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.