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The Book of Love and Marriage-2
Hooshang Danesh
Copyrights 2018, Hooshang Danesh
The copyrights to all my songs, words, paintings, and drawings--are protected by Three. My will lies doubly therein—Earnings for the needy—andTheir education-
One Tree Press
Cover drawing: Sarah (9-4,6th)
Pencil on paper-hooshang danesh-
Arrivals-2
Two more books-By five-
25 more certain-Songs-In the style of-John-
1000 drawings-And 100 paintings-And more-
And we shall-Make them-Dream by the-Blue favored-
Hold-
Alive-In-The-Keeping-That allows-Paul to-Navigate-
The blackest hours-
Native-
Fearless-
Seat-Mathew by the-Eyes of not-wrong-But veering-Better-For the sake of his-Children-
Favoring-Mary’s names—In ought to-Surges-Of-Meaning—By--Senses-
How she sees-Across 10000 years--Help the eyes of St. Peter-the seer-And-His sailors-
On the verges of-Meaning ness-Let-
Voids-
Arrive--
Certain and fast--
And-For my returns-
And the last judgment--When the--Skies-Open-To-
Rain favors for-Their—
God--And man--
Prayer full-2
Yes my son-
Our father-Husband-And friend-
Our-Will-Is-One-Long-Residence-
Of-Acquiescence-
We-Shan’t-come to-You-With chagrin-And excuses-At bay-We know-Gods will-Has opened-Doors-
-1-
To-Every-Escape-Which-Releases-
The-Unmoving--
From-
The-Herd-
I-Know-The-Good-Of love--
Is a-Fervor-That-Feeds on--Itself-
Abundant-Free-
Like-A magician-That has sensed-
Prayers-2
Yes my son-
Our father-Husband-And friend-
Our-Will-Is-One-Long-Place-
Of-Acquiescence-
We-Shan’t-come to-You-With chagrin-And excuses-At bay-
We know-Gods will-
Has opened-Doors-
To-Every-Escape-Which-Releases-
The-Bad dreams-And-Unmoving-
From-
The-Herd-
I-Know-The-Good-Of love--
Is a-Fervor-That-
Feeds upon--Itself-
Forth--
Abundant-Free-Like-Birds-That have-Flown-Out-Of-The crosses--As faith—
If-The keeping-Of the-Covenant-Is not-
Little women-2
A woman-Born out-Of so many-Ideas--
And Alive-(My Pam,)From-Heaven-
Over fires-And hell--
The living myth-Equal--To-Our-Mary-By my faith—
But-That-This young-Woman-Is-Protected-
So vigorously-By-MyselfAnd Amen-
That-In-The-Security-Of-Her-Existing-Fires-
I-Can-
Extend--Protection-To-All-Little-Boys and girls—Because-Just as you-Are-As you live—In their unsecured hours--I-Have-Brought-Your-Mirrors-Out-
Set-
Amongst you-
By the feet-Of nines-And saints-By the brooks-With pine trees—As hair--Emergent--If-Their-Ears-Are-
Sharper-Their-Keenness-Furthest-For familiar scents-
(they are your groceries)
Dispersed-If-They-Hear-
Of unsuited-Intentions-For-The innocence’s-I-Want-
The-Rivers-Slow-Open-Alarmed-By-TheirBeds-If-Those-Fires-Exist-They’Are-For-Un-soulful-
Met-If-This-Protection-Is-Not extended-To-Every breath—
St. John-2
They’re-On the edges-Of broken light--Dispersed-
There—Sewers by-The mirrors-
Race-Out-Unchecked—
Not where I am-
No where near us—Hope-Or be--
Though-They can shout-Out—
Like-Beggars—For a favor--
And lepers-Of my deeds-
And for their-Walks--Along-
The streets--In the city-Of skies—
That-Came out—Out-Of the clouds-
To-
Hold--The-Weight-Of-My-Creations-In-
The-Jesus-
And-Mary’s-Scents’—
Spread-For-
My rays--Oh-How-The-Quietness-Spares—Us-Alone-And-Reeds--
The-Bottomless-Pit—
You-Raked-Is dark matter-
Wavered in-And out-Into-
Where-The-Edges—Of two-Universes-Can never-Meet-But-Exist apart--Where-You’ll-Be the-Messenger-Of your-Names again-For-Their-Hearts-Are-Here-As--Their souls-Are above--
Everyone-Shares--Same-Heaven-And hell-We-Are-Their-
Wind-And sail--
I come here—
The living God-
With-
The-Fires in my-Legs--
I mean-To-Give them--To the-Only-Angel-I’ve seen-
And felt--
Pam--Falls-From--Heaven--To-Green-The-Oceans-Wealth-With-Our own--
I know-None--But the righteous-Are in-The book-Of life--That come-Out-Of these-Trenches-We’ve-Honed-
Not the--Clowns-Nor-The-Zombies-you’ve-Taken out-One after another-Not even-Whispers-Of-The-Stones deaf-In-The-Land of plenty—
John-
I hear-From My-Mary-That-You’re-Our-Favorite-That-
You’ve-Stood-Apart-
And-Faced-My-Assassins-With your head-
John-We shall reveal—It a here—
We-Mustn’t-Either-
Allow a young woman-Who carries the-Weight of-The world-Be called-the devil-Without electrifying-Every eye--And sense-
Deep-
Its her fate--To be the best-Loved woman-Of both haves-Of the-World--
Along my Mary-The mother-Of hopes--
Two mirrors -4
Every star-
Has-Mirrors-On all directions-
And-Windows-In the blue--
That-Sit-By-Every-Season-Of existing-In-Their lives—I-Mean-That—Each door-Opens-To us-And closes-By-The weight-Of-Their arches-Below-
Which are-These-Tenements-Not so much-Properties-But people-Undivided-
Wingless-
Shadows—
That-Know-Their existing-Places-By light-And matter—
Close—
As in-They feel--And can hear-The senses of home-By my-Sent—And those-Submitted—I know the-View-From here-
Lasts-3
We have-Crops-And crews-Of-Dense rigid-Dances-That--Better left--
In yesterdays-Mists--Un-returned
They’re Mark’s-That man never-Reminds-Me-Of-The whole--Of the moon--Nor his gospels--
Its better to-Leave him-Back-By the-Horses-Gallops-
Over the cliffs--
I know-He-Always wanted-To be-More like-God-Himself-But Mary-Didn’t want him-
Nor did I—Approve-Of --Rottenness—I-Know-This Hillary is-Last--I-Know-Shakespeare-Is-Dissolved-In Peter--Its-Where--His-Wishes-Are served--His stars-Are-Laid-Out-
By men—
He only-Desires himself-For another-2000 years—Except when-He’s by the dreams--I only dream of women—(His and our own,)-Undivided--
And my nines-Are finished--Venus--Was brave as always-Headlong into--The right of earth--By Eve-And Mars too--She wore the-Strangest gowns-Before she left-I thought-How can any woman-Has such strapping—Feet—
She left like-I remembered--Blaming others--James-Pretended-Its all his plans-Comings and goings-But I knew better-
And saw my own--Refection and chance--After all—He left-Protecting-The life of-Christ—And Mom--Called him-
A savior—To Please-His names--
I-Think-Everyone-Leaves--Knowing-Forever-Is-Here-And-Believing-Only-Gods has kept-Their--Being--Intact—
