Warnings are for the paranoid.

Meld in to background

dinosaurs and monkeys walk past

flesh starve hungry

negative consume

assume

Having true fit sound

lasts out the night unheard

sigh today

breathe

play with me

instead there is business to be had

serious stuff to become the meek

week by weak

taking account of the times called freak

through no voice of their own

and building the pyre

how many said Lucifer is king

when fallen they call the small little man

who rocked the nations

like Aslan

in the morning they cheer

at night they fear

for his roar is demonlike

unheard spectrum

concenrtic rings

conjoining the rhythm

when the cursed one sings

they call out saying

leave us

in hell

heaven begins

times arrow

infinity

who knows both places

concepts carring on the currents of human seas

the first to enter

the last to leave.

Prophecy

I don't have to believe in prophecy
I just want it

I don't have to believe in God
I just want him

I don't have to believe in love
I just feel it

I don't have to believe in sin
I am beyond it

I don't have to believe in forgiveness
it is the only law - like gravity
you cannot disobey it.

Humpty Dumpty

For I battle over possession
in this small little world
with fences, lawns and laws and deals
where what is free
is lesser than what is earned

For I could print things
making humpty dumpty
fall and crack
and as I walk on his shells now
I will dance on  his white world fallen then.

For I found the bread crumbs
hooked line and sinker
from her face
to her heart
love walled up repressed
will just burst again and again
and I couldn't care less
I own nothing.

I stumble with pain
again and again
forgivness is on my side
with time please
again and again I will beg
let me walk beside her.

And that I truly feel this whimper
and want to move forward
is what makes me the kind of man that I am
and I will live like me
whatever comes my way 

Broken Bottle

Skipped out
stone tension
family tradition
grudges and mayhem


Removal
apples and trees
genes and a belt
soil and roots
Grafted Oak
for whatever reason


broken bottle
holds no booze nor milk
callous hands and heart
in just the right spots
I soul ate
burrp
my k-9's see
and bite deep
hearing the cotton
violent voice
this is where I sacred
pushed away
pulled to paradise


broken bottle
over my head
scadaddle
spoons and ladles
ringing in my ears
accompanied by circles of angels
one stuck
sow burr
pretty strong
broken cycle
broken bottle

Shamanistic Complements Theory

In a drugless trance
the shamans dance
while the rest of the tribe
worries and prepares for their return

what news from the wayward couple

brought hell to themselves
they are lost alone together
they compliment
and adore each other
encourage and enlighten
but harm
themselves and the world

So who always was
never alone
I&I
and the true complements
who one was my shamanistic lover

For in mid-space
one foot grounded
the other on the sea
respect love around
the news is out
home is where
meaning's to be.

A Bad Luck Eater

Pick up the tails up penny
carry until ownership established
flip over the tails up penny
place it head visible on the ground
so
just so maybe a child so ready to listen
will be taught that it is ok
to pick that one up
its heads up its good luck
and to the carrier
of the bad luck belief
immunity to all disaster
bad luck eater.

Thought By God To Be Beautifully Dancing

Oh to have arrived
at the place where the future begins
like some scout marathon runner
boy far ahead
I wait for a couple
more minutes


Jealousy in dreams instead
the cold snow cone like crystals
bring pain to my grasping hand
for I have arrived in the solitude
that calls me from them


a new ignorance
a gift each day
a complete arms in the air
a yeilding

the pool of rainbow crystal water
shows a reflection
so beautifully dancing
while visible in primal truth
stumbling in fleshly desire

cuddle up to Mary
the statues feet
maybe if  I pretend
the marble will hug me
just a wet cold ass
in frozen stone
is reaped

but my heart pumps blood
in living flesh
and the zero temperature mist
means less than the statue
I imagined might bring me bliss
for now again I can run
climb and chose
warm love

the hole is in my vain
and a glimmer in my eye
know what I am
and what I cherish most
an ear on my heart
another under my mouth
hair catching tears
to clean dirty feet

extreme empathy is holy
and an ignorant stumbling
fool in blind clothing
thought by God to be beautifully dancing.

Prayer

Now with me
Enter the realm of laughter.

