Still standing
generations move
tendrils like roots
where is Earth
in the growth of a tree?
10,000 years some say
overestimate
rotten wood feed
fear for fallen
crib notes
cradle of civilization and all
lullabye sleeps
twinkle winkle
RIP
The Verge
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
The Impossible Third Realm (The Payola)
to be wonderful
marvelous
to be difficult
to fulfill
pay
marvel
wonder
wonderful
mysterious
incomprehensible
marvelous
to be difficult
to fulfill
pay
marvel
wonder
wonderful
mysterious
incomprehensible
December 31, 2009 19:13 U.T.
Lunar occurence
rare - but many in one life
average span
twice a month
from the sea
hear the waves
wave goodbye
she's flying away
divorced from Earth
spinning light face
there's a man up there
it's quite simple to see
show what is done
offspring happy
once a month
female in pack
who gets the alpha
unison the great
they come home
eat drink merry
cause there there is no death
playing the blues in flesh
rocking the world
rarely full twice a month
a blue moon
rare - but many in one life
average span
twice a month
from the sea
hear the waves
wave goodbye
she's flying away
divorced from Earth
spinning light face
there's a man up there
it's quite simple to see
show what is done
offspring happy
once a month
female in pack
who gets the alpha
unison the great
they come home
eat drink merry
cause there there is no death
playing the blues in flesh
rocking the world
rarely full twice a month
a blue moon
Co-Hosts (Written May 21,2007)
Did I coalesce
this nest-
this earth,
and why have I
fallen into pain?
Calling upon
the One who sees
me--
all time
There - Here:
One and the same
How is it faith
never falters in groans
when questions are never quenched,
am I creator
or created?
One and the same.
this nest-
this earth,
and why have I
fallen into pain?
Calling upon
the One who sees
me--
all time
There - Here:
One and the same
How is it faith
never falters in groans
when questions are never quenched,
am I creator
or created?
One and the same.
Just a Windy Clear Moment
Yellow yard
branches dancing
man made canal
water fall
just and eddy sun
reflected white light
broken window church
spires coarse
dunce in the corner of course
changing a word OM
music blaring
feel barefoot aware
border between cold and warm
not cool
stricken astir
watching fall turn to winter
on the eve this yellow-green
a voice in the background
dog jingle collar
Karma
temporary excitement
particle collision
exotic
this Time
trees waving
inviting the passage of like some drama
for children caught
in what this is
to make entertainment ease
branches dancing
man made canal
water fall
just and eddy sun
reflected white light
broken window church
spires coarse
dunce in the corner of course
changing a word OM
music blaring
feel barefoot aware
border between cold and warm
not cool
stricken astir
watching fall turn to winter
on the eve this yellow-green
a voice in the background
dog jingle collar
Karma
temporary excitement
particle collision
exotic
this Time
trees waving
inviting the passage of like some drama
for children caught
in what this is
to make entertainment ease
The New Ones
Not fully scene fit
full frontal face on
forced but felxible neck
close to edge a guest
may come again
buds rake past leaves
gusty day wind imagine
clawing
holding on to justice
yes just
dirt under nails
full frontal face on
forced but felxible neck
close to edge a guest
may come again
buds rake past leaves
gusty day wind imagine
clawing
holding on to justice
yes just
dirt under nails
Latest Poem On Poems
As the sun pulses through wind blown leaves
a code is portrayed I cannot concede
but I'm sure it's not this cliche
in theses square boxes I live-in this day
so who's to say
that poetry is rotten
and language is dead
while meaning what it does like a cloud overhead
forgotten
a code is portrayed I cannot concede
but I'm sure it's not this cliche
in theses square boxes I live-in this day
so who's to say
that poetry is rotten
and language is dead
while meaning what it does like a cloud overhead
forgotten
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Dramatic Lisence
Volcanoes and quasars
meteors and affairs
hard life central Earth
hunger and strife
excess calling consequence
in mid-range between the supergiant
and the microsmall
an infant in stillness
dramatic
mellow causing pain
dance with surrounders
to fit in just a simple way
where calm cause eddies of dust
foot down
king crown
curtain falls
seen silly
miss deeply regardless of all around
meteors and affairs
hard life central Earth
hunger and strife
excess calling consequence
in mid-range between the supergiant
and the microsmall
an infant in stillness
dramatic
mellow causing pain
dance with surrounders
to fit in just a simple way
where calm cause eddies of dust
foot down
king crown
curtain falls
seen silly
miss deeply regardless of all around
Coarse Platitudes
Still a sea
conspiring
quarter a moon
devouring
soon trees broken again
said
blabbering
fine particulate sand
from behind pulpit's hand
count them and see
give me back
horse whip
hay stack
latitudes 45 degrees
pie
pig sty
sleep and collect
morning dew
shards of ice
frozen temperature drop
hardened air
dragon breath
description sandpaper
spoken vain manner
conspiring
quarter a moon
devouring
soon trees broken again
said
blabbering
fine particulate sand
from behind pulpit's hand
count them and see
give me back
horse whip
hay stack
latitudes 45 degrees
pie
pig sty
sleep and collect
morning dew
shards of ice
frozen temperature drop
hardened air
dragon breath
description sandpaper
spoken vain manner
Saturday, October 24, 2009
The War
Being visited
born in a people believing in error
what have you got
thrown at me
down through the valley
requests to see destruction
in this prophecy
lets go
one turns bears no error
my roll
who is left to accuse
when the king demon is holy
watch where your solo step takes you man
cause I am
not separate from you
nor am I
separate from Earth
what else you got
God?