Rivers-2
Sometimes-You have to let-Blindness-Waves itsef through-
It’s the perfect-Absence-
Of your will-In the dark-I-Hear silences—Everywhere—That-Aren’t loud-Not un-beautiful---Held in-
Checks of air-Silk-like--Astounded-
Everyone says-My rigor-Set back is--To myself—And-Against God-And-All his nature—
The moon--
The sun—I-Know-
The fish’s-With him-
Every time-
The wind-Carries scents-Of oceans in--Like sirens----These-Fables-Of him—The murmurs-Of songs-I’ve never heard—
In the rivers-Of salt-And iron--Closed spaces—In woods--
The-Stirrings-Are all-
In their favor-
She says--Looks like-His women lie—Around him in lace-And unwritten flowers-In colors-Of my own dreams-
Radiant though-Chaste---
He sees-The faces of everyone-He’s known—For purity-
On the outside-Edges-Hung-
Like-Sum reflections--
Faith--
I-Think-There are-Enormous-Bars-Restraints, against you-
If-I come out-From under-The-Weight-Of so much sin--Repeatedly-Conscious-And willful-If-You-Don’t change--Even the-Stones-On the grass-
Refuse to--Shield--You-From-Rays--Of-
My intentions—
Finished up to here—from this page on—transfers from chronices--3
Movements-0
It’s a fallacy-That I’m-Moving at-
All-
With-The-Center-In-Always-
So permanent-
It is-This-
Then-
That—Heart-Propes-
Times-
And-
Sense-
Its-
Fables-
Straight--Around-The heart-And-The-World-Forms-
Itself-
By-
The footsteps-Of-
The hearts-Body-
As-
It-
Weighs-Its-Self-
Around-
In-discovery-Of-Horizon-
Speed of light-8th
You-Moved so-Fast-
Here-Some-Of the lizards-Barely-
Exchanged-A breath-Before-
They-Sub-
Certain-8th forever
The-Only-Thing-Around--
Me--Is-
Weight-Here-
Where-
????The seven-Don’t exist-
They are-Really-Names-I’ve created-
For the nuances-I meet-
The--Seven-Spirits-Are-
Another-Way-Of-Saying-The-
Races-
Have-
Opened-Their-
Arms-
Above-
And-Someone-In-My-Name-Sits—Over them-
Not-Observant-
By-The-Rules-Of the house-
And-Nines-
Are-Indistinguishable-From the-Rest--Of-
Weight-
They’re-Really-By-The-
People-Sent-
‘I-Eat-very-Little-
And-We-Are-So-Unlike,’
But-No matter-
What anyone-Tells-You-
Regardless-
Of-Whether-Anyone-
Exists-
Apart from-Who--
The-Weights-Objective-
Is-Always-
To-
Gather--
Around-Light-
To-
Isolate-
Distinguish-And-
Raise-
Him-
Above-
All--Else--
I-Have-Found-
No-
Other-
Abstraction-Or-
Whole-Truth--
(and-that-there’s-really-no will-on-that-side,)
its-automatic-for-center-of-light,
Book of nights-6
It-Takes-Someone-From-Outside-
And up-To-Explain-
This-
Someone’s-Who’s-
Only guilty-Of love--
And lust--
But-These-Women-Down-
There-
Who-Sing-Of-Tattoos-
On-Men-
And-Vacant-Stares-
Of-Their-Women-
Are-Only-Taking-Of-Loss-
They-
Hear-My-Talks-Of-Faith-
And-Their-
Senses-Tel-Them-
Its-Meaning-Must-Be-Tied-Into-Things-
That-
Last-
And-
They’re-Foods-
Sediments-Sans-
Heights--
And-
They-Set-Them-To-Begin-In Mary’s-Keys-
Its-Meant-To-Tae-The-Believers-First at-Hand-
Different weights-8th
Its-The-Difficulty-Of getting-Things here-
Even-Though-
You’re-
The creation-
Its-Because-The-Weight-In tings-Aren’t-Similar-The-Weight-Of-Left-Is-Horrendous-
Men-Of-Rape-Is-Crucifix-
The-Difficult—Weight-
Is-By-Women-Though-
Fairs-And-Escapes-
Of-
Monitors-
Into-
Haste-
Its-Voluptuous-Though-
Unprepared-
For-
Determination-
You-
Seem-To-Know-
They-Weigh-
But-Know-
You-
Better-
By-
The-Cruises-Of-
Faith-In-Them-Is-
Ush-
Its so-Comforting-
To know that-She exists-
By-A chest-Full-
Of articles-That--Penetrate-
Deep-Into-Her stars-
Starting--With Sirius-My love-
Then-Go-To-Your left--
Tell-Them--
How-Te-Archers-By-
Following-
The view-
From top-
By-Lingering-
In-The battlefields-Of now—
Spirits-8th
And-Everywhere-I go-
I’ve-Ignored-The-Overwhelming-Method-Of-Nines-And-
Doors-
That-The-Body-Is-For them-
Just a shell-
(its-the-way-of their existing,)
Mine-Isn’t-Same-
But-
To-Those-Who really-Should-And-Must lead-You-By-
God-Himself-And-
His-Spirits’-The-Way-
Chaos physics-Small wings-2
And-Still--The strangest thing-
The petite-Feet-Of yesterdays-Leeches-Want-To-Lead-
I-Think-Everyone’s-Heard-That-
I’m vulnerable-By-The-Slightest-
Measures—
That-
Anyone-Can sit by-Her-Vibes-
Of-Trust-
I-Thought-I-Know-We’ve-Paid-For the-Lepers-Weight-
I-Know-The house-Of-Symmetry-Has-High-And .lows-Impenetrable-
Lets-Lead-By-The-Height-
Of imagine-I-Know-I feel-
More-Comfortable--
When-Even eshghe-Has-To-Declare-
Her-Favors-And-]Boundaries-
And-The next one-Does-
And-She-Who-Listens-
Has-To-Follow-
The-Calms-
The-Poetry-Of-
Women-
Are-Booundaries-Of-A sheter-We-Worn-
I-Beong-By-Virtues-Of thus-To the-House-Of-
Ove-And-She-Eads-
Whom-Follows-
Chaos-4th wave
How-Do we manage this-
The James’s-Left-40 million-Useless-Yellowish-Dim-Lights--(dead,)
Spread-Over dark-Matter-Like-Lepers--
If-They aren’t--Bad today-
They-Will be-
By-Tomorrows-Wake-
So-Much litter--Left-
After-His-Grand-Tornado--
Only-A fool-Would-Call-These-Zombies-A ransom-For-
The king’s-Return--
And-The-
Hands women--
Are-The grossest-
Scariest-
Portraits-Of-Womanhood-
I-Have-Ever-Known-Or-Felt—
They-Beg-For-Jobs-On-Screens-Everywhere-
Or-
Violence-
Follows-Me-Home-Like-
A-Trail-
I-Can’t-
Shake-
Everyday-Is-Now-Or-Never-
The-One-I saved-Yesterday-IsTomorrow’s—
Terrifying-
Bad-Breath--
As-In-
They-Start-Penetrating-Clear-But-
Have-Neither-
Will-
Nor-Faith-
They-Stand-By-The-Doorways-Of-Time-Wishing-They-Were-
Always-Someone-Else-
It-Means-
As-Much-Friction-
As-The-Sod-James-Themselves-
This-Man-Buried-His ass-
Engraved-In-The horizon-Like-A-Flying-
Figure-Of-
Hate—
For-
Us-
And-My-
Saints--
I-Hear-His-Thoughts-And-Cringe-
Knowing-
The-Man-Wasn’t-
Bright-
Ever-And-Never-Was-
By-The-House-Of-God-
Himself-Or-
His-Hearts-Weight,
But-As-Deliverers-Of-Their-Own-Bundles-Of-
Greedy-Fame-He-Stays-
Not apart-
He-Says-
These-Men-No one-Wants-
Are-The-Refugees-Of-My-Own-Cries--
For-Help-
As-In-I’m-
Way-Over-My-Head-And-
Can’t-Fight-
Your-Will-
But-With-The-Slightest-Tremor-
That-
Shake-Me-
From-Within—
And-They-
Follow-
Us-Everywhere-I-Go-
(His zombies train.)
