-I- & -4-

Thine, hath this toward me total desire
Thus love was in some love to know,
This is what thine admires.

Through love to fate, in this is hope
More than time itself, I care not see
Calleth, dost thine hear mine telepathy

Such, father is (now) my theme.

Yes, can I feel glad, to behold the FLower.
To me they lied three times of Him.
My holy mind enreneweth thine sins
Sign of my love, all the flowers within.
Yet, eyes see how a God affirms.

Your falling in love is what I'd like
This sound so fair I, know, through life.
This wind -- felt my soul tangled in
In the evenings, caught and held
In my own holding.

Sipped, and high early as all men, no sin.
Then got away each & ev'ry time.
With Chablis, I stole your bed.
And slept, past.

Salt all my mind devoured,
The trips within, like butterfly rapture
Score in my soul also likes, and the rum I feel no thought 
When stealing . . .

This scene love to me, while bats flew high over.
This Juliet, and thy Romeo enscened.
A storm of whiteness, I kept getting more, when. --
Swirls arriveth, swelling then all thine choice,
Mine choice time-traveling.
Though now I depart in smile, start your beating heart,
And sound thine drum of extasy.

II

The days of all my questions how
Though 'this' "Poet" -- sees, let me veer;
Egyptian Musk . . . to thrill my power.
I had not until a future year.

(Burned)

One penny, I-Ching to any-thing
Of love, in love all life is "Change."
A divinity to know all names.
Thine Light I know can find love, nearlit.
Now, though counting, from Chinese fame
Asian, the future-slave.
Thine light exists in.
For saving, keep this secret -- like Pain.
The cord of more, in all as shewn,
A leader's light another leader dethroned.
More fans the fire, one not so lame
No place, this soul hast ever shamed.

3

I see another face somehow
The system recoils at my sounds
I stayed to want unearthly things,
Thine light in all mine is also living ..

Room to sip beer, this is pure glee --
The rareness of _s'aint's_ song ensinging
AND sounds so proud I strive to be
One, at lovelight with humankinde.

X

No pain.
None at all in'side my head
Though barely brightly attired, in the within
That spitteth thee -- from out my minde,
Encrazing me, as he wrote -- I read

Benighted black and His soul Blazing

Thee hurriedness; of my house back there --
Whirling in my light then, deaths of former prayers
The love of two, enmixed thine tones, enflattered
For these words I also own.

The noise ended. AND I looked out --
In hearing it, echoes kept to my knees;
Sand passeth thro' in a name like mine;
They spoke far, while my sight could far-see,
My coldness with mystery to sleep
A Christlike shade and eyes so fair
And love, feeling the same as Me.

-V-

What happened, at that dreaded hour --
You served to me, what I kept until then
I'd reached the tower, my very soul.
Yet, honest, like Christ -- and just like him . . .
I found the same fire burning.
Yearning, this self-censored, yet so loud soul.

When all at once, I started anew;
My fire-heart unexpireth forever I'd know,
In another's womb, arriveth the like-soul.

Two hundred years of stories to tell,
For what I Loved, and had so well.
For where, not far, in a Northern place.
I saw the air flow -- be-yond this state.

Which, no bad impression or word unkind
Leaveth in me, none of his in his none also mine.

I love the sun, the grass, the trees, of life.
OF visual scenes, and the sounds of light.
In speed of soul, with open eyes.

My visional lens, and inner-spell.
In memory loved, and in memory held.
Of none yet one, always until'
Truly only one thought had mine the casting of any spell.

-Six-

In title, the letter my angel rhymes.
I won't mention though safe, I'll always
Feel the wind beside the Lee.
This magnet, a stone, my hemetite ring.
Blended befixed mine eyes identify evil
I felt heaven, in seeing him

IN youth, such love I've ever-so felt
Yes. And they hated how both our souls fell
Such as the touch, I'd know All-Time
Though this was not "my" passion alone.
Above from His hate -- protected myself,
You envy me so
AND her shrine also.

Upon which pictures, wax, incense, and candles.
I have already now,
For saving from my own angels.
Sure as glory, feeling so high, I was right.
Via example alone.

Writing faster,
And faster, and faster, as I sit . . .

-7-

Who knew, in spate togetherly
We'd roam both nature and all the stars.
I left no dream undreamed, and learnt how
For each one was a code. Then in this moment,
The very sunshine beturneth cold, seen, as
The visiting souls from afar, of a new kind
Stared from fear -- into also His eyes

For the sake
Of love, we held this alone.
To protect an endangered cell, we chose to protect also.
She made "no care"
The more I told her so.
I'd meet her, in secret, with a lot psychomental; crying,
She also cried me away.