you in?
born in a people believing in error
what have you got
thrown at me
down through the valley
requests to see destruction
in this prophecy
lets go
one turns bears no error
my roll
who is left to accuse
when the king demon is holy
watch where your solo step takes you man
cause I am
not separate from you
nor am I
separate from Earth
what else you got
God?
you in?
Running Barefoot Blending Days Repeat
Quick as ice numb
light as grass silent
nerve rolled over
wind ease present
spring weeds follow
mixed times day Jah knew
again important decision junction
thirst in deafened music blare
human words caught in dead air
revenge is harsh in it's forgiveness seeing none condemned
and the auto crash
awakened out of stupor
look the falsity of the electric rays
rising on the horizon
dawn still far off
in relation to that thought.
light as grass silent
nerve rolled over
wind ease present
spring weeds follow
mixed times day Jah knew
again important decision junction
thirst in deafened music blare
human words caught in dead air
revenge is harsh in it's forgiveness seeing none condemned
and the auto crash
awakened out of stupor
look the falsity of the electric rays
rising on the horizon
dawn still far off
in relation to that thought.
The Hour And The Day (A Mad Scientist)
My ride is late
and in the offices they do smile
do they not and laugh to the bank?
The gates have fallen
and are locked open
and I strive to unbelieve
in my pinky
more than all the seas of mustard
Where is my promised ride
certainly no me
few understand
or care to look
and I am envied
cause my bookbag is light for being so heavy
while coins accumulate on the kitchen table
my ride is on time
scheduled in subconscious.
and in the offices they do smile
do they not and laugh to the bank?
The gates have fallen
and are locked open
and I strive to unbelieve
in my pinky
more than all the seas of mustard
Where is my promised ride
certainly no me
few understand
or care to look
and I am envied
cause my bookbag is light for being so heavy
while coins accumulate on the kitchen table
my ride is on time
scheduled in subconscious.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
White Water Black Slither
Albino skunk
trickster shifter
stone skipper
colic cough
Ease of thought
cloak in dark
jealous statue
nice shot heart
Hard in truth
plastic flower
isolated words
mammalian hammer
War broken
out on guard
effect of damp
setting time
and every bane that does today
seems to feel it go away
underneath the dying ring
sun forsaken again
for all is done and can't foresee
just simplicity
white back sliver
beaver
heave all undone in under the sky
given the desire for things unknown
going un-herd.
trickster shifter
stone skipper
colic cough
Ease of thought
cloak in dark
jealous statue
nice shot heart
Hard in truth
plastic flower
isolated words
mammalian hammer
War broken
out on guard
effect of damp
setting time
and every bane that does today
seems to feel it go away
underneath the dying ring
sun forsaken again
for all is done and can't foresee
just simplicity
white back sliver
beaver
heave all undone in under the sky
given the desire for things unknown
going un-herd.