They-Just-Have-Enough-Sordid-
Fuel-In-Matter-To-
Look-Through-My-Days-And-
Lose-
Hope-
And-Feel-
Unnerved-
And-Non-bright--To-Miss-
The-
Holes-Spread-By-The-Way side-Of-This house-Like-??????
I-
Hear-Him-And-John-
In-
The distances-
He-Believes-In-The-Devil-Of-His-
Own-Heart—Saved-
And-The other-Relents--His-
Legs-To-
Him—To-Obstruct—And-Throw-Away-
In dust--
But-
None-Can--Lie-Here-
Sick-Or-
Starved-Meanwhile-
And-Truth-Be-Told-
No one-Has-The-True-Will--Of-God-
By-His eyes-
Who-
Would-Have-
Cleaned-Up-This—Mess-
Without-Needing-
To-Wait-
By-The-Will-
For the-
Sparks-Spark-My-Way-In-
In determined—Lie--
-------------------------------
TheYour-Way-
And-Shall-We-End-Them-By-Your-Soul-
Every-Tentacle-Of-Strength--
Resurrect-Us-In-Force-
I-Say-Until-
My-Dying-Hours-And-Date-
You-And-Your-Troops-Of-No-Women-No-Men-
Shall-Subside-
The-Best-Of-Ours-Will-Take-
Fight-
I-Must-reduce-
Your-Stars-Back-In-Time-
I-Have-To-Bring-
The-best-Of-Manhood-Forward-And-Not-
Peter pan-1
It’s the-Most-Raggedy-Ann-Doll-
Troops-I’ve ever-Seen-
Peter’s-Married-To his-
Boyfriend-By Cane-
I mean-TogetherThey-Wrap-Around-My fingers-
Sold-
Like their-Fate-Is-Met by-The endings-Not-By the-Beginnings-
Of Soul—
I see-Them-Out-Of pictures-In the air—
Off my leg-Mendicant-Objects-Unfaithful-Faint-
(how can-a half-man-have faith,)
When-Everyone-Around him-Is heaven-Born-Or meant--
How-Can-He-Sit-With-The strong-Around-Him-
Who-Openly-Breathe-To-Exist-As with-Gods names-
But-Its-The most frequent-Feeing-
I have-Ever held-
This-Enormous-Disrespect-For-Peter pan-
And-His leper-Friends-
And-Its-Strange-How-
Its not-Music-At all-
The-Judgment-Of a man—
(Oh, he-can steal-meanings-from-reminders,)
But its-Deeds-
Its-Whether-You-Hang-By-God-In-Straight-But-Vulnerable abodes-
Its-How-
You-Become-
A partisan-Of wrong--By hopes-
Hollow-2
This-Is-The worst-Snapshot-
Of-An-Existing-Place-
You--EverCome across-In-Million-Years-
I-Mean--
Lisping-Men--Assassins-By-My-Leg-
Made up-Little-Figurines-
That-Complain-Night-And day—
She’s-A-Little-Slow—
He’s-Too fast-
With my-Life—In him-
But-Fades—Irrelevant-Every-
Moon-Day-Or so-By-
The relentless-Weight-
Of-His-Sins-By her-
I-Want-Why-The-East-Manly-Object-Of-Masculinity-
Sleeps-With-
A gun-For noble-Men-
To say-She’s-A woman-And-You-Are0-A begger-By-Our-Way-
I-Make it-So-
Your-High-Stay-Ow-As-Your-Intent-Have-Been-I can’tAllow-Into-
I-
Want-You-On-The right-With--The-Villains-We say,
He-Sleeps-With-Him-And-Reeks-Of-The-Enemy-Instead-
I-Said-We-Want-You-On the site-Of good-In faith-
He-
Dresses-By-The mountains—And-Disappears-
But-Heres-The most-Disturbing-Thing-About-
Your-Women-Haf-men,
They-Don’t-Want-You-To-Describe-The-State-Of affairs-
For-Their-Grand-Shames-Known-
Itsef-And-
What-If-You’re-A itte-Woman-
Bwegging-By-Gods heart-And-An-Assassin-For hire-As-We-
Oh-No-
They ike-Reaity-As is-Subverted-However-0
To-Thewir-Own0-
Oh-But-It-
Gets-Worst-
They urround-The beoved-And-Ask-For favors-
They-Prevent-Me-Fro-Expaining-The woman-Who’s-Carrying-Their-Weight-Entire-On her-Own-
How the word-Is-How-Grand-She-Aone stand by-Him—
Zombies-2
I’ve got-A long-Way to go-
I-Don’t-Meet my spirit-Anywhere—
The-Reclining-Young—Man-
On-The train-Is too-Feminine--
These—Hatches-Dropped-
On-The-Grounds-Coerce-Themselves-So Low-
Its-These-Zombies-
Spread-
Like-Small--Animals-
Dressed-So-Peculiar-
As humans--Odd-Strange-With-No eyes-Of absence-Only-Eyelids-
That-
Trees-3
The-World-Isn’t-
Solely-
It-Needn’t-Be-
I-Know-The giant women-Some men-
I-Couldn’t-Have survived-By-This deal--
Its-Not-I would-Or can-
The thought-Of anypone-Hamnging-By my head-Apart from heaven-
Isn’t hope—
James’ one constellation-2
You can’t call-Him us-
Can’t call them-Men-Or envious-They aren’t-Hunters either-
The roots-Aren’t-Of M
It isn’t so-That he is-By me-Safe-
I’ve-Divided-His-House-
In between-
My best-
Received-His-Resignation-
By my heads-
It wasn’t-
That-
I know-What his-Mothers-Say is-True-
He-Doesn’t-Live-By the-Source—
Imitators-3
No one-Accepts-The-Substitutes-Out-There-
No amount-Of-Deaming-Celebrities-Has-Essened-The burden-
No dreams-3
I go to-Sleep knowing—
I don’t-Dream-
My waking hours-Are all their-Dreams-
Confided--
In-Abstractions—That-Can’t be-Torn-
No-Not-In-Secret-Terms-
Nothing-But-Straight-Forward--Abode—
B y-Lords’-
For-Nightmares-They-Have-Bells on—
Your-Food-Leez (hell,)-
Unhopeful—Loathes-
That-These-Images-That appear-
By-The variations-Once-In a while—
Are projected-Fibs-Of-My own-Myths-
Destroyed—For-Why-One-Woud-0Circe-Enduring-Eternal-
When-And-Where-
Every-Perfection-
Practiced-Derived-
By-The waking-Hours-By-Forth--
Its-Just-The lies-Don’t-Can’t-
Mustn’t-Believe-The-Faiths-
Of-Whole—
Night out-Nine in-2
Venus-Your half-women-Hoarse--Mad-Chase incompatible-Beauty’s--
Eyes-Devoid-
Of safe feelings--And gathering light--
I’m-Giving-My white flag--And sure vows--To-
My favorite--Enemy’s past—Unbound-
She-In the bent--
Repose of—Constellation-
Arouse-
Fevered-
Blue and red—
Fertile-
Reigning—The virtue-Of a woman –Is in her-Duty to God-And their house--
That the-Safety-Of others is--Where--Her only-Shelter-
And rest arrive-
From--
Bold-Placed-Into her-Own-Hands-
Of justice-
And calm--
That I’m-
Received-As I am--The-Beauty—and-Depend--
Of-The crown--
Feeling-As the-Height-Of-The-Womanhood-And its proud--
Venus-I-Believe-That you’ll-Squander-Every-Becoming desire—In between-A man-And his wife-
What-A beginner-Can’t--
Succumb-
Is-His-Own-Wealth-Of-
1000 stars-That-Pray-
At the silent-Moss-The-
Wealth-Of Venus-Is in moving-The rats-Into-Qualm-Removing them-By the-Sounds-Of my –Own-Drums-
But-
What-
Those-Hounds-
Can’t-
Soonest-
Deny-
Unfound-
Is-
The-Search-Of that-
God-
For love-
Dances with save-2
I-Don’t know-Where she-Gets her-
Chance from—
The-Quiet-
Eloquence-
Of terse—Taut-
Loosely--Map-Planned--
Like-
The wave-Of-A feeling-That-Arrives-
For the-Quickest-
Fate--
In between-Never-Having-Had--Arrived-And the-Fables-Of being met-
For-
The-Belief---That-She’s-Sat by-The hours—For the prize of-Seeing-
And felt—Alone-Instead--
Knowing-Like-A tyrant-Who is-Favored by-The best--I-Find her-
Grievingly-