A Blind Eye

Now having experienced it
to call it regret
I would destroy God himself
if he were to try to take this emotion away from me
and I hide it like carcinogenic candy
for noone to see
but indulge secretly
for this is the way of all eternity
and I know this is true not only of me
such powerful destinies

More on the Pass

The smooth event horizon
well taken open flower
a fallen feather shades of grey
to enter where few are chosen

the risk for intimacy
confounded love legitamacy
the breeze blew away
all forms of rationality
inevitability

are you here memory?
sinking in gravity
melding an explosive mix
resulting in emotional instability
so many perfect dancing
in control fallen
crossing boundary
no escape

her eyes dilate
it is too late
her beauty is beyond me
feel its inescapability
for in impossibility
of lifes humanity
and semblances of immorality
barey a touch escapes me
she sees right through me
and it is far from ignonimity

her eyes dilate
for beauty beyond her and me
and my question was sound
for I am deeper
in a reality
where love had conquered me
and took hold of us

this love has no rights
because it is beyond time
and does not exist in this worldly reality
so bare children
the price for inhumanity
only Kings and Queens dream
and we carry consequence

My eyes have an image deeper in mind
to hold and contemplate
solved but smooth to run my finger over
trapped in singularity
no relativity here
and unbound forever with care
I hold the moment
I will never see again
for the woman
who will love me forever
in no matter or only
creator and destroyer
of our destiny
my power only waxes and wanes
like moths struggling in survival
entangled
at the sacred pass.

A Temporary Sojourn into Being Dependent

Unseen power weakened
becoming just projection
to heal all other lives
this moment the unborn
coming calling

divorced unfear
torn away rightfully
contract divide earthly family

in web stuck
the power birthed
where is the one called?

pony express
snail time to avenge independence
rock hard

so long solitary tower
unweatherable
knees ponder tears
cold weather home.

The Conquered Myths of Men

most are afraid to ask
for fear of recieving a serpent
because we live under man's rule~
well even if it were a serpent
they would stone its head~
so we wait until death
and live each night
looking for a hero
who we shave in the mirror
like some mythical lion falling in line~
for no true rebel in power
can last the night~
cause dawn is the serious release from this child's world

The Moments Above The Throne

This persona I project
at its depth
is a wall for sure
and as the fleece
falls on fire
they run and stall
because from carrying
the carrion of man
the stench is one to abhore
and in the sea
a story is passed
proded and pruned
till it's just what (a)t-he-y(z) want
well look
bare not his fate
see not his face
your stairways he carries
your belief in your sins
so bludgeondly batter in
since you were a kid
that this blat is ephemeral
from some angelic rebel
who some how slithered his way to be King.

And He Winks XY

It all falls to the default
male can wink
but over the sinking ship
women and children first
in the life boat
goodbye he screams
and gives a secret wink
to her dead eyes
XY.

Dead Eyes XX

She is closed to me
through vague invitations
clearly the windows
she creates are barred bars
so safley she sits
blatantly singing to her manatee
hidden inside of me
beyond the border of reality
in vainity
these words are for all
dead eyes
XX.

Come Search for The Golden Trees

Fast food
these signs clearly posted
as true carrier of truth and wonder
walks outside
inside the box
that written of sole self
on the walls

and judgement
no meaning
it was sunset so look to sunrise
a blindfold in secure social animal
what is a shaman
who is the baptiser
and who are these two men in radiance
standing beside the holy one

only what you bring
can he see
can he know my need
who has written in this childlike maturity
of only days in bleak moon halves
chasing the sarchastic wisdology
of lower truths
conquering he
ah ha
she forwards the laugh
but cannot live beyond her owners wants and needs
and this leaves me sitting
saying unto me
on your feet son of homo sapien
walk on your lips are molten
and can travel time
to save the future of
the stairway
they said the devil owned.

Scar Tissue

As I touch this wound
the ice is thin
hasn't been cold enough
for long enough


molten devour
and the web of mind
my lips caress the heart
and my tongue lingers half dead
for pleasures that ache
beyond any severe natural diaster
fallen mountain


so to return
this sensationless wound
wielded like an average sharp sword
we all must get by
you mustn't blame me
time
I love you.