The Days That Follow
Pride in the nation
that raped Mother Nature
in nine moons
an abomination
an eddy in Zion
Frankenstein's Monster
Darth Vader
Godzilla
post WWII mutant monster
just a legend
water broken
Violated first
until semen stuck
at last
smoke stack abyss
suck
in nine months
endure double stamp
she begged for life
caught away
gobbled up rivers dragging on
sea
the birth of a legend
cause false for all rations
nation of wonders imagine no death
see
the days that follow.
that raped Mother Nature
in nine moons
an abomination
an eddy in Zion
Frankenstein's Monster
Darth Vader
Godzilla
post WWII mutant monster
just a legend
water broken
Violated first
until semen stuck
at last
smoke stack abyss
suck
in nine months
endure double stamp
she begged for life
caught away
gobbled up rivers dragging on
sea
the birth of a legend
cause false for all rations
nation of wonders imagine no death
see
the days that follow.
Kosmos Background Laughter Lasts
A reflection
on the spectacle
that helps men
see
true contact
improved nature
square
strait lies
line picked up
raked leaves
buying this?
on the spectacle
that helps men
see
true contact
improved nature
square
strait lies
line picked up
raked leaves
buying this?
Some Kind of Wordy Genesis
Faked hairy arms
dim sight
birthright
Enter in kingdom
die on border
ladders
Panspermia people pods in shadow places
replaced from black & white to color
a beautiful exemplary story cure
sure to make some dough
a nothing else matter
Tooting horn of selves
walls come tumbling down
chain of spiral stairs
matching all before with unforseeable errors
a sure cure
hurl
edification of small oral tradition
passed tests memory
mammary
pithy
swearing and cussing
what a fuss
buses and bicycles gasses green
warmed heart special
guest tonight
prayed tired of search
first woman may it be
rebel cat huh seen red
home coming heavy water
a bride for my master in family sent
just another story
meaning sounding neat
and clean cut.
dim sight
birthright
Enter in kingdom
die on border
ladders
Panspermia people pods in shadow places
replaced from black & white to color
a beautiful exemplary story cure
sure to make some dough
a nothing else matter
Tooting horn of selves
walls come tumbling down
chain of spiral stairs
matching all before with unforseeable errors
a sure cure
hurl
edification of small oral tradition
passed tests memory
mammary
pithy
swearing and cussing
what a fuss
buses and bicycles gasses green
warmed heart special
guest tonight
prayed tired of search
first woman may it be
rebel cat huh seen red
home coming heavy water
a bride for my master in family sent
just another story
meaning sounding neat
and clean cut.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Anthropomorphic Trouble
Assigned to insignificance
meaning in trouble
in and out time
galaxies
love is base and epiphenomenal nonsense
trouble
and nothing but.
meaning in trouble
in and out time
galaxies
love is base and epiphenomenal nonsense
trouble
and nothing but.
Laundry
What have I kept hidden?
What have I lost?
unclear are the roads
these daily rites keep seeking
insignificant are these words
fallen on eyes so dense
thick full of cells layered hidden
lost
What is in my laundry basket?
deer tick spirochette
cork screw for wine bottles broken glass walken
dirty sheets
tiskets and taskets
nurseries suckling the door
lyme for dead wood in bags recyclable had
land for future ranch dorm toes
fungal hedonism growth more
wheat carrots celery and eggs
no dirty laundry instead
Bloody white clothes
is all thats left to adorn my life
and He shows up and visits to wear them well.
What have I lost?
unclear are the roads
these daily rites keep seeking
insignificant are these words
fallen on eyes so dense
thick full of cells layered hidden
lost
What is in my laundry basket?
deer tick spirochette
cork screw for wine bottles broken glass walken
dirty sheets
tiskets and taskets
nurseries suckling the door
lyme for dead wood in bags recyclable had
land for future ranch dorm toes
fungal hedonism growth more
wheat carrots celery and eggs
no dirty laundry instead
Bloody white clothes
is all thats left to adorn my life
and He shows up and visits to wear them well.
The Patient Dog
Begging for twenties in the streets of London
ashamed to ask for an even five in the pubs
following the woman from flat to flat
listening to the opera singing dog
and feeling like weeping
at its beauty.
Next stop hanging my coat to stay
when the hound done performance
next is the patient dog
sitting in back
waiting.
Introduction less than the formal
more than the due
paid still no money
ready for the night as us dog recluse.
ashamed to ask for an even five in the pubs
following the woman from flat to flat
listening to the opera singing dog
and feeling like weeping
at its beauty.
Next stop hanging my coat to stay
when the hound done performance
next is the patient dog
sitting in back
waiting.