In my-Despair--For a mate-Sighing-From-One reproaching-Crowd quick-To the next-Hearing-Things-That no-Woman or man-Can ever mend--Hoping though-As I am the-Only savior—Of fates-And-If she’s alive-By the slow-Breath of my-Own will-If-She steers—Near--Freer ever-Than-The arrival-Ought-By feel--
Shall she-Be our-Own willful death—Easiest--Will I-Regret-My own-Expire-In her-Sudden-Favor’s mist--Will-She be-Resurrected back-As I am god-And soonest-Must our returns-Will-There be she--By her developed-Heart-As his--Only maintain----
And will the love—Of god-As her man-Persuade the-Few-Who knew--
That in between-Their-Body and soul-Lies- The vase of-God’s heart’-Soothe-That whether--In 2000 years-Or in the-Quickest perceptions-And whims--This closeness-Of theirs--Is as found-As the-Longest-Wait-In-The-
Fields-
Of forever by-You-
Matter’s one-22
You-And your-Shadows-Sirius--
Can change-The tyranny-Of many creeper-Abodes-
By-The son--Of stars-And fathers-Width--In the horizon--Of souls-
Its my holy--Ghost’s-Despair-At the-Site of-These rails from-
One—Oh--How you see--The beleaguered-Hide-
Their thoughts-In bread and wine--
And-Their—Loss-Or is it-Fall--From heights-That-Rains-On-My heaven-Is it your-Keenness-Of breath-Or that-Our fates-Are so tied-Together—Or my imagines-
Bereft-Each time-You-Aren’t-Feared near-The cloaks must-Be closing in--
Faithless—Estranged-
Like thieves-
They really-Lose their way-So quick-
Or-Anyone-On a stool-Can see-
The-Messiah’s-Light for ages-I-Heard if-Christ isn’t-Reachable-For his--Protection-In the hours—They want-To find-A climb-To-His hopes-
By Mary-In despair—
And fight-
I-Tell you-Sons-Daughters-Wives-The-Protection-Of the mother-
Is-As holy-
As-Any-Child--Of-Hers-Or mine--So-Take shelter-In those--Deeds-My-
Fires-Are a favor-That see—The-Wrongs-
By every tree-And light--
Circling-
Greenness-Born-Of souls-
Are our true deed-
And find-
For home—
King of felt-3
Control-Is-A favorite-Thing here-
My nature-After-Leading--Its weak--Painstakingly-Alone-In every grove--Hopeful and-Bereaved-Like a man who’s-Been given-Two centimeters—Of land-For-Oceans worth-Of breathe—But—Given for his-Heights—From himself-To home--In greet-
From omniscience-Of sensing—The being and form-Not words—Of meaning deserted-
Like patches-Of foam-
Without wings--But-Reading the—Writing on-The-Wall,Seeing that-All writings are-His-Without their-Deeds-But done with-Him-For--
The empires-
Of receive--And-Fending his-Loves-Arrows-To please them--Reckless-
For the wealth-Of-AllAs the archers-Feet-
And I-Know-Freed from that-Devotion-She’ll cease-Back in me—Expectant—Evolved-Once more--As-The scents of begin—Boom-
Laid as our seeds—
Throes of light-2
They can’t be—Opened-Into the sleep--Blue—
Like roses and favors--Mate-
Never painted—By the hours-That see-The trays inside-The forms-And confirm-Her vibrant stays-
(Like love,)
She says from the-Roof-Somewhere inside of-Me-The liquid sky-That dreams her--Is-Always awake--The-Bridges laid-By our leaving--She repeats in-Wither-
Are rays of-My forever’s--By his days-That-Seemingly-
Play as your-Wishes-(Oh hordes of meet,)
But are the-Grand landscapes-
Of our makings-
Unfolded-Into the waiting-
Fields-
By the screens-That think-Like the faith maker-Of late-
Steer clear-Of-The sins-(Whispered,)
To his-Woman-Like she’s been-Carried-By a plague--
Oh-How they mourn-The loss of-Love--
Like heaven’s-Been made-To-
Crawl-Down-From-Skies-And cry foul—For their might--Its-Believing-That clears-Their head this-Cold--Its-Seeing-That-The-Gazer-Has-Met his-Meanings-By his-Stares-My way-She repeats-As she knows-
As-I-Play her-As-They see-The-Verses-
Before-They make-Their journeys-Favors--
In squares—Of the maker—
(Wakeful,)
J-Next (Names,)
I want-A more internal-Dialogue-
In-Between-The man and his-Faces-Mary-And Eshghe-
These-Doors-Like their-Breath-So faithless—They eave-Home-For-Consciouess that-Aren’t close—
Like doors-Opened-In consciousness-
Doors-
That Ashna-Had a strong consciousness-In her living-That-Can never defend-Her-Stars-For the-Weight-Of the-
Sins-Of Marys-Women-Have gone too-Far-Indefensible-I-Said we-Can’t sanction-Across-The rivers-Uness her-Women are-Dropped-Like crows-In the waters-Their nais-Grew-So heavy-
Their-Iving was breathess-For hours and days-And both-Pam and I sat-For days-Reminiscing-What strong-Passionate-Coud have fet-Ike-Withpout-Mary egs-
Out of heaven-2
The burgeoning is-On the edges-Around-
Like the most urgent-Spread-Tendered-By billion-Lights--Of my gaze--
We planted—Them-On-Every star—Willful--Along the-Boardwalks-And mirrors-Of my way---
It isn’t—Calm waters-Ever--AlongThe wastelands—The channels—That-Throb--With-Violent legs-
Sirius is-Yellowy--Thick-As a crocodile-With her sins-I have-Kept eyes-Of abandon-On her-Until-Her ways-Are-Clear by me--As in-No more-Than two words-And none faithful-Wings-Until her-Feet are washed-And cleansed—By faith--
And the-Center-
Mark-Is the same--Story-
Of a chapel—Maligned—Not sanctified-By the hours-John says-If-You draw a line-On any surface-If Mark-Crosses it-
Un-willful--Its-A Journey--
Of a charge-
In waste-
And dreams that-Gone awry--
So-We give-Them what they-Want-As-Mary-The-Body confirms-
She says-
Lay the-Yellow-Women-Of-My rivers-
(God and my soul mate,)
But--Release them-With-The trespassers-
Into-
The-Same-Fitful-
Waters-
Rid them-
As we’ve-Done-To-
The-Serpents-That-
Preyed-
On the-Innocence’-
Acts—5th—8th—Seven--
Perspective-2
You don’t-Understand it-
Between-The body-And its-Stars-
Must be-Laid--10 billion-Miles-Of exist-
Or-I can’t-See my-Own refection-Awakened-
Alarmed--
By our rising--I-Need-The-Translation-Of-Each name-Connected-And enlarged-In-10000-
Hearts and Arms-Of Christ-
It-Isn’t-That-We’re holy-Just-
Its-Just-That-The--Holiest-Has-Thousands-Eyes-Crossed-
Circles-6,7
That woman-Abandons-Me alone-
Like a thickness-That besieges--Wealth--
The first circle of-The shield-Is fairness-Housed—Like my own-Reelection-
Favored-in-Like a prayer-Well-read--
Appearing good-Is the-Way-Of-SeatingBy this soothe-She greets--Me-Like a volunteer-
That-
Hides a-
Lover-Who’s been—Both--Seen-
And felt—
The middle-Is—A wayfarer-She leaves-For jobs-
Like a woman-Whose journey-Is not—well-Understood-As in-She breaks--Out-Despondent-For air-And grieves-If-Unreturned-For-The-Greenness-