In the roman days
you'd be dead
on your knees
before me
sucking life dry


wrestling is just a game today
there are no more gladiators
who fight hell like me
and wish it so
you cannot believe
in this pitch black tent
behold the third of stars
my opaque hand brings back to my sight
from this polluted light
in a quaint archaic understanding
of ingrained mythology
in secrecy an uncanny logicality
to fight for me.

Old Flatop

What is this saying:
the weakness is the strength
and what is my position
in relation to women?

they are all being taken
as I watch in wonder
how the way things work
and children that would be mine
squeak by singing in secret
and meant to be like some Romeo
dead before twenty one

spent casings
in a depth few can know
few dare to reach
or even concieve
the natural truth
only one has ever been allowed
access to believe the pure unbelievable
carried in every particle
a wayward son mythological
prodigal and residual human discourse
rubs off on flesh heaving

and this anger is raw
no one can believe me
especially.

The Way It Is

In this mirror fear
and so many stars
I dance in the night
knowing my meal is secure
there is no doubt here
principality for sure
few will ever know

so who am I you may wonder
and who have I taken under
the ice mid-summer slave
and the passion cut her flesh
for to make me believe
she loved me

well the hawks turn to vultures waiting
for the slaughter
and the child innocent on the pass
reaching side to side
and grasping only dust
returning  to her roost
for a reality clear
and proud as she is exposed
of the life maintained
and the strong mate
who carries the family
untouched

and still to pretend
talking over former lover
so the bubble don't burst
pretense up from the deep
still in the face
horrid motivations
carried in clear majesty
chosen and fear
so many stars ahead
her power is gone
and it is cold in here

Unfinished -- break

Year one daytime conception
Year forty nighttime destruction
serpent's shadow
dense jungle
fast from life

Shaman written cyclic
midground knowledge
darkness meaning sight
zig-zag zip information
debate black center sport

white bearded audio entropy
the basis of immortality
eating flesh drinking blood
works of chief evil spirit
separator of earth and heaven
good and bad

eclipses
little bright star
cradle mother goddess song
population explosion
meticulous eye on astral
pre-industrial civilization
three heavens
one aye you
foot on land
foot on water
rainbow

twenty days pentagram twist
son eye
open
knowing good and assinging insane
four false dawns of destruction before
eddy in eddies behold and see
fifth to come
the fifth into the third upon thirteenth
He is born
the fake falls into reality
the rivers change
where He wept
the tree mature
primate sat

where extension gestation
long awaited
may He come on the eve

Tobacco Prophet

Sacred plant
prayer carrier
mosquito chaser
parasite killer
gift for elder

lung cancer click
in life expectancy
cool hall menthol
juvenile delinquency
way beyond earning of years

wound poultice
but
waste
synthetic toxicant
left with diapers
snow white
crystal slipper
life extender filter
bad apple
brilliant marketing
walkey seed
spoiled the whole bank
magic beans corn squash
jack squat.

Silly harvest
sacrificed face
burnt offering wind in eyes

Once sacred
now abundant abomination
smoke billow carry water droplet drop through sky
clear atmosphere
reaching this side of posted sign

tumbling leaves
cement roads slow
accumulated dust
soon and just once
will not be swept eternally
but
now knows is 
nobody here
but
US profits.

Breakfast (Written May Fourth Two-Thousand-Nine)

So its over
and the tears are shed
stored in ink well
placed down hollow quill
the end

The whispers manifest
a destiny to contemplate
fate
fake emotion
unrealistic projection
a project in confidence
obsession enameled
broken incessant ache
enamored

[But for this warm beating
this blood has been left for bleeding

but for this special place
behind a wall now hidden

(tread lightly
game has no consequence
the trip is part of the act
clap at the expert dribbler)

but for this love
unspoken
unwritten
it’s over and passed

but for this life
the future
the end

but for this panic
grip as slipping
battered hands
for dear life

(wounds only observed
when placed for jest
found rest—
arrest this human
dance in humor)]

and these random letters
designed to decieve
only mind
and capture heart
just a part between A and Z
one by one
they sing out loud
like white water
or some peacock plume
dried out
fallen and rotten

so what high plane
does this song bring
while tearing down
spiraling
for amusement
some future scene
a city green?

where no other place
as close as this
as sure as now
muddle through somehow
and finish well

for

just one letter
put together
meaning
goes without saying
yet not resisted
to tell

Serious Intent (written 04/26/2009)

Serious intent

pointed in the direction of flight
sleepless torture
with or without

obsession on explaination
reiteration on rationalization
excalation

court in session
the riddle is the judge
allusion the jury
can you act like the executioner

Conclusion for Flores (written 02/15/09 2:15 PM)

This is the conclusion:
The summit and the summary:
I am an expert in nothing.

