The Chronicles, Poems-4

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The Chronicles,

Poems-4

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What

Whomever is-

Mary-loved,

Is loved-By us,

Grateful,

For,

though-

We seem apart-

We lead-

Inseparable lives-

Our shadows-Lie side-

By side-

We’ve been-

Once Us-

We’ve-

Divided you-

Thus,-

Thru,

The love of-

Your mother,

Must exceed-

The love of your-

Own, for wherever-

Upon the world you-

She’s or has been there-For us,



Head

When they-

Speak of-

Their living-

Its always:

“My head”-

as though their-legs have been-

torn apart, as if the-

hearts are not unfolded-

by such love, as to leave-

them so entirely breathless-

so entirely mindful, of the-

keenest in life’s-

and if left brazen, muted-

in denizens unmarked-

if the duty, to oneself-and-

God is lost,

What becomes of a fate-

So unequal, as to leave oneself-

Un-illuminated-





House,

And behold the-

Rest of you-

If it’s a laden-apparition you’re-

After,Perhaps your head-

Is really far-

Above you-

Entrenched-

Into eternity-

(Light)-

Upheld in-

Thereafter-Wondering-

The easiest way-

For you home-

For to set forth along--

These paths--

Are the eighth-

Wave-

masters,

who have risen-

After their bodies,

(Only)

After Cain and Abel-

Beget,

Genesis 4,5-



Mary

If Havva-

Doesn’t approve-

Its not conceivable--We won’t acquiesce-

For everyone else-

Can not exist-

Unless she’s alive,

Not even-

A silhouette forms-

Without the two of us,

You can’t ever-Be born,

Until that love-

Is met,

Formed-

Into your favor,

Fruition-

Is her inception,

Her cup-

Creed-

Imitation-

Yours,



The Room

“A Body was found”-

on 53rd street-

they missed-

Christ’s room-

by 300 feet,The, left-

Aren’t Abled-

Yet at all,

Abel meant:

That though-

Your soul-

Is re-born,

She (he) has to be-Carried on-

Our shoulders-

Time after time,

And the Greater Bears (Cains)-

Will have to march-

The call to wars-

(you’re off their backs)-

(They have no choice but to react at all)-

But Pam is home-

The crossing is over-

And your body, shall-

Not be showered, for-

The wars in space, are in-

Real as—

Now,



Until two is home,Until deliverance is-

Known-

Before it-becomes,

Back,

To Us,

(From Farda)-



Us

It doesn’t matter-

What you are-

For when you close-

Your eyes,

You’re dreaming of a-

World that must-

Re-invent itself-(After the fall)-

For death is-

Not true,

And for-

whether-

You-

Close your eyes-

Or not,

The dream is-

Done,

I’ve walked through-



Doors unopened-Doors slanted-

Shut,

Doors that-

Can’t exist-

At all,

And the-

Overwhelming-

Revelations are:Tis renewal-

Been too long-

Due,

And the creed-

Must be: the-

Humanness’s-

At loss,

If the reparation-

Un-doing’s ours,

The house will-

Crumble over-

Our homes,

And tribes,

(One by one)

As in the past,



The will of god-Is irreversible,

If the children-

And the meek-

Are prayed upon,

If the consciousness-

Of his is forlorn, by-

Grief over, the ones-

He adores first-And foremost-

Us,



Greed

The canes-

Appetite,

Gredd-

It stalls:Education, environment, jobs-

And so on,

(It arrests every-

freedom,)

For the reduction of-

Their back’s m ass-

There are more rules-

Disclosed,Persist in ignorance-

And be reduced in tiers-

In large bits-

(one by one)-

Progress as educated herein-

And your very shelters-

Won’t be everyone else’s-

Homes,

And these rules have been written-



One after another,

There’s no choice-

But serene co-existence-

Of what’s fair,

(for another)-

It isn’t yours to begin,

It wasn’t yours at the end,

And the in between is divided,By these words—set in stones,

Amongst the jewels borrowed from-

(ours)-

Welfare—

And to hear and not obey-

Is to be without a home:

Out of that tier you’re,

On, re-born on the-

Other side of our,

Fairs,

This kingdom is an-

Immense, oyster-

Of a shell, that-

Shall abandon,

None,Trust us,



Both

No way-I come and go-

Unaffected,

By all the ruins,

The tyranny-

Of men-

Against-

Their mothers-

Sisters,Daughters,

And each-

Other,

The exclusiveness-

Of wealth-

And power,

“Must come down”-

We are sciences-

Priests-

Poets,

And swords-

Continually,



You can redeem-

Gather-

disperse

And reborn,

Perpetually-

Or not come-

Back-

At all,But -

Unrecognizable-

As man-

-Or man’s friend-

As something-

Holy,

That can-

Behold,

Beyond its given-shell:

Both the possibility,

And the beauty-

Of others--



Cost

They won’t uncover-

The truth,

Nor will they-

Confess-

To their-

True intentions:

Which are to create-

Problems-Smallest made large-

To distract-

Consensus from:

What’s really-

Ailing them:

“They’re-

Failing-

Stale,

unwrought

“unhappy” couples-

Pretending-

To be- Straight-

Just to stay-

Above-

Everyone else-By grabbing:



Power and wealth-

Through means –

Made-legal-

But

“unjust”

“illicit”-

Unconscionable-

Just to continue-In the same-

Dormant-

Stage-

As before,

(by robbing everyone else)-

But death-

Will ring-

Upon you,

And there-

Is no way-

Back-

Home,

because:

when all you-

livelies-

In closets,



Guilt-ridden,

Unfaithful,

lofts,

When All your,want-

knows no-

limits,

Eternal-

Yields-

Inescapable-

Cost-

Everyday,Eternal: Befriends only-

Those who befriend-

Our names-

And trust’s,

Ours,

(But for the spirits of-

Four whose bodies-

Are straight, and-

Those who shall,

Use laws for-

Wellness of,

Others,)



Neanderthal Man

For the fear-

Of drowning,

And for the-Sounds-of-music,

(My desire of women)

The shores-

Will close,

To your fates,

For you’re the-

Drifted-

Ferrous,

In the begin,

Malnourished-

Entangled,

In the end-

By the-fisherman-

In me,

Who’s been-Through the-

Road-



Twice,

(Barefoot)--

And Before-

Once came,Through-

The doors-

Tis was written-

Upon the walls-

Confirmed,

Before you-

Can arrive,

I walked-

The acts,

With-

W

O r, ds.

And after you receive-

These, the only way-

Home, is the-Force (my name,)



Smell

The smell-

Of women-On women-

Up- Nined-

So Amazon-

So unfound,

Had to go-

Somewhere,

(It did)-

We sat on her/his-

Grounds,

Watched her moons-

In the horizon,

(Decelerated-

lumbering- orbit)-

A new brand-

Of physiology-Self-contained-

Declared-



And we watched-

With eyes-of yes,

(And made love)-(But they favor one-another)-

And left smelling their way,

Jang

Come through— The doors of me,

Come through-

And remember:

There are endless-

Deserts on Andromeda-

Footprints of Earth-

And that you won’t-

Hear us well,

But you will come-

To berate,

(You’ve been by-

Then)-

And that you—

Bring destruction-

To meet your end-(You have been called

there,)



For to raise a sword-

Against my names-

Is to never be again.-And that your false-

saints, are my sent,

for unless they’re-

covered in waste,

you won’t lie-

in that death-

less, bed,

your end.

Perfection

The path-

To perfection,

Is erroneous-

Illogical,

Made of tiny-

Events that-

Are:

Fortunate-

Tragic,

Accidental-

Seams,

Just to gather the-

Two permanent strides,

That are exclusive to you,

And The God above,For no-

Path to perfection is without,



(Us)-

And no river is complete-

Without yourself,

Proof

I’m looking-

At the crests-

That build up-

A crime,

Not the levers-

Of that whittle,

Those arms-

Move so-

Inordinately-

Out of time,

(Black-and-white),

I can see the shadowy-

Fogs, hang,

Trailing,Every single-

Act of evil,



For they’re-

Dished out,In fields-

Knowable-

(So Telling)-

Fields,

Left and right,

Fields in:

Closets,

Bedrooms,

Pigs-in-the-

Alcohol-rooms,

And no, I shall see-

More than carefully-

More than once, that -

You’re uncooled, by the-

Very frenzy you’re-Leaving-on so-

Unheeded-



Shoulders,

Prove,

Africa, Africa

She won’t be-

Your henchmen’s-

She’s neither yours-

Nor her selves-

To give,

She, is carved-

Of an entity-

Called:

LovedmeGod,

She is never-

Yours to keep,

Nor yours to-

Rape from-

Afar,



She’s an—

Endowment,

Of eternity,

Her planets-

Are as large-

As Jupiter-

And go –

Around-

The Sun’s,

We were born there-

First, and loved more-

Than, you can perceive,



So listen:

“You can not wear my clothes-

nor ruin my harvest,

to bring me litters”-

“And never can you move-

my arms or legs-

unless Lords wishes”

Not-alones,



House

When there are-Two gay men,

In attendance,

There’s the imminent,

Master and servant-

Games,

(For both can’t)-

In a world unsettled-

Only by this-

Relationship,

Racism is born-

To blemish mirrors-

And hide-

(The intrusions)-

everywhere,

Devalue,Hunger,



And greed,

Wonder,

Unquestioned,

(closed)

But I only ask for you-

To share the world-

With others

(Not to deny you-

yourselves)-

And to love-

Your neighbor-

As I love him or her,

For You’re all sons of-

light, sons of the-

day, you are not-of the night-

nor of darkness-



set,

Her feet

She’s no more-

Than a fever-That comes and-

Goes, every so many-

Years or so-

Why?

Trust me nines’-

Sureness does-

Never linger-

In fields of-

Unknowing-

Doubts,

Love’s a –

Transformation,

That keepst me-

And I wear its-

Robe upon whereness-Of meet,



Upon therelessness-

Of hers feet,

(Its no highway)-

It torments me- Not,

With her limits,

(its always here)-

Love’s an inheritance-

That accompanies me,

I like to put its-

Shade upon anyone-

I (need)-

Its always for: another,

Its never so clever as:

(you can be, there,)

And listen:: if Nine’s-

Not-evened-

Out by verse, by two’s-

Spell of its own ghosts-Or names, or celibacy-

For the have-to-perfume,



None can ever approach-

Gods, again, for the-

Very shelter of yours and-Theirs may not hold-

True,

In the eternal prophecy of-

My way,

In the serene un-hesitance-

House-of –yes,



E=MC2

The words-

Aren’t revealed-

For your confirmation-

(But knowing)-

Nor can they be-

Deceived-

Of their-

Meaning-They support-

The world-

Like bones-

Whether you-

Agree or not-

Isn’t our hold-

The padding-

Is made of- No’s,



(you hold on to-

that grief!)-

and if the house-

of yes-

doesn’t succeed-

what becomes-

of you-

Who saves-your soul?

Who takes-

Back-

What you owe-

Song to Mary



Don’t let go of-

Them,Don’t yield-

One is so flawed-

The other’s-

Plenty,

Both nations are-

Ours,

And we possess-

What’s right-Or left,

(they’re in me)-

We deal with them-

According to –

Their anger and-

Envy,

Until the-

Blood washed-Stairs are cleared-





Father is the son-

Just as you— knew-

The judgment-

Becomes-

As the knowledge-

Grew,



Jump

You jump the roofs-

While I crawl through-

The ditches-

Stung,

For they must see themselves-

As one of-

Us,and that glimmer of hope-

the light of the tunnel!



is a dimly shade-

that’s not-

always keenly observable-whether you’re sitting on-

treasures, or born on the streets-

of loss,

and whether you call it abel-

cain or mother(mary)

they’re spirits who must watch-

their spires-

so closely- by being there(adorned)-

just to insure-

the ditches leave-

one by one for-

house of god’s,

and come back-

Unharmed,



She

She equates love-

With receiving-

Alone,

So the giving-

Shall be delayed-

For no time-At all,

And tell them:



The giving is frenzied-

By such love,

That the giving-And the receiving-

Shall be ignored-

For the very sake-

Of the beholders-

Who Sought,

No Stream

I try not-to-

Make a spectacle-

Of disbelief:

But all may-

Be fair in love,

But not in war.If you behave like-

Savages and some animals-



Then, that river must rest upon-

Your soul, taketh you in,

You may tear and be torn-Upon as it- please, out of-

Consciousness’s realms, I have-

Infinite jungles for where you be-

But not here, not on my time, (which-

Is for all time) not amongst neither-

Man nor dolphins, never the dogs-

But that lowest bough-

“What’s: stream?”

Aman

From cats-

To man,

After Albertausurus-

Been driven-and-

Aborted,

He and she consume-

Mass, times ten, nine,(the light in-

the freezer,





Her body-

Seriously,

Mathematician of Today

Its all-

Spread in-

Comprehensible-Divides,

Between surnames,



In between fractured-

Frames,

Adolescents remind-You of him-her,

The climbing-

Of stairs,

To Gettingsthere-

Gathering the mist-

Before the rain-

Falls,

Accidentally-On a northbound train-

(I’m one lucky bastard in, today)-

That spot won’t give it to you-

Its an encampment of-

Prayers,

Until amended-

By-loved’s,



No More, No Less

The more of it-

That it is-

To this story,Is the less, that-

I like to see,

Its not at all-

That the world-

Creates itself,

Its just that-

Creation is-

One man’s seeds,

And the rest follow-

Structured-

Bellowing,

Sometimes oblivious-

But never at fault-

“Of its own”-

For I am-And must always-

Be,



Abe Effect

It isn’t that-

She needs to be-

Acknowledged,

Or discovered, Nor is she left-

Unmentioned by-

The speed of time,

Whether she’s been,

Gratified over and-

Over,

Both to her own lure,

And grandiosity-

Of her clan’s,

(she was born with-

a silver spoon-

in her mouth)-

“Pages and Pages-



Of those testaments”-

Its just that being-

One is a delusion-She likes to carry –

Around and sing out-

Of, to the surprise of-

Even birds who know-

Better, than to listen, and-

Not wonder off, to the keener-

Sounds,

Of the land-



Greatness

Finding relativity-

Is an unhappy-

Tail,

For absolute is-

Ir-relativity’s-Head,

Held,

And though finding-

No absolution-

Is in his fate,

God is not an- only-

Exception to-

Hate,A pre-ponderous-

Unyielding thoughts-

Of love,

Yet,

Still remember:

Though teachers,

Sit on reservoirs-

Of information-

Which have them-

No idea of what to-

Do with,



The students may yet,

And often do, what the-

Teacher-

May have only felt,And so it is with both-

Love-and-hate,

Though none is greater-

Than Gods-

Love,

Relativity-

Allows that-

di-pair,as in I am:

as good as God-

been in my-

fare,



She-1

She’s been-

A daily-

Squandering-

Of un-love,

A daily pilgrim-

Of fits of-Rage,

And I’d go-

On the same-

Uneasy,

Untoward,

Way,

But for the-

Grievous notice:She may enjoy-

Not being loved-

And the remorse-

Of having thus-

Been there!

Curtsied-

Spent,

Left-

But for unerring ness’s-

Death,



View

I have no other view-

But loving my-

Mother,

In somewhere- Near my house-

Which is-

Un-ironically-

Isforever,

And un-ironically so,

She appears in other-

Forms as my wife-

Later,And as my first or second-

Love,

Its all the same-

Where,

Nothing is changed-

Upon,

Cold’s-

Heaven is a whisper-

Of certain constancy-

The changing ness,

Is a heat of-

Adored,



Sure

Make sure-

Its neither dislike-

Nor quarrel,

Make sure the barrier-

Stands for what ‘they’ are,Make sure its one permanent-

Stream, make sure, the reasons-

Are permanently clear, to yourself,

Make sure she feels the same, about-

Coming too close, make sure the widow-

To this feeling can never be closed,

Make sure, Judges not just seen,

But felt, make sure this feeling,Isn’t abandoned by lust,

Nor by pretty-

Appearances,

Make sure,

There’s-

Neither,

Hate-

Nor,

Lo

Ve,



Hyenas

I’ll use-

Broods,

Sitting out there,

To bring you out-

Of yourself and-

Them,

To bring you out-Of surrendering-

Us,

To the hyenas-

On your Plates,

(the sharks on poles-

bottom feeders)-

Which come-

Intentionally-or- not-

“in your name,”

For us, the me in her-

The ‘her’ in us, the-

‘Two’-



The very-grain, of existing-

For the unkempt-

Un held-

But loved-

By (us)-

By the you-In sate,

By the you-

Been-kept,

By you-

Harvest-

Nots,





Bode

my relationship with you-

writes itself down-

unprovoked-

unedited-

without hesitation-

or worrisome,with a kind-

of freedom-



that only promotes-

rivers-

into-inventing-green-

or blue-

sounds-

of old,

transparency-

of-times-

been,

times-in the wellness’-

bode”-

murmur-

of breast-

held-

onto for-

life-

mouths-

that been-

parted,

wise,

or not,never-

been sold,



for weightlessness-

of stones,

or: un fulfillment -of gold,

The left

They’re no more-

Than they seem to be,

No less than they’ve-

Been: Beethoven’s-and-Shakespeare, my father-

(Abel’s)- and my mother in-



Not too long, never-been-

Anointed holy, nor my prophet-

(The holy spirit only verses to-Mohammad-Pam)- these arms-

Can never be-what they’re not-

-Invented for, there’s goodness-

In them, But that goodness is-

Forlorn, if left unattended-

By strings that receive-

The Chaos, perpetual-

undivided and must-Always: Right or-

Be closed,

In our-

Favor,



Closed

Strangest interpretations-

Of the-

Living and-

Their dead,

The idea that a left,

May invent,

Or become someone else’s-

Back,

The mere disorder-

Of their lies-

“Their non-

Existing scents”-

Listen: this isn’t-

Yours,It never was-

It shall never be,



I sow it-

I plant it-

The harvest’s-Taken out-

By us,

Or: (by the right-

In me)-

If the left of me-

Isn’t led-

By two,It Never-

Can be clearly-

Felt or-

Seen,

For if, that narrowness’-

Escape is none,

For all those masses of-

Dark hair ness are cut,

(orthodoxies)

If not acquiescent,

Or pleasing-

To my names,

If not submitting,

To all the wealth therein-

The force shall be with my-Right, for there lies the least-

Calm less ness, of both world,



And there lies, the lead to the-

Houses lower than (yours)-

For neither the safekeeping of-God nor his children will-

Be forsaken for all the-

Darkness’s-

Weight,

And for if I need it no-

More than you need-

Water,

Then,

No more than you need-

Salvation of yourselves,





(the acid in-

their food,

the oil burns)-Have become-

Unbearable thieves-

Of everyone-

Else’s wealth,

(And of themselves,)

They shall never come-

Up- for -airs.)

Nor will any river may-Take their weight-

Upon them-

Unless the-

Stone is-

Cold as-

This-

Faith,



Sadom-and-Qom-o-rrah

Take your burdening backs-

Take your hair and amameh away,

Those who lead our faiths-

By falseness’ saints-

Have led the most-

Cowardly lives—

Since,And won’t ever-

Disappear in,

Deathless,

Waves-

Until:

They’ve-

Lost,

Gomorrahs,

Tell them:

Rats in the sewers-

Can’t be-come,

Nor, Can they be- driven-

Out,



Until the waters-

Engulf them,

(camorra)

And I stood behind the shadows—

Listened for the booming-sources of-

Discord-into my house,

And three of-abels,

Men, were swelling,Of waste,

Failing grievous-

Evenings,

Tell them:

Sum says:-

Half-stay-

And half-

Never be,

Back,

Tell them:

Achilles is dead-

Shot my heel-

In acts that mean-

They’re lost for all-

Time,

Now,



Amen

She keeps going-

To the 10th floor-

(My-men alone there)

And says:

She is so-

Ready to-

Come home,But they verse:

You’re much too large-



And we have to spread-

The sun’s around the world,

And they shall ring loudest,To your home, of chaos-

For the-

Crucifix of our lord,

But it ends in 1945-

And home begins in-

Nineteen Seventy Four,

And you’ve been there-

And three of Abel’s Men,Shall rise against us again,

But with the Bears under-

Your wings, we shall-

Surrender them to-

Our savior,

And then abel’ backs-

Wanted to enter where-

Alone gods are allowed,And I asked the Cain’s,

To stand guard, for the-

Scent of Abel’s is-

Dismay, and-

Unsuitable,

To us-

“And wait until the shades-

Of them are erased, and-

I shall open the gates-

Of Ten for my-only,”



Acts-2

The world is full-

Of whispers-

Loud and slight,

The loudness is-

Always meant-For death, and-

Disasters of-

Certain kind-

Like the plague,

Like the stabbing-

In the park,

Or: “ this ain’t

Never happened-In our neighborhood”-

But: All neighbors-

Breathe into-

Same hot pile-

Rich or poor,

Out of ennui,

Or fright,



All the spires-

Will collapse on-

Someone’s walls,

Out in the ruins-

Or mansions-Of the night,

And anyone can fall-

‘even the most innocent’-

Because: Loudest are nearly-

All out of light (sight)-

But only the righteous-

Are restored,

Soothed,Returned,

By acts-

Of God’s-

Love,

For the righteous-

Shall carry-

Invariable goods-

For most,



Bells

The daily toll-

Of everything,

The scrounge-

Of petrified-Bells,

The dear this-

Dear that-

The resistance-

Of everyone-

To change,

The ghost lending-

Ships-

Of the rivers,

The rivers-

Crawling-

With steel-

In their tails,

The African-

Planets,Waltzing to-

America’s-



The Bears-

Grinding-

Teeth, and-

Arresting women-

For cheap sex-

And the sin cities,The sin cities are-

In deserts and are-

As wide as all-

Berth,

And their cash-

Are invariably-

Made of scents-

Of men’s heads,

And the heads of-

Almost all of them-

Rest upon, two-

Women-

One is Abel’s-

One is Cain’s-



89

The burning bush I can-

Do, with toes wrapped-

Around her sail,

And dividing the seas,

When two is made of-

Waters,(And everyone’s a desert,)

But the birth of myself-

In the belly-

Of Empress,

Tell them: The Nine has-

To be likeable,

And presentable,

The Joseph’s lady-

With the wrong voice,

Is the rush of nays,

And the tattoos around-

Her arms, are a disgrace-

To what holds her-

Suspended,

In between-Yes’s-

In between-



Existing-

For others,

Sound of (Eight)

May be a wave of-

Flounder,

Arrives by-

The nude-

Tomorrow,Just to wish-

My will-

To ask you-

Home,

May be the same-

Mistake, will bring-

You out of your own,

But no days of mine-

Are afflicted, nor am-

I better for the scarcity-

Of you: Been reminders:

Of how carelessly you’re-

Unadorned,

And For the arrival of my-

Mother, their queen, must,Be breezes of secret-

Chants:





Heaven

Those are sandals-

Those are shoes,

These are for running-

And for cutting food,

According to the number-Of cities, in and around of-

Our Jerusalem’s,

Or the number of the white-

Streaks in the black fields-

That attune the pennant-

One after another,

For the health-

Of all is-The health-

Of Two,

And for to-

Give God,

Is to receive,

Through them-

The entire,

They are all even-

And I’m the barefoot-

Amongst-

Them,

Complete,



No More, No Less

More than this-

There’s nothing,

And less than the-

Words,

Songs,

Paintings,

Is not my domain,

And there’s nothing-

But the truth, spoken,Your fates must remain-

Firmly in your hands,



The Nines may not-

Approach me,

Unless they’re-Twos: ours-

Or celibate,

My work,

Rises above-

All: to myself-

And those whom-

I relentlessly serve,

I may never again marry-Unless that union is forever’s-

And not one soul may return to-

Same tier, unless they have given-

Of themselves to yours,

In acts- in waves that-

Must mean, I too-

Love myself and-

God’s-others,

Completed

To comeback-

Or not be at-

All,

The question winding-Itself down to now,

To where the eternal fountains’-



Been laid upside down,

Where the acts began-

Ended and carried-The blinding-

Winds out,

To where ness-

Of halt,

To being ness-

Of faults,

To the very city,

That comes out of-The skies, to harbor,

The creator and his-

Shepherdess is back-

Here, we climb up, only-

To release those of us who-

Wrong, in the serenity,

Of the house of god,

The builder must be,Sought,

So the meek can steer,

With the light of him,

So even the most,

Sinful, are restored-

So the most willful-

In his name are-

Implored-

To move the most humble-

And kind into shelters-

And love,

To see the goodwill-

Has more breath-

Than it has ever-

Been wrought,To see the-

Mountains-



Come to them-

One by one out-

Of the doors-Allah’s-

Missing Persons

You’re a disaster about to-

Happen,

With your ass in your face,

And there be the usual-

Reasons-- the face and-

Body of a woman,

A child,

A boy,

A girl-

Someone else’s faith-

Or race,Suddenly the pubs-

Shall be open-



Just around the-

Time-and-space,

There be enough-Cash to buy alcohol or (Kebob.)

