The Christs of the Zeigiests

Most of us came from have not tribes

Having to fight, to stay alive

Passing it all on down the line

To each generation, from vibration into vibes

Down the line of the time lines

For the lines of time, some have died

And those

that

Survived. Amend

the trends

to

Their own. Ends

History, or, the past, molded

by: That…

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Poetry as the Photography of the Soul

The heart – Having shed skin-in

a circular art. Beginnings born in

storms of endings. Enfolded into

manifold sunsets – Slipped into

Lunar tides

inside

the

Mind. Painters-painting reliefs

of leaves. Writers-writing upon loose leaf

leaves/slipping off of eaves

of

evenings

Eyes of stars vibrating inside of afars…

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Could be Wrong but Right

“The nigga said nigga, nigga.”

“Yes, I can certainly see how that

would be offensive…

One thing to consider. Mob rule

and herd mentality. The tendency

to contribute to over-sensationalization

in a social-media induced atmosphere

of virtue signaling and narcissistic

dysphoria.

Now, while I do find it hilarious that

the guy…

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Words

….fall

faster

remembering

that nude

is never

naked.

The money changers

have finally

flipped the tables

back up

and finally

kicked Jesus out

of church.

Thank Doge.

SomethingAnonymous

Filtered sunshine for the mind

A call to adventure
Everything will be just fine

If you don’t mind

The
Madness

or

The
Sadness. Be glad

like

birds searching

for

the bread

of

Words

Wake up, looking for

the

Words. Take you out of the bad, out of the mad, out of the sad

Just for today

wanted to push a syringe of AIR into my anywhere linkages

promoting a cardiac arrest! ……………….when my Mom died.

It’s painful but quite easy to do and insurances

cover HEART ATTACKS.

Just sayin’, i know every way to do it the RIGHT WAY.

Just this year,

i am on the fuckin’ fence.

The Moon-tower

I

Shooting star – In desert sky

Just a fortnight ago

A make-shift laboratory

Made out of a bungalow

A room far below the surface

A bomb shelter

far-from

the

Swelter
Melting down

metals

into sulfuric

Sparks. Participation in

The dark arts

with

a

Dark heart. Heart

of

Darkness. Down

dark paths

We. Embark

II

Mixing ashes

of…

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I am of a very similar mind…

I read where you wrote that you write

to not feel and read to feel…

That’s awesome…

THe writing is certainly such a therapeutic

medium on so many levels…

I have been pondering the idea of exploration

of the extremes, as a particular form

of therapeutic aspects…

In…

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We think

too much

what the heart

should say

as if

a thought

released,

when

deeply dialed,

our feelings

filed,

our darkness

then

is creased.

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Going from page to page.

I’ve tracked 5 hours here….lost the first 2 pieces. Made 3 more. It’s difficult to post prewritten work. I’m working way too hard.

About getting young people….they will not…

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Space & Time

In a dark chamber -
An hour glass opens.

Whispers of a soothe sayer,

Ear that hears, listens.

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Fine wine of times sands -

Existence beheld

as it

`

Slips through

`

Hands

Dreaming of meaning – Wandering the pondering

`

Pondering

the

`

Wondering

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Dark meditations, such a fine wine

for

`

The mind. Scrying

the

`

Crying

of

`

Tears

`

&

`

Fears. In the…

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