So was before birth and after
no not I mean nihilism
nor know not I mean nietzscheanism

even though:
nothing will happen again
and again
so I've chosen what I've been appointed to be:
an expert in nothing.

Scene on campus dancing
despair in exaust
getting the rock to the top
of the
mountain
black
sometimes it slips halfway up
and that one don't count
so on the Sabbath
I forego formality
and bury my head in
nothing

once again
and it is even
more
silly each time
so I smile and find my mates
to study nothing:

An illogical revelry
in reveries
rant and rage
for some summation
of knowledege to topple
while I babble and build bombs
to bring down my own world.

And only unfurled
rhythm and rhyme
falling petals
on frozen ponds
so the echoes are like hard pack snow.

Today

Spirit whispers
find
today

Refuse
surfacing
something all today

Change
quiet simple
happens today

the fruit of divorced present
today
so sweet it is short
by the falling of souls
today.

Dragon Crap

Squeeze off a round
show strength
abandon inhibition
civilization is captivator
watch survival
cold air
water

Earth old sensed
feel each step before you stride
take the time
roses are a dime a dozen
and the washing of hands
are always needed after this romantic shop stop

Grow the flowers
pick the seedless fruit
efficiency the key
frozen in the lock
in and out of visibility
teasing
wrangling
unsure
monitor
love
twisting
absence
dull
drum the way to saftey
in the cave are the spirits
they show the way
clean water cistern
bladder pure
release
hook heart
love unbound
skipping
attitude forced in side emotion the difficulty born
push pull feet on the floor
walk at words from sea
choiceless feel free.

Astrophysical Pac Man

Anthropomorphized emotions imcomplete
yet standing all in one
well defined each
as if this theory
that minds all rationality
can be corpuscled and clear


so assume and feel
a plank from stone to stone
like clocks and trampolines
an undefined gravity
love just for fun
remembered against the mutual backdrop
from where it's been abstracted
is a pain just as dark
and somehow it never fails
an attempt to separate
an involuntary smile
from an unforgettable dropping heart ache.

A Glimpse of Forgiveness

To find beauty
where all that was beautiful went horrid
is a thing I think few can know
much less master
and practice
but now I know
this is a thing
impossible to find alone
and in a strength in solitude
can be shared to all who would know
forgiveness is the only true divine law.

Towers of Silence

Fleshy parts of kings
fallen in silence
musak playing
birds of heaven
Mazda.


Corpseration
seraphic curtains
diadem ropes
fossils
eaten.


Opposition united
prodigal forms
me me believe I I
stars
book ends recognize.


Destruction of what all know today
and they burn all the past
wine pressed
heaven's children full
is it any wonder?

Remnants of a Voice

Fear for my wakeful eyes
it's not paint that's my desguise
it's the heart that digs and tries
to tie all the banners of power


and in the hour
where the masks melt
what is this guilt one had felt
to carry one for more than lust
for greed and holy bowers
on to forgiveness
and strong wind long suffering


meandering this thought
an art unpredictable to cure
fool for for sure
for in compositions of rememberance
winning war and race dances
kill the ants and make it rain


extinct suffering man never knows
cause pain itself he thinks the cure
so where does she go? 


Fear full my deep set eyes
knowing only one to speak
and times no rememberance
the flesh she makes weak
for longing always unity
with her body


and these ties random nexts
texts to study to forget
application
adoration of intelect
inseparable castle drink the cup


windy and excessive one line has become
run
death does make its way
in moments of alluring pain
and done once again
no gain
run
push the wind to repeat
air and word
no seats left upon my eyes
all have seen
dream.