Enough backs to cheer-

You on,

They’ve been finding-

Pieces of people-

Around the Thames,

New York,

Islam Abad,Port-Au-prince

Anywhere the-

Want of men-for men decreases-

The adhesion-

Of fates,

Thus tis rule has never-

Been truer::You must self-annihilate-

By any means-

Needed,

So the mothers,

the children,

the fathers,

Are saved-

By wiping-

Out,

Your trace,

So I can protect-

The children’s-

One by one-

Out by calmness-

Or force,By the book-

by the swords,



by words made into-

pools,

by the back-of my right-

and left legs,

by sons-

Stalkers

The noise of the stalkers-

Comes through-

A chainsaw in-

The wall’s-

And after a night-

Of dreaming of-

Losing my-Father to-

The other-



Side of-

shorts,

Who wouldn’t be short-But for the long,

Length of their-

Hair,

And the heels of-

Their women so high-

You know their newborn,

Are so unsafe under them,

And grow young, never-Having known the-

Difference,

At all,

But they’re orbiting Mars,

In segregated rooms,

Not on account of-

False saints, but-

Because their-

Scents are so-

Unlike each-Other’s-

That it’s a miracle-



They mate, one,

And two that-

They don’t mourn 365-Days of year, not just,

Most of its hours,

And the I’s down here,

In our times- wonder,

Why nothing:

No death, no amount-

Of civil unrest-

Changes their world-Out of those old-

Garments,

Now,

But deep down-

They too must know-

“No- some amongst us-

must never come back,

And its that permanence-

Of god’s will, that bring-

The tears back from-

Farda,”And let their women separate-

For they must bring those-



Children safely on-

Their own,

And know: these ruins-Have left their sons-

And daughters like,

Broken toys all-

Over the-

Floors,

Tell him: none shall-

Occupy their souls-

Alone,

Avalon-3



You are heaven’s-

Heaven is yours,My names, and-

Celibacy-

It isn’t so much,

That you’re limited,

But these are the-

Paradigms-

Of the freedom-

In yours,For I’ve seen the-

Scent of women-

On women,

Its new physiology-

With its moon,

Are darkly-

Caverns-

And unhappiness’- Norm,

And that may not climb-

Up to my homes,

And so from now on,

My names can never marry-

Or come carnally close to you,



Unless your beds are-

Made out-

By these-

Laws,

Into the truth-

By the virtue of keeping

My ways in,

And gloominess’-Out,

For the love of keeping-

Heavens door-

Unlocked,

For the sake of-

Keeping its lovers-

Lock on ice-

For more,For us and,

And for them-

“you shall not be with-

any other-

unless its heaven-

an its names,”

Lift



I am into appearances-

Of all things,Into the geometry of now,

Into its skills to fasten-

Knowingness’,

Height,

Into its perseverance-

For earthliness’-

Into its:

‘Love may never care-if less of it is-

Of -worth,’

Not into:

‘Laughs as or cries,’

Or what moves you-

Into your unhappiness’-

Hoards,

Nor whether or not-Every other-

Part can stand-

Out of her,

Alone,

But whether that form,

Can forge a break into-



Our un -solid hours,

Whether if, she can-

Deliver god’s into-Another’s,

For its permanence-

Is ours abode,

Her significance-

Is that your bodies-

Are an ocean’-

Adore,

In and above-Waters,

In and out-

Of yourselves,

Horizontal bars

Only the men rows-Object to the paintings-

Of women naked or –



Robed,

To the very notion-

That opposites may-Hope,

I see you in the-

Bazaars, and malls,

Waiting to be ushered-

In by the very -

Smell of your-

Own concave,

By the very notion-

That “can’t”

Is not a sin no more,

But I didn’t make it a sin,

It’s the dark matters’ unwritten-

Voice:

‘That much of same-

Can’t hold,It can’t begin,

Nor can it be-

It can never become the-

Life that’s begotten-

Me,”

So go away once more-

And leave the women-

Where they are,

Leave them to-

The freedom of-

What’s love,

Leave them to find their-

Eve’s voice,

For its embedded in them-Free of choice,

Freer than some-



Can ever be-

Causes



If one has to die-

Nobly for something,

Let it be for the sins-Of them all,

And if one has to-

Die again un peacefully,

Let it be for the-

Cause of-

Womankind,

For the tyranny of men-

Mad men,Backs in fronts,

Men,

The power grabbing-

Exclusive club-

Hatred-men,

Have created-

Legions of scarred-

People-Who have forfeited-

Their rights,

To be ;

Mothers

Sisters,

Sons,

Lovers of-

All kind,



Not to please the cash whores,

But to survive enough-

To watch those backs-

Fold,

Into the black holes,

In surrender-

By war,

By acts after commands-For their foils,

Whereupon,

Death has only become-

Those who-

May never-

Come back,

When Death’-

Just a transitional-Home for changing-

Hosts for-

The rest of them,

But for those who leave,

With neither dust,

Nor a return,

In sight,



For their shadowy light’s-

Has been abolished-

By words,

By the gravitation-force,Because I don’t judge-

Just by your deeds,

But too, by your-

Thoughts, and-

Feed,

By the very anticipation-

That you’ll do more harm,

Than good,There the man-holes are laid upon-

Every river for keeps,

So no light of hatred souls,

Can escape, and become-

Another’s-

Un-hoping-

Dreams,



Somewhere A.D.

When we get a chance at them,

With their sads and their guns,Their rested ships invented-

By us,

In their sainted beds-

By our own older kin-

The newly armed,

The voice of apparition-

Had been the eldest son’,

When the shepherdess and-I shall die un peacefully-

Amongst her stars,

The big dipper-

Is hoarding-

The sycophants on,

And she’s born amongst-

The deserts for the detection-

Of their sound-

When the other dipper is my mom,

For the acts of leaving them-

Entirely out,

For their sins against my names-

And ours,



And for the thoughts in their backs-Are irredeemable,

Un returnable,

When so many neighborhoods-

Are unsound,

All you have to do, make certain-

We are-

Found,



Meat

Take as much as you can have,

Its largest waves ever came-

Through and we were all-

Taken,

Women walked-

With long fearsome-

Faces,

Large thickened- Nails,

They weren’t really certain-

Of themselves,

And why the men’s glances-

Never met their owns,

The children were furious-

For unknown reasons,

And fearful of going-

To the bathrooms alone,

And everything hurt-

Everyone rushed-

For someone else’s-

Turn,



The men’s bellies stank of-

Vomit of hormones and booze-

In them-

(dehumanizing,)The taste of their fathers-

Fathers meat-

Would be as unfamiliar as-

A woman’s scent-

This stuff makes your soul-

Black and blue child,

Bruised like a beaten-

Faces’,And you’ll forget to wonder:

“Why you can never-

Look ahead without-

Worrying pasts’-

Unchangeable-

Weight,”

And why God seems-

Like a distant-

Never comprehending-

Terrain,

Why nothing reaches the-

Dimmed light-

Inside your fates:

“the bowels of universes-

clean yourselves now,”(Such deaths,)

And why you only wanted-



Your ways,



Wears

In un-Somewhere,

Everyone knows everything,

On somewhere-

They pretend-

They now nothing,

And somehow,

This reduces-Turbulence-

Of the turns-

I make along-

This hap hazardous road,

The pavements aren’t-

Crowded by curtsies-

Or sniper fire,

By the claimant-

To houses of each-

Others’ by soil,

By virtue less ness’s-

Votes,

By the men in suits,

Who rather send a black-

Man instead,(They assume he’s not-

Restrained by his faith-



But they are,)

Or by those who-

Watch the wounds-

Of un-heal-able,

And want timelessness’-

Restore,

There are a dozen-

Windows that open-

Everyday-

Through my glasses,

So dozens can close-

Everywhere else’s-

And the elsewhere-

Is everyday,

On some other-

World,

Or planet,

And upon each-

There’s a holy ghost,

That wears my names,

Less or more,



Road

We shall put the-Great twist on-

The meaning ness,

By the end of-

The day-

The infinite halo-

Of carving-

The future,

Out of now,The unreasonable,

Out of much reasoned-

With,

Doing away with what-

You’ve been-

Taught,

And getting away with-

What the truth is-

And has always-

Been so,

For the mere sake-

Of the muted horses,

The calves of the unborn,

For the appeasement to the-

Silence of things,The greats yet-

Unknowns,



And to know the words-Aren’t by abandonment-

Of purpose, nor by-

The weakness of-

The force,

They’re never,

Meant to divide-

Nor to dissemble-

The righteous of-Their soul,

But to deliver the blind-

Back onto the-

Road traveled,

By more-



Attraction

Light and matter-

Are attracted to one another,

Like no other call,

But tis attraction is to her vibes,

Is exclusive to their souls,

And they are women-

They have men in their thighs,

They have men waiting with-Their follicles been missing,

For there is so heavy handed-

It falls and erodes-

By the way side,

By the non-existing floors,

And if the rape of children-

And the pillage don’t soon close,

The heads of women shall lose,

Their ties of men-

For the sinnest most-

Means: the heaviest tolls,

Been un-carrying-



So the rest of the-

Coming for you-

Shall be so much-

Worse,

If you don’t-

Comprehend the-

News,And cleanse the-

wounds up by your-

Hands and by-

Washing their feet-

And yours, in redemption,

In reconciliation-

And ours is-

forgiveness’-

Bodes,

Ours is-

Forth,



Pair

The soul-

Permanence of-

Change,

Eternal sunshine-

Of matters,

The perceived-

Madness of two’-

Its out of the-Ballpark –

Safe-



Mine’d is always,

And doves may never-

Wane,But for the archway sum’s,

To save-

Across figures-

In beds,

And if the madman-

Out there is too hot,

Send him-

Presents by ours-Love,

For she delivers-

Onto rain,

Only she can thus-

I call her my Ma,

Though the truth-



She is neither my-

Mother nor I am-

Her child,

“She’s mine- shelter.”

But we’re joined-

At the hands-

And thus her feet become-

Them-Laced,

And there be billions death,

Before she’s out of that-

Des-

Pair,

Meaning: separation-

In between us-

Is what- insane-



Greener

And if I were to be-

Always yearning for-

One or the other,

The keeper of the-

Flames-

Or the holder,

Of the Abel-

Rivers,The bow of two moons-

Tie around the-

Burgeoning-

Branches-

Falling,

Atop the vast-

Dunes, making-

Flowers out of doom,

By inverting flatness into-

Roofs that doves can take-

Home-

To their body,

Standing suspended-

In the beginning-

As the end,





All the same

I’ll be your fall guy-To all the same,

Institutionalized-

Unpardonable,

You become wielding-

To,

Inverting objects,

Out of their senses,

Out of their-

Scents,

I plunge into-

Hour of your-

Unbecoming-

Head first-

Carrying your tails,

Then after I’m-Maddened by-

Your in submission-



To change,

You become-

Greenland of-A Sirius’—

Space,

There upon those steppes-

Horses shall someday-Raise their hoofs,

And begin a-

New beginning,

Under Eve’s roofs-

There shall be trees-

With golden leaves-

Upon her feet-

Where you-

Can find-

Your,

Trace,



-126-

The train

The Abel woman is-

Suddenly beautiful,

And I’m fond of calling-

Her by my name,

And telling them she’s my-Mother-

Now,

And wife-

In 500 hundreds-

Years or so,

And they call me theirs-

Like its an insult,

Like I don’t know-

My own fame,

And Mary calls-

To say there on the horizon,

They’ve figured out,

You are both their-

Bread,

And the death-Of the arid-

Days,



And that the gay men-

Are not unhealthy-

Thereabout,

The women vigorous-Feeling protected-

By their -

Wealth,

And they’re comfortable-

In their own skins,

Tired of the-

Wars, the rapes-

The pillages of-

The vulnerable,

By the weak-

In faith,

And they know what raises them,

Out of theses breaches,

And lands them-

Cold-spring,Spinning,

On their-



Legs,

A letter to the Ghost

I’ll write in unfairness-

Abodes,In where something is-

Always wrong,

By the wayside,

By the-

Celibate-

By my way,

And the bends shall-

Want to come into-The sail,

By sliding into the-

Gaps in the wall,

By peering into-

The false crystal-

Balls,

By acting,

By persisting-

For their ways,

And that shall-

Bring them-

Out of themselves,

Alone,



Shuddering wings-

Tirelessness, consume:

Floors,

By laying prickly,-

To clothes so old,

Animation-

So wrought,

The beams-Will be skewed,

By the premonition-

Of debt less ness’-

Someday,

By the world awaits-

the seasoned changes-

Already-made,

To the song that never-Speaks of its-

Volume,

Nor of its,

Horns,

For the flights-

Unbroken,

Haste,

Come-

Home,



Eight’s

She said:

“You and your mother-

always have to tell-

the truth,”

She said it like she was-Ashamed of her sins,

Or thought ours-

Existed or were-

Irredeemable-

Somewhere,

But most anything-

Can be cleansed,

And my way is straight-And will always be so,

Sarot -al -Mostagheem-

And let that phrase lay-

Deep within their prayers,

Night and day,

To the vortex of-

Love-kaaba, even if-

They’re not of-

The keepers inn,

If theirs become:





Are the humanness’-

Flaws,

And must leave,

Our house,Un-harmed.

And can only come back,

When reparation is-

Made,

By their souls,

In the very-

Light of-

Matter,By the very enunciation-

Of my names,

Tis knowledge is meant-

To bring rest,

This voices’ rules are-

Inescapable,

Eights’-



Driver-8

They’re almost never-

In acquiescence now,

Even the bread comes-

Charred by their-Shadows so old,

By their worms-



Gnawed,

I have to keep running-

Into them everyday,Loads of unused-

Coffee-

Unusable-

Boats,

Unsuitable-

Mire,

By the piles-

Of apples-And grapes-

On peeled-

Floors,

By the sink,

In the very-

Absence of-

Sun,

By the ghosts’-

Soullessness-

Doors,

Bringing them-

Slowly-Into rivers-

Echoing-





The balance’ always-

On feet,

Which is unusual for me,I walk with my head,

In front,

The tails are-

Almost nearly gone,

But for clusters-

Of harvest-

Weeds,

(The un forgivable s,)And I slowly wonder why my-

Shadow looks the opposite-

Of how I feel,

I must be walking like-

Strange men do,

Polished,

Silver,

With hints of muscles-

As ropes,

As loaves-

Of pounded-

Roads,

Like a candle made of-Dark footprint,

With weight that-



Promises to cave in,

Over its own-

Horde-By the meek,

But walk determined,

I thought,

Most knowable-

Mornings,

Like you’re walking into ten,

Like the armor is their,

Waist,For the gathering of-

The most unwanted,

Seeds,

Acts-10

Impressions-9

I take impressions-

Of her in pencil,

She looks stoic-

And I’m stern,

Her face looks-

Like my own,

It makes me wonder-

About the roots-For words,

How their sources of form-



Exist in me,

Then she says:

‘Colors,’Like I’ve learned the science of-

Shorelines,

By having been immersed in-

Her wait,

For having thus broken loose-

Against plumes-

Of envy,

And the brush color movements-Are like silk,

For the tenements of her,

Fiber are so-

Fined,

And somewhere for-

Every boy-

And girl-

There’s a fairy,

Looking always above-

Her waistline to-Find life’s-

Opened-



Hands,

Dawning-

Luminousness’-Waves-

(Noh,)

Monuments

It feels like driving-

A truck with-

My legs-

Most mornings and noon,

Here’s where they neither-

Accept themselves-

Nor agree with anyone-Else,

There the lovers of all-



Persuasions hand in-

Hand,

Invulnerable,To their own,

No body parts-

Thrown-

Out of unbearable-

Weight-

Of fathers-

Mothers-

Homes,The olden whirlwinds-

Are not substantial,

No turning taint-

Of the newborn,

Into machetes-

Boring--

Forms,

Here those juries-

End,

There the new grasp-

Of consciousness-

Knows:“Every step taken was-

For the wellness and-



Health of all,”

Here’s where clarities-

Formed,The new convergence-

Of norms,

Not what belongs or-

Doesn’t-

But what assures my-

Best keep-

Upon lords’-

Here’s a monument-Of strength-

To being-

Held in,

An inheritable-

Gold,

Nine-six

The diagonal girl-

The one slanted by-

The cold,

By the easier-

Stones,

When she walks by,

There are minor storms,

Billowing by her sail,

I shout at her in our-Animated tongue-

Left by the-



Shepherdess,

And she says:

“I am of yourself,”In heart-

And face,

And of the Cain’s-

In legs,

The ones who smile-

Widely ,

And those are so rare,

You’d mistake them-For one of your own,

If it weren’t for-

Their rivers-

Dead hours,

Black irises-

Ash scents,

Theirs can plunge-

Into rain,

Not head,

First,

Their back Strong-

Is simpler-

Than been-For ages,

They have virtues-



Evened,

Dignity-

Taught-By all-

Is faith,

More pyramids-

Shaped like-

No fists,

No rage,

And they carry more-

Reasons to arrive-But –

By themselves,

The can even blossom-

On each finger-

Like Jewels-

She says;



Amber-9

The short woman-

Has the prettiest ass-

In the world,

And no one-

Comprehends but myself-

Because you have to be-

A billion light years away-

From her-

To know,

She hasn’t been bedded-By my flesh -

(After raising Cain,)



But I’ve felt the-

Ripples-

Of her clusters-Open and close-

Doors,

That never exist for-

Others,

Nor are anyone-

Else’s-

Homes,

But the light,Convergence,

In groves,

The bell weather-

Fairs,

The dark-

Cyprus trees,

The seashores by-

Horses left-

Unkempt,

The spring and-

Fall’s,

Insatiable-

Robes,The kind of-

Daybreaks-



That prophecy-

Whether my-

Incarnations-May Bear-

Hopes- -

Of her-

Mores,

(I’m only making-

Us a pair for nine-

Shores,)

People

Mardom are-

Not what-

We’re-

Led by-

Nor have I ever-

Been deaf-

To voices that-

Ring the-

Truest-

Most-Virtuous-

Senses-



Saved,

For no sailor has-

Ever sailed-Against an-

Ocean-

Without having-

Savored-

All tales-

Of ships-

Coming undone,

By the waves,

And those kingdoms-

Discovered-

So solely-

Based on-

Dark stones-

Foundations-

In the rhetoric of-

The rain,

A World without-

Confirmation,Is a world without-

Faith,



For most of my time-

Death’ static birds-

Slept upon the mast,For no days of wind-

While along the banks,

Undying-

Sands grew-

Wings-

Of wait-

And for if you listen-

Well,

Behind every-

Apparition-

Veil-

Or curtain-

Is the sound-

Of someone-

Falling-

For the master-Plan-

Baits-



Wellness,

For the-

Nine girls-With eight-

Hands,

Crossing,

Affirmation-

River-

Beds,

Then the standstills-

In the four-square,

Houses,

Look up and-

Down their hills-

And point to the-

Restfulness’-Gathering-

Of each’-



Mountain-

(In all of my times-

and ours dates,)

Always

There’s always a bread-

That wants to turn-

Over your storm,

The freeze inlaid-

By the clumsiness-

Of weight,

By its clatter-

Its horns,

And she’s always there-

To lead the chill-

Into the heat-

Break up-Space-

After-



The-

Shape-

Of her forms-Tennessee mountains-one day,

Early-

By floor,

Another touches herself-

And moans-

To always someone-

Else,

Her straight doors are-

Closed by-

Short men,

Sweeping the-

Grounds around-

Her legs,

Early morning,

Lest I get too close-

With kindness,

Or warmth,

Another wears the-Keepers tattoos-

On right arm-



And complains-

Of being-

Un-Noticeable,She doesn’t seem-

To mind disjointed-

Ness,

And the frame of her-

Breasts in my-

Glasses-

Are by attrition-

Worn everyday,

And I rather be-

Delivering-

Someone else-

All along the-

Watch towers-

To another,She’s my other-

Home,



She’s someone I can concretely-

Love only-

Not alone,

Premonition

There’s nothing really-

To worry,

Permanence here-

Means changes in everything-

Over there,

The how of eyelid-

Is the bow-

Of your wait,

Who could forget-

The pool’s dancing-

Over your graves-How you chose-

The virgin-



Darkness,

Over the-

Holiest--Snakes-

There:

Aren’t no,

Isn’t yes,

Weren’t-

Beginning-

Never s-

End,

Thus: its neither-

Nor-

Not,

The light-

In escapable-Rein,

There’s no losing-



Never where-

The flaw-

Was the-Kept-

Surprise,

Whence it is-

The bread of-

My body-

The light of-

My heart-

Who shall not-

Want,

Not want,

The glare?

