The Book of Love and Marriage-2

Hooshang Danesh

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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--

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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.