Of her-Instincts-
Among the woods-
Which she-Carves-Intermittent-Clear-In my names-
She-Sits-By-The foot-Of my leg-
Dreaming-By the-Fires-
Of-Her-Returns-To us-Or-Is it-The ways-
She-Could-
Have-Been-
Left--I-Think-
Like a pariah-She knows more--And tells even less-The-Third-Shield is Pamela—She breathes-The-Oceans depth in-For heaven too-
And ties-Her own fate--Along—Like the dolphins-
She dreams—Of seeing--But doesn’t—
Remember—Where and-When—I-Come first and last—
Dependable-
Like a safe-I see her adored—In the horizon-
And breathe-The one-I laid-
Together-We break-
The-Strictest-Matters open-And-Fend-
Them—As our own—
Fate-Then-
I plant her scents--Along-My rains-On every shore-She-Whispers—
That-Somewhere, a part of those lines--Is our own wedding date--
Acts-8th-6-10-
Dark matter-7
Your reflection-
Steps quietly-Into these-Mirrors-That sit-On my left or-Right-
Oh-Your reflections-If the wavers-Of these objects-Let me steer--Them-For you’re constantly—Un-keep able-Unfound-By my eyes--
One claims to have-Been here--Since the beginning-Of beauty and light-
She-Hasn’t the courage—Of love-
And all her appearances-Are by loss’s-Of man---
She rather--Carries the-Quivers-Of destruction-Faithful-
But only if you ask-As in-She says unconvinced—With her other knowing-
‘I’m waiting for the-Breaths of his snows--To arrive’--
She doesn’t mean well-And doesn’t know it-Except for-Insisting-Reluctant—(Just like a mirror,)
All meaning is theirs-‘Her father-The son-And the spirit’--
She leaves by the-Clocks—
Dressed only, as a bear--
But shouting like-Death-
The-Other-By my left-Has giant teeth-Of harvest-In debt-
The tillers-Are again not-By their--Own-Until-Every fever-Has been-Fed-
On her-
So-She-Leaves--Often-Never dreaming-Of return--
Their-Women-Complain-Too-Much-Of the men-They make-
In their-Own—Tarnished-Images-
Not Gods-
Ours-Are-Serene-Servants-Of the mothers-And no one else--Though-I am her-Son as well-
She-Promised-
Her-Love-Shall be returned—Someday-And it has-Watchful-Correct-
Like the verses-We wean together--In her-Stars-As they wonder by--
And-I have no-Mirrors-
Only love-(Never seen mirrors-Hold love well)--
And even that-I carry everywhere-And-For the sake of all-Burgeoning-
And renewal-
We pretend—
We’ve never met---
As she confirms-
Every mate-
Dawn-3rd
These are the-Mornings-You walk-Before dawn-
Bowing your head-Like everyone’s your-Favorite-
As though-Their weighs-Are finally-
By your own-Intimating-Every word-And intention—Well-
The-Women-Stop-Calling-You the Messiah-By the windows---They feel-The-Love-And pretend-Its not their-Hope--
White men-Don’t insist-On crying-Foul-Or-Gay-
It’s the knowing-That everything-Changes--Soon-
Someday-
The-Black men--
Stand like-They belong-
To everything-And nothing-At once-
The prospects-Of-Tomorrow-Are faintly-Read-
By their woes—
She tells-Them-Though—
In measured-Doses-Of our beat-That-
What they hear-Isn’t- their-Home-
It isn’t hers---Either-
Its by the-Faith-Of-One-
Mans wonder—Alone--
But If its’ chants-Aren’t-Lost-In the soul-
If-The clearing--Is made like-Payers-Everyday-By hope-The-Lights-
Will findTheir-Own way-By-
The light keepers-Gates-The-View-From his-Places will shine-
Themselves on you-And not fade away-
And if-You see your-Homes arrived-By-His-
Shores-If you watch-Salvation-Afforded-
By his mores-
And not fold--If you-
Believe-And protect it-Be charging forth-In deeds-And play-
If-The measure--Reaches-You-Like-Depth-
And greets-You-Faithful-
With its thunder-
Then-
She waves-
Her dress-
And calls it home-
As we pass another-
Hurdle-
Refused-- by her abodes-
Teach-2
They came bloated-
Tint-Tainted-Taut-
For my second coming—And-They-Gathered-
Around-The stars-
In dusts of their-
Own-
Familiar-Silver-Mercury-
Zinc-
Squares-In-
One-Mirrors—Shining-
Grievous--Hungry-
By--The suns—
Which-To their-Amazement-Now wonder-
Hadn’t even been created-Yet-
The--Body-
Has to make the-Round--The clocks-Paving the fields-Serenading enemies-By their loot-And pilfer them—Off the streets--Like a phoenix—
Believing-As you would—Everything that-Appears-By me-Must be deliberate-
And appealing-
But-
They’re only-Here-Divided-And cunning--Like-Lipsticks--And ashes-Saints--And sinners-Without-Qualifying-
Lines-
Dispersed-In-Fields-Of null--
Only a few messengers-To bring us in-And-The terrors from hell-Its-Their sent-Gone quickly-From leave to hate--
The weight-Doesn’t kill-You here-
This isn’t by Jerusalem-Says St. Paul-To Gabriel face-But-It-
Reduces every tear-And builds-oceans-By its saves--He-Means that-Aloneness-Breeds-Only sages-By him--But-Christ-And faith-Are-Our way of-Being-By every-Fear’s-
Wait—And-I think-Thousands-Wounds-Of centuries-Here-
Are suffered-Because-
The teachings-Of the people—He misses--Are grave--The-Buildings--Of every star-And frequency-
Rest on-Seats-In disrepair--
The-Tending-Of my men-From above-
Need-Tenements-That-Can suffer-
And not wilt--
Feed-And-
Not starve-Themselves-
I am leading-Them-Along—Avenues-Of our own-Make--
With my--Women of faith-
Out-Of-These-Wastelands-Like-
A man-Who has-Been seen--
Through-By his acts--
Not-Alone-
With every weathering—Cape--
Captured-And tamed--
I’ve watched-Shadows-Claim--That-They are this earths beds-Laid out like the end-But-Never went--
Without-Harassing-And tormenting-
Us and them-
I-Tell--You-Without-The body-Of Christ-
His heart-And hopes-
Alive-By-Every hour--
There are-No mirrors-Wrought-No-Spirit-Or-Ghost-
Who can-Defend-The empires-
With love—
And same--
Star face-2-2
I warn you-Juliet-If I’m not-Witness-To your virtue-
By every wound-And pray-
If there’s no returning-By deaths’ spell--
There are no too rivers--That prove of-My lament-No-Mirrors-Can hide—Your tears-In vain--
I’ll walk-Along-The shelters-Built-By our name-
And-Every flower-Will ask--For-Its ransom—
Back-
By faith---How-
The pleasing-Of any invention---
Needs-The savor--Of a breeding—Like hers—That-If-By the heart-Of God-Sits-A young woman-Unqualified-
For his-Wait-
Then-
Shelters-Of-All abodes-Will grieve-Their own fate-
And-
If-She came by-The prism-
Of deliver-
With regret-
How-
The-Breathing-
Of gods-
Has changed-
Which-
By the force-
Of nature-