Whilst the-

Stones-of-

Stones-

The reluctant-Worms,

Are the-



Secret-

Riders-

Of storm,In yet,

And-

Your-

Eyes-

Of knot-

Won’t-

Taught,

Went-



Lanterns

These are the cosmic-

Spells-

Of-

All-

Scales-

The partitioning-

Of sum eternal-

Desire-

Kept-Leaving the-

Walls sparsely-



Taut,

Deft,

Ungovernable-By cant,

By un-merriment-

Of all creature-

Timed,

And timelessness,

There’s no unmeasured-

Voice-

Nor without an intimate-Moments-

Haste,

Never without livingness’-

Most-

solemn-

And gleeful-

Hours,

Never without doors-

Of his and hers,

Never without mine-

Not without meeting-Her footprints’-

Fares-



Nor without myself-

Dispersed,

In layers-And layers-

Of faith-

In rhymes-

Fields,

Wealth-

Of tongues-

Come together-

For this two-

Usefulness’-

Needs,

And songs,

Never without your-

Vibrations-

My own judgment-

Of their source-

Its needs to come,

Never Abandoning-The most-

Vulnerable-



In hosts,

Never without my own-

Judgment- Never without-

Tis voice-

Clocks

Since their systems-

Been overhead-

Like a bent-

Skillet-

In the skies-

The oil chieftains-Been pushing their-

Mother-



Who is mine-

Always-mate,

Around,They’re usually-

Incensed-

I want to tell-

Her,

In a modern stride,

In a way that-

The chiefs can understand-

Before their-

Wayfarer-

Deserted days-

Come around,

This isn’t but for repose-

For recollection –

Of much needed strength-

In God’s-Force,

To run through the-



Quagmires ahead,

Un-touchable-

If worse,For when your lights go down-

The bears will eat you alive-

For their mother-

Is same-

As ours-

From time-

To-

Time,

And the black girls sing-

Along,

To the street-

On their way to outer schools-

Like the news of-Bullying their mother-

Has plunged into-



Their souls-

Like bells-

Of a meet,Like any break up of her-

Trust shall not be born-

Of their seeds,

And the Abel girl ahead of them-

Is dressed in peach,

Today,

And she wants so-

Much to forgive-My own unfaith-

In hers,

And I sing to refuse-

Abatement of my-

Sins if any-Until-

Africa is-



The home-

Of the-

Leered,For the power-

Of the love-

Makings’-

Redemption-

Shall not-

Be lost to-

Us,

For the longing-Of her keeps-

Must not be-

So many-

Years-

Apart,

(to appease her god-

who is me,)



Birth of two

I came out-



Looking for a team-

Head out first-

Hands clasped-Gazing at her-

Toes-

Thinking I’ve been-

Around Sirius-B’s-

Many times-

Before,

And I looked-

Like a giant dwarf-Compact, and-

Well lit-

As lord,

And with the many-

Perseus wings-

There and-

Then I-

Should have wished:I can’t be pulling-

On medusa’s hair-

No more,

But I were to-

And it happened-

And her body came home-And startled everyone-

By her looks-



And her innocence-

Ways-

And woes,And I looked for-

The company of-

Others,

And they preached,

And with a tongue-

Of soaps-

I repeated-

Everything I heard-On those streets,

And there was no more-

Than billions seeds,

I Planted,

On crinkled seas,

In between,

And I looked amongst-Them,

For congregations-





In the office,

Behind-

The kitchen counters-By mothers-

By lovers,

Its also Sabbath:

Meaning they can’t-

Quite believe,

That cosmos-

Must cleanse-

Itself-Of wrongs-

By any-

Means,

Necessary-

Which isn’t to say:

They weren’t forewarned-

Moses is myself-

And by the-Shoulder-

Of every dawn-

There were voices-

Of strife-

From the-

Being-Saved,

(And every blooming day,)



Perhaps there are punishments-

For the lack-

Of faith,(though I’m not a-

punisher,)

The drums are-

The trumpets,

The cows can be-

And the patrons,

Of petrified-

Gravity,The being targets-

Of scorn,

The blessed-

Patterns-

Of-

Powerless,

(felt across so many-

faces,)Dare to be-

The age of scars

All along the-

Watchtowers,

The abed-And caned-

All the deviously-



Unmet,

They each wanted his-

Or her-Way,

And to rise above the-

Judgment-

Of those who-

Care,

But the branches-

Held steady-

As the lord,Himself,

Revelations became whispers-

In the wind,

Things that could not-

Have been explained,

Slowly-

Became everyone’s-

Verse,The mutiny,

The wars,

The discords-

In between the-



Stretched out-

Parts,

The wantonness-Of wanting,

The disparity-

Of in needs,

The fathers-

And mothers

Torn,

Apart,

No one fasted- No one knew how,

The face of reality-

Became a gigantic scar,

The portrait-

Of eternal-

Hushed,

And abandoned-

And reclaimed-Every moment-

By the acts,

Of the-

Heart-

Babylon

They got me on fast-

Food,



They got her-

On speed,

The resulting weather-Struck them-

Out-

Until we meet,

In 4000 years-

Or more,

For the-

Gathering-

Of seventh-Heaven-

And 13-

Horns,

Where the Daniels-

Car breaks down-

At four,

The-

Crossroads-Of boundaries-

Tooled-

Closer than ever,

Clearer than spring-

Where the age of-Innocence-

Is holding-



Ring,

When I couldn’t walk-

Or physically crawl, Near the-

Glimpses-

Of in between-

Right and-

Wrong,

Over the camps-

Of all-

Therein,Moving with-

Me,

The ships-

Of nine-

Winds-

56th point (Letter to my brother)

In 56 years of-

Relentless-

Persuasion-Over what must ascend-

Them all-



Into heavens-

And higher homes of-

The spirits, Noble and young-

Into not but too long-

Tortuous walk upon these lands-

I have yet to come-

Upon straight women and men,

And I shouldn’t be raising-

An objection,-

To this disparity,And otherwise-

Nations of-

Violence,

Disarray-

Marks,

But for the very truth-

That the-

Biggest tormentors-Are gay-

Themselves,

Secretly,

Though openly object-

And violate-The rights-

Of gay-



And straight-

Men and women-

All ,For in clubs and-

Members only-

Stalls:

They think they’ve-

Found the-

Keys-

To everlasting-

Wealth-And power,

And feel-

Invulnerable-

But to gods-

Will,

And that’s-

Where I-

Come from,To never dissuade any-

From his or her way-

If un harmful-

To self-

And others-

But to end-

This violation-Of reality-

This escapable-



Burden-

Of unwillingness-

To share the truth-And exist within-

Its walls,

Never meant to change your ways,

But that you mustn’t be raped-

Or bullied in and out of-

Yours,

And-

Ours,

Amen

Eights

Eights isn’t-For buying-

Nor is it-



For being sold-

Its never given-

Nor is it-Asked for-

Its to creation-

As daylight is-

To day,

As darkness is-

To night-

As water is-

To purity-As innocence-

To the-

Child-

As valor is-

To war-

As love is-

To the-Beloved-

As existence-





Tierra

The youngish-

Older woman-

Mexicana,

Indian,

Sleepwalks the gardens-Sweeping the leaves by the-

Front porch,

She sings like she’s known-

Of all of this before-

Of how it began-

How it ended-

Whether the,

Mothers of hers-

Bore its fruitions-

Whether her quick-

Steady movements-

Were made-

Out-

Of these grounds-

Smaller-Than home,

Large as-



Sol de palabras,

Sol de la comprension,

Singing the two melodies-

altogether,

of how-

We came-

And went-And where-

I’ll be born,



The Height

You know:

Its not so much that-

They’re-

Unfriendly-

And cantankerous out here-

(to you and I,)Its that they’re--

Stuck in holes-

Unmovable by law-

Or love’s hold-

For the many seasons--

Of neglect-

And abuse-

In the hands of-

Kin,

And strangers’-

Alike,

And approach ours too,

By the way-

Their eyes been-

So thwarted by-The loss’s-

Counts,



And for the briefness of-

Hope,

And the distances-In between-

Lost and found,

In between-

The rights and the-

Wrong,

Its just that they’re

All nights-Here,

And the daylight is-

Barely visible,

For their weights-

Sum,

(is what’s holding-

me,

in place,)

Are these suns-

But they shall see-

Us in the awakening of-

Words,

In the ways of the-

Father-

The son,And the holly-

Ghost,



Raised by love

My absent mother’s eyes-

Are the palest green-

From knotted-

Hills-

Of-

Affectionate-Grins-

Lest her-

favorite besides,

Not be drown by their-

Woes,

Which-

Unbeknownst-

To them,

Should leave them-

Without any-

Carriage or,

Home,

(If forever shall waiver,)

For what carries them-

Undeterred,Unaltered-



Better-

Is that which:

Neither-

Of one--

Means-Or-

Persuasion,

But what the whole-

World-

Within-

Needs-

And to two,

Agreeable-

Thus all dreams-

Are-

Unending,

Freed,

And from-All landscapes-

Of we meet,



Conceivable-

Hold

If they know not better-

Doesn’t mean-

They shan’t be-

Led into-

Better-Places,

The shelter less,

The jobless,

The wronged-

Are my left-

And right’s,

Are our willingness-

To place them,

Before ours--

And your duty to

Place them after-

Your owns-

Been-

Met,

After yours-Is secured-

From outside-



In,

And your giving-

ness’s-Inside-

Out,

“For I shall sprinkle you-

Clean,

I shall warm you-Until what ails us-

Is out of you-

As well its-

Been rinsed-

Out of me,”

What I have, given-

By lawful-

Means-

Shall be ours-

First-

And always-

Yours-

Second,

We’re two-

We’re-Distinguishable-

We’re not forced,



By anything-

But our-

Willingness’s-

Hopes

Hope is not a square-

Meal-

And a beer,

It’s the outlines-Of my existence-

That’s-

Drives-

You and-

Me,

The promises-

Made and-

Kept by-

Us,

It’s virtues-

And waves-

Of-

Recognize-

Its the-

Calmness-Of work,

The playfulness-



Of homes,

Knowing-

That before-Dawn,

There’s-

The whole of-

Me,

Waiting-



Mojdeh

And suddenly-The TV chef-

Is coming out-

Of a house-

Up the street-

Where my little-

Sister lives-

Where today I got-

The soul food-

She said she hadn’t-

Cooked-

But my spirit did-

With the slice of-

Corn bread,

And a drink-

Of black tea-Leaves,

Next we passed by-



The happy elder-

Couple-

Exchanging gifts-In my dreams-

And everything-

Moving-

With bits of-

Silence-

Restored-

Mixed,

And then the helicopter-

Flies by low and slow-

Across the Budlong-

Vortex of hope,

The voice of the-

Pilot says-

“18,”

He means the clocks-

Turning-

The Abel’s men leave-

The next 18-

Are safety dance-

Feast,He means there’s-

Coffee and bread-



Tomorrow-

He means mine-

Won’t-Be poisoned,

Again-

By their-

Seeds,

He later says:

“He set themselves-

Into the fires,”-for:

Peace,

Much later then I-

Noticed-

Perfection-

Wasn’t above-

Or far-

But only here-

Instead,

And I changed the name of-

The-

Poem-

To reflect this-

Mojdeh-



Red

Any clothes I wear-My left-

Or rights’,

Is for the celebration of-

All the-

Goodness in them,

The purer-

Shapes of-

Heart,

Of how-

Stones can-

Throb,

And how-

Cain’s can-

Overcome-

Somber,For the scattering of-

Frenzy-



Within-

Them,

So the spinning-Temple-

Can bring-

You,

Their-

Enlightenment-

Buy your-

Clever,

So heaven-Can find-

Itself,

Multi-colored-

Derailing the-

Impenetrable,

By-

His love-

And judgment,

So divine can carry-

Hers-

Beloved,

Into gods-

Countries-

It’s the thread-

Of-Murmuring-

Un-fear,







Silence made loud

And this day was a Sunday-

February fifth,

And three young-

Men were lined-

By the side our street,

Dressed in vibrant-

Colors-

I thought:

If they weren’t abused-

Or molested-

I’m contend-

With their-

Want for themselves-

And other men,And it must be-

That they-



Hadn’t been-

For they turned-

To the road- straight-And whispered:

“Cristo,”

Meaning I was on my-

Way,

And the food-

Shall never be-

Poisoned-

In their names-

But the shepherdess’-

Appetite-

For money had become-

Destructible-

In my life and-

Hers,

And an eternity’-

Measure-Of love and-

Care-



Had been left-

By her, and her-

Spirits’-Boxes-

Strayed-

So I told them,

If the food is ever-

Inverted again,

They shall never-

Be able to have-

Any of my names-

And they made-

Way,

For theirs-

Been-

Kept-

And loved-

For so long,



So Long

And still-The food was-

Poisoned again,

And it was the-

Abel’s men-

Who had-

Molested-

And I made it that-

Wars and strife-

Exist-

In between and-

Amongst them-

Until,

Everyone of-

Them has-

Left,Drink, be drunk.

And vomit,



Until none’s-

Left-

To fight,

And for-

The sword left-

Amongst-

You,

Is of-

Ours,

Acts-John II



Impossible hand

But for ghost-

Running,

Waves.

How I wish-

We come upon,

Death,

Unknot-

The stand ups,

Re-exist-

In:Reclaiming--

Cherish able -



By tools:

Borrowed-

From-Another-

Father-

Another,

Mother,

(not bride,)

Its not the-

Cruelest,

Way,If our peace-

Is disarmed,

Every freaking-

Morning,

By beds-

Burning-

In and out-

Of the valley-

Of Allah,

Where-

Heads-

Are-

So trenched-

In cardboard-

Made-

Hearts,

Arm-So twisted-

By-



Ropes,

No one knows-

Who is-The maker-

Where is-

The kaaba,

How the-

Burning-

Came upon-

Their entire,

And the-

Laurel-

Branches,

Fell by-

The-

Roadside-

While two-

Shrouds for,

Every other-

Tribe-Fell-

From the skies,



(For wanting,

his and her way-

without a-compromise,)

And I-

Dreamed-

Of gardens-

By rails-

without a train,

And seeing-

No one-But her-

Eyes-

Night-

After night,

Ink less



The inks are-

Already made,Its for the killing,

Of the beast,

It was no Satan,

It isn’t no devil,

Its-

The fire-

Rings,

The metal-Objects-

The steel-

Pulse-

Of un-being,

It is not no-

Black man,

It isn’t white-

Nor brown,It’s the unbearable-

shade-

Of –

Oil-

Wasted,

Grunge,

Laments-

By rivers-

That fate-

Of stone-

Doesn’t know-

Yet,

Nor the-



The elephant-

Can pounce-

On,It’s the way-

Souls’-

Pledges-

To-

Eternal death,

It’s the faithless-

Stain-

Irremovable-But by-

The way-

Autumn,

Trounces-

Its wealth,

By how-

Hyacinth-

Illuminates-Hair,

Governed-

By hate—

He who-

Pulls the-





Abes-2

Its been-

All about them-Child-

All of my times,

And yours,

The poisons-

In the food,

The tattered-

Medicine and-

Clothes-The Jew-

Curtains of soil,

The men-only-

Blare into my tools,

The rape-

And molestations by-

Their legs-

Wanting-

To begin,



Hells closed-

Doors,

Or end the world-As it is-

(These are the most-

Cowardly hombres,)

Its not so-

Much that they’re-

Short,

In sight- Not so much so-

That they’re-

Not given enough-

By god’ light,

But that murder-

Tajavoz-

And mayhem-

Is a way of life-

To them,

Its that their livingest-

Has had an aeeneh (mirror)-

In front of-

Her-

Sex-

For as long-As I—

Remember,



All they care-

Is their-

Heads-Reclined-

By their waste-

And so they-

Shall rebel-

Blindly against-

Themselves-

Time after time,

And for they-

Shall always-

Be kept-

By the spires-

That are not-

Theirs-

(But ours,)



In wakefulness-

And in the absences-Of –

All-

Hours-

Be made to-

Change unruly ways-

Into the realm-

Of my seeds-

Unknowable-

Immovable-

But-

By –my-

Trust,







Your great-

Body,

On the way-

To discover-

Love,To form wave less ness’s-

Bonds,

And you were there-

Again,

Without the-

Same-

Familiar-

Smile,But leaping-

Us-

Out-

Of –

Bodies-

Like Venus mating-

Mars,

With steadier-

Pound,



(through the crowd)

And listen the drums-

Hear our velvety-

Greetings-

Alarmed,In bay-

Apples



You’re always beautiful,

And I’m always- Not,

Lest the men lose-

Their-

Gazes-

On-

Our prize,

Which shall-

By forever’-Wells,

Be-

The union-

Of man-

And his-

Wife,

And there must be-

So manyScales-

Under the sun,

To turn-

Every-

Stare-

First-

Inward,

(towards the-

inner-

nightingale,)

Which shall-



Waver,Sadness’-

Apart-

From reaching-

Onto-

Another’s-

Eyes-

And wanting-

Affirmation-For-

What,

For questions-

Disguised-

As-

Trust,

For ivy-

Planting-That only-

Secludes-

Itself (on turning,)

Let them be out-

Let them click-

In open spaces-

Under many-faced,

Moons hours of kisses,

Let them be so free as us,

(And freer we-

shall be then,

by hours,)





Abes-10

Everywhere I go,

Every movement-

I make,Shall be to the detriment,

End of-

Those who-

Seek to harm-

God’-

Women-

Children-

And others,And in the belly-

Of the beast-

The seats-

Of my-

Father’s-

Forfeit,

(encamped in waste,)

‘the hatred of god-

is the hatred-

of women?’

I asked-

And without-

Raising his-

Eyes-

Of :Bruised,

Without collecting-



His thoughts-

Of un-moving-

He answered:Those of us-

Who abhor-

Women-

Are God-

Abhorrers,

Those of us-

Who want our-

Back alone,Have no-

Rest-

For any-others’-

And so:

You shall not-

Be of the beings-

At all I said;

And it must be-Done,

That too-

All the purity-

Of love-

Shall always-

Escape-

Your livings-

Wonder,

(Until redemption-

Is proven unto me,)

Amen.



