Ding dong it’s here again…:
The cyclic toc of where and when
The scythe of Time below the skin
As Mirror Minds its crimes within
Cycles
Monthly Archives: April 2022
Thing One
The Thing is
It’s never quite so simple as Bliss
As lips part to whisper the kiss
Of creation
Elation drips in desperate twists
Of sensation
Buried in Underground Cells
As maps to hell
Turn ink to anger and Self
To Stranger
Hiding from the empty shell
Of danger
As One Thing
Becomes
AnOther
CLJ 4-7-22
Mourning Dew
I am trying to slip through
The Mourning Dew
To be born to you
But the Electric Cord
Is wrapped too tight
Around my neck
I am dying to finally emerge
To feel the surge
Of Somas Purge
But these hectic chords
Are poisoned with spite
From clinging too tight
To the wreck
CLJ 4-5-22
Milk of Mother
Where will this feeling take me
Will it make me into love?
The open noose
Hangs like fruit
From the ripened Wheel above
My open mouth
Crying out
As milk of Mother spills in anger
Over My tangled tongue
CLJ 4-5-22
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