From her hell, to see, looking in my heavenly eyes
There is darkness.
.. Yet I see so bright,
I krept beneath my own ego. Her fear, in the angels,
Bequieted as "he" should die . . .

The fellow death, with mouth open -- empty eyes
To peer. I felt no God in such an empty year,
AND then, in the moment, only she appeared.
Her scent was like beauty itself.
The soul-scents, like music of the eld-and-the-oriental.
Purple, enflameth all.
Like beauty itself.
We smoked on the eve, not the flowers alone.
But all over our Earthly love and love for all.

[∞]

Trekked, we found all year for "one"
Those scenes, also when enforced the rhyme
Thine shoul felt as also mine,
Like He circled once on Mount Sinai.

A lone ambience. I felt a new tone,
Though dreamt of sins, I was crimeless though,
In a state, I felt so grandiose.

From heart to heart, please calm my soul.

No sadness to feel, though I still may dwell ..
I was in a state, 'cept of poetical.

In light, my mind was merely dark and still,
Shining, somehow, brightly still.
Like the name, mine no sin to mention also.
The world felt so new,
Like my imagination knew ev'ry spell.
My muse was love itself. And my soul, early felt.
Like the perfection. Seeing, angels, future memories, 
And future-souls.

In waking life, I lay in my bed, for hours
So loving to hold my own soul. He stared
Up, at the ceiling, and I also.
We saw the church-ceiling, in my bed-cathedral.
Rhyming with that future-name, 
The angel of love, and nature Tamerlane.

-nine-

This angel met, which thine hath known,
Inner-darkness feelng the dark-impelling tone,
A supremacy, like truth had a note of its own.
Sacredness deep, my root is love. Like these, my
Crown "Be" another tone. Oh, my soul has one last purpose to "know."
Feeling strong, I was "t aught" (then) by the angel.
All of me, I could then de-code.
Illuminatingly, I knew the secret then.
Of every tone.

From once, to then, my new societial and cool glow.
So often strange -- now I felt so cool.
I feel no hate, 'cept not to feel.
To write, and write.
We conversing write forever still.
A heart rhymes with hers, and I love her so.
At war, at peace, in space, at home . . .
Always a majority for power.
I give one side of the throne.
In disquietude, I felt like I had suddenly no power sought.
No need at all.

I felt like I had suddenly then all my doubts,
Redeemed just then,
At night, in my early style, at late sixteen, feeling so good, 
like my own life is like a dream. I felt so good, 
all summer long. And again, one day, I felt again strong and as good again.

10

In mutual step, seen from the crown,
Of a high step now looking down.
And how I felt, still, I now didn't need to care.
My high estate would always be there.

IN any place, in space, in time, in light, in brightness,
IN darkness, in hate, in love, a feeling.

I'd know high to low, low to high.
In my raspy tones, I'd know 
Original.

Her own also a unique style, as I heard beyond the power like a feeling-thrill.
I felt I could do anything, also.

Power, mission, value, intent -- I felt
The affirming, and affirmed her also

A beautiful crime, the way I know she felt also.
In her viewing eyes I looked. As good-feeling as she claimed her own soul.
We kissed, and romanced, as an early dream for me.
She said, with me, to feel like that angel . . .

Beauty, I at view thought I knew I saw so well, and she smiled,
She is a light to me in a room alone.

XI

Then, in this moment, a thought flew to mind
My soul hadn't felt before -- though me in the future.
I saw me, in the future.
Seperate from her, that I might pursue a career.
Without her there, from a national pain, and a universal fight.

Like a warrior, who was forced to fight.

Now
Sounding my fear to her in a needless way,
I was quiet, and peaceful, yet felt the day
I found no fear,
And knew expectation.
Though the truth is achievement for my every year,
This fear was like another's fear.
I cried a tear
To have such a prophet around.
Yeah, I know, but I'll still have my power found.

Who had known Tamerlane, such a powerful thought
Compassionate to me in bridge of time
And at time, and love. As wild, though.

As also, the Empirial conspire, I aspired to highly feel as I now
So could feel with the rhymes, and all
I would then command ..
Like a general for the fight, over a slave-land.
I would be 'one' 

My own soul, as this soul, to fight or love,
I knew only now the angel above.

In non-linear prose, I know the angel's love, as He stared at me, 
And we co-wrote each-other's poems
While the quiet world, knew nothing of us.
We'll protect each-other,
While also her. We also love. I see her lying alone, as I stare from the bed
As I hold these words, somehow,
The angel could see me, then.

