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Enlightenment

Cosmic assistance is given to those who begin to assist themselves. You take one step in, and the universe’s limelight casts itself on you.

But the only precondition is that the intent of the one taking the risk to disturb the universe has a motive that is luminous.

All I ever wanted was to live my life in a painting in Tate Britain

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A year ago I went to Tate Britain and there were three ladies dancing gracefully in the empty rooms between the exhibits. I was grateful I was there, and found the experience so enchanting and memorable, like being in a living work of art for some time with all the time in the world.

Our home would have a garden overflowing with all variety of roses

img_20161016_145420.jpgimg_20160716_152712.jpgHis loneliness was so alive, it could write a book. Find me. He was seated by the window in a carriage on a train going into central London, and the train stopped to let off passengers and to let other passengers on, and opposite the man by the window on the train, another man on the platform looked at him with clear longing. Tumbling. They continued to look at each other, though it was something that neither ever did, and when the train continued on its journey, and pulled away from the man on the platform, the man by the window sat up and turned around and looked at the man on the platform until he could no longer see him, and then he felt heartbroken until he realized it was just another game of desire and despair, as unshakable and as impenetrable as the very firmament. Pulse.

The Bigfoot of Sun Giant

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When it rains
it pours. One year
you are starved
for love, the next
you are so drowned
in it, you cannot write
enough poems to climb
out of the hole
your lover
dug for you.
What a drought.
The Sun Giant
stepped down on
everything but raise
of the big foot
and everywhere flowers.

Same body

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One asks
how can it be
that a poet,
and a painter
can co-exist

and
the
answer

we receive
is that writing,
and painting
occur from
the same wrist.

I could change

Sweet sugar.
So complete.

There really isn’t anything better.
Please don’t take it from me.

Could you be so kind, and not empty me?
And leave me callous, and bitter?

With one hand you empower me, with the other you obliterate me

2017-05-10 15.38.47Fortify meaning.
Strengthen your heart with murderousness
so as to protect it,
if it is ever under attack.

It’s all right.
It’s ok.
Your madness, blindness,
and vicious unkindness is justifiable.

Some worst left you,
abandoned you. Poor thing!
Stop the world,

pause all progress,
swirl the whorl into a stage
for you to stand on,

and express your pain.
Let out your rage.
About the problems, with our age.

With your Kardashian bum.
And your pink-blown bubblegum.
You’re the boy with the abs we’ve been dying for.

Your thick, wind-blown, sun-blessed hair is perfectly transparent.
Your leather, actually looks delicious.
You are peaking,

months before another meltdown,
years before you totally disappear
into your living room, drowning resent-lessly into your full screen TV.

Invigorate meaninglessness.
Sharpen your jaws, with brass,
with harsh, brutal cruelty,
and explain

God by his ever-blamed-for
vengeance,
not his actual
benevolence.

So much desire and despair,
so much beauty and pain,
so much love and hate out there,
I could write a book.

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Clever, darling

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Deep purple door, dear.

Fabulous

Now, we know.
We did not know,
before.
The secret.
Now, we know it,
and as a result also the future
has changed.

Fabulous, darling

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