#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

05.12.2020
2111 AEDST

    the choices we make

hard places
and rocks

deliverance
it sucks

the soul
is but a caged bird

...

senselessness


i close my eyes and your breath is against my cheek
i inhale your scent as it slowly permeates
i listen and can hear your heartbeat quicken
i part my lips and can taste the depth of your deepest kiss
i reach out my hands, to find empty space
nothing there—
as again, I'm reminded of what was once your illuminating grace


#NoPoo 10:53am EST
12/5/2020

6.12 2020
12.01am
#NoPoo

For a Minute
we were lovers
within us, Infinite
in another universe
without time
just us

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The Beautiful Ones

In his beautiful care
He knows I will always love him in and out of time
United souls
Upon the rock of salvation for which  the fate of our destiny are carved
Our beginning has no end
And our ending is the bed of infinity for which we lay

Nopoo #10 (12-05-)

#NoPoo/ 051220/ 23:56:13

Tattered

I came to earth to consume the sins
After the ten commandments has been given, my story begins
Yet, not nailed on a cross
Each piece of my skin tattered for society’s loveless lose
My flesh as an Angel one can adore
For every sinful occurrence, I must aid as earth’s guarantor
My beloved beings, a soft piece of my skin rips for

Your agony your pain
More slashes of skin, as hate continues to rain
Look at me, who do you see
A Heavenly Angel, until your sins became the life of me

My skin slowly falls
As you pray for mercy, my guardianship hears your calls
As the whips of life strikes, I’ll take the scars of its need
Through the starvation, the terrestrial’s greed
Thank the Heavenly Father my skin doesn’t earthly bleed

Hopefully, love will always succeed
As you are praying on your knees
If not, my skin takes the strife
An emollient of protection to soothe the impurity elements within your life

Tattered and Battered
Your tears to me, as I dry them, yes, they do matter

That whispering voice you may hear
When my skin aches for you to adhere my dear
My tattered skin weeps for your fears
So, listen with a keen ear
My skin tatters for all tears

My skin is ordained and blessed by God’s grace
No colors, no particular face
My skin tatters for every race

Therefore, the next time, when you think of doing wrong
Just remember this Angel’s beautiful tattered skin song
The stars, the moon, the earth
Through the cosmic rebirth
Angels among us, as they roam
Assurance to this world’s existence we are never alone
As long as there’s an Angel’s tattered skin to atone

NoPoo #11 (12-06-20)

6.12.2020
6.35pm
#NoPoo

I didn't hear the flutter of wings
or the sounds of trumpets
just a silence
that engulfed
my soul

42

06.12.2020
2215 AEDST

aspirations, inspirations and the ubiquitous nature of human fallibilities and desperation

new day
same old dawn

changes... nothing
no thing's changed

same old chains
same old chains

human brains
fuck they can see yet
the shackles that jingle jangle inside of the gut
they
the ones that hold you back

fisted full stretch arms
straight behind the back
a madman screams to the heavens
......

a mentor's creating and other useless information~(an origin story)


standing on the perimeter
within my own fabricated bubble
Some came, some left
Battered and bruised, I remained
on the outside, head barely above sea level
You.
saw.
me.
All alone and pretending not to care
Your intrigue became my biggest fortune
Oh what a glorious spectacle
Pure gold at the end of a rainbow
I was fueled, pollinated by fierce spirit
I was undiscovered
There , an untapped inspiration
it was your introduction that ripped me wide open
Beautiful Blue, spill(ed) forth
A never before
Was unleashed, unveiled and truly unburdened
and now-
I, could finally see....
       
                                                                 
         
—me                                


#NoPoo
10:19am EST
12/06/2020

7.12.2020
12.10am
#NoPoo

I wish I know
where you are
how you are
what you're doing
just like before
I wish I can see
you, just once
again

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Coma Toes: (Part one{?} )


Five days.
Five hole days.
Five hole day in virtual oblivion.
Five days'hole in fckn faux eternity.
Where the lies are the truth,
And truth spouts all the Lies.

Five days. Five days. Five days.
So, where the fuck was aye in all this?
Don't recall a thing.
Not a bloody thing.
Or, maybe i do. I seem to have this
    vague recollection of flyin'naked
over the town, or the village, like naked
Peter Pan, or naked Mary Poppins.
There we were. Protesting the nudity laws.
Protesting all fucking obscenity laws.

Freedom of naked Speech!
Freedom of naked soul!
Freedom of naked  Body!

Corps nu libre! âme nue libre! parole libre nue!

O dear....I've tagentialized from
                                       my Celebration of MY Coma.
(How d'ye like that?)

Well, enough about My Coma, (though there more aspects
of it that are quite amusing,.... Save it for Next time.

Feel free to tell me about your coma anytime.
Everybody needs to have a coma.
You haven't Lived 'til you been
                                                          In A Coma !


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6.12.2020 - 7:23pm

Will only ever be one scratch
on my criminal record
and even then still had a back bone
compared to spineless puppets
with the truth, now say so
Ricky will be the light
having drunk Nazi’s in bed
trying to shoot it out
but only ending up with
bullet holes in the wall

When the heart
Has exhausted all possibilities
And the mind needs
To repair from the chaos of yesterday
Blessed to the glory to be
I can lay upon your chest of comfort
To give me sanctuary what life cannot


NoPoo 12 (12-06-20)