I share almost all my own poetry and have for many years online. And in cards 🃏 etc

Read this after your blazed … it’s from years ago

We speak

About my trip

To Paris to see

Lizard mans grave

They don’t tell

An almost ecstatic

Wild looking tourist

How HUGE that cemetery is

So there I was

Lost in a cemetery

Much older than I knew

From the USA

Spiritus Roughest Ego

Seer eyes

-Blinded away from grave

So here’s the the Spiritual

Seers of the unseen

When did Jimi die?

We were all so young

And stoned

Too much

Electricity

In our bodies

Minds and reigns

It wasn’t a battle

It was just allllll

So much fun

I enjoy another

Spirit spinner

To

- chase the tail again

Then again

Maybe I’m happy

She liked

Val Kilmers lips

Cause that almost got her

To watch “the Doors”

But who becomes

That ego

Cause she hasn’t yet

Given in to the

Reality

Though her whispers

Hear every

Possible

Questions and answers

Asked above the floor

(1/2)

I got her with Love Me Two times

Before high school

She learned to play

Clarinet and saxophone

Quite good even

If I just tell you myself

Pointless or not

She’s a sprite

Full of sassafras

And country

She blazed her own

Way out

But

Addictions

-lead back to words

Then the sun his

Blazing on and

There within

Must wonder if you saw this

What Whit posted and when

Did you see it before

Or after

Was tilted perceptions

Mine or yours

Ours

23 and me

She blows brighter

Since

When

The sun

Blazes

Moon rushes

Fools

-Beget us again

Jimi I guess you told me

Inheritance taken

But I want the

Peyote

Amiright

Oh yeah

Back to being a seer

Of other cosmic connections

Space reflections

You can do it Whit

You do have your place sealed

Golden records are whatever

Compared to what you are

Come back & l…

I ask you think of me.

And the lifetimes I’ve had

On Earth as a predator

Why do you think

You’re a woman so soon again?

Cause you had to learn

More respect this time

So you can communicate

And be a leader of ken dolls

Cause you’ve already been

Of men

Which path will yo

What path will you chose now?

Yeah girl, listen…you did chose

I know, I chose it all

But how much paint and fumes

To fill the wonders away

It’s not fair to put

All that into a child so young

Cause visions are second

Hand traumas of others

Loves and loved history mistaken

So you get a Churchill

Or a guarding child

Someone with the skills to raise

But yes, just cause you

HAD TO

Walk through hell

And did

Doesn’t mean you had

To make one

Others life

War against herself

And others

No one understood

Get

Away

I’m done

That’s the damness of it

She has seen the unseen

Gaslit of her dreams

Cause profit made in the past

Appears to be my ego

Playing on her heartstrings

Again within

Would her call to action

Or others change

If she chose to chiefly

Take

Monetarily dictation of

Ha. A paperback writer?

A book for today?

I don’t know.

DNA traveling

Astral blasts

Iconoclastic

Not withstanding

Her voice brash

It’s the blasting

To get others

To mine their own mind

Then heart

Surgical connections

Too many

Believe

Life ends

-awaken

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Veni Creator Spiritus