XIII(-12)

One day in the afternoon
I walked out, from out the tomb,
Like Ovid, in a deep state, and meditate,
I looked at her, in her slumber. Still.
So also, the angel. My Ida, I felt so peaceful. A silent glance
Was then as the moment I kept quiet as I quietly walked out. She was my only solace.
I had no thought to disrupt.
It would be a lie to fail
So I kept quiet still.
I kept going, and to this day, I keep going still.
Feeling her voice echo.

I heard only loving sounds,
Touching the door and then the wall. I saw
Myself, from the view behind. My shoulders
Bold, and I felt so cool. Thus happily, I left the room for her to sleep still. I felt
One doubt -- then no doubt at all, as my hand unwrapped the kitchen bottle
Let the fear pass, and it passes me, still.

14

My sadness I felt was somehow good.
I walked fast, as pacing I was informed.
I felt the future loss was not enough to end
The thrill. That way of feeling, I let the feeling answer away. Now so ideal.
I could love my very pain. No fear. I walked outside

In the dark of night,
Still with no fear
This catharsis -- for me. It is bliss, the feeling of the feeling
Of a true artiste.
I stood "too cool" -- modern thoughts thinking, as the smoke withdrew.
Leaning, against the wall then.

I knew, as she slept, the angel was watching.

The pages drawn
As the angel knew from me, to God.

Let every page be saved forever.
And ever, beyond.

This night-day, of the angel, the words, her smile, the light, the rhyme, and 
Everything, I sang.

Her loveliness, his agony. MY awareness, the moon, the stars, and "their" envy ..
A seer, I looked up from thebarn, seeing the blue of the mists above us.
A sun-setting, while he cried though with no sadness.

And kept seeing, so low the glow, yet such as to be bright enough to illumine me
And the angel, free will strength thus reborne,
In me, I had no words.
Only strength that heaven could see.

15

Look. You have to know. I see him now myself.
Yes she is the beauty of my life.
I will always try to prove my life to her.
My love, to her.

Life, to life, to her.

I knew, this angel was more powerful now.
Of glory, I still know, and I knew as I knelt ON the ground amazed
That morning.
Whom, nature, and the entire astonished Earth was -- and had -- and now also sees standing still in time and love
All the love for me, in victory.

The sound of revelry. Benighted (again) in the testing and in the trying of new chemicals
TO feed upon
How? How this demigod transfers to me.
All the sadness I've felt, he seems to not see.
Of "one" in whom, like Christ, he dost rejoice.
Like Blysshe, like Fletcher, I realized, the angel was just like me.

With bitter words, and a single tear, in a future time, he'd tell me not to see him,
Though I'd still see.
Like that morning at sixteen.

He was viewing me, he seemed nothing like a human at all

16

So fortune
I see, my Proud hopes. The poet is young, yet has a prophecy of His own story. Now,
Those high hopes have a place of ones own.
Already, a tale of the world -- proud like a God -- 
.. while others may not even know

Strength in the angel Tamterlane. He said three names. One the letter, "S"
The other like his last name with lee and brave.

Also here before, I end my "ending" poem . . . I  sought to localize a new land.
And discerned from what is -- and what is not true evil.
I felt the day mixt with the sad,
TO feel the future -- a thing I'd always want.
And need to know. All things, in reverse,
And forward, when all I need is a garden to sew.
I see my flame.

My entire life, in front of me.

I see her, face, the love I"ll have.

After she's died, with the youngest face.

Tragically, an entire dream was my entire life.

I had everything to know, and I "know" everything.

What, 'cept how the moon, and stars were made this future star, had a style of his own
For traveling.

Her smile is faded, and I am drunk; somehow, he tells me I will escape
And I still will write saith the angel, though
A master some day.
She may go, my light will be saved.

With the noon-day beauty, which is all I know,
Let the sound of days bring her back to me
THE transition -- a second -- for her to call out
Like the angel ..
Let her honest words be spoken.

At the time of night, I post-revelate. In
THe night, when at night. I live like it is the day.

XVII --

I found my home. My home no more.
Only telepathy, the flight, and all that had flewn allowed publication of those words.
I walked outside, hearing the influence silenter,
My hand on the door. Let the science itself be what keeps me sure.
There, meet me in the threshold -- just like before.
A mountain, and the Prophet, in-drawn, and a circle.
Corinthians 1:16, and some number in chapter two.
My very last words, from long ago.
Drawn, also, like His, in the sand I stand in.

This angel, he'd seen more, and better days. There was a fount he felt
And a powerful glow
In how she spoke her "I love you" -- yet still knows
The same kingdom
That I also know
And, in such, not a single mistake -- from one second -- to th' end --
Not one mistake. From the angel as I wrote, what is there left, for me, except life,
And Life itself..?































































typoless.


-s