Raise by love



From knotted-

Hills-

Of-

Affectionate-

Grins-

Lest her respectable-

Besides be vulnerable- Not down by their-

Woes,



Which-

Unbeknownst-

To them,Should leave them-

Without any-

Carriage or,

Home,


For what can carry them-

Changing,

Infinite,Complete,

Is that which:

Neither-

Of one--

Means-

Or-

Persuasion,

But what the whole-

World-

Within-

Needs-

And to two,

Agreeable-

Thus all dreams-



Are-

Unending,

Freed,And from-

All landscapes-

Of we meet,

Conceivable-

Pink Shelters

Last time I saw her,

She looked stretched-

Across eternity balcony-

Pink and blue-

In pan-

In everywhere,

(I look-

So beautiful in her,Our hair tied in a knot

Behind-





In years-

Quiescent-

Tolerant- Not so-

Vulnerable-

To-

Shame or sin,

Or weary-

Of mistakes,

(Almost anything around-

us has always had to have-happened,)

For there aren’t but one-

Direction-

When every jamming-

Scream:

‘wants his or her way,’

And she talks softly-

To me,

Soft as silk,

On majestic legs-

She wants to walk—

The tendrils of our new-Feelings-

Puzzled,



She doesn’t quite know-

I’ve been in-

Love with-Her somewhere-

Out there,

(Stranded for keeps-

By her wonder,)

Still:

I want to-

See-

Her spirit-Without-

The misshapen nails,

And,

The star-

Cluttered-

sprawling-

Of her-

Lesbian,Best friends,

The models-

The convicts-

The heiresses,

The chefs-My sisters-

The heat of all-



Their-

Friction-

Brings- No flowers to-

My dreams,

Just piggish hands,

Holding up noisy-

Ceilings,

“that fall with-

or without-

them”And I want to thank her,

I want to be thanked,

But there’s been love,

So every mouthful-

Has been renewed-

By something-

Great (inside,)

I want to complain of not being-

The only one-(for her,)

And here I win,



But hope she never-

Loses:

(the true exclusion-of our shelters,)

Dawn-

Of-

All-

Sunny-

Bursts-

Of bless-

And-Gravity-

Pulling-

The-

Yearning-

Bodies,

Always-

Together,

First,



Carnival

Its from all the:

‘Come on over me,’

Feelings (in me,)

The faithfulness of:

“Love that holds us thru-

Has been of your making,”

Its not for the dearth-

Of love,

Its not that any love-

Wouldn’t do,Its that after you-

Appeared,



The rest of the-

Faithful-

Disappeared,(Fatalistic-

Dropped by the wayside,

Romantics almost see no hope,)

Or were-

Unsure of-

Their own footing-

From the beginning,

And were made so much-Less certain-

By-

The scents-

Of our lust,

Which have a way-

Of permeating-

In through the-

Dust-Of a meet,

For the windows-

Of adoration-

Are bolder-

Than:

Think,Louder-

Than simple,



Unaccountable,

As the sun,

And its palpable-Echoes-

Loom-

Over all moons’-

Worth,

Watch over-

Beauty-

In shadows,

Rings-What’s woven-

By us-

Is the-

Whole,

And oh, you fragile-

Lingerers of repeat,

How- but for fear,

There’s no defeat-At all,

The peach queen



I want to ask the-

Peach girl,

On the sidewalks,Almost every morning,

If her feet are as large-

As they seem

In the black-and-

White shoes-

That never match-

The frailty-

Of her face,The lark of-

Her hands,

Moving around the-

Waist,

Hoisting up weights-

Of trousers-

In jeans,

Then:Dismissing them,

With the slight of-

Thinly fingers,

Arched-

Like breasts,

Restless-

As thoughts-

Of wings-

Though restraint-

Never leaves her faces-

Irresistible-

Thrills,

(Its spring here,)

Yesterday she had a young-



God,

With her,

“we’re walking the-smell-

of Africa together,”

He dreams with-

Their tall-

Youth,

And breathes out-

Their bread,

(And the seeds roar by-My feet,)

Today, I wondered-

If the waters-

Should run-

By her spirits-

“Her chords-

Sound like chains,

And her thighs-Aren’t so womanly-

And desirable as yours,”

Not brittle-

Nor fertile-

For rain,

‘But here’s me,

In her,

Too,’

(she said;)



Your,Early mornings-

Winsome-

Expect,

In-

Silence asking:

“To gratify the truth-

Whisper the-

Immaculate-In beds,”



Oppression

Burga and amameh-Cover more-

Than baldness,

And excess of hair-

Unkemptness,

They cover-

Sins,

Of those-

Fathers and-Mothers,

Against-

Their own,

Unless you come-

Out,

Whole,

Unless you come-

Into the-Togetherness’-

Hours-

Home,

Your names-

And tribes-

Are subject-

To-



Extinction-

To pay for-

The injustices-You’ve-

Worn,

By the aridness-

Weight,

By shade less ness-

(Abes,)

The judgment-

Understands-The sometimes-

Unavoidable-

Wrongs-

Of some scents-

But that you now-

Know,.

And by virtue of what-

I’ve imparted to-You,

You’re in-

My hold:

“For once they know they’re doing-

wrong, if they continue-

to do so,



let the collective splendor-

of knowledge-collapse on them,-

let them be taken-

out-

in numbers-one by one-

let them arrive back-

as anything-

but consciousness-armed,”

let them not be amongst us,for the sake of-

Human race,

for the sake of innocence-

For the sake of our lord-

Jesus,

Amen,

Echoes



My will,

Is nine-

And eight-My will’s-

Been ten,

And is, in the,

Distances,

My will’s flame-

Has six at-

Its tail,

But her tallest-Graces isn’t-

At that furthest-

End,

But fore-front,

My will,

Isn’t yours,

Nor is it-

Not theirs,It has your-

Eye’s-

Greenness-

Covered,

It isn’t anything-

But straight,

Though it takes-

The shortest-

Hollow,

To and-

Fro all-

Shadows-

Of hers love,

It’s attracted-



To the heat of her-

Eyes-

Manners,The pink of her-

Legs,

Accounts,

The plains-

Of her-

Breasts,

Unforgettable-

Winters,Their abandon,

Their ruins-

Stare,

To the milky-

Ways,

(When they come to be eyelids,

of the crosses’-

unborn,)



Constellations

There’s a head,

Pinned,Over-

Every star-

I’ve conceived,

A limb-

Supposed,

On every planet-

And moon,

They’ve fancied-Their own,

Befuddled,

Reveries,

(Some rogue,)

Cleverest-

Are orbital-

Verdant,

Castles-

With-

Brooks,

And-

Muddy--

Rivers,

That breathe-

The spirits-Of-

Lions-



Bears-

And fish,

Up-The ladder-

Of cold chisel,

Bed rock,

And the Nines’-

Spirit,

Clutches the spent,

Bricks it down-

Layered,Like-

They were meant-

To be paradise-

(And I’m through with-

Making stars someday,)



Four

The four-

Shall always be-straight,

Loves-motions-shores,

Its-awakenings-and-their-

Slumbers,

Luminous,Homes-

Of-

Hours,

(their children-

may:

weave-

own,

beds(in-crosses,)if neither-

against-

Their three shelters-

(Two above all stars,)

And never breed-

violence-

tajavoz,)

For to do so-

Is to lose free will,

(I- Inform every bit-

out of my own-

Keenness-

For your wealth-

And health,)



For to conjure upon,

Others-

Other than-Taught-

Well,

Is to lose-frenzy-

Of hope,

Serenity of belong-

‘Luck’ is a song-

I’ve given freely-

To rain-Embedded-

In knowledge-

Predicting-

All therein--

Amen,



Kane

How the base’s-

Of the world came-

Together,

In one piece,

Divided by your sereneness,Into bits of pieces I can neither-

Heal nor deal with,

By forgiveness or-

By three’s-spirals,

The tainted-

Arabian-

Coffee arrived-

Jew’d,By the men-

Ordering their-

Reluctant women around,

“They prove irredeemable,”

Our Lord;

The women didn’t smile-

The abes cowering sounds-

“We shall break the backs of those-

we want, our brothers and daughters alike,”

“The butcher cities and rape our own,’

But you’re coming into disappearances:

Into absolute darkness’-

Sod,



Where the ends of earth meet,

Out of-

All continents-

Soil,

Where we lay you-Spread less,

Conformed-

Without so much as-

As a pulse-

Or a noise,

In my kingdoms’-

Holes,

Allah’s-



Pam’s

Pam’s stands-

By Mr. Orwell,

He’s greened-

Her scents-

(Before,)

And she-

Misses that innocence-(In words,)

She misses the capes of,

Luminous self,

Whose riches,

Beckons the tomorrows-

In her:

“Loves not that form,”

(Her thumb is larger-Than when she came-

Into the woods-

Of miraculous-

Meaningful-

Now,

Before she became-

Wondering-

Separate-

Snowily-

Star-

Of Yemenis doors,

And not in love-

With boys,

At all-





Rain into-

Forests-

Mountains-Pendulums-

And souls,

They were born-

Everyday-Out of love-

Crossroads,

While you-

Kept in-

Slumber-

All that-

(Told,)

Until now,“You were patient, and completed,”

Knowing-

All frost will come-

Back-

Out of this snow,

Someday-



Ceiling

For the love of god-

Why only-

The worst apples-Have doors,

The lesbian moms-

Insisting on-

Pancake make-ups,

On 4 year olds-

The curving-

Shorts,

Weaving-

Unhappy-

Fluffy-

Threads-

(Of no hope,)

The queens-

Of daytime-

Crooked, Nighttime-

Spangles,



(Bored,)

Look: the crossings-

Over and done with,What’s ahead has the:

Requisite:

“You may not go on-

as is-

as been,”

My little Pan and I:

Will hold hand:

And look up at the-

Beautiful-

Tree of win’d,

The kindest Mary-

And I,

(Are in together,)

By ivy,

(Arranging shelters-

for the meek,)And us and nines-

(We’re very cool,)



Feeding the-

Good in deeds,

Even the Abel’s-Straight-

Undeniably-

Green,

Unapologetically-

Gorgeous-

So-

(And the fountain’s-

A vertical Buddha,Ceiling,)

Where I keep all my playthings-

For:

Heroism,

For nudging-

You away from:

Bullying your old-

Conventions of-

Grief,

(onto us-

onto me,)Onto your-

Offspring’s,



Who’re-

Over-

This,(By so many ages and degrees,)

Went

Scrawny old-

Roasted chicken-

With cheese,

And speckled green-

With mayonnaise,

Back-burning-

Wait-

Delivered by the-Hand of old-

Sister-



Who does declare:

Is anything-

But gay,Anything-

But the same-

Ruminations-

Of false-

Wealth-

Of false-

Boyfriends-

That never-But linger-

To show-

The manhood’s-

Bed’s:

“Been so unmade,”

“So untrue as to the-

Saviors’ meant,”

But humanly as to valor-

Bends,

As generosity-Savors-

Its faith-





Nine-6

The Amy across the-

Street-

Tries hard not to smile at all,

With whispering averted eyes,For I try to woo her tenderly-

With my vertical-

Voice,

I find her familiar as a stroke,

(I want to be kept by her strides,)

(The way she urges all to follow her home,)

And its really us, she’s trying not to smile at,

Its been us-

In the shades of all times reverently closed,

(We must be married, we must be lovers,)

We must be generous echoes of:

“Those who nestle kindness-

are forever,”

She became the shape of the woman with torch,

And everyday I try to draw her impressions,Her clothes-

In those abstracted colors of adored,



Like a sleep walker,

Like a brazen man-

Who can’t give up-

To the geometry-

Of any other-

Loves-

(And I know it must be me who wants to possess

her,)

And I know tis desire is the news of the world--





Seals

Don’t repeat the-

Dense murmur-

Of the trousers,Their full fading-

Through the stone,-

(You don’t have to repeat,)

Their tirades-

Against-

Shiny waters,

Their irreversible-

Creep,

They know their curses-

Heap,

They know some death-

Passes,

Are eternal,

Some are only-

Thousands kisses-Deep,

Some wishes are-





This cloud

Like a woman-

Speaking you-

Down,

After Abel’s rubbles,

(like women I’ve met in dreams,)

Like thoughts of me in your seams,

Punctual-

Stubborn,After petrifying rages of burning-

In food,



After chanting for ages of you-

And not receiving for the bears-

In your stockings-Your brothers kept in your gardens-

Of inclining,

Eightfold-

Patient in-

The matter as:

Love matured,

If our eyes-

Engraved by lust-For two-

If verge silence:



Let this in between not-be our only woo,

Let this creature-comforts be who’s,

Let tis cloud flutters by her soothe-Only-



Voice

The beautiful liars-

Stretch along Budlong-

In the shadows-

They’re surrendered by dogs-

By their smell of aggregation-

By own feelings of separation-

From their minarets rooftops-

By wondering thoughts-

That sound-

Like a cheerful girl at home,

They meet her again and-

Again in slumber,

But clocks awaken them-To their cats paws-

To the untidy rings-



That are friction-born,

Like leopards-

And tigresses,(The side-effects-

Of living in now,)

I wait for the truth-

To ripen,

(After I reluctantly believe-

Their lies,)

I consult poets-

I consult the voice-I consult a librarian-

Who tolls:

“Herds of men still walk by-

wanting to hear if their ships

come in-by Gods doors,”

It can’t-

It won’t-

Allah’s crunches them differently-

Than the mutton-worn,

Iron-

Boars-(And he has teeth of all herbivores,)

And then what can compete with the whole-





Parking lots,

Reception rooms,

Wearing thin-My plead-

Covered-

Senses-

Male,

Eclectic-

Pillared plantations,

Of ou remembrances,

I don’t know why-She doesn’t so much as walk-

Across this urgent road-

In through this lithe--

Opened door,

And lie stretched-

Naked-

Reaching-

(like a bridge,)On the floor,

(Cause I’m already there,)



And I don’t know why no one-

In tis kingdom, objects to hers-

Passion-and-ours Not-being-served-

I don’t know how she can promise-

Love, and not give-in to all its-

Wounded-

Scents-

I don’t know why even spring doesn’t-

Move her feet, when doubt’ is so-

Overwhelmed-(Hooshang- don’t know how long this-

Love will last,

I only know that all fire is sustained by-

Your thirst,)

Nourooz-2012

Laws

These verses aren’t-

To provide food-

But for church’s,

Temples-

And mosques-(of those who can afford walking in with me,)

Most won’t-





homes,

are,

Ever

No rapist-

Enforcer of abomination-

Has a place by my names ever,

Whether-

Its-

Earth-Or billions-

Constellations-



Built by own hands,

Lights, own matters-

No dark chasm, can set-Foot, upon my mattress,

I ‘v build this house with-

Love,

With its abundance of-

Kindness and care for-

All kind,

Lest you ever forget,

Who is the creator-Your lord and master,

Lest you ever forget-

Who brought you-

Here,

Shall taketh-

Away,

(By the sole virtue-

Of possession,)For the sole purpose-

(Only my own reincarnation,)

(You won’t belong here, and I-

(Never leave,)



Natalie’s news

“You got it,”

He says;

It just that-

I expect-

Something extremely-

More generous of a tip,

(of a landslide,)

From that mine-

She holds Napoleon’s-

Legs;She says;

“What does that have to do-



with me, or love?”

I asked repeatedly,

The woman is clueless as to-The redundancy of explanations-

Their exclusion of all things:

My having been a physicist and a-

Poet perpetually-

I mean: “How would details like-

The big Dippers legs, have to do-

With her breasts permanency, which-

Are a phenomenon more artful than – Almost anything-

And that her lips and fingertips not-

Been seen-

By the sight of snow, in zillion years,

I figured, dearth of light might besiege her

Hearts’ with longing,

But last I saw her, she was repeating

Tomorrows’ news-

(Which were delivered last year,)

Rotten--



Ruffled



Spirit of the cows-

Ruffled the neighbors-Daughter, or sister-

I’m never sure which,

She’s old enough to be-

Anyone, anything-

(She has this nocturnal breathing,)

That boasts of firmness and flowers,

For she slept open arms in my folder-

The cows must begetting tired of-Slaughter, and becoming drizzle-

As the Jews wonder (unsuccessfully,)

She left with this bright thread of-

Yearning for poetry and her other chairs,

Which are divided unevenly across America-

And other fields of red, and white,

Unevenly I said-

Because they’re supposedly waving-Stillness’ exiles-

Into her pockets,

Accepting their-

Terms of surrender,



Against our ways,

Against the keen-Sources of love-

And lust in my-

Will--

So, her thoughts are mostly abandoned-

With frowns by me, like secret gills-

For gods out of land mills-

Can still breathe her wings-



Vase

The rich shall-

Pay for the spoor’s-

Education and well-being,

That’s the pre-requisite-

Of being allowed wealth-By your maker,

By the Caesars,

By their Kanes,

By the fathers of-

Shiny Napoleonic’s-

And mothers of-

All grisly beRS-

And wondering-Jews keepers-

Of-

All colors and-

Persuasions-

By all the virtues that-

Control this great house’s-

Of being-

From sea to shining-

Sliding sea,

By movements of every turtle-

And nephew-

And the next door neighbors-

burgeoning trees--

By CIA, the local police-

And the Taliban’s-



(Because if you haven’t noticed-

The houses have owners,

And they all sit under-

The same milky way-Skies,)

Which are entirely mine-

(And yours for eternity,)

(And though everything can be-

Simplified for your understanding,

The truth is there’s still a lot-

Of Science that you can’t get-

A grip on,)(And then: Miraculously-

All these times-

And spaces:

Interact with one another,

Like rolling hills-

Which why there are 100’s-

Of-

Ships from all times and sectors-

Waiting in the shadows of system:

Wondering how to sustain world:

That with certainty has one leader-

Only:

(And he’s writing, drawing, painting-

Comprehension, for all your children-

To feel,))



And Waiting so anxiously to get to the-

Next Stop-

To kick in the last phase of creation-

(And for the promise of all the girls to see,)

By carrying all the beginning's seeds-Thus: Africa is really what it looks like:

Its the vase that holds the final-

Key,

hooshang-

Amen,





I whisper come-ons-

Everyone can hear,

I tell her I think:Her mother be proud

To know- how much-

Jesus loves her,

But she ignores every bit-

Of this truth:

Like abandonment or love-

Don't reap or are too late,

And opens and closes her-

Cardigans,

Just so I can get a glimpse-

Of her breasts-

Which she knows-

I like to blind myself with—

Their affection-

Someday--



Vessel

The peach-and-blue-

Girl,

Is very familiar,

On some days I-

Bow to her,

Like a king-Like she can’t be-

Misunderstood,

For being Abel-

Has been-

And is no sin,

(It’s the unquiet hide-

Of the her bed-less,)

(The stones’ run-

Is a slow march-

Onto defeat,)

And she guards that-

As well as myself-

As well the Cain’s-

As well the motions-

Of Every moving body-In through our streams-

“Those who don’t submit-



to God’s rules, can not-

Seek shelter by my rivers-

For these rivers, are beds to-His feet,”

And soon as I’m done bowing to-

The peach ness of her lips-

The glow of her cheeks-

A slow blow of wind-Brings the smell-

Of dense hair-

Off Has-

Been-

Rotting-

Teeth (change you food please,)

(And I rebuke her everyday-

Almost.

For-

Attaching such enormous-

Weight-

To her keep,)

And she doesn’t remind me of-

Yesterdays,

(And some days she walks like only tomorrow,-Could hold so many promises-

Of our release,)



(And more and more everyday, I want to find solace-

By her sane-

By her kneel-appealing-Peaks,)

Tomorrow

They want to come-up,

For air everyday-

So there are beggars along-

The road-

Unkempt women with long-Long-nails,

And hit men sent by the rich-

The nights are guarded by-

Tomorrow,

You of today-

(Oh, so very, very old,)

Want to harm me-

You of tomorrow-

(The new golden you,)

Are here just for the-

Protection of the Lord-

And I signed the time-

Movements in Germany-

400 years or so from now,

And we crossed all the streets-Unapproachable,

But by the children-



Of the meek,

And you, creatures of miracles-

Remind once in a while-How decrepit-

And bewildering-

Everything is round here,

‘This is the tall city –

Of stone,

This was where we-

Grew-

Where primordial-

Angst ran,

These inhabitants-Were lost-

To mirrors-

That neither-

Cradled man-

Nor God,

Yet were burnished-

To eternal-

Safety-

And life-

By his plans,”

Amen-Nine-



Emolument

The Abes chasm street-

Upon my life-

Many a worm-

Many in harms way-

For their turbulence-

Is always for money-

And anguish of-

Children,

(What child would-Want to be raped-

And molested-



By his own-

Father-

And mother,)By any stealing jaw-

That looks as though,

A protector,

And it was so-

They were selling-

Their own infants-

By the temple tables-

And they had to be-Turned-

Over,

For I knew-

There shall be no-

Graves that opens-

To light,

Only dark pools-

And the axle returns-

Every quickened sands-

If I’m not repealed with-

Submission-

And-

Observation of:“The difference between-

Wrong and right,



In between-

Cowardice-

And-Might,”

Kingdoms

Before dawn-

I want to know if-

Pam’s spirit will-

Take wing,

And lie by my side-

On the left of hemispheres-

If she can be invisible-

Inexhaustible, so sensuous-

That way-

They want to change the-

Constancy of our hearts-

Its very transformations-

Of two breaths-

In one,The way her voice-

Can glide over so-



Close,

When all the male visions-

Vanish into oblivion-I want to say:

“Even the pretend husbands-

Leave the ecstatic airs,”

I want to ask:

“Can she and I swagger-

Out of the camps,

And-

Settle on:

The meeting of our verves,”

Its so lustful-

And to be more than-

Truthful,

She touches my heart-

And I lose so much of time-

Looking for her flesh’s-

Scents,

(Here-and-there,)

Its not easy to invent love,

(I want to say,)Though I’ve done it everyday-

With her names-



Beside me,

(Like murmurs of imperishable,)

Pan says:You have to secretly remind her-

Who in the world loves-

Her most,

And who’s keep-

Is her pleasurest-

Mostest,

And who’s love led you to her-

Doors,But my own-

My own-

P’am (My right foot)

You act like you-

Haven’t read the words,

As though their truth-

Are not your relief-

But burden-

As though you don’t know-

That some of your fathers-

And mothers,

Have continued to commit,

The most heinous-

Crimes-

Beneath and under-

Your nose,(Right under and in front of-

your toes, but you’ve kept-



refusing to hold them accountable,)

Why-

But I tell you again and again-Their crimes against infants-

And young boys and girls-

Arte known to all of-

Us,

Whether-

Its Cain or Abel’s’-

And I tell you again and again-

That none has a home or shelter-

Under the skies or without them-

Ever,

None can be led by light-

Or its complete absence-

Into anything but lakes-

That are guarded-

By snakes-

And for snakes-

That every law in this world collectively:

Says,“Father they shall be no longer-

No longer,”



That whether My P’am (right foot)

Or left foot (Abels,)

Their act must continue to leave the-Tribes responsible out from-

Under-

My world,

Whether millions of them into wars-

Or wards,

Mice or vermin,

Every movement must mean-

That Lord:

“They shall be no longer,”

For if we can’t protect our children-

And youngsters,

We refuse to be offered doors-

For the safekeeping of our clusters,

And that we shall tell them-

That in the eyes of lord,

Teens have their own minds and-

Hearts to wonder,

But to release any human-

Being out of its innocence’s-

Thunder,Is to not belong to this world-

Of ours-



Or Yonder,

At all,

Amen-nine,

Closing doors of the base

Whether from-

The end or-

Beginning,

You have to be born-

To Mary (Eve)-

To exist,

Whether on earth-

Or

Clusters off-

Orion belts-

I have to breathe-

You there,

Myself-And then break,

I see all other-



Talk,

As indignant-

To the verse-To the-

Truth,

That creates-

Its further-

Meanings’-

Wealth-

And I know of their-

Envy,

And I know of their rank,

But to give anything-

Other than true-

Is to receive-

Not-

The-

Doors given by heaven-

And by thyself-

(Whether the chicken-

Or the egg, comes-First-or-last,

My hands still-



Have to put-

You there,)

Ellhe-4

Only nines.