It never may-
Meaning—
Loves’ fate-
By your-Virtue-
Is answered well-
Uproar-9
Time is-
Us-Jesus and Mary-
But-I think-
Time’s--
Forces--
Its slackening—On me-Unappreciated-Worried-
I mean—The-
Mail arrives-Later and weak--
People-Complain-The sun-Is too hasty-His women not-Forceful-
By-The waters-Edges-
The-Fevers-
Don’t ripen-In the rays-Content-
Slower-
Shaking-
Off--The-
Weeds-She says-The-
Prizes-Are-
By-His-Chances—Like events-
Undeclared--
What freedom—Weds—She-Means-That-His-Bride-
Is only-Wedded-By-The dreams-Not his scents--Yet—
We-
Walk too-Fast on-The streets—That-Serenade-To her-Most then--I-Complain-Of the-Absence-
Of-Medicine-For my heart-And-Mary-Disagrees-She takes-The-Side-Of my women-
Serene--Hopeful--Like-
A diplomat--That-Means well-And-
Then-
Even I--Can sense-The-Slowing down-Of favors-In-The-Rear view-Of-
My paved—
Like fate’s--Been-Maimed-
By the—
Women-Declare-
Who know better—
Physics-8
We made-
Sciences here-
Of-Its-Perfect sounding-Physics-Like-
A tyrant-A man-In love with-Himself-Who isn’t me-
At all-
She has the-Whispered-Lay out-
Of-The queens-In my dances-Forgiven-For-
Their-Trust—In the lord-Must be known-
I think-She wants-To take-Over the-World-
Its-In-Her-Favors-Host-If-
They-
Please-
By the--Heart and-Soul-Its is-The-- first-Of their-
Deeds-For showing-
Shelter Works-
I-Mean that-
They don’t-Feel-Service-Like-God and-His corps.-
I-Mean--That those-Feelings-Are-Only-Parts-Of-The sovereign-Of the whole-
And-IfThey steer-Clear-Of the-Wrongs-
That lower-Other women-
Like the-Venus--I’ve seen lately-She’s carrying-Parts-Of hell-
Like a woman-Who’s-Been grieved-
By-Her own-Enemies-
Thick-
Unclear-Sodden-
So-I’ve made-Them-Both-Straight-Or celibate-Because-The-Friction-
Makes-Them-
Most-UndesirableTo--The races-They must-Serve-
By our-Hoard-No woman-Shall-Want-Either-To lead-
Her senses-
Nor a man-Will-Close-Without-
Fearing-His soul-
And I--The only-Source-Of-Their-Beginning-And beauty-
Shall-Leave-
Them-
On-The-Edges-Of-Dark-
For the-Love of Gods-Love-
Breathing-Nothing-
But hope,
Brave women-2
She’s covered-Herself-
In colors of courage-Which one--
Separate a man-From his-woman-
We never-Meet-
Except-In-Abstracted-Nods--Of-Devotion’s-Fears-
By-
The view-Of the world—(In it,)
That-Watches-everything-
In its needs--To-
Know-
Or hope-Love’s fever--
Instead--Of their-
Disease-
Two:
The acts--Of courage-Fray--
The-In between ness-Of us-Like-
There’s-No closing the-Eyelids-Of wars—-Ever--
And-If-Opening-To her-Only-Lights-Of worth--
Are cluttered-Unclean-By-The-Weight-Of the-Men--She’s taken-On-I mean that-There’s so-Much chaos-Spread-Our women-Are-Holding-Their strings--
Like-Marinette-Dances-
By their toes-
And-She is-Of the-Only-
Finest--Cut-Of-The-Prism-Of-God’s-
Home-
Soul-
Produces-Blue-Bonnets-Of whole-Below-
It-Spins-Above-
And gives-The men-Seven-
Soulful-Spirits-Doors-Who-
Are- weighed-So heavy-
By their owns-
My-Losses-Are-Their control—Our dreams-Are-
Wedded-
Wrong-
We walk-10000 miles-To save-Everyday-The-Colors-Of-Home-
And-These women-The Pam’s-And star faces-Come through-As-
The men-Bicker-
And-
Reduce-Themselves-
By-
Every breath-
They take-
Alone-
Promises-2-9
We can keep-Your promises-Then--
There be-Other-Perfect objects-Chaste-And tall-
As cunning-As perfection-Hides-Its-Sum-
And as--Nature-Comes--Decided-And found--
I-Mean that-We sat-In-The hours-
Screaming-At-Her--Wrongs-
For-
Not-Having-Been-Answered-And asked-So many times-I-Meant-The frozen-Hours-Come-So unkind-They-Please-The-Vagrancy of-Left-And bring-Her in-
The right-
So armed-
And dangerous-
I-Say-Do you-See-The-Reflections-
Of Christ-
Their star-
She-Sits-In-The rubble-Of crying-Women-And says-They are-My won—
That-
She’s the-Fears--Of everyone-Not our love---I’d-
Have her-Released from-The duties-
But-
She’s only-Mine-As in-She knows the-Nature-Is by my own--Storms-And calms-
The-Rivers-Flooded--In the west-She knew-It-Was my-Dreams-
That-
Were-Rested-Faceless—
She means-
She’d-Hoped-I see her-Own face-
And my-Favors less-
The ice-Meting-She says its-
The heat-
Of their-Backs-In the snow-That melts--
The feelings-That-Swept-Her-As much as-Every one else--She means-Her-Coming by-The foot-Is the only-Compensation-
That’s her own-
Reality’s-Absence-Is a friend-Only-
For thieves-And-
Not the-Christ-
Her-
Lord--
And inventor—
Amen-10-2
This feeling-Of at one-With the body-
Is deserted—Watchful--
On that-Bridge-That-Opened-For the beginning-By their name-Here (Hooshang,)-
From the gap--
The overwhelmed-Cold-Jacket--Of Gods-
Has-Lost-The tempo-
Of his lungs-My own breaths--
Which why-My weddings-Bells-Are ringing-
Late-
She-Of-
Abrahams (Names,)--Wife-
Is-Waiting-With-Her fears of-Dissolution-
Wide awake-I-Mean that-Her courts-Of four--Women-
Are invulnerable-To love--And feeling-Of lust-By men-
They hear-The calls-
Of-Cupid-
And cry-
Like-
Witches-
That’s them--I-Mean-To remove-Every one-Of the leopards-From her-Hives-
Theirs-Or-Any-
Can-Only-Be-Fraught-With-Voices-Of greenness-And sanctity--Found-
Which-Why--Noah (names)-Is standing-In the horizon-Expecting-
His rains-I-
Mean to-Build an ark--To suit-My-Temperament-By those-
Terrains—
As in-They’re—Too violent-Faithless-To be saved---
And Amen-They only—
Wants-To—Lessen-The-Barrage-On these-
Save-These terrains-By creation-
From-Almost-Certain-
Annihilation-He-
Knows-We have-Paid-Dearly-To save-This-Crop-
And-RenaissancesIs again-And-I vaguey-Remember-Hat-This-
Much horrid eath-
Has-A wayward-
Alarm-10,000 years from-today-
which-
hat Gabrie-says-
he’s seen-
the-beasts-
born-
out-
on-the edges-
where-these-faands-born-
of-
By hisChains-
By same-
Noah (Our name)-Is sanding—
In the-Horizon-Waiting-For his rains-
I-
Need-To-Build the-Arch-
To-Converse-With-My own senses-Here-
Let-The ices-Break-
But-I’ take-Most-Of the waters-
There-
I-Need-These-People-To-Go-On-Survive-We’ve paid for-Their sins-
Many times-I want-Them-Not-lost-And the-Violence-Of theirs-
Desist-
Sill-There’s another-
Crisis-10000 years-
Building-
Supeman-2
I don’t need-Gabriel-Then-
He’s a thought-The thing-As he is-
Though-
Managing-Million constellations-By weight-
And charm-From the-Gazes of home-
Dignified-
Straight-As my arrows-
