Love Conquers All

 Love has never been neutral or passive

Its rages are known as the most violent

Just look at Helen captured and enslaved

While the blood of the bodies drains and fats


for the gods are torched to burn up in flames

The juiciest, the tastiest, the best,

"If you fight my enemy I'll curse yours,"

and While it is mulled on Mt. Olympus 


remains a solution absent on earth

Who says we're immortals, and they're divine?

Observing the clouds and the messaging

states that Death is a Single occurrence



While life remains infinite in one Breath

Forever never looked better, Again.



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Love Masters Hate

I spontaneously performed a poem
in a coffee shop yesterday it's true
It began as a bit of angry thought:
How did I just become an alien?
What language was shared that I never saw?
Is it my skin color is it my lips?
Yes they are larger than typical and?
A lot of movie stars pay for what I have:
Plump as an impregnated persimmon
As it ripens on the tree it reddens
The hatred lifts up it turns to the Sky
It asks just forgive me I'm so sorry
Of course I must follow the Golden Rule
To do unto you as you have to me
But this is where you and I change our Course
You perceive you are Supreme: I'm Master.



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Capital Vs. Love

 41 Minute Ago Near Pomona

1. Today's Theme : Capital Vs. Love
   the Ends of Western Civilization
   due to its complete lack of fortitude
   To ♥ and to ♥ as per <'s Fashion
   Now Regeneration is Virtuous
   A Zero that's not worth its Traditions
   By the creed of All Anarchical Selves
   Uncounted, Ungovernable, and Freed.
   (Yesterday I quarreled on FB notes.
   The Blow outs were Easy, untechnical
   In the annoyance of minor triumphs
   I come to you, Verse, you double power.
   Your bards and their afterwards flood my Mind
   I hear the Cacophony of each Voice
   Soon all have come thundering to my Pads
   The ten of my fingers, dozens of Keys
   Yet my Cup runneth over by Eons
   Each line brings 24 metaphors, UG
   --(I no longer pay attention to them
   and Similes are Baneful Bling except
   if they speak and personify also
   They don't want to be 1-dimensional,
   poet, don't look at me with wide open mouths.
   Take up your pen, your crayola, your gun
   Without blood bring forward your greatest Force
   Revere those who have battled for Warlords
   Imagine what Horrors they have to live
   They do what they do so that we are Free
   Yet these schools, cops, cobardes, and goon Squads
   Create tyranny and injustice Breed.
   Who is not a Warrior has not Lived
   (Idle no More, Poets Indigenous)
   C/S

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Fire to Pink Flames for Rocky in February

--a Pink Flower for Adrien's Beloved Brother<3


Sparkle and Quest, you a're Evanescent

an inappropriate apostrophe

 Beauty is dangerous is Treacherous

Y Oh Y does it have to be this way?


Is'
nt easier to be human

I ask myself about it -- I say NO

for it is terribly laborious.

and no Little misery to beHold


Indeed it is a crime to be Alive

 and Bitter are the divisions of Time

  they never add up no they never will

Except in the chance love that makes Fire


Takes a Large and a Massive Red Stain OUT

that's replaced with an Ounce of Innocense




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