Eves-

And Ables can come-

close carnally-

To my names-

For the next 10000-

Tears-

(The canes torment-

and violation of others,)

bars them fom that-

lights lure,)

In north Africa-Their red noses-

Are mixed with-



Everyone-

Else’-

Tresses (4)-And not-

With scribe-

Wings-

Of tis:

Frozen-

Head-(complete,)

The arid-

Geometric roofs,Are not of the-

Dipper dens,

But the skies are-

Awash in two-

By then,

The salvation’-

Riches’-

Tray-

That-

Catches-

All rain,

So the divans are-

Be there,

Descending-Words of-

Confirm-



In her-

Scents,

And my nine-(Who wears the name,)

Will give them-

Reverent-

Silkier legs,

To spark-

Tens billions-

Nights-

Of :Arabian-

Peace,

Palms close-

Reading-

Wields-

Hope,

(If you care,)

And if you breathe-The immense-

Measure:

(Belong to me,)

(Tell them they were led by My-back-

right-leg-was-Satan, is Pam,)

Tell them: they can only be led by-

my own names now,)Tell them: I shall be married-

to my Nines, tell them:



that union is-been-

forever-loves',))

Tell them: I’ve got-The rainbow and-

The white,

(tell them, every drop-

of water-

blood-

and wine-

is mine,)

(Tell them, you’re already there, for-me,)





Eighth Melody

I want my poems-With you,

And I want to-

Consummate them-

With you,

After each early morning-

Coffee-

Breathing-

After the men’s shadows-

Fallen through the cracks-

In the threadbare,

After they’ve exhausted calling-

Us by any other names than-

Faith-

On the endless carpet-

Of forms-Where your straight legs-

Come and go-



Without rumors-

Of six-fists,

Or scents of pale murky-

Bread-(Gone deathly stale,)

On my plump mattresses-

Bought off my neighbors-

For 50 wintry, fateful dollars-

Once we’ve climbed the stairs-

So the heaven too can easily-

Wonder:

The secret settlements-Of his spells,

Of the gratification-

Springs-beds-

Already-

Made,

(And of the powers of your seduction,)



Scattering

There’s a perfect-

Way to get-

Rid of you,

Its not a-

World war this-

Or that,

Nor is it your-

Family secrets-

Crept-

Spilled out like-Bruises-

Over your neighborhoods:



“Dads,”

But there’s a perfect curse-

For a tribe-That does-

Neither listen-

To the words-

Written in their name-

Or scents,

Nor follows-

Judgments-

Hokms,

(Directives-sent,)

Hears what she wants-

To hear,

Picks out only what-

Mirrors a false sense-

Of grief-

(Which is meant alone,

To gather its brethren-

Around one feigned sense,)

Any tribes that’s not in-Acquiescence-

With my names,



(There’s a perfect wave in getting-

Rid of you, and-

I’ve written perfectly-With inks of that sand,)

That if you don’t submit-

You don’t belong,

You don’t exist-

That bread of my body-

Breath of my soul given-

Consistently to conclusion-

Of those acts,)

There’s a perfect way to getting ride of you-

(I’m the heart of its plan,)

Amen-nine-





Raising the Devil

Have been carrying-

The Ammunition-

The-

Loaded unruly spirits-The beaten soul’s-

Flowing dismay-

Of her weight-

Her lovers-

Her tenements-

And everyone’s dishonorable-

Inflections on her-

(Including my owns,)

But been carrying-

This horrendous-

Note,

Wall-by-wall,

Brick by the-

Bricklayers-

Waste-(What enormous ignorance,)

The terrifying vision-



Must have-

Should have-

Escaped-But the creeps-

Are rolling-

In and out-

Of town,

(Bedlam lairs,)

Like they own anything,

Anywhere,

The occupants-

Won’t empty-

The gates of hell:

They want more money-

More power,

They want to threaten-

The bravest-

By their scarcity-Of wisdom, and will-

(And they’ve been given-



light,

like there’s no end to it-

(There isn’t,)But none is allowed inside gods-

Chambers for 220

Years-(and not in name,)

Until the dues are paid-

In full,

For twisting-

Deceiving-

The flocks-

And the purveyors-

Of best intentions-

And wealth-





Letter to Mary

Don’t leave me alone-

With them,

Take me along-

With the efficacy-

Of your own,

I’m all the haste in us-Rushing head long-

Into repairs-



Into the moon certainty-

Of each affair-

One life long,Its not that I’ll listen-

Each time,

Its not that I can never-

Ignore,

The sounds-

Of our own-

Home,

Its just that, one is Pam-But they’ve been Pans (Devils,)

For so long,

That they sound intact-

As stones are-

Vipers shine forth,

Their women:

(Fistfuls-of-love,)

Neither praise- Nor sheltered-

Loved-

Has harvested-

A palsy shade-

For anyone-

As far as-

Andromeda,

As close as these mutinous-

Hounds,

My names must adorn two-

things in each life-

What services they have done-

And who-

they come home to:

‘In the infinite of white,’(Must be as true as the sun’s,)





As many as the Jews as he-

Can,

“My name is Einstein here-For this very reason,”

And As the judgments-

And these horrid-

Hills of war rescind,

You’ll be coming-

Home-

“My back-and-right-

Leg,”The grief of your separation-

Is over-

Den Namen (Raising the Devil-3)

Pamela is hooshang-

Hooshang is name-

Gottlicher,

We came to blend-

These silent shrieks-

Into thunder,

This architecture-Has your fingers,

These arranging hands-



Are here to listen-

But to remember only-

The rebirth,She slept in me,

As I’ve slept in her for:

How’d I perfect this world-

Without her-

Linger,

Without her beginning-

Of hearts,

The heaviness of back on heights-

(When she fell from heaven,)

And came running for the teaming-

Of our voices,

Into two-

Into the boundaries;

Of stumbling through-The Beginning and the end,

Into keeping the grasp, the key-



The ring,

(Into eyelids of wonder,)

Into you-

Juliet

Juliet is missing-

From the grocery-

Store,

Her golden locks-Secret perfume-

Been replaced by a-



Witches form-

The replacement knows of-

My torment,Because she appears-

Frequently in my way-

Its her triumph parade:

‘I replaced the woman-

you adored,

On days when she was here-

(your unending love notes,)

On days she was absent by-Meandering empty handed-

Up and down the aisles-

Gently hazed,’

(Oh, how the bent, shudder-

At the thought of the love-Be my- way,)

And I look at the replacement-



With contempt,

I whisper if my love isn’t back-

Flames shall engulf each-And every one of their fates-

If Lady Christ isn’t returned to-

My silver keep-

Every one of you-

Will be made an-

Example of:

By being denied-

The breath of light-And life-

In ever after,

Amen,

Letter to Mary

Don’t leave me alone-With them,

Take me along-



With the efficacy-

Of your own,

I’m all the haste in us-Rushing head long-

Into repairs-

Into the moon certainty-

Of each affair-

One life long,

Its not that I’ll listen-

Each time,

Its not that I can never-Ignore,

The sounds-

Of our own-

Home,

Its just that, one is Pam-

But they’ve been Pans (Devils,)

For so long,

That they sound orphaned-As stones are,

(Vipers shine within them,)

Their women:(Fistfuls-of-strange-love,)

Neither praise-



Nor sheltered-

Loved-

Has harvested-A palsy shade-

For anyone-

As far as-

Andromeda,

As close as these mutinous-

Hounds-

My names must adorn two-

things in life-What services they have done-

And who-

they come home to:

‘In the infinite of white,’

(Must be as true as the sun's,)

Old



I don’t carry a world-

That doesn’t submit-

To my will.(I have been carrying-

it,

so it has-

for it can not exist-

Without that wish,)

I do not-

Watch such horror-

Go on,Without making-

Every effort-

Living or death’s-

By virtue of my soul and flesh-

And millions gates-

Of heaven-

And hell,

And all in between in them,If your Ables’-

Your good deeds-

Are taken care-

Of by eternity’s-



Every wind,If you’re abes-

Your in submission-

Was paid for-

Here and there-

Everywhere,

And neither-

Your tribe-

Nor your name exist-In the youth of my names-

(I saw them extinguish-

your dimness-

And masquerades,)

Word by word,

Verse by-

This verse

(And there were rivers-and roots,

and meadows-

and snakes,)



And your old neighbors-And foes-

And scarce friends-

Danced naked-

Around-

That stage-

With the infinite wisdom-

Of this sage (8th,)

(And we were getting old- by the light of that-

wave,)



Two

Bible is great-

Koran adequate for the-

Wildness of the arid-

It had to serve-

Then and there,

(lest they bury and harm-

not their women.)But nothing from-

The beginning-

Was allowed-

The comprehension-

Of two,

When the farmer knowledge-

Springs the doubt-

Off you,By verse-

By songs-

By virtue of love-

Loss,

By lines and shadows-

In colors-

Of you,

In straight-

Announcements-

That there will-

Always be the truth,

(Al-saratal-mostagheeem,)



My way is right-

All time-seers waits-

Ashadan-la-ilaho-ilallah-

I’m revealed by my names— Now-

Scattering

There’s a perfect-Way to get-

Rid of you,

Its not a-

World war this-

Or that,

Nor is it your-

Family secrets-

Crept-

Spilled out like-

Bruises-

Over your neighborhoods:

“Dads,”

But there’s a perfect curse-

For a tribe-

That does- Neither listen-

To the words-



Written in their name-

Or scents,

Nor follows-

Judgments-

Hokms,

(Directives-sent,)Hears what she wants-

To hear,

Picks out only what-

Mirrors a false sense-

Of grief-

(Which is meant alone,

To gather its brethren-

Around one feigned sense,)

Any tribes that’s not in-

Acquiescence-

With my names,

(There’s a perfect wave in getting-

Rid of you, and-

I’ve written perfectly-

With inks of that sand,)That if you don’t submit-

You don’t belong,



You don’t exist-

That bread of my body-

Breath of my soul given-

Consistently to conclusion-Of those acts,)

There’s a perfect way to getting ride of you-

(I’m the heart of its plan,)

Amen-10-



Hokms

First started with all the-Beelzebubs left-

From long ago,

“They don’t even know-

What century they’re in,”

Then came the extra-weight,

From 6000 After my Birth,

And they too had the refuse-

With them,

Then the verses went around-

Like questions-

Like love notes,

Like commands--

And they knew their-

Waves were caught in,

By the straightness-Of the news-

And their keepers’-



And the lazy ignorance-

Took hold of their-

Brains-And their thoughts-

Had been placed-

At the wrong ends-

And the men-

Wanted their sodden-Ways unchanged,

Which wouldn’t do-

But their best acquiesced-

For their own sake-

And the sake of the women--

And children,

(And stayed,)

But the hardest-

Hit,

Were always the ones-

That listened to no one-

Else,

So they left with-

The snakes and their-

Waste,And won’t be back-

Until every due has been-



Paid-

To all of our names-

And in the name-Of all illness’-

Riddance,

Left-or-Right

All the commands against-

Them,

Went out-

Because you went after-

Someone meek,

And innocent,

And when warned you-

Never hesitated-

(Your ass is in your brain,)

And you went after my name,

And you’re short for-

Lack of benevolence,

You’re short for-

Lack of generosity-For absence –

Of any residues-



Of what its like to be-

Human,

Amongst-My births,

Thus you shall not-

Be reborn,

You may not return to the-

Same health-

Or comfort,

As before,

I’ve laid out the tiers one-

By one,

Name by name,

Your fate are as-

Your deeds and-

Thoughts been for-

All of my time and hers,

And I’ve seen the last of you-

The pillars of your lost graves-

Rest upon-Mary’s bed,

(And those steppes -



breed lush-

eternal life,)

Those acts were done,Before your eyes were set-

Upon my wealth—

Amen-10-

John-5,6

Leave the Abes,

Below four,

Out of every shelter-

And berth,

Leave them-

Until they come with-

Submission-

And acquiescence –

Into this range,

Tell them-

There’s no harvest-

The clouds-Shall not rain on-

Your grains,



Tell them: you-

Weren’t singled out-

For shortness of stature- Nor breath,

But for the scarcity-

Of vision-

To see that my coming-

Has mostly been for your-

Salvation-

And sake,

Tell them your men-Have ass buried-

Deep into their brains-

This causes violation-

Of children and women-

Across every human race,

Tell them your women-

Are wanton,

And deeply scarred by-

Friction waste for-

Their lust after themselves,

Tell them receiving their heat-

Will not be put upon-

Any other noble scent,

Tell them these words,

Are irreversible-

And await only-Prayers submitted-

With obeisance-



To the house-

Of yes,

Faith

You call it whatever you like,

Its been called religions-

But it’s Both-

The geometry,

physics,

and the verses are-

the calculus-

the numbers installed eternally-

for the worlds-

Best keep,

I’m neither-

A prophet,

Nor have I ever been,

Moses, Zarthusht, Buddha, Jesus-

Are my own names-(Our only prophet is Pam,

For in the scarcity of waters,



They could hear no one but him-her,

Verses are given by Gabriel who is me-

To tune the tribes of aridness-In,

(To the house of laws,)

(To the house of love,)

And their ways are not straight-

But Mohammad’s (Pam’s,) are-

So they suffer for rejection of all-

Women-kind,

And without safety of women-There are no safe children at all,

And I know you’re full of-

Self-loathing-

Or self-love,

But without-

Absolute-

Compassion-

Or love,

There shall be no fates at all,



Rostam

Rostam my father-

Goes to sleep-

With his expires of abes’-Here,

Where life has infinite,

Time,

I woke him in 4000-

Years,

Where I’m the son of Cains-

As a young man,

(Thus the Starwars,

Are true, the cinema created-

So you talk to yourselves then-

Because you exist like voluptuous-

Plants,)

He brings the extra weight-

Back to the beginning-

As the end,And hooshang carries the weight-

On his shoulders,



By the dunes of sand,

But my name there-

Has to destroy the-Weight,

Because they’re one-

Long, thick-

Shadow-

Of –

Violence-

Upon his fathers’-

Brethren,

And the father must kill-The sun,

Because I give my-

Life,

To plant new forms of-

Life,

On my mother (Mary’s) hands-

And the fruition goes back in time too,

Because the future always determines the-

Past (fast,)

Thus infinity is repeatedly-

Anchored in its-

Haste,

(And the haste is Lord (the light,)

My way is always the-

Plan,)



Because of Abes (Flaws)

Abels are barred-

From marrying onto-

My names for 400 years,Or more, for breaking the-

Trust, bestowed, and instead-

Nines over their net, must set-

Forth, for thus they shall not-

Be abandoned at all, but kept-

At a distance, without lights-

Immediacy, which reveals too:

They’ve covered themselves-

in their own waste (food)-and,

can only slowly be driven out,’

(change your food or fast now)-

And if the trust is broken again:

It means the doors of heaven-

Closes to her names’ marriage-

As well, for 100 years or so,And this must be adhered-

To, before their new name is-



Given out,

And if the nines-left, and-

right aren’t-

Closed to my names and-

Ghosts- (or celibate,)

The closure of Abels to my Names is forever--

Sure’-

D,

Therefore half of the-

Doors of heaven,

Must Be straight-

From now on,

Or there shall-

Be no unions-

In between –

The Pam’s-

Names,

Abels,

And ours,





Infinite,

Complete,

Is that which:

Neither-

Of one--

Means-

Or-

Persuasion,

But what the whole-World-

Within-

Needs-

And to two,

Agreeable-

Thus all dreams-

Are-

Unending,

Freed,

And from-

All landscapes-

Of we meet,

Conceivable-



Until yesterday

There’s nothing-

You can do,

In the visible-

Or invisible-

Theatre of spirits-

(There’s no ghost but the holy spirit,)

But there’s nothing you-

Can do to-Change tomorrow,

Or yester-dates,

We came-

We saw,

We will-

And repeat-

Until-

The very reflection-

Of evil-

Is erased-

Out (Of Canes-and-Abes,)

By the rippling good deeds,

By the:

Saratal-al-mostagheem,

By the silent drip of-This ink,

Into the walls,



Before-

Page after-Page-

Has taken flight,

Into the forms-

That recede with-

Weight-

Into-

Home,

By wings that rise-Out-

Of the ashes-

Of every soul-

Of the wronged-

Into my windowpane,

Into that ponderous wait-

In the square panels-

Of time-and-space,

You: who don’t belong-

Don’t exist,

Unless your repentance has been-

Received-

By each and every one-

Of my names,

Until this dwarf-Ignorant-

Proliferation-



Of affront-

Has been stopped-

Until the geometry-

Of the errant numbers-

From ten directions-

Been built into-

Holes of:

Neither vibration-

Nor pulse,

(Until yesterday,)



Or loves a motion

You don’t like me,

You don’t like mary-

From this point out-

There’s no one-

Left to approve-

Or dislike-

Everyone is born to eve(mary)-

(To exist-or-not,)

Thus every possible state-

Is ours--

Everyone comes from-

My feet and apart-

From my right-

(Its wrong,)(though there’s right-

in both-right-or-wrong,)



You can’t like-

Or love yourself-

Without an object-Outside of you,

Apart from me:

(There’s none,)

You’re left without-

What we thrive on,

Being loved-

By someone-

For whom-We run-

Loves a motion-(an-orbit,)

And unless you care-

For the miracles-

I brought,

I shall leave you-

Expiring in-the-

Trembling-Hands-of-

Time,



Two

Without this church-

Without Two-

You don’t come back-

You don’t come back in-

One piece,

You don’t come back with-

Dignity or work-

That befits,

Not unless you’ve surrounded-

Yourself-

With good deeds-And good thoughts,

Upon which you are-



My church,

24 hours a day-

Seven days a week,And nothing can tear us apart--

Belong

Everyone must belong-

To someone,

Even I belong-

Most:

To nine-

To mary-

To ables-

Without tis virtue-

What of desire-

What of the very-

Notion-

Or right-And wrong,

The apple in thy-



Hands-

Belonged,

The sacrament of being born,The sleepy morning,

My love is a building-

With belonging-

There’s no threat on ripeness-

No prison or injury-

Of innocence,

No belly marching-

Through,

Weary agony,

No withered-

Time-

Lost-Grace-

And perfect deaths-



Where you strut,

And yawn-

Happy-With me-

Waking up tomorrow-

With two bare-

Feet,

Knowing-

(Belonging lands-

And leads,)



Dance only (Japan: 2850 A.D.)

I mean to cross-

What I’ve conceived as love-In between a man and a woman,

In between-

Generous hands-

And marble grounds,

From the heights of-

The yellow land-

(mines home,)

By salmon pink,And wine,

For her brown-

Curled tresses are long,

And tied with a bow-

On the left-

Hand side,

Where her painted soft fingers-

(her hands are suddenly beautiful,)

Direct a window-

In to her-

Side,

To where what she call-

’Noghteh,’

Keeps us in strides:

That are now-More-

And more-



Bedded-

By the light of-

Love-(In her colors of pale green,)

cherry-red-

And I know I’ll-

Travel the full-

Course of this as any eternal-

Thing,

When she comes-

My possession will-Take form-

By her will,

And by any door-

That leads to her keeps-

And then she can conjure-

Us up with or-

Without a body-

That her loves-Was planted-

By these-

Words-

And seeds,

And are renewable by hers only-

In times,



Mirrors

I don’t care-

How close you’re to-

Your own,

How similar,

Your likes and preferences,

Or whether all of you are-

The sames-Or straights,

In tribes-

On moons-

Earth or any other-

Planet,

Your spirit hears-

And knows-

The inclusion of-All others,

The plants-

Animals-

Every creed-

Or race,

And if you don’t have-



These other entities-

Physically present-

Safe,

Their eyes of mirrors-

(Amidst your scents,)

Your souls shall-

Feel the heap-And the shout-

Of this enormous absence-

And your own shall feel-

Deaf-

And your own shall feel-

Blinded,

(What justifies love-

is tis enormous care,)For if you love-

The ones I love-

You exist,



No’s

They sit on no’s-

They breathe-

No’s-

Into the air,

Nothing anyone-

Says-

Shall soothe-

Them,Or save them-

From that breath-

That swarms-

Laughter out-

Along with the foliage-

Along with the sense’s-

Or spirits’ depth,

Along with the-Innocence-

Of the young-

And old,

Alike,

Daggers runs-

In the rivers-

Of no rain,

No reflections-

Of known-



Felt-

Or told,

Just the sifted-

Glance of the-

End,

Which doesn’t begin-

Unless I flash-Their wheel-

Into spinning,

Unless I rain-

And I won’t-

For the sake-

Of the unborn-

I see their glitter-

And gold.Unscathed-



Entrust

The truth is a lot-More phosphorescent-

Than black-and-white,



(lob-sided ants,)

The beast was once-

Based on the threads-Spun,

(By the devil insides,)

The wars are your-

Rains upon her house-

(Suns tank,)

(the matter,)

septet by the likes-

of abes-faint,

(The less light you-

haves,)

So, to have that-

Far away,

Heap of wisdom-

In acts,

You ought to clean up,The house from inside,

(Fast,)



Which means:

The red men and-

Women,Can consume more backs-

(meat,)

Because they turn it into-

Something other-

Than what the ables-

Can,

But the abes never listen-

So the cains turn-Murderous,

For the heat is-

Unbearable-

Unforgivable-

Sans rest,

And the sea itself-

Feeds on unconscionable-

Men,(With this sailor at its helm,)

Turns them into other-

Knots,

(Whether red-or-black,)

Turns them into-

Entities that-Crawl-

From under the grass,



Collects them vigorously-

For the Horizon match-

(And gives them- Neither vibration-

Nor pulse,)

Bequeaths the silence to the-

Mast,



Home

Sometimes,

There’s no more-

To understand,

Than the perpetrators-

Of heinous acts,

Are fully to blame,

For their constitution-For their temperance,

And for insight-

Must always mean-

Prevention-

And if we sin-

Or falter,

Acts of redemption-

Must be interminable-And shining forth-

Always,

Warning others not to-

Betray,

And to reek of heaven-

Only,

And to speak of love-

Alone,



(You can’t rationalize murder,

you can move constant,

in its uprooting,)

Immersed in breathing that rain-

You can come home--





Metamorphosis-1

The changes are begun,

I can feel it,

And though I avoid mirrors,

Like a religion-

(Each has been a successive-

catastrophe,

since the scars-

since the broken nose (no's,)

since late teens,

Since the wounds of carrying-

Everyone across,)Yesterday-

The sunlight pushed-



My image into the-

Serene knowledge:

The miracles (farad) are entering-The seems,

And I look more like-

My right foot (Pam's)

And much younger,

So, I can be made-

To remember-

The whole again,

That though the-

Fragments-

Change for-

Relativity,

(I must go from ables side into cains,)

(Creation,)

The crown is always in-

Heaven-

Whichever way the shores waver in-

And that out of every darkness-Death, or injury-

A blaze of light appears-



Floating toward us-

Gathering-

Relief-

Eighth melody-2

First you have her,

And then yourself,

And the words-Are everywhere,

For yours scatter-



Across-

Doubts-

Debt,Toward startled-

Purest constellations-

Hold,

By the begin-

Where the heat-

Dreams of cold,

By the stir-

Of the riverbeds worn-By the stepping down-

Arrival-

Of what yet is unknown-

And by the virtue-

Wanting the-

Best-For whole-

By hands-



And by arriving for spring-

(Earlier and earlier,)

By countless silent songs-

Eighth melody-3

Both sets-

Contain-



Need,

Privacy-

Intimacy-Close,

By my spirits or flesh-

Both mean:

Longings,

Based on feelings-

Based on future-

And the past-

But driven by want-For love,

In now-

Driven by a longing-

That begins or ends-

On love,

The edge of each meet-

Is greened-

By eyes-By yes,

By her shoulders-

By my thrust,By her feet,

By her hands,



By my ears-

That turn to the-

richness of her-sound,

By lust,

(When lust is inseparable-

From all,)

It begins as so much-

And it ends just-

To start,

(By depth-of loss,)

Though by me-

By us,

Its been what-

The entire world-

Wants-

From us-The hearts’ retrieving waves-

(By me,)



The promise of keeping hers nine-

As love-

The Ninth wave



Sex-

Lust and-

Love,All being the-

Same,

Exacting.