(After hell comes back-to me-)
Long after-I’ve figured outWhy-Hands loom so-Large around the heart-
Why-Every paint---
Expires by them--
Won-Before-
Forming--How-
Objects-Besiege-
Their air-Revealed-
As no-Lies-
By my--Arms-
After-Returning-Her favors—as psalms-Reminding--
Them-
Why Mary Magdalene-Is my always-
Whispers--Sung--
Writing-In-
The-Fields-
Of seeing-For-
Future-
Of-Receiving—
By-The-
Gates-
Of-Heaven—
Armies-
Of--Light-
Remember--Them-Reminding-My-Seven-
Why-Only-The best-
Can rise-Out of the--Fields-Of-Gone--
Arriving-
Increased-
Through-The-Circle-Of every snow-
Carved-
Along-Valleys-
Of—Her-
Fervor-
Wonder-Mounts-
Blue and-
Green--Peaks-Of believing-
That were-Here-
But receded-When-
Gods-
Of-Mercy—
Were-Replaced-By hunters-Of loss-
Circling-In-
Chalks-Along-The-Water edges-Bare-
Asking-Again and-Again-
Why-Her-Legs--Are ivy-Covered-
And late-If-The-Cloudburst-Of Autumn-Are-For the-Birth-
Of her wishes-Or my will-Has-Been—Set-Before-
By-Receiving-
In her-Centers-Well-
Crossed-If-
The view-Of Jupiter-
Is by –Her darkness-Love-
Landing—There-
Before—Her-Drifting—
Apart-
Leaving-
After-Her fade-Has become-My-
Seeming-
That—What-
Receives-
Everything-
And nothing-
At all-
Is us--
Leonardo (Names,)-2
She never thanked-Me-
She never-Did-Acknowledge-The-Drawings-That- Lit my own way-And-Collected-Their mirrors-Without-Opening-But closing gates-Of hell--I-Know-I had-To-Improvise in-So many ways-The-
Mothers hands-Are-Like-Cats claws-Dirty-And bent-
Her-Figure’s-Don’t remind-A soul-Of Mona Lisa-
That-One-
Had-The perfect-Symmetry-Of-Reason—And well-Fares-
And-Cupid-
The star face-Has a veneer-
Ridded-With---
Holes-Of snakes--But hers were real—Mines are-Presents-From James--
By heavens-Weight-I-Had to-
Look-Up-My star on the right-To fill-The-Disfigurement-
That-Hides—Her-
Disease-Of late-(She-Has-Our own-Face withThe fires-In her,)
Then-You have-To-Walk-
The-Train stops-By every-Thief-
And fight-See-
Venus-Has-Never been-What you-Call beautiful—In the eyes of light--Even-Mary knows-And forbids-Her-Son-To-Ever Marry--
That—War-She-Sits-On the roof-And shouts-How she’s bear—Like-But moves--Like-A rat--That’s been-Heard-
And found-
By her soul--
But-
The worst-Is ones-
Love-Object’s-Impermanence—
Circulating--Like--Anyone-Can-Belong-
By-This crowd-Faithless-And worn-Like-That-Kind-Of-
Salvation-Is ever-
Dished—Out-
By-Men of hope-
If-Saints-Have-To-Warn her-Of-Disappearances-From the pack-
If-Replacements-Have-The-Hands-Of the-Lepers-Intact-
I-Know-Venus-Never-Suspected-A thing-
But-Beauty-Has never-Been-Seeded-
By--
Gods-
Of uncertain feelings-And deeds--
I-Sing-Next-Of the-Beauty-Of—Our-
Scrolls-Paul--Is-The one-Who says-Make-Them-Dream-
By us—Make them-Rise-Out-Of-The-
Sewers-They-
Call-
Home-And-
We-Wait-For her-Sarah--Its-The-Lingering--Of-The-Hours-
That count-Until-Our-Heaven-And-Hell-Are-Dried-
By my walls-Until--The-Sun-
Leaves-
And we’re-
By her-
Stars--
Renewed-
Arrived--
Like now-
Capricorn waves-2
If they love-Anyone-
Its us-Sir-
Not you-
Its I-And love-Who-
Never-Fated-Broken-Or-Despaired-By-Nature’s-God-And-Every woman’s-
Seating-By-Quiet-
Seldom-Seen-
Eve--
Not you-If not—
In-The firmament-Of Gods-Mothers-Sheltered-In-The--Shades-
For scents-Of themselves-
Never by-The fires-
If-Not-That firm-
In the center-
That waves--
Watchful-
Like-Magdalene-My save-She-
And her-Neighbors—-
Who move--In-The-Arrows-By the arms-In our silent gazes—Arrest-
She-Says-While being—Painted—From far--The tall-One-In the center-Is your eshghe-
She arrives-Paving-The way-Faint-
And grave-The other-Ones-Are Pam’s-They-Come-Smelling-
Of ours-
Harvest-
Sent--
Both come-Carrying-Your-Messages-Erect in the—
Menace-That’s-My-Weight—She-Should know-Since-They started-Appearing-In-The horizon—Off milky way--From-Paul’s Constellation-There’s-Been-Nothing-Made here—
But mistakes--I-
Only know we--Draw-Everyone-Fair-But-
Love--Comes-
Through-Staring-At your face-Like her return-Has been-Due-And-All surrenders-Have been fake-By our standards—And-Everyone else-Weaves-Themselves-Then-
Like-Her mantra-Has meant-
Them-
Move for you-And-
You soothe-
Them-
In-The eyes-Of their-Chosen--
First—In-
The falling-That what-Begins-Them-
Next-Is-U.
By the-Knowledge-That-What-Invents-All-Is Who---
Hillarie’s-4
You can’t meet-In the-Fields—
For your echo-No mirror-Holds dead dreams—Here pendant--
Not quite-By the-Foot of-The mother-
You weren’t-
Ever given-Free reign-
The begin-Of calm-
Hers at all-She can’t-Cast--You-By the reign-
If-Unkempt-By the-Estates of-
Sin--You repeat-
Unconscious-INo hands woman-Has ever set-Foot-In paradise-
Though-I’ve seen-Some flowers-Raised-
For my gains-From-
Her rejection--
No mother-Of god-Roots of its-Being-
Can receive you-Nor-Freedom-
In their-Existences-
The mirrors-I’ve seen-Are-Changed-So many times—
By-
Their-Deliverance-
That-It isn’t-
Worth-Defending-You-
Deter--Its-Haters-
Mirrors-2
I want silent-Avowals--Made-Everywhere-
I need-People-To move-Familial mountains—For us-
In my-Names-
By-The-Graces-Of their will-
I’ve seen-Gesture-
Faded every-Tint-Of an hour-By-The very-Faithless-
Decedent-
In explanation-And-Love-
But by-Refusal-Through—Wars-And-
Psalms---
We-Know-The feeling--
By the--Roadside-Thorns-
Of-Crosses-Mended—
And-Formed-
Us-10
I have-Love objects-
Likeable ones-We have-Very pleasing-Pretty-
Persuasions-
Lurking-In their-
Shelters—Dark--Erect-Sudden blues-Purplish poses-
Of my fires-
I know the-Styles they-in-Move-The waves-Of their-Unmatched-Clothes--
Fated--Like fairs-
The-Colors-Of eyes-That spark--In expectations-Of--Arrivals-In their coats-
Of winter—By our content--
We see them-Every unmoving-Hour-In thoughts-
And they-Work-In the-Rhythm--Of-My-Heart-Like-
Machines-But-Serene-And-Repentant-
I Know-The books-They carry-
Open-
With their own-Drawings-Spread-Like our whispers—
Met-
Its verily-True-And deliberate-That I lie-With them-Awake-And motionless-
For inception-Of all words-And in-fears-
I know they’re-Hits--In certain-Constellations-
Yawns-If-Their-Men-
Are-Backs--
Stretched-Finite-Like death-
I-Know-Who-SitsBy-Us-And protects-All mothers-And sons-
Abound-
Faithful-
And straight--
No mirrors-2
Its-True that-People look-For their-Own reflections-
