Pyre

They gathered at the funeral
bringing belongings
memories and pictures
of saints and sayings

as they watched the body burn
they heard some laughing
what was the reflection
of the god absent?

descending from heaven
or at the center of flame
none could see
none dare look
what was plain as day

so pushing through
all the daily bread
swords, thorns, and reasons for being saved
the isolation
of surfacing in the thunder storm
happy, happy, happy
we all are
the day of hot displeasure grows
popping veins
who knows
cut heads clucking
bodies running
denial in eating, plucking
blind
toothless
sinless-ugly-Father
bares the lusts he created
in the rainbowlike pyre.

Meaningless Choice

Choice is meaningless
in our shallow lives
survive!

rapid white water
scraped knee
tears on shore
of those left behind

grey rain
continues to fall
everlasting love
is feared like a corney romance
water dripping in inexperience
behold the goddess rise
for her revenge slowly fades

starvation of mine and yours
sap blood mosquito love
carry pain in martyr style
suck from your own pipe
smoke it.

Hairy care
shampoo, conditioner, mellon extract
smell my love
but first be aware all natural
in aberrant waves
like a junkyard burning
all the negatives ephemeral
still to come
like riding lock
buy stocks
roll barrells
over is fun
bed rock's love.

Holding a Secret

Carrying possibility
ex-communication
knowing better
killing within
now free
burden leaves
changing colors
pity, anger, compassion
denying center
embrace a reality
and carry the tie
the world on shoulders
romance will never exit this heart
exponentially risen count on fingers
all reasons to hate self
nullified-villified motives
jealousy meet the chicken
pursuit in relentless mania
merciless
hand callous
chop wood
winter approaches

Rotting Wood

There are no lifeless trees
so he said to me one day
as if it were wisdom:

"It is better to die in a living world
than to live in a dying one."

when this is what we strive for
and not riches
there truly will be no death

(written 7/11/2006)

there is a throbbing heart
above this womb
who imprints on me
and I imagining all things
before weeded out and chosen

(written 10/3/2003 based on a dream)

The choice has been made for me
the lengths I go?
up this path shall she be
the dog viciously descends
and the two horses follow
terrorized I grab this dog
wrap my hands around and clinch
the muzzle
he will not bark
he will not bite
to train and seek for him my hunter
designed
but what--why two horses
only one I ride
So where is the other
the rider--up the path
this steep
this deep dirt -- now
where are you?

The Convenience of a Muse Meant not to Flatter (written 12/24/2005)

There is no phone to tell the way of the showing trees swaying
Giving perfect sense to unsure knowledge of how a cricket cricks
Tricks they show and who’s the best is sure to win free tickets
No use like the crickets wings being true kings of living matter
Born from batter like theories being in brains as well as on paper
Taper off and away—
Far away
away
Today the trees talk like mating with pollen of a different species
Feces smeared on my mate’s nose to show how belongings stink
Wink if you get the message that the cars wheeze out-side of mature
Rotting unholy reeking nature giving off scents of fake rhyme
Skipping beats in time unable to complete the rhythm of a cell
Tell me off and away—
I’ll go away
away.


Pleasure is the beginning
Sure free from sinning
Unconscious playing
Abhorring
Paying for the almost closest thing to the oldest profession
Ameba’s free pond water living
Energetic theifs in eternal nocturnal ray bursts
And outbursts of laughter of the modern Diogenes
A copy of Ecclesiastes
Any translation
Will
do


I earn; I earns sneering and jeering from voluptuous modern day
Don Juan’s who know nothing of the geek from the 50’s
Or the eternal rebel
rambling unpublished undergraduate
clichés


being is presumptuous


Two bits byting with un-polished bicuspids fearing cupid
Just a couple of minutes until I get inspired
The day of the dying water goes overboard in submarine night delusions about—?


Lets not be presumptuous about extrinsic motivation to ebb
reversed be double b double d records side b’s are some
time is better in strawberry freshness only two weeks old
and weak smells jumping out and denying feels of fields of thought eddying on ebbs.
I bet it couldn’t be corny if it tried really really hard anyway corn
is nutritious and today are the free freedom to pick under bridge
fancy farsaical songs longing the longer end fade away to exit to
the next track treasure ties layed down by slavery now almost truly
obselete like spelling checking should be in composting composures
of poetry making the new grammer—the new words in this age of
the wourlde’


Pearls of words
flying off the thin
thread


Bouncing on floors
hollow in the shallow
composition


Errors underneath
corrections lost to the
human eye


Pig sty stories capturing imagination in the web of unpure
corners of childhood dreams hung up on the brow of the unsure
wourlde spelled correctly and they would’nt let eye use a capitol
without having a nation or two of our own


Whosoever uses the rouse of drawing lines on the native land
Falls victim to the intentional ignorance of the rain
And the hand is stained with true drawing of Iron from the Earth.


But war is the topic today but my way is to find a way to oil
In public the social situation of the shortage of teachers overpaid


And lips speak unofficially colored that love is not stained white
because the be cause can be easily caused to be cleansed in the
grey clouds that descend from an insane sky oh oh so shy.




Make up; an ending; an exit; to poetry; to unsavory life—
Divorced from idealic angelic thoughts of a future
Pure and cost free satellite saddles of an undetermined
Un-sure shape of a cosmos that was made approximately
In the month of may
Spring step
Blues wept
And the splashes splattered into a shape of a heart
Introverted—concealing perverted.