Deep-

Rebellious lots,

Tireless-

Mountains-

That speak only-To each other-

As though,

The short span-

Of earth’s-

Is really, really-

Long,

For the sea-

Of hers arrival-Is one enormous-

Wave-

(of content,)



(Where ardor swells like clouds,)Fertile-

With destined--

Smiles-

Like columns of rains-

Like the aroma, the garments-

Like the urgent fingers-

(Hearts sudden rise and fall,)

And the abrupt-Descent of-

(patience,)

Dreamingly-

Mysteriously-

Agreed to arrive-

By his tens-

Into holding-

The haste-Long enough-

For her jars-

For her-

Greening-

Only,

(Of them all,)

And nine berth-





Light

Everything is-

Explainable-

In this world-

Doesn’t mean-Everything is-

Excusable-



Or pardonable-

But everything-

Is redeemable-In the eyes-

Of the lord-

(And that’s me,)

By good thoughts-

And good deeds-

What drove you into-

What dark chasm,

An ill-will, Never means-

That you can’t seek solace-

And renewal in acts-

In works-

In jobs,

Thus at the end-

Of each beginning-

We’re entirely alike-



Keeps

Don’t brag of my-

Left foot-

Nor right,

I’m in both-

At all times-

Don’t criticize-Them,

Or take sides-

The lines-

Are really-

In between-

wrong-and right-

Not tribes-

Not lords feet,

(For both carry-

The short and-

Blinded,

In their midst,)

Don’t talk of-

Your own,

As though-They’re invincible-

To fall, or sin,)



The men in both houses-

Have been carrying weights,

That cumber so much as make-Tomorrow,

Not even coherent-

Inside a dream,)

Only heaven can look across eternity-

Only I know what exists-

And what-

(May not for the sake of humanity,)And for the sake of-

And all the plants and all the animals-

And all the air you breathe, and all that-

Lays upon your tables, and all that shall-

Occupy you in your youth, and hold you-

For keeps-





Equal

You aren’t created-

Equal everyday- None’s been created to-

Be tormented-

O slaved-

But none is created-

Equal-

Everyday-

Because every thought-

Registers-

Every good deed-

Is a number,

And stone by-

Every cloud,

By floor

Bellies-

Allayed-Etched-

By these words-



The combination-

And sounds,

Which are the figures-Through which the world,

Becomes in comprehension-

Of its maker-

His wealth of-

Forever redeems-

The equals every-

Day for their depth-

(Of understanding)

(Eternity is his gift-

And his debt,)

(To the agreement that-

All health is for themselves,)

Amen-



Here

Here:

The gay men-

Stay in closets-

Because its-

Easier-

To get boys-

(children)

And because-

They are-

Perversely-

Greedy-

And subversive-

To laws-

Which requires-

Closets-Of-

(big boys clubs)



Where kids are expensively-

Sought,

Along with more-Money and power,

Outside-

They fight liberated men-

Nails and teeth-

Inside they create-

Cults called:

Mormonism-

Catholicism-Any Judaism-

And shits-

Out there-

In the halls of judgment-Their deeds have annihilated-

Them,

Into dirt—

Into weed-

(Into holes,)

(And not even their names may remain,)

(And not even to their brethren and kids,)



Everyday is Sunday

Everyday is a march-

Through-Soaked grounds-

And wet sands,

And crawl across-

Bared wires-

That are laid-

By asses-

By men-

Without honor-

Loyalty-

Or grace,

By men who-

Are returns-

Into the wilds-

Into rats-

And sewers-(For no human-

(May house them,)



Because when the-

Smallest men-

Have the-Longest shadows-

That’s when-

The son leaves-

The skies-

Unadorned-

For he’s the lord-

And must rule-

By land-

And sea-

And by air-And by all points in between-

Love and hate,

And for everything-

Being written-

Is already over,

(By the flight of the eighth wave,)

(allah’s,)



Because of Abes (Flaws)

Abels are barred-

From marrying onto-My names for 400 years,

Or more, for breaking the-

Trust, bestowed, and instead-

Nines over their net, must set-

Forth, for thus they shall not-

Be abandoned at all, but kept-

At a distance, without lights-

Immediacy, which reveals too:

They’ve covered themselves-

in their own waste (food)-and,

can only slowly be driven out,’

(change your food or fast now)-

And if the trust is broken again:

It means the doors of heaven-

Closes to her names’ marriage-As well, for 100 years or so,

And this must be adhered-



To, before their new name is-

Given out,

And if the nines-left, and-

right aren’t-

Closed to my names and-

Ghosts- (or celibate,)The closure of Abels to my

Names is forever--

Sure’-

D,

Therefore half of the-

Doors of heaven,

Must Be straight-

From now on,

Or there shall-

Be no unions-

In between –

The Pam’s-

Names,

Abels,

And ours,





Knowledge-2

First they fire-

You from every job-

They’re faceless-

Only gestures-

Then you lose-

Home-

And every other-

Abode,

To the long dirty-

Nails-Of their women-

Who smell like-



Unburied animals-

Only a lot of odors-

Though,(Not for tomorrows at all,)

(not unless they’ve 10,000-

Years inside of-

Jungles,)

For somehow being buried-

On and on-

Amongst-

The debris-Left by flowers-

And by leaves-

Violet and pink,

Restores you somewhat-

To human ranks again-

Then the pigeons from-

Hell,

Rain radiation-On you day and night-

Until the very shell-

Of your bed and skin-

Is stripped-

Of their splint-

And you grow reed-

(And write voluminous,)

And all along you’re winning-

By your every starry nights,

By your will and volition-

Then you save them-

You invent them-

You bring them across-

(Without their knowing,)

And their worst come back-And poison your food-

And drink,



(While you’re winning still,)

And you walk by the-

Beggars on the streets-And you know they were-

Kings and queens-

Of Every other-

High street-

And they walk with canes-

They walk hoisting the-

Cheapest-

Liquors-Instead-

(All spent,)

And you know your will –is-

Triumphant-

Everyday-

And every hour-

For those who ill-

By thoughts and deeds-Are here unkempt-

Slovenly-

Begging-

And every black-

Hole-

Is a trap-

And has someone’s-

Eternal death-

In its-

Corners-

(the weeds,)

And you know-

(What really wealth is-

And how it manifests itself-

(Across eternity,)Under God,

Under your names-







All in all

I tell you-

Again and again-

Those who-

Ask for-

Harm of the-

Innocent and the meek-

Those who-

Wish entrapment-Of freedoms-

And inversion-



Of others,

(Any,)

Are the very-Ones-

Whose weeding-

Out,

And annihilation-

Are immediate-

Yes’s-

By:

Eighth-By-

Six and Nine-

From Ten and-

Four directions-

Carried out by ‘the way,’

For there’s glory in that-

War,

That deed is wealth-

And I tell you-

Again,

Those are short of light-

Those are in my left and-

Right arms--And I hear them-

Their spires hear them-



Thus their fates are constantly-

Upturned,

Along-



Canes

Poisoning of Mary’s name-

Jane Austen,

Poisoning gods-

Mozart,

Cowardly torture of-

Ables name-

(Van gogh,)All the murders of-

Honorable men of cloth-

And words-

Are by canes-shorts-

JFK-

MLK-

Abraham Lincoln,

All the ass-ass-ins-Are men of-

No honor-

(Bedlams lames,)

I see you no better-

Or worse than the-

Common criminal-

I wouldn’t abuse you-

But your doors-

Are locked-

From inside out,

You may-

Repent-

You may do service-

In Gods name,

Or your curses in-Million-

Years-



Long-

otherwise,

And to not obey-And follow-

Is to lose-

All your rights-

One by one—

In the name of-

Heaven-

On earth-

Amen--



Instruments-6

Never, ever-

Can you assume-

That the-

Instrument-

Of evil-

Is not the-

Same as evil-

Cosmically-There are always-

Multitudes-

Of sources-

Rivers-

And reasons-

For almost-

Any occurrence-

But in reality-In time-

And space-

The instrument-

Of wrong-

And its sources-

Are the same,

The instrument-

And its legs-

And arms-

Its very soul must pay-

By deeds-

By jobs-

By work-

In the name-

Of heaven-On earth-



By these laws-

Not by being abused-But by penance-

By-confirmation-

Of lords names--

Honor-less canes

Torment, torture-

Of others-Does not-

Constitute,

Life or death-

With honor,

In and out of-

Wars-and-peace,

Amongst my kin-

And amongst yours-

In 40000 years-

Or yesterdays-

The canes responsible-

May not be given-

Doors,

Adorned by:

Wealth-Or hope-

Not until they’ve paid their-



Dues and-

Respects to the principles:

“you may not do harm-no matter what evils--

wish,”

You must seek-

Redemption-

And be cleansed-

By jobs-

By-

Deeds-By work-

(In gods ways,)

Complete-



Whole

To me there are-

Frantic-

Zillion-

Parts to-

Everyone,I haven’t met-

The whole in them-

(I’m the sum,)

And though-

I’m infinite-

No one else-

Is,

Until all edges-

Of restore and mend’s-

Been laid-

Until half-

Heaven doors-

Are straight-

Until all-

Nines are-Virtuous-

And heavens-



Chiefest-

(Alone,)

But I’m Jesus-Kourosh,

Buddha,

And Mary’s-

The nearest-

To courage-

And-

Transcendence’s-

(waves,)

Canes-3

I saved your soul-I’m not just your dad,

I was there from the-

Beginning-

And in the end-

From berlin-

To being born-

As pam,

Your men-

Didn’t want-

Her being-

Born again-

Because they are backs-

And they’re cowards-

At every rank-

So I say unto you-I saved your soul-

I’m not just your dad-



And I don’t want-

To hear a word against-

These laws-Without them-

You can not eat-

You can not feed others-

You are not received-

In any planes-

Or shape-

(you simply can not exist,)

Without them-(But she’s eternal,)



Canes-3

I saved your soul-I’m not just your dad,I was there from the-Beginning-

And in the end-From Berlin-

To being born- As Pam, Your men-Didn’t want-Her being-Born again-Because they are backs-

And there are cowards- At every rank-So I say unto you-I saved your soul-I’m not just your dad-

And I don’t want-To hear a word against-These laws-Without them-

You can not eat- You can not feed others- You are not received-On any planes-Or shape-



(you simply can not exist,)Without them-

(But she’s eternal,)With others-

Mojdeh (Lady Macbeth)

Your heinous burden of-Weight-Upon my house,

You’re inverted.(Thus your name,)

Always Cained-

Always indulging- Always lacking-For your voracious appetite-knows no end,I see you now as a burden-To your livingness-For your sins of turning-

Your mother-Out of her own house-

(And all home is hers,)For abusing her-When elderly and alone,For bullying-

And tyrannical-Use and abuse of-My names (9)-For your ungratefulness-To your maker-

None shall ever find you-Welcome in this world-Until restitution is-



Made and paid,To my names by-

acquiescence and submission-By goodwill,By works (Not jobs,)By protecting yourself-By calm,Until then every single Dipper-Is banned from marrying-Onto my names-For 10000 years—

Or more-(My nines will maintain-The light over that whole,)For there shall be no suffering-

At all-Until I can gaze-Unto this world-

And hear no complaints-Of your vermin,

Until your very-Existence-Is not a shiny-Tongue-Of injure-

And distemper--To those who-Belong so much-More than you-

By virtue of-Conduct-Kindness-

And care-To Who-

And those I love--(Allah,)



Honor-less canes

Torment, torture-Of others-Does not-

Constitute,Life or death-With honor,In and out of-Wars-and-peace,

Amongst my kin- And amongst yours-In 40000 years-Or yesterdays-

The canes responsible-May not be given-Doors,

Adorned by:Wealth-Or hope-Not until they’ve paid their-Dues and-Respects to the principles:

“you may not do harm-no matter what evils--wish,”



You must seek-Redemption-

And be cleansed-By jobs-By-Deeds-By work-(In gods ways,)Complete-

OK-----Canes-shorts

Poisoning of Mary’s name-Jane Austen,Poisoning gods-Mozart,Cowardly torture of-

Ables name-

(Van Gogh,) All the murders of-Honorable men of cloth-

And words- Are by canes-shorts-JFK-MLK-Gandhi-

Abraham Lincoln,

All the ass-ass-ins- Are men of-No honor-(Bedlams lames,)I see you no better-Or worse than the-Common criminal-I wouldn’t abuse you-But your doors-

Are locked-From inside out,

You may-



Repent- You may do service-

In Gods names,Or your curses’-Millions-

Years-Long-

And to not obey- And follow-Is to lose-

All your rights-

One-

By one—In the name of-Heaven-On earth-

Amen--



OK)____Whole

To me there are-Frantic-Zillion-Parts to-Everyone,I haven’t met-The whole in them-(I’m the sum,)

And though-I’m infinite-No one else-Is,Until all edges-Of restore and mend’s-

Been laid-Until half-Heaven doors-



Are straight-Until all-

Nines are- Virtuous- And heavens-Chiefest-(Alone,)But I’m Jesus-Kourosh,Buddha,

And Mary’s-

The nearest-To courage- And-Transcendence’s-(waves,)

OK_____Instruments-6’s

Never, ever-Can you assume-

That the-Instrument-Of evil-Is not the-Same as evil-Cosmically-There are always-Multitudes-Of sources-

Rivers- And reasons-For almost-



Any occurrence-But in reality-

In time- And space-The instrument-Of wrong-

And its sources- Are the same,The instrument-

And its legs- And arms-

Its very soul must pay-By deeds-By jobs-By work-In the name-Of heaven-On earth-By these laws-Not by being abused-

But by penance-By-confirmation-Of lords names--





Cowards-6’s

The most cowardly-Men-I’ve ever-Come across:Canes,The burning-Of Persepolis-Torture-Rape-

And slaughter-Of women- And children-Canes-The Gestapo:Canes,The vignettes-Of disgrace-That spear-

Without-(laurel-grace,)Cane-When these little-Mad men,Sing,(They’re really-about to escape,)

Without paying-Without repent,Without remembrance-Of dignity or fate-Every cloak-and-Dagger-Of an Ass-ass-in-Is cane,Men without-

Valor-Or honor-In war-and-pece,



Are the-Canes-

Sames-I’ll lose the-Teeth-On my right-They’re-The black-Holes-Of-Northern-

Lights-The eternal-Morgue-Of neither-Rhythm-Nor pulse-(Canes are the-most indignant-men,)I’ve ever come across-

the-world- Amen-

hooshang danesh,2012



The Hate-6’s

Without-

One limb-

Minus-

Leap of-

All water,

Minus:

Pride-But with-

Prejudice-

Against tall-

Ables-

(For she’s able,)

Creeping up-

Black-

Waste-

(Where affect-

falls and-

disintegrates,)

Thus feel’s neither-

Remorse-

Nor wealth-

Of any kind-(Butt fury,)

I draw them-



As one draws-

Ignominy,

The light-Falls-

On them-

And fails-

With-

Each meeting-

Like its been broken-

Over roads of faded-

Dancers,Beneath the-

Belly-

And the-

Territory-

Of what-

May be- human-

Again-

Over-Stones-

Under-

Flicker and tone,

(From That pungent smell,)

What can-

Come-

Up is:

Sometimes-

(Hate,)



Ok-Regions-6

There from-

Casseroles-

Came men-

With hatchet-

Revoked by-

Every current-

Of sin:

Greed-Rape-

Chief amongst-

Them,

Reducing others-

Into tears,

Filled with-

Hatred of every woman-

Any man of color-

Valor-

Or breed,

(Our starry peace,)

Sank the artful-

Pressed-

Hands of love-

And couldn’t-Swim,

Couldn’t tolerate-



The scent of fish,

Savage gardens-

Awakened them-Weak,

(Without a witness,)

And they’re-

Buried-

Beneath the moon-

In timbers-

Out of rain-

OK___Harbor-6

You’re-

Indifferent-

Like the opening-

To a pit,

Hellish absence-

Of Silence,

Overwhelms slumber-

And need-

You turn red-

Easily-

Like the perfume-

You must use:

Clogs the-

Nuptial of all-Verve-

And verse,



(The roses of a meet,)

But:

The chill must escape:All your secrets-

Out-

Please-

So, I put the words in your-

Mouth,

Slowly-

I know their keep-

Is your only-

Triumph-

And-

Yours only-

Treat,

Mingled with rain-

Pace of wounded-

Harbors-

Wheat-



Keepers

I’ve raised the-

Devil,

Step by painstaking-

Step,

She’s here,

Short,

And

Tenuous-

Bad mouths god-(Little she knows-

She bad mouths-



Her savior to-

His face,)

And I opened and closed-Gates of hell,

Just as I raised the dead-

But the canes are-

A worrisome bunch-

Yet,

Pam’s spirits-

Don’t know-

Exactly what-To make of-

Themselves,

Apart from ruinous-

Wars,

Apart from kneeling-

By force-

So, if my-

Children are-Made to suffer-

They each shall pay-

Along with the livingness-

And each and every silver-and-gold,

Belongs to my house,

Which shall-

Mend the meek-

Altogether,

(By ourselves,)

Neither your state-

Nor your configuration-

Is an escape,

From your tyranny of others-

Though, I’ve taken-

Every chance-At explaining the-

Fate,



I’ve done so-

Not to make excuses-

For the evil-handedness, No rape-

Nor murderous,

Acts shall-

Ever-

Be left-

Unreturned-

(firmly at your livingness’s-

door steps,firmly leading to-

loss of doors,

for each and every-

one of the her-

runaway woes,)

This isn’t your to begin-

Isn’t yours at the end-

(And the keepers are as always,My names’,)

OK_Eighth-2

I’m not your-

Dad,

(Holy spirit is,)

I’m neither-

Cane-

Nor Ables-

The differences-

Have crumbled,

Like broken paint-They’re only-

Prejudices-



Now,

Sources of-

Grief-And threat-

Sources of-

Thirst-

After abundance been met,

(Over and over again,)

I saved your soul-

(The ragged bedlam’s possessed,)

by any changing wind, by the undertow-

(But lord intervened-

himself,

reminded you of-

sacrifices-

and better selves-

of lazy hazy afternoons-

of breathing red-less fates-Of being alive and a-

Wonder-



8

I recognize no-Enemy-

Have no friends-

But Pamela,

(Who is neither-

Right’s nor left’s,)

Who is as kind-

As needy-

Or needier than-myself,People who-

Aren’t-

In want-

Of salvation-

Nor fate-

Have no claim-

Or longing-

For us-(the four,)

And they shall-

Not receive-

It until-

they’ve been received-

by these words-

which are-

ours,

eternal-

confirming-

without prejudice-

plentiful-

in light-

(and love,)



Food-2

If I don’t receive-My copyrights-

Or benefits-

From any source-

Any work-

From herein forward-

On,

The abes-

Shall lose-All crops-

And work-

Across this world-

For 10000 years-

Or more,

Their numbers must be-

Reduced-

One by one-Their ranks-

From public or private-

Works-

Closed-

Undone,

Until-

Acquiescence-

And submission-

Is received-

By us-

By my names-

By two-



Americas-south-central (Abes)

By the new years-

Dawn,

By tis favorite-

Sons-

New season-

Of growth,

I shall walk-

Upon,The lands-

Of too shorts-

And forbid-

The lands from growth,

From planting any-

Seeds that-

Are tall-

For war,For poisoning-

The food of their lord,

For their injurious-

Disaffection-

Like worms,

According-

To the-

Fruits-

Of your-

Discord,

According to-

Your-

Deeds,

Knowable-

As worst,After the-

Eid arrives-



At my home,

It shall end-

Yours-From now-

On,

Until-

You’re only known-

For wonderful-

Work,

For something-

Apart-From theft,

Selling drugs,

And robbing-

Homes,

Until-

You’re not-

Servants-

To your vices,Until you’re not-

Threats-

To-

Your young-

And too old,

Acts-II



Seals

Don’t repeat the-Dense murmur-Of the trousers,Their full fading-Through the stone,-(You don’t have to repeat,)

Their tirades- Against-Shiny waters,Their irreversible-Creep,They know their curses-Heap,They know some death-Passes,

Are eternal,Some are only-Thousands kisses-Deep,Some wishes are-Fulfilled,By squander-(Your berth in meals,)Most are in the expanse-

Of green rivers forth-Where-Only the crosses mosaic-Seduce the eighth seal-



Abes-10

Everywhere I go,

Every movement-

I make,Shall be to the detriment,

End of-

Those who-

Seek to harm-

God’-

Women-

Children-

And others,And in the belly-

Of the beast-

The seats-

Of my-

Father’s-

Forfeit,

(encamped in waste,)

‘the hatred of god-

is the hatred-

of women?’