Out-In God-And thatI’ve seen-It-Only-In my-Own verses-And verve-By-She-Who-Is-Inside our-Mary-Like-Lanterns-Lit--
They dream-Of our-Content-By day-
And-We sleep-In their-Haze-
Playful-Like wonder-Is-Only-Meant to-Their end--
Its true-
That-every match-Has our sentiments-Like borders-Drawn by-Crosses-
Shining-Wait-full--Of the-Father-
And his-Ghost’s-
Views-Of-
Existing-Planes-
Inseparable-
For-Nature-Has—Only one-Friend-
Pursued-Forever-
And-
Its true-That-We-Chase-
Greenness--And-Chaste-By-Their-Eyes-
Watchful-
As though-
Our future-Is-Paved-Only-By-
Her own-Footsteps-
Of surrender-And faith—
Perspective-7
I think-The most-
Compatible of us in-Seven-Is the Gabriel-Furthest away-
In all constellation-Gates-
Because our-Head-Here-
As everywhere-Is enormous-
There are million-Equips-Of mind-That must take-Place in-Distances-Vulnerable-And never—
Before I-Set foot-Approaching-The destitute-
As well-As the richness-
Still-All my seven-Are immediate-And-Contained-By-Greatness of-Vision-
Perspective-Is contemplation-By-Every act-
In nature’s-
And-I know-That Gabriel-Wish is-Then-From-
Body and soul-That knows everything-Sees everything-And hears-It all-By his center—
Movements -7
Perfection-Is on the-Streets-
Felt and seen-
Its-Not by my-Dreams-
But into-
Movements-Jobs and deeds-It has-To be-In-The guitar--She dispatchesPerfumed-
Caught-Having-Been held-For her only-Wakeful-
Its-In the-Forms-That we-Seek--Pleasing-Them-
Lest-
Any tribes-Is-Guilty-And-=Found-By-My scribes--
Resentful--
Twards-Every-Movement-By the-Mirrors-And fores-Is-To-Remove-Them-
Soulless-
For-My-Eyes-
Time-2
The world is-Exactly the size-Of Gods heart-
Half on-Each side,
Two universes’-Deep-
That-Stretch-Like my arms-By their-Light-
Mary Magdalene-Is my torch-By its vase (Hell,)--
Eternal-Wife-Of mine--
Pendant-Tall-Waif—Like-Eve (Mary)-Herself-
Who-Is the-Serene-
Maker-
Of--Time--
Attached—
The-weight-Of these-Worlds-Collide-And collect-In the-Wheel-I climb—Every day-
Each stone-By-Its gathering-Well-Like a mentor---For the-Wrongs-Of its-People-Make-Themselves-Heard-
Every 2000 years-We come-Out-To meet-This-Gathered-River-Of-Dark-Called sin-Every-Name-Before-And after-Expands-He-Very same-Themes-
Of-Love and hope-
And-We’ve come-Each breathing-Season-Before-And after-
Singing-The-Same-
Calm-
With its-Gathering-
A gathering
For its-Wrongs-
Each blooming-Day and night-Every 2000 years-Their-
Surrender-Reaches-The height-Of-What looks-Like-A pyramid-Of grieves--
The-
Creator-Of-All-And-Every-
Being-Pays-
Its not-A choice-
Everything-Says-My homes-At stake-
And we-Use-it-For miracles-
Every star-In two-Universes-Were created-Here-As I leave---We-
Reveal-Every truth-Of exist-
Ghost-2
The only thing-They’re not-Into-Is forever-
I’ve seen-The most-Astounding-Changes-Made-And fade into-By an hour-In absences-Of wonder-
The Amen-I placed myself—Into a dense-Brown river-With the living-Mary-
Without-Her strength-By-Every passing-Minute--
There-Would have-Been-Neither-A door-Opened-Nor a son-Ever-Willing-
I say-Unto you my-Friend-
The-Only-Forever-Is by-My own-Will-
The ghosts-
Fade-
Like the-Shadows-That wait-On them-For-One breath-
Of-His-
Tendered-Wilt-
If-The-World-Without-
What-Keeps-The-Weight-Off their-Beleaguered-Legs—
What-
Strays-A-Woman-And-Man-Is-
Never-Different—
Its-What’s made-The-Gabriel-Here-This-Enormous-Hindrance-I-Said-Walk-To that-Hill-Alone-He—Went-
With-Mewn-whores-
Of that-Voyages-Of-Non-return-
How-Shall-I-Return-She says-Before-Leaving-Will-I-Be breathing-He-Same-Air-As he-Sees me-Therein-
Nature-2
By your-Own moments-
They’re sudden-Genuine-
Come aready-Developed-By-All heart-And soul=-
But their-Reflections-Like answers-Are-Terrible-Imitations-Wrought-
Joshua tree valley-
They respond-To pre-Knowledge-Days here-
Bitterly-Like waiting-For the-Changes-To come-Around-But not by-Entirety (me,)-
I’ve carried-Amen-Everywhere-here-
Their-Unkind-S only-Calmed by-Hem-
Here-They carry-Us-Breahless-
Shadows and ghosts-2
They tune-Into-Every minute—Of my living-
Like its-Their eternity-But faithless though-(being incomplete,)
Heads that-Aren’t-But rooms-In the rains-
Otherwise-Exceptional,Empty,
Legs-That-Are always-In departure-Unknowing-
She says:(Its better-not to-be,)
Heart that repeats-I am love-
But-Minus the-Devotions-Needs-
Fever says-I am decided-For you-
For appearances-Keep-
She’s from-Shelters-That never-Look good-
Only-On cover-Magazines-
But they-Know better-I do so-as well—
And the-People-They suspect-
The-Greatly-
And we-Seam them-Left and right-Gabriel-Plans a coup-Like a man who-Is both-Certain-And stuck-
Venus-Is a fable-For the-Fools-
That entity-Isn’t-One-And never-Good-
I think-We need more-Straight abodes--
I only-Mean-Women-And men-Who-Can drive-Through-Every storm-
By their fold-
I-Don’t-Mean-Cartoons-And veneers-I don’t mean-Voices-That-Lean-(Anyway the-wind blows,)I know-I mean straight-Abodes-
I think-We mean-Righteous-And bold-
By God--
Places-2
The-Place-
Is-Where I am-Be-
That’s-The ocean-Heaven-
The world-Is here-Around-Us-
Faced
Kansas-Or-St. John’s-The-Ports-
Open-Themselves-Insolvent-
I mean-That the-Bruises show-Like-Materials-
Broken-The-Awakening-
Is-A siren-When-Your-Eyes-Are-Unaccustomed-
To-Well-Meaning ness-They whisper-Hushed-In glances-Down-
Messiah-
Is not-Hope-I can close--
Reality-2
Its-More-Difficult-
Everyday-To extinguish-The-Very established-Reality-
Of-Father-The son-Our Mary-
The seven-Amen-Pam by-My chances-
The-Faithful-Devoted-Nine-
I-Know-They sense them-
By-Consciousness-And heart-
They-Know-The belong-
Not-Fighting-theSurrounding-Sounds-Of god and-his women-
They know-Us-By strength-In-What-Develops-Them-is never-Estranged-
I-See-
The-Crosses-lit-
I-Don’t-Have-To-Shout-At my men-Its-The-return-By two-Its-Knowing-that-All is good-By devotion-In-Lanterns-Of faith—
Mary Magdelene-2
Excuse me-The love of-Your life-
Sugar leaves-Are dried-Out here-To the impenetrable-Stare-Of becoming-And Always return-
Some Voices-Are-So permanent-I hear-
The rooms-Less so-
The crowds-Never so-As the-Deeds-Jobs-
Or the fate-Of becoming less-
Who stare--Knowing-Love-
That's his-Is always-Kept-
By the-Chances-
Near-
Hope’s-
Wealth-
Exodus-April, 2014 A.D.