Cellular Communication (written 8/9/2005)

Desire for communion beyond weather filled speech
staring at depths beyond jealous reach
yearning to teach
to be taught.

Anchored in social skills
to be plainly filled.

Ask and all will be well
all will be willed its own way
shaping up to be a social butterfly
flying in popular isolation from sure rooted matters.

Dancing, singing, surrounded by joy
concealed welled up hitting a wall
astrophysical solutions to a cause of despair
metaphysical worries sitting in that high up chair
that wanders to ever find the feel
turn in paper and just steal
a look
took so long
to explain in a dream a song
of pure devotion wandering through choice
will marriage take
will it make my voice scale the wall
will it make the act of life feel like a clown’s toy—and rightfully so.

Flash Back Friday

Flash back friday
the last day of post
in history new times
due come
by looking back at old

Surfer

Epi-phenomenal sea
the surfers look
reaching out

finding the cool shells
reflecting off bottom
of crystal water

grown on farms
invitations
donations
spent
just for isolation sought
Uncle Sam's offspring
HUNT

sowing seed
giving gifts
implantation of idealized thought
till the soil
fear no foil

touch heart
pulsate trust
trip on edge
fall hard
low center of gravity
wrestle my soul
until dust
strong enough

Next Phase

Garbage Root

A

evolution

garbage

salvage

into unknown

sculpt

carve

peel

show

lamp paper weight

a first for everything

for the worm

early wet

carry eaten soul

disease

in arms felt

re-cognize freedom

remember heart

Z

Ring the Bell (Ending Era)

Bats escaping
birds flying in flocks
mercy called filling cup
pulled the wool from eyes
pushed aside dread

blind eyes lust
empty calories
in real nutrition
network darkness
feed

demons released
flying escaping
from the bell free call
paid on bill
on time
platypus
evolve
culled
sacked

flap in static
rememberance
and pulses of panic
may fade
but long last
fond of bonded love
own mercy
burn other possibilities
completely like the smell of plastic legs
drifting heavenward in the night hollering saint

Artistry Banished

Fizziling out
have a seat
no exit here
boring

lock the door as you leave
existential responsibility
know it or not
believe
the way

see up front philosophy
meant to keep mind safe
for depths of fantasy
harm alter and gosh
what is reaped anyway?

blood from ear
prostitution of art
bullet in heart
buried money in a corn field
wordless art

panic on the trail in visions seen
ah ha
write for the coming age
magic beans
a fee
a fine
a foe
fumble the ball
tackled your ass

Van Gogh the billionaire giant

Dark Touch (The Larger Realm)

To reach out in the night
the black hand of lonliness
at airports we are whispered to beware
on the screen all the nasty things
rape, robbery, pedephillic snares
taking candy from a baby.

Dread touch
man's eye tooth still deep root
heal for touch
a fine nest egg
cuckoo
comes

time for the change
the meteor strikes
or what it will take
for to end mundane strife
and return again
to small patches of egalitarian
politically correctness
sustainable gatherings
on larger scales
justice

in center of shards milky way soul
highway behind each separate fence
the dark sheep herd blats noise
radiation like background voice
emanating field collectivety blankets out
spirals-in-matters touching presently
humanity- in some semblance of self-aware
hawks idea death informs to evaporate for meal.

Let Go

Found again is the beauty
lost
never to fade
ain't no Babylon in a place of such
self-sacrifice
oh precious one
heal your daffodil
that protects so many delicate lives
see you on the other side
where laughter is unbound again
now like our lives.

The Cloud Ship Water

Clouds over head

deerskin apparition descends

uncovered from deposits

long settled

it is the time of clowns

and unhappy nerve-endings

unmarvled spear presented

piercing mind

behold the lotus daffodil

the cloud ship prophecy

REIGNS AGAIN

As it Takes Place

Listen
Hear
Them
Chop
Fibers
Rent
RUN!

The Grand Canyon Echoes

Cast
a wide net
scream - make, save, bind art
keep gold safe
what choice
erase
Iracible words
for fear shame
face plant pleasant
woolly wood notted flower
natty punished step away
love makes dance too hard
for fallen away from seeing again
in long/short time to come
move communication more fully
felt with such great strength

What Chant Said (in so many words)

Here we are at the door
we've walked this far
surely we are all responsible
for what He has done

the only universal law

how far have you come
are you a head in the race
from the sound of the machine gun blast
each one a false start
begin again or cancel out

here we are at the door
we'll have walked this far
we responsible for what has been done
is it good?

you oil the machine
that grinds your souls to dust
to keep your appearance
the way it is
always been done

who are you?
declare the universal title

bow down to my false dawn
morning may come.

Feel a Chant Coming

Back twisted
comfort smile
invest time/mile
ancient style

to who does hear
these classic lines
to twist the mind
leaving out mine

and only in rant from now and then
a cyclic obsession begins again
a melody begun for one reason
survival of the most recent season

so in the pit standing horde
flame childlike swinging sword
on top of hill the king does sit
jealous of hell in an angry fit

he atop't in revelry
comes harrowing down
catastrophe
as no other living being could cause
at first is the draft
at last is the draw
float up above inebriation
genetic clause
Santa had abbandoned long ago with coal

so as the center slowly dissapates
grown to a cinder slow burn awaits
the holey to holey one singularity creates
a simple image of a poem