown but On disembodiment from herself Appropriation of my own insanity? Male or female, become, yet still, me, grafted, I love to: Shake it Get down      Move, my body

[It’s funny, as well, but it’s true, when one’s in love] The blood moon rises, I wish I could be your tampon, tonight

It’s Saturday night… I’ll outshout the crowd tonight, in bells of laughter, I’ll drown them out your tears, I’ll shout loudest of all, you’ll see, I’ll stand higher than the horizon, step over a mountain to get to thee, come to me, Domme morrigan, dressed in your majesty! I LOVE THEE!

They’re all huddled, together, you hear she knows, get fucked, you’re crazy Are they even real, do they have minds, what shape are they, how do they survive without a heart, do they believe their own thoughts are yours? &etc. All this I’d like to ask you, in your physical expertise, but they believe you…

Why, when my physical eye sees the words Angelic Intelligence, in corbin Do I see it glow with my soul, radiate from his words, And nature become angelical, And looking on, a Father Spirit, Seeing it All And then I see Matter looking on also, trying to understand its beauteous form, it’s own miracle Cause…

I’ve practiced all kinds of love, and finally to accept myself, selfish in love of you, In an unconditional way, love of you, as the only love I want, is unconditional of me, of what i want, is, ergo, unconditional love of you If unconditional were to release you, I’d cease to love, is that…

When I think I don’t know, day by day, comes what may And when I say I love you to someone falls deafly To footprints once left, where, but what became Of my love that loves just for loves sake What was its colour or taste, or why not Heart shaped, or played like a…

I go mad, in fever of your perfect flower, you never were flaming rose, till we saw each Other bloom, a mother began to unflower, in poetry duende, a wildfire, Me mad, you desire, a road spread out for each other, and whose the rest, to say give up In their ruined sidelines, from outwhere…