I asked-

And without-

Raising his-

Eyes-

Of :Bruised,

Without collecting-



His thoughts-

Of un-moving-

He answered:Those of us-

Who abhor-

Women-

Are God-

Abhorrers,

Those of us-

Who want our-

Back alone,Have no-

Rest-

For any-others’-

And so:

You shall not-

Be of the beings-

At all I said;

And it must be-Done,

That too-

All the purity-

Of love-

Shall always-

Escape-

Your livings-

Wonder,

(Until redemption-

Is proven unto me,)

Amen.



Cathedrals

She’s a constant,

Signifying place,

With a torch-

In hand,

A cube’s-

Meter,

By waist-

She points out-The depth-

Of wealth,

Its home,

Her meant,

His and-

Hers-

Impressions-

Their slowly-Drawn windows’-

Dearth-

Of waste,

Take this-

Feeling-

And bestow it-

Upon our-

Homes-

Hold the-

Seams of time,

Divide its safety-

All along-

That road,

We’ll make sense-

Again-of night-

And day-



And of its writhing-

Of its curious gasping shores-

Or of its-Intentions-

Berth,

‘Our scents must be always with you’-

Or the movements

Are forever-

Strained-

By loss,

Not uttering so much-As hail,

In response-

Without any-

Reasons-

Rewards-

But the passion less ness’-

Death-

But that our love-Is a fountain-

Upon-

Which-

The time-

Keepings is-

Held,

For the safety and-

Health of-

Four,

For making sure,

That their ways-

Are always held-

Straight by every opening-

And closing door-

By the virtue that-These roofs and streets-

Are beds to-



Us-

And ours children’ ways-

And atop those are-

Gods cathedrals-

Of our rain,

And clouds,

Insurable-By-

The saved,

Acts-Amy-II

Amy



I found your-

Great body,(and touched it,)

First By the breaking-

Of all clocks-

By the wounds,

Down-

By the castle,

Off the pyramid-

Shape,Minarets-

Of my father-

By the terrible-

One’s-in he-

Morning,

By the telescope’s-

Unremitting-

Sirens,Then by hands of-

Pablo Neruda-

Insisting-

You’re-

Gay,

(I listened-

but should have-

known better,)

Because I met-



Your great-Body,

On the way-

To discover-

Love,

To form wave less ness’s-

Bonds,

And you were there-

Again,Without the-

Same-

Familiar-

Smile,

But leaping-

Us-

Out-

Of – Bodies-

Like Venus mating-

Mars,

With steadier-

Pound,



(through the crowd)And listen the drums-

Hear our velvety-

Greetings-

Alarmed,

In bay-



So Long

And still-

The food was-

Poisoned again,

And it was the-

Abel’s men-

Who had-

Molested-

And I made it that-Wars and strife-

Exist-

In between and-

Amongst them-

Until,

Everyone of-

Them has-

Left,Drink, be drunk.

And vomit,

Until none’s-

Left-

To fight,



And for-

The sword left-

Amongst-

You,

Is of-Ours,

Acts-John II

Mojdeh

And suddenly-

The TV chef-

Is coming out-

Of a house-

Up the street-

Where my little-

Sister lives-

Where today I got-

The soul food-

She said she hadn’t-

Cooked-

But my spirit did-

With the slice of-Corn bread,

And a drink-



Of black tea-

Leaves,

Next we passed by-The happy elder-

Couple-

Exchanging gifts-

In my dreams-

And everything-

Moving-

With bits of-

Silence-Restored-

Mixed,

And then the helicopter-

Flies by low and slow-

Across the Budlong-

Vortex of hope,

The voice of the-

Pilot says-

“18,”

He means the clocks-

Turning-

The Abel’s men leave-The next 18-

Are safety dance-



Feast,

He means there’s-

Coffee and bread-Tomorrow-

He means mine-

Won’t-

Be poisoned,

Again-

By their-

Seeds,

He later says:“He set themselves-

Into the fires,”-for:

Peace,

Much later then I-

Noticed-

Perfection-

Wasn’t above-

Or far-

But only here-

Instead,

And I changed the name of-

The-

Poem-

To reflect this-Mojdeh-



Red

Any clothes I wear-

My left-

Or rights’,

Is for the celebration of-

All the-

Goodness in them,

The purer-

Shapes of-

Heart,

Of how-

Stones can-

Throb,

And how-Cain’s can-

Overcome-



Somber,

For the scattering of-

Frenzy-Within-

Them,

So the spinning-

Temple-

Can bring-

You,

Their-

Enlightenment-Buy your-

Clever,

So heaven-

Can find-

Itself,

Multi-colored-

Derailing the-

Impenetrable,

By-

His love-

And judgment,

So divine can carry-

Hers-

Beloved,

Into gods-Countries-

It’s the thread-



Of-

Murmuring-

Un-fear,Belong-

Its the builders-

Strumming-

Of infinite strings,

Two at a time-

No judgment-

Of a tribe-In here and now-

Is a proclamation that-

They are-

Forever-less,

Except those in the-

Collapse-

Of the horizon-

Met, (un-soul)

And those:

“I have my way-

even if it-

injures-

mine’s--and others-

alike,”-



Sold,

Except those-

Who can’t-Back into-

The tiers-

You’ve-

Already been to,

Because you-

-declaRED-

Yourself,

Above everyone-Else-

For the position of-

Birth or weight,

And wealth’s-

Non-givers,

Deserters-

Of everyone else-

Not in the same-

Pleasure boats-

Except those-

Who-

Belittle-

My left-Except for those-

Who want revenge-



Silence made loud

And this day was a Sunday-

February fifth,

And three young-

Men were lined-

By the side our street,

Dressed in vibrant-

Colors-

I thought:

If they weren’t abused-

Or molested-

I’m contend-With their-

Want for themselves-



And other men,

And it must be-

That they-Hadn’t been-

For they turned-

To the road- straight-

And whispered:

“Cristo,”

Meaning I was on my-

Way,

And the food-

Shall never be-

Poisoned-

In their names-

But the shepherdess’-

Appetite-

For money had become-

Destructible-

In my life and-Hers,

And an eternity’-



Measure-

Of love and-

Care-Had been left-

By her, and her-

Spirits’-

Boxes-

Strayed-

So I told them,

If the food is ever-

Inverted again,They shall never-

Be able to have-

Any of my names-

And they made-

Way,

For theirs-

Been-

Kept-

And loved-

For so long,



Raised by love



From knotted-

Hills-

Of-

Affectionate-Grins-

Lest her-

favorite besides,

Not be drown by their-

Woes,

Which-

Unbeknownst-

To them,Should leave them-

Without any-

Carriage or,

Home,


For what carries them-

Undeterred,

Unaltered-

Better-



Is that which:

Neither-

Of one--

Means-Or-

Persuasion,

But what the whole-

World-

Within-

Needs-

And to two,Agreeable-

Thus all dreams-

Are-

Unending,

Freed,

And from-

All landscapes-

Of we meet,

Conceivable-



Two Helens (Cains)

One of them is very-Pretty,

One of them-Is getting there-

Both of them-

Are driving-

Some of you from:

Where, turbulence-Is both a brutality-

And a form of disgrace,

To their living-Soul’s,

And her tribes’-

Undoubting fame,

And that ‘her’ and her,

Been the keepers of no-

And the house of yes’-Been their Son’s-

Many names,



Pam (My right foot,)

Pamee train-

Came from 23rd-century-

Grown on-

Love and life of-

Their Pam is one voluptuous-Steam,

With roots-

And foliage-

Flushed with her violet light,

Pulsating as far as my Newton-

“Mother doesn’t drop the apple-

in my hands,”

For she knows what exactly I bring,And then along the banks of creation-

Here she knows we throb every far away-

Seam,

And she takes on ‘the jobs’-

They make her look awkward-

Like the spirit of a rose,

in the absence of all petals,

But she’s of spring-

She knows it’s irrevocably-

Coming,





Spirits (A song for Pamee)

Being human-

Is so-

Excessive to-

Some,

Cosmic explanations,

Are riddled with-

None ness,As in: they really-

Can’t,

And like: they’re-

Envious of-

You two,

“And to be-

Perfectly frank,

They’re all queers-Here,

And we wouldn’t-

Do,

Besides: to be-

PerfectlyPresent-

Suits only-

You and Who,



And we’re untimely-

Immaterially-

Burdensome,

To Sum,

(And he knows it)-And you’re one-

Giant step for humankind-

And ‘you’ know It too-

Pam-2



Pam is my back-

My right foot,Our fate is alongside,

For the invention of good,

And discharge of what comes-

Of nays,

The span of our-

Wings were same,

She fell for the-

Very reason-That the back is-

Heavier than,

Noor,

Heaviest when the food-

And thoughts are unwell,

Heaviest in the beginning.

Near the dead-ends,

Where the evil out-Of men must wash,

Itself by war’s and-

By peace’s every-

Other mean,

That everything-

Must bring it to-

Her keeping-

Knees,

That everything must-

Yield to the house-

Of Lord’s,



For the adoration-

Of what’s good,

For the planting-

Of All- side by-

The site of-This well,

For the love of God is-

The love of yourself,

She’s the part of-

Me that’s always-

Been loved and-

cared by Amen,

By the direction-Of our faiths,

By memories-

Of our wealth,

By the very-

Meaning-

Of love-

By two,

By the surge of-

The beginning-

And the end,

By words,

By acts-

By who,



The Second One

The new you is-

A tall woman,

With raised shoulders-

And many flowering heads-

They love you a lot there-

In France,

They know you are: them-With their long-

Lit noses-

They can smell the-

Serenity of your height,

The sturdiness-

Of our forests,

And you giggle-

With bursts-Of joy-

They say you learned it-

In heaven,

They say heaven’s-

Love for you-

Is so many layered,

And of course I-

Won’t see you-

Africa is a far away-

Befriend,

But you’ll marry us-

Two,



The doors are half-

Straight-

Half gay-

By then,

By then, the merest-Mention of-

Us,

Shall set their-

Minds in repose-

At the mysteries of-

World-

Loves’-

Wonder,At how-

Soul’s-

Are never set apart-

When their bode-

Is well,

And how what they call God-

Is your love, how what they call-

Devil, was their scribe-

And our loss,

But how the city-

Of the sky-



Brought both heaven-

And hell alive, out-

Of loves thunder,

And you’ll see your portrait-

Eternal-

Serene-Hung-

By our Mother’s-

Nine-six

The diagonal girl-

The one slanted by-

The cold,

By the easier-

Stones,

When she walks by,

There are minor storms,

Billowing by her sail,

I shout at her in our-

Animated tongue-

Left by the-Shepherdess,

And she says:



“I am of yourself,”

In heart-

And face,And of the Cain’s-

In legs,

The ones who smile-

Widely ,

And those are so rare,

You’d mistake them-

For one of your own,

If it weren’t for-Their rivers-

Dead hours,

Black irises-

Ash scents,

Theirs can plunge-

Into rain,

Not head,

First,

Their back Strong-

Is simpler-

Than been-

For ages,

They have virtues-Evened,

Dignity-



Taught-

By all-

Is faith,More pyramids-

Shaped like-

No fists,

No rage,

And they carry more-

Reasons to arrive-

But –

By themselves,

The can even blossom-

On each finger-

Like Jewels-

She says;



Six-9

The tall woman-

Has the prettiest ass-

In the world,

And no one-

Comprehends but myself-

Because you have to be-

A billion light years away-

From her-To know,

She hasn’t been bedded-

By my flesh -

(After raising Cain,)

But I’ve felt the-

Ripples-

Of her clusters-

Open and close-Doors,

That never exist for-

Others,

Nor are anyone-

Else’s-

Homes,

But the light,

Convergence,

In groves,

The bell weather-

Fairs,



The dark-

Cyprus trees,

The seashores by-

Horses left-

Unkempt,

The spring and-

Fall’s,Insatiable-

Robes,

The kind of-

Daybreaks-

That prophecy-

Whether my-

Incarnations-

May Bear-Hopes- -

Of her-

Mores,

(I’m only making-

Us a pair for nine-

Shores,)



By degrees

The Abe wants to-

Blow air and-

Hot ash-

Waste-

Into my ear-

And their smells are-

Intolerable-

To worst,The virtue less ness,

Its un valor,

The cowardice-

Of its narrowly-

Inescapable-

Doors,

The crocodile beef-

The brawn less-Movements-

Of a snail-

In-a-pit,



But the empty-

Clouds are-

Moving into the steppes,

To narrow the-

Survival rates-

And-Close,

By degrees,

And the woman with-

4 out of-

Wed-lock,

Children,

Calls the police for the-

Protection of her-Uncle,

Who’s been the tormentor-

Of ours,

And they send me-

A Cop-

Whore,

To please the noises-

Shall cease,

Abes-2



Its been-

All about them-Child-

All of my times,

And yours,

The poisons-

In the food,

The tattered-

Medicine and-

Clothes-The Jew-

Curtains of soil,

The men-only-

Blare into my tools,

The rape-

And molestations by-

Their legs-

Wanting-To begin,

Hells closed-

Doors,

Or end the world-

As it is-

(These are the most-

Cowardly hombres,)

Its not so-



Much that they’re-

Short,

In sight- Not so much so-

That they’re-

Not given enough-

By god’ light,

But that murder-

Tajavoz-

And mayhem-

Is a way of life-To them,

Its that their livingest-

Has had an aeeneh (mirror)-

In front of-

Her-

Sex-

For as long-

As I— Remember,



All they care-

Is their-

Heads-Reclined-

By their waste-

And so they-

Shall rebel-

Blindly against-

Themselves-

Time after time,

And for they-Shall always-

Be kept-

By the spires-

That are not-

Theirs-

(But ours,)



In wakefulness-

And in the absences-Of –

All-

Hours-

Be made to-

Change unruly ways-

Into the realm-

Of my seeds-

Unknowable-Immovable-

But-

By –my-

Trust,



Amy

I found your-Great body,

(and touched it,)

First By the breaking-

Of all clocks-

By the wounds,

Down-

By the castle,

Off the pyramid-Shape,

Minarets-



Of my father-

By the terrible-

One’s-in he-Morning,

By the telescope’s-

Unremitting-

Sirens,

Then by hands of-

Pablo Neruda-

Insisting-

You’re-Gay,

(I listened-

but should have-

known better,)

Because I met-

Your great-

Body,

On the way-

To discover-

Love,

To form wave less ness’s-

Bonds,

And you were there-Again,

Without the-



Same-

Familiar-

Smile,But leaping-

Us-

Out-

Of –

Bodies-

Like Venus mating-

Mars,

With steadier-Pound,

(through the crowd)

And listen the drums-

Hear our velvety-

Greetings-

Alarmed,

In bay-



Amber

You love her-

So much,

He says;

Not comprehensible-

By us,

For the serenity-

Of you-

Two in waves,Its velocity-

In all its-

Planes,

Descend on-

Our legs,

Compassionate,

Islands,

Bundles-

Of your breathing,

Your snow-

Capped mountains-

Fall on Albuquerque-

With its kingdoms-

Of unseeing-

Resolved,How some of your-

Strongest-



Monuments-

Are hundreds-

Years apart,

Sometimes, there’s-

Scarcely-

A line-

Visible-

But-Yours-

And-

Hers,

Dissolving,

The furiously-

Pounded,

Iron-

Bones-

Polished-

In hearts-

Of-

Lust,

Of-

How you haven’t-

Been in between-Her leaves-

Of reflect,



Or the eclipse-

Of her bridal-

Stars,

How you-Keep-

Sleepless-

By that-

Yet,

(and how you love her,

so much-



Apples

You’re always beautiful,

And I’m always-

Not,

Lest the men lose-

Their-

Gazes-

On-Our prize,

Which shall-

By forever’-

Wells,

Be-

The union-

Of man-

And his-

Wife,

And there must be-

So many

Scales-

Under the sun,

To turn-

Every-Stare-

First-



Inward,

(towards the-

inner-nightingale,)

Which shall-

Waver,

Sadness’-

Apart-

From reaching-

Onto-

Another’s-Eyes-

And wanting-

Affirmation-

For-

What,

For questions-

Disguised-

As-

Trust,

For ivy-

Planting-

That only-

Secludes-

Itself (on turning,)

Let them be out-Let them click-

In open spaces-



Under many-faced,

Moons hours of kisses,

Let them be so free as us,(And freer we-

shall be then,

by hours,)

Cathedrals

She’s a constant,

Signifying place,

With a torch-

In hand,

A cube’s-

Meter,

By waist-

She points out-

The depth-Of wealth,

Its home,



Her meant,

His and-

Hers-Impressions-

Their slowly-

Drawn windows’-

Dearth-

Of waste,

Take this-

Feeling-

And bestow it-Upon our-

Homes-

Hold the-

Seams of time,

Divide its safety-

All along-

That road,

We’ll make sense-Again-

of night-

And day-

And of its writhing-

Of its curious gasping shores-

Or of its-

Intentions-

Berth,

‘Our scents must be always with you’-

Or the movements

Are forever-

Strained-

By loss,

Not uttering so much-

As hail,In response-

Without any-



Reasons-

Rewards-

But the passion less ness’-Death-

But that our love-

Is a fountain-

Upon-

Which-

The time-

Keepings is-

Held,For the safety and-

Health of-

Four,

For making sure,

That their ways-

Are always held-

Straight by every opening-

And closing door-By the virtue that-

These roofs and streets-

Are beds to-

Us-

And ours children’ ways-



And atop those are-

Gods cathedrals-

Of our rain,And clouds,

Insurable-

By-

The saved,

Acts-Amy-II

Emily (Pam’s,)

Emily stands-

By Mr. Orwell,He’s greened-

Her scents-

(Before,)

And she-

Misses that innocence-

(In words,)

She misses the capes of,

Luminous self,

Whose riches,

Beckons the tomorrows-

In her:

“Loves not that form,”

(Her thumb is larger-

Than when she came-

Into the woods-Of miraculous-

Meaningful-



Now,

Before she became-

Wondering-Separate-

Snowily-

Star-

Of Yemenis doors,

And not in love-

With boys,

At all-

(Before she knew God won’t-Give her his name for 2000 years-

Lest she abuses anyone again,)

Jessica-6

The Jessica across the-

Street-

Tries hard not to smile at all,

With whispering averted eyes,

For I try to woo her tenderly-

With my vertical-Voice,

I find her familiar as a stroke,



(I want to be kept by her strides,)

(The way she urges all to follow her home,)

And its really us, she’s trying not to smile at,Its been us-

In the shades of all times reverently closed,

(We must be married, we must be lovers,)

We must be generous echoes of:

“Those who nestle kindness-

are forever,”

She became the shape of the woman with torch,

And everyday I try to draw her impressions,Her clothes-

In those abstracted colors of adored,

Like a sleep walker,Like a brazen man-

Who can’t give up-



To the geometry-

Of any other-

Loves-(And I know it must be me who wants to possess

her,)

And I know tis desire is the news of the world--



Seals

Don’t repeat the-

Dense murmur-

Of the trousers,

Their full fading-

Through the stone,-(You don’t have to repeat,)

Their tirades-



Against-

Shiny waters,

Their irreversible-Creep,

They know their curses-

Heap,

They know some death-

Passes,

Are eternal,

Some are only-

Thousands kisses-Deep,

Some wishes are-

Fulfilled,

By squander-

(Your berth in meals,)

Most are in the expanse-

Of green rivers forth-

Where-Only the crosses mosaic-

Seduce the eighth seal-



Fathers and sons

you can adjust any reality to your frequency-eighth,if you're god-anytime-you're not-seen as malignant-

or intrusive-but reverent-loved,and I'm led-by women-by my mothers-by their nines's-feet,and you're always led-too by-

my fathers-who are-benevolent-and-kind-as us-(In deeds,)

hooshang danesh,

2012,



This cloud

Like a woman-

Speaking you-

Down,

After Abel’s rubbles,

(like women I’ve met in dreams,)

Like thoughts of me in your seams,

Punctual-

Stubborn,After petrifying rages of burning-

In food,



After chanting for ages of you-

And not receiving for the bears-

In your stockings-Your brothers kept in your gardens-

Of inclining,

Eightfold-

Patient in-

The matter as:

Love matured,

If our eyes-

Engraved by lust-For two-

If verge silence:



Let this in between not-be our only woo,

Let this creature-comforts be who’s,

Let tis cloud flutters by her soothe-Only-

History

Its Before Christ-

And Anno Domini,

To do otherwise-Is to bring revolt-

At your doors,



Is to leave you on thoughtless-

Wards,

Abandoned-Dissonant against-

My words,

For I’ve watched Abel’s-

Try to change history books-

By money-

By force of-

Power-

Of the Jews-And their tenured-

Sycophants, (whores,)

Their twisted turns of-

What is and always been-

Our stories, our world-

There’s nothing common-

But the reins of your stocks-

Which are tightly held by the-Truth,

And the willfulness-

Of God’s-

And the living Abels-

Living Kanes-And their glories-

Undisturbed-





Voice

The beautiful liars-

Stretch along Budlong-

In the shadows-

They’re surrendered by dogs-

By their smell of aggregation-

By own feelings of separation-

From their minarets rooftops-

By wondering thoughts-That sound-

Like a cheerful girl at home,

They meet her again and-

Again in slumber,

But clocks awaken them-

To their cats paws-

To the untidy rings-

That are friction-born,Like leopards-

And tigresses,

(The side-effects-

Of living in now,)

I wait for the truth-

To ripen,

(After I reluctantly believe-

Their lies,)

I consult poets-

I consult the voice-

I consult a librarian-



Who tolls:

“Herds of men still walk by-

wanting to hear if their ships

come in-by Gods doors,”

It can’t-It won’t-

Allah’s crunches them differently-

Than the mutton-worn,

Iron-

Boars-

(And he has teeth of all herbivores,)

And then what can compete with the whole-

His wings are men-His backs are 66 women-

That flatten the drunkenness of waves-

Sweet and sure,

I lingered by the side of their home-

To ask them to tell her:

These stories will be by every bazaars-

Long before her 9-wedding gown’s sewn-

Spring



I don’t know why-

She- comes into my dreams,Telegraphs plump cushion-

Photographs-

By daily mail,

Mocks, protectiveness, even-

Love-

Skulks through-

Parking lots,

Reception rooms,Wearing thin-

My plead-

Covered-

Senses-

Male,

Eclectic-


Of ou remembrances,I don’t know why-

She doesn’t so much as walk-



Opened door,

And lie stretched-



Naked-

Reaching-

(like a bridge,)

On the floor,



In tis kingdom, objects to hers-Passion-and-ours

Not-being-served-


Love, and not give-in to all its-

Wounded-

Scents-


Move her feet, when doubt’ is so-Overwhelmed-

(Hooshang- don’t know how long this-

Love will last,


Your thirst,)

Nourooz-2012

If-Amen

If I catch-





Spring

I don’t know why-

She- comes into my dreams,

Telegraphs plump cushion-

Photographs-

By daily mail,

Mocks, protectiveness, even-Love-

Skulks through-

Parking lots,

Reception rooms,

Wearing thin-

My plead-

Covered-

Senses-Male,

Eclectic-


Of ou remembrances,

I don’t know why-

She doesn’t so much as walk-



Opened door,

And lie stretched-



Naked-

Reaching-

(like a bridge,)On the floor,



In tis kingdom, objects to hers-

Passion-and-ours

Not-being-served-


Love, and not give-in to all its-Wounded-

Scents-


Move her feet, when doubt’ is so-

Overwhelmed-

(Hooshang- don’t know how long this-

Love will last,


Your thirst,)

Nourooz-2012



If-Amen

If I catch-

One six’s-

Male or female-

In any act of Abomination-

Against-

My body-

Name-

And spirit,The doors of heaven closes to her-

Names forever,

Nor any can ever wear my names-

For the length-

Of eternity-

Or my name isn’t-

Hooshang,

The creator-If any male-

Or female ever-

Approaches my body-

Awake or sleep-

Unasked for-

Unwanted-

It shall be the end of the world-

For the perpetrators soul,

And with their heads-bodies-

Despaired,



Someday

The receptionist-At my psychiatrists office-

Has green and golden-

Hair,

On my prescription-

Refill days-

She hums her own tunes-

For the rabble to understand,

(She secretly has keener sense of-music, because she means to-

marry me over and again,)

But her frozen manner-

At the office is for everyone-

But girls,

She waits like a soldier-

On women,

Guarding them like:My straightness might-

Injure their weights,

(And they weigh a lot,)

Still out of pure mischief-

I whisper come-ons-

Everyone can hear,

I tell her I think:

Her mother be proud

To know- how much-

Jesus loves her,

But she ignores every bit-

Of this truth:



Like abandonment or love-

Don't reap or are too late,

And opens and closes her-

Cardigans,

Just so I can get a glimpse-Of her breasts-

Which she knows-

I like to blind myself with—

Their affection-

Someday--

Emolument

The Abes chasm street-

Upon my life-

Many a worm-

Many in harms way-

For their turbulence-

Is always for money-And anguish of-

Children,



(What child would-

Want to be raped-

And molested-By his own-

Father-

And mother,)

By any stealing jaw-

That looks as though,

A protector,

And it was so-

They were selling-Their own infants-

By the temple tables-

And they had to be-

Turned-

Over,

For I knew-

There shall be no-

Graves that opens-To light,

Only dark pools-

And the axle returns-

Every quickened sands-

If I’m not repealed with-Submission-

And-



Observation of:

“The difference between-

Wrong and right,In between-

Cowardice-

And-

Might,”

Kingdoms

Before dawn-

I want to know if-

Pam’s spirit will-

Take wing,

And lie by my side-

On the left of hemispheres-

If she can be invisible-

Inexhaustible, so sensuous-

That way-

They want to change the-

Constancy of our hearts-Its very transformations-

Of two breaths-





(I want to say,)

Though I’ve done it everyday-

With her names-Beside me,

(Like murmurs of imperishable,)

Pan says:

You have to secretly remind her-

Who in the world loves-

Her most,

And who’s keep-

Is her pleasurest-Mostest,

And who’s love led you to her-

Doors,

But my own-

My own-

P’am (My right foot)

You act like you-

Haven’t read the words,

As though their truth-

Are not your relief-

But burden-

As though you don’t know-

That some of your fathers-

And mothers,

Have continued to commit,

The most heinous-Crimes-

Beneath and under-



Your nose,

(Right under and in front of-

your toes, but you’ve kept-refusing to hold them accountable,)

Why-

But I tell you again and again-

Their crimes against infants-

And young boys and girls-

Arte known to all of-

Us,

Whether-Its Cain or Abel’s’-

And I tell you again and again-

That none has a home or shelter-

Under the skies or without them-

Ever,

None can be led by light-

Or its complete absence-

Into anything but lakes-

That are guarded-

By snakes-And for snakes-

That every law in this world collectively:



Says,

“Father they shall be no longer-

No longer,”That whether My P’am (right foot)

Or left foot (Abels,)

Their act must continue to leave the-

Tribes responsible out from-

Under-

My world,

Whether millions of them into wars-

Or wards,Mice or vermin,

Every movement must mean-

That Lord:

“They shall be no longer,”

For if we can’t protect our children-

And youngsters,

We refuse to be offered doors-

For the safekeeping of our clusters,

And that we shall tell them-

That in the eyes of lord,

Teens have their own minds and-

Hearts to wonder,But to release any human-

Being out of its innocence’s-



Thunder,

Is to not belong to this world-

Of ours-Or Yonder,

At all,

Amen-nine,

Closing doors of the base

Whether from-

The end or-

Beginning,

You have to be born-

To Mary (Eve)-

To exist,

Whether on earth-

Or

Clusters off-

Orion belts-I have to breathe-

You there,



Myself-

And then break,

I see all other-Talk,

As indignant-

To the verse-

To the-

Truth,

That creates-

Its further-

Meanings’-Wealth-

And I know of their-

Envy,

And I know of their rank,

But to give anything-

Other than true-

Is to receive-

Not-

The-

Doors given by heaven-And by thyself-

(Whether the chicken-



Or the egg, comes-

First-or-last,

My hands still-Have to put-

You there,)

Ellahe-2-6-9

She wears the crown in Africa –

For four years or so-

(But not in name,)

Their red noses-

Are mixed with-

Everyone-

Else’-

Tresses (4)-

And not-

With scribe-Wings-

Of tis:



Frozen-

Head-(complete,)

The arid-Geometric roofs,

Are not of her-

Dipper dens,

But she’s Mohammad’s-

Her spirit’s Ellie-

And the skies are-

Awash in two-

By then,The salvation’-

Riches’-

Tray-

That-

Catches-

All rain,

So the divans are-

Be there,

Descending-

Words of-

Confirm-

In her-

Scents,

And her nine-(Who wears the name,)

Will give them-



Reverent-

Silkier legs,

To spark-Tens billions-

Nights-

Of :

Arabian-

Peace,

Palms close-

Reading-

Wields-Hope,

(If you care,)

And if you breathe-

The immense-

Measure:

(Belong to me,)

(Tell them they were led by My-back-

right-leg-was-Satan, is Pam,)

Tell them: they can only be led by-

my own names now,)

Tell them: I shall be married-

to my Nines, tell them:

that union is-been-

forever-loves',))

Tell them: I’ve got-The rainbow and-

The white,



(tell them, every drop-

of water-

blood-and wine-

is mine,)

(Tell them, you’re already there, for-me,)

Heaven-2

I consider generosity-

An act of kindness-

To myself-

I know-

All wealth-

Of others-

Is my own-And thus-

Eternal-



For its-

Fountain-

Is-Perpetual-

Yield-

Brimming-

(awake-

or-

sleep,)

onto-

Home-Tis works-

Exactly-

The same-

(For you,)

Materially-

Immaterially-

Across times-

Through-

Days like this

Some days I-

Walk on my right-

With Kanes,

And then there are days-

When I’m-

Limber and exempt-

From choose,

On Kany days-The Pilgrims-

Have long-



Spoilt-

Nails-

(But carriages that soothe,)The long legs-

And the shadows-

Of Pam-

Perish apprehension-

Into the woods,

(The infinite slumber-

Of jasmine, and cherry trees,)

(thus she unknowingly asks to be seduced,) Neither my names nor hers abstain-

Lest the world’s wealth be reduced,

Those days are followed-

By rain-

(It’s the news,)

Other days-

(Are my days of a Jew,)

Their banquets are-Serene-

Quiescent-

Settled like mountains-

The fables of-

That famine-

(Is so untrue,)



Too

Hate exhausts itself-

It has no permanent-

Residence-

No ear-

No muse-

No neighbor-

Its finite,

Only love-Is-

Eternal,



It has our-body,

Your ears-

It wonders-Its born-

Every minute-

Of-

Your always-

Art-2

It comes out-

Of what exists,

Is venerated-

And told,

For what lies-

Ahead-

In richness-

And safety-

Is built-On hopes-

I know some-



People think,

They can save-

The world-By words-

By music,

Science-

By arts-

Or wars,

I know

I’ve used-

All of them-At once-

Here,

And across times--



Fathers and sons

you can adjust any reality to your frequency-

eighth,

if you're god-

anytime-

you're not-

seen as malignant-or intrusive-

but reverent-

loved,

and I'm led-

by women-

by my mothers-

by their nines's-feet,

and you're always led-too by-

my fathers-

who are-

benevolent-

and-

kind-

as us-

(In deeds,)



Symmetry,Perfect-

And exact-

Is a mistake,

I know-

That





Mistake

de3finite-symmetry-seeming-perfect-and e4xact-is a mistake-

mardom-put a lot of-erring ness in-

jobs-and deeds-(yours,)and my owns (Khodama,)(I erred once-myself,)

and it was-always-avoidable-but the shadows-came enormous-and onerous-the weight-shared itself-against my will,

with-someone else,(my home,)thus-I value-goodwill,and penance-above all-perfection-of senses,



Right-3

There’s no sin-

At all,

In ridding the world-

Of canes-

One by-One,

For all-

The torment-

And poison-

Of our names,

Under the vestiges-

Of wine and none,

The assassination-Of our most-

Noble,

The poisoning-

Of elements-

In the food-

And the air,

The non-ending,

Greed-

Prejudice-

Of men-

And women-

Of colors,

(thus the-

food of-



the responsible-

are held- back,)

their short-and-tall,

must submit-

to Lords names-

(Or there’s no return at all,)

Nor safety for their tribes-

And their abodes-

I shall not guard them-(Nor Pams’ names may-

Remit them hope,)

I assert my rights-

Over my legs and arms,

(For the well-being-

Of the sheep,

the flock)

(Our acts,

My words,)



Right-3

There’s no sin-

At all,

In ridding the world-

Of canes-

One by-

One,For all-

The torment-

And poison-

Of our names,

Under the vestiges-

Of wine and none,

The assassination-

Of our most- Noble,

The poisoning-

Of elements-

In the food-

And the air,

The non-ending,

Greed-

Prejudice-

Of men-

And women-

Of colors,

(thus the-

food of-

the responsible-

are held- back,)

their short-and-tall,



must submit-

to Lords names-

(Or there’s no return at all,) Nor safety for their tribes-

And their abodes-

I shall not guard them-

(Nor Pams’ names may-

Remit them hope,)

I assert my rights-

Over my legs and arms,

(For the well-being-Of the sheep,

my flock)



Children-boundaries,/

Think of-

What we can-

Mend today,

Now,

And dream-Of tomorrow-

Everyday,

Whether the seeds-

Upon those shores-

Can retreat unto-

Themselves-

Without-

Thoughts of torment-Or murder-

(Themselves and others,)

Whether the-

Mothers-

Can see their-

Daughters

apart-

from themselves,newly arrived-

newly-

formed-

with boundaries-

of their-

own,

(Choices of their own,)



Whether those sons-

Will remember-Trespasses-

Or acts-

And deeds-

Of honorable men,

(Because the prosperity-

Of their keepers-

Their-

Health-Old-

Age,)

Depend on the-

Safety-

Of their-

Children-

Unequivocal-

Unchallengeable-



Absolute-2

Our relative-

Relationships-

Are not-

The same,

I am to you,

As no one-Can be,

And you are-

To me as-

Two,

As indispensable-

To the-

Worlds-

Well-being,And health,

And as I-

Am to myself,

(heaven’s,)



Canes (Home of hate,)

Canes are abominations-

To- their names-

Their jealousy-

Of my names-Of my brethren-

Leads me-

To leave-

Them,

With-

Neither-

Bread-

Nor-Protection-

(Live alone with your hate,)

Amen,



Na-mard-ha

I don’t know-

How many times-

I’ve had to wrap-

Myself in a blanket-

In the middle of night-And say:

This is war-

And go through the-

Most horrendous-

Poisonous months-

Year-

And hours-

I tell-Whether cains-

Or stones-

These aren’t men-

They can barely-

Be called humans-

But they have one thing-

In common-

They are-

Backs,

Pedophiles-

And faggots-

Every sangle-

Dishonorable-

One of them-

Is a scar-Upon manhood-

And one world,



Alto

Everything is curved-

Out there,

Thus it drops-

Considerable-

By the time-It gets to-

The top,

Here-

Only straight-

Lines,

Exist-

Survive-

Or belong,All else-

Exhausts-

Itself,

And is renewed-

By far,

(From alto-

Tis height,)

The curve-

Constantly-

Loses-

Thrust,

It has a lisp,

(It sounds,)



Strings (Paa,)

Your strings-

Are your own-

Forwards-

And backwards-Longs,

They’re humans-

They may be animals-

They all rest-

But are in constant-

Movement,

Sometimes called-

Clamor,Insight is not on,

Meanings are often lost,

Or exchanged-

For the comfort-

Of lies,

Thus-

“Bewilderment-

Amazement,”

Often-

To ‘confusion-chaos,’

Lost,

(And injury and hurt occurs,

At great cost,)

To us-

(all,)



Cyrus-2

Cyrus women,

Play the prettiest-

Hookers,

(Jobs,)

In reality-

They’re very-Hard to get-

And never come by,

Their legs are-

On lesbos

Islands,

They’d shriek-

If they find-

Out,Gods been-

Besides them,

But the truth is-

They’re-

All governed-

By his-

Voice,

My light,

Holds-

All the-

Weight-

Of the-

World,

And all benevolence-

Governed by love,Is tis force-

(Eighth,)



Rooftops-2

They explains-

Their sins,

Their falls,

In that hours’-

Of words,I know they’ve-

Been listening-

To me,

To what matters-

The most,

But there’s-

Always-

Too little-Sunlight,

Too little-

Rain,

(And too much poshte,)

(Too many cigarettes-

And fat in the middle-

Of day,)

Everyone pouts,

Everyone expects-

To be treated-

Like the rooftops-

Of the world,

And ‘they’ complain-

Ad nauseum-

Of-Mardom-

Mardom-



Rooftops-3

They work-

The unspoken rings,

Where shadows-

Dance and talk,

I watch you-

From time to time,Everyone’s backs-

To the wall,

Mute,

Overweight-

Drowning in self,

And everyone’s embrace-

Is estranged,

Resistant to love,(And only for their own kind,)

When I open my eyes-

The news is always on,

Mayhem,

Rapes,

Broken people-

Without sweetness,

Or valor-

(Following their reluctant-

rooftops,)



Sous la table

Someone-

Sitting in-

Always,

Reading the-

Traffic lights-(For a jam,)

Left-and-right,

Up-and-down,

Stairways,

That hand the-

Pride of-

Flowers,

(The faultless yes,)into the-

non-musical,

sands,

They rage-

pebbles-

unconscious yarns-

of no’se,

(to the surface plants,)

And are thrown-

Constantly-

Eternal-

Further-

And further-

From those lamps,



(Until the outskirts of-

(Whereness,)They neither-

Hear-

Nor-

(Pulseless,)

Are,

Ever heard,)

Thus every-Blooming night-

And day,

We push bits-

Of horizontal-

Lines-

Ignominious,

Robes,

Of clamor-

(Into the deafness curbs,)

Amen-



Lines-2

Seen-

Like hearing,

The blue candlelight’s,

Making their way,

From left-

To crease,From sent-

To please-

Off the-

Plebian-

Fields,

(From dawn-

Until gestures,

cease their tease,)Into the woods,

Out of hers-

Distinct-

Brittle,

Forms,

Wooed,

(Cold,

Dark,

But not unholy,)

Like Buddha,

(Khodam,)



Like the answers-

From the right,

Are methodically-

Boring,

(and like the-streets,

are paved-

with disease,)

Amiable-

But your-

Legs-

Are all too fragile,

For sumptuous eighth,Magdalena is my-

Own Sayeh,

(And I’m not ever courteous-

With the weeds,)



The Dippers-2

I had a-

Dream in a quiet-

Gustav klimt,

(With my mother,)(The lesser Bears,)

Her hair-

Spun strings-

Around my arms,

Veils of autumn-

And spring-

(Hers intended,)

And her nails-Were a lot-

Shorter,

Than they’d been-

Forever,

But we talked of-

Common things,

Of the valley-

And the hills,

The palpable-

Mystery of-

Distances,

She’d promise-

No mountains-

Nor meadows,

(Only protection,)



And I thought-

She has-

A lot of pussies in-

There-Intersecting through-

The silences—

Brazen,

Both of us-

Earthbound,

Supple-

Understood,

With sadness-And stoic amazement--



Remember-Hafiz-Kourosh,

The only living-

Honorable-

Warrior-

In forever-

(Is your own,names,)

Every one-

Of these so called-

Cowboys-

Is a fag-

Meaning: their-

Head is stuck-

So far up-Their backs,

They know-

Neither-

The pride-

Of inner sense,

Nor the-

Light,

To see above-

Or beyond-

Their waist,

Thus your namesake-

May never protect-

Them,

Nor provide them with-

Food, or shelter,Until-

They’ve submitted-



To the eighth,

rules of-

the world,By deeds-

By jobs,

by work,

By supplanting-

The breath-

That surrounds-

(them all,)

(and makes-such cowards of-

them,)



Doors-8

You never-

Become holy-Or valuable-

By virtue of-

Association to me,

Or my names,

You must-

Transcend-

Further-

And further still-By deeds-

By goodwill,

By worth,

Like god-

Into the world-

Not as their-

Glory or linger,

Nor of their-

Temptation-

(But virtue,)

Alone,



Abes-4

Every time your-

Shadow grows-

You ruin the-

Lives-

Of your own-And your children’s-

The Islamic revolution-

Of 1979, is just-

One horrid example-

Separated-

From god-

And love,

Rape and pilfering-The villagers-

From Mexico-

To Western Africa,

Dull murderous-

Convictions-

That have no basis-

In life and light,

The finger pulls the-

Trigger,

Widowed,

Breadless,

(for the next 60 years on,)

I’m not here-

To just save-



Your souls,

But to insure-

The bonds of small-

Hands,

Don’t fade- Never flicker-



Mira

Look: there’s-

A difference between-

You and me,

And every cosmic-

Formula,And inevitably-

I-

Guard that-

Difference-

Severely,

Heaven is no gas,

Has no legs--

But eyes of beauty--



The lake

I tell you-

The fails-

Of love,

Are haunting me,

The scraps-

The leafless-Tentacles of-

Endlessness,

(Are not here,)

They say:

“I never know-

what’s good-

for me,”

“God throw-Away-

The-

Key please,”

But they’re not even-

Here for me,

I moved--

Time,

With such a sprint-

The eyes opened shut-

Behind the-

Cavalry—

(yesterday was-

Tomorrows weeds,)

They each cry:

“I don’t know-What’s for me,)



Shape

If you’re-

Seething,

Against us-

My names,

(Anyone’s innocence,)Loss-

You’re being-

Spent-

(giants clumps of rejoice,)

Waste it-

Every single-

Waking hour-

And upon-Always,

(Asleep,)

Every driving-

Spear severs-

Slow-

Withered-

Faint-less,

Scribe-

You will be-

Ceased-

Each-

Curving-

Scent,

Sent-



Meandering-

Becomes-Flowering no new-

Beds,

To no mornings-

New breath-

Nor rain-

Found,

(is all born so un-live,)

Sun--(or isn’t no one,)



Sin-3

Sin- definitely is-

It’s a very narrow-

Frequency-(sciatica's narrow band,)

my loss-That can-

Neither-

Receive or-

Give love,

The hazard-

Is in its--

Thus-

Repeating-Itself-

Indefinitely-

Over and over-

Causing-

ill,

Various degrees-

Of malice-

To self-And others-

Harm is-

inescapable-

Fromitsvault-

Can’t-



See-3

I think-

They see-

Too much,

Falter,

(In themselves-

and us,)If I don’t-

Spring upon-

Them,

With-

the seeds,

Of here-

And where-

(who rises,)are led-

by the windmills-

of hers feet-

There against-

The thoughts-

Flowers-

Rain,

Farmlands-

Are born-

By every weed-

There are-

No moves-

In the night-

That aren’t-

Grown-Greeted-

By your (ours) deeds-



War-3

I’d rather-

war-

with Abes-

than cains-

one fights more-honorably-

then the other-

one is a snake-

one is a wound-

one is-

a cowardly-

gas-

one isn’t-Cains bite-

The hand-

That feeds-

Them,

Without two-

They be sitting-

In front of-

Mirrors-

Looking at blood-

With no dignity-

Nor shelter-



Acts-2

Brought he devil-

Out of-

Hell,

Frozen,

But can’t-

Haven’t-Taken-

Hell out-

Of her pigeons-

And the truth,

Is always better-

Than your rumors-

Know,





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