Introduction less than the formal
more than the due
paid still no money
ready for the night as us dog recluse.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Paper Law Fences Making Property Own Humble Survive
In excess
of goodness
exists
formality
law rule division
destroying love's honesty
forcing choices
even in wisdom
hatred spawn
but unsteady
crumbling on foundation
love's perpetuity
passes
through
in continuity and conscience
and the heart of worldliness dies
and roots of kindness
shed no bark
walked upon
by soldiers twisting
from temporary emotions in times of starvation
and the fragile puppets
right and left
set and rise
are here and now
in excess of life
forgivness
beyond formality
of goodness
exists
formality
law rule division
destroying love's honesty
forcing choices
even in wisdom
hatred spawn
but unsteady
crumbling on foundation
love's perpetuity
passes
through
in continuity and conscience
and the heart of worldliness dies
and roots of kindness
shed no bark
walked upon
by soldiers twisting
from temporary emotions in times of starvation
and the fragile puppets
right and left
set and rise
are here and now
in excess of life
forgivness
beyond formality
Friday, October 16, 2009
The Pass
With her eyes dilate
she stares at my body
an almost hollow gaze
glazed with words she gave me
Her head on my lap
I see time's truth
she is absent and distant
gone present enflaming my love
I propose a question
like a silly child:
"will I ever see you again?"
my body conquered
and my mind solved
left to be less
and more than real
fog is thick
I try to find home
Her eyes dilate
black holes of lust
my emotions just so
result of elusive spirit food
my lust lingering
my love
never were
Her eyes dilate
cause I was never real
lying
recovering
panic on the pass
she is emptied and gone
and I forevermore
trying to find home
left alone.
she stares at my body
an almost hollow gaze
glazed with words she gave me
Her head on my lap
I see time's truth
she is absent and distant
gone present enflaming my love
I propose a question
like a silly child:
"will I ever see you again?"
my body conquered
and my mind solved
left to be less
and more than real
fog is thick
I try to find home
Her eyes dilate
black holes of lust
my emotions just so
result of elusive spirit food
my lust lingering
my love
never were
Her eyes dilate
cause I was never real
lying
recovering
panic on the pass
she is emptied and gone
and I forevermore
trying to find home
left alone.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
A Hiking Poem
Maple invasive
colored out of place
flock of Hawk sky walking
ground of Crow peripheral eye
narrow harrow hallowed corridor
no Owl heard
no Deer scene
but berries from nowhere
domestic dog barks
picturesque
and sirens holy
mourners Sunday
baseball football
perfect community
well manicured
root walk
hiding
mud slinging youth
chopping spreading seeds
milk of life watered unknowable steps talking
looking forgiveness
kinky carpel tunnel Jo Jah Jah heals
and fluid in ears
emotions all her shadow
keeps telling we safe
a step process
weaning patch
pussy footing
back to basics
mind language not fitting
scenery surrounding
hear begin chant
beyond believing
jumping
stopping watching depressing
sun full of face
simple gathered flowers
like Superman stretching
bought corner store
Acorn
colored out of place
flock of Hawk sky walking
ground of Crow peripheral eye
narrow harrow hallowed corridor
no Owl heard
no Deer scene
but berries from nowhere
domestic dog barks
picturesque
and sirens holy
mourners Sunday
baseball football
perfect community
well manicured
root walk
hiding
mud slinging youth
chopping spreading seeds
milk of life watered unknowable steps talking
looking forgiveness
kinky carpel tunnel Jo Jah Jah heals
and fluid in ears
emotions all her shadow
keeps telling we safe
a step process
weaning patch
pussy footing
back to basics
mind language not fitting
scenery surrounding
hear begin chant
beyond believing
jumping
stopping watching depressing
sun full of face
simple gathered flowers
like Superman stretching
bought corner store
Acorn
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Reentry
Rescission feels just
caught wandering
shooting lightning
feel resentment grow like mushrooms
or tiny insects eating crumbs
focused feels anger
cutting through danger
making it rough
tough
caught away
visions mechanistic haze
world clean
no dirt allowed
no branch no leaf
holy hell one shot stop
poison bone shaking
vibe changing
all the walls and breaking
realize?
a youthful innocence wasted
for a doomed union
no man's land
wanted
my heart hounded
it is written
caught wandering
shooting lightning
feel resentment grow like mushrooms
or tiny insects eating crumbs
focused feels anger
cutting through danger
making it rough
tough
caught away
visions mechanistic haze
world clean
no dirt allowed
no branch no leaf
holy hell one shot stop
poison bone shaking
vibe changing
all the walls and breaking
realize?
a youthful innocence wasted
for a doomed union
no man's land
wanted
my heart hounded
it is written
Friday, October 9, 2009
Missplaced Keys (Written October 6, 2009)
Around and arrange ya
surrounding the stranga
does one ever miss a note
beyond the horizon
there, here and Mt. ZION
all already around ya
and what does one know
about being
angelic
pat my pockets I've lost my keys
in the strangers surrounding ya
temporary revert
stepping forward
days-nights pass
and Earth surrounds ya
she takes care of her own
and balances ya
surrounding the stranga
does one ever miss a note
beyond the horizon
there, here and Mt. ZION
all already around ya
and what does one know
about being
angelic
pat my pockets I've lost my keys
in the strangers surrounding ya
temporary revert
stepping forward
days-nights pass
and Earth surrounds ya
she takes care of her own
and balances ya
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Poetry Justified (a capping on today's trial)
So who can live
who can read
who can give?
A painting of a semblance of reflections
pieces of half read dead thoughts
trained for a degree in babylonian hussie
Wow give me more
the last image of this:
Statue of liberty in mind hangs
horozontally
vertical lines abhore
and scream of layered tents
pleading to a father within unperfect all
saying they don't believe...
and in private wispers of greatness
guilt wears thin like wheat
but heart beats must end
tears spent like atom bomb casings
and the plastic scratches on backs of cards
Eros and his castle will not repeat
the journey of long ago
for in forgivness want and hunger
thirsting for springs
black and old yellow smelling like storage of scrolls universal babylon whore.
who can read
who can give?
A painting of a semblance of reflections
pieces of half read dead thoughts
trained for a degree in babylonian hussie
Wow give me more
the last image of this:
Statue of liberty in mind hangs
horozontally
vertical lines abhore
and scream of layered tents
pleading to a father within unperfect all
saying they don't believe...
and in private wispers of greatness
guilt wears thin like wheat
but heart beats must end
tears spent like atom bomb casings
and the plastic scratches on backs of cards
Eros and his castle will not repeat
the journey of long ago
for in forgivness want and hunger
thirsting for springs
black and old yellow smelling like storage of scrolls universal babylon whore.
A Song for Struggling in Mediocrity (something the archetype said with messy hair)
We all march hand in hand
as long as we stand in accomplishment
branded this is the way it is
granted swimming upstream
slow as it works
convenient excuse
crutches bore
hardened pit of antiquity
dig flesh rots
and only few
rested crowned before
after plenty of death
and a focus
in unreachable crag
who's song
can see beyond fixed fundamental cold hard unchangeable reality?
its a wonder
as long as we stand in accomplishment
branded this is the way it is
granted swimming upstream
slow as it works
convenient excuse
crutches bore
hardened pit of antiquity
dig flesh rots
and only few
rested crowned before
after plenty of death
and a focus
in unreachable crag
who's song
can see beyond fixed fundamental cold hard unchangeable reality?
its a wonder
Common Language
Riddle and ramble
forget to stamble
entranced better and
doom and gloom
while bright sunshine
at local mall
adult a night alone
to sacrifice a soul
got hot on the train today
refering to camera ooze
spared by the beautiful woman
or an image in the garden
pieces of half worn chatter
why were you with him
canna see?
Law rent low
see few short stories
skull split young is wrong
take it in
exiled by another's brilliant thoughts.
Reference galore
friday's thirteenth gore
blood on lot bares alot
arms race between divided soul
no place in text book for english language-
referencing a common mind.
forget to stamble
entranced better and
doom and gloom
while bright sunshine
at local mall
adult a night alone
to sacrifice a soul
got hot on the train today
refering to camera ooze
spared by the beautiful woman
or an image in the garden
pieces of half worn chatter
why were you with him
canna see?
Law rent low
see few short stories
skull split young is wrong
take it in
exiled by another's brilliant thoughts.
Reference galore
friday's thirteenth gore
blood on lot bares alot
arms race between divided soul
no place in text book for english language-
referencing a common mind.
A Chant for Hunters and Law Enforcement (a kind of natural law)
When you can't catch the Mastodon
you kill the rabbits.
When you can't bind the Lion
you skin the cats.
you kill the rabbits.
When you can't bind the Lion
you skin the cats.
Bearing Souls Actor On TV
Restraint
boiled down rhythm
all powerful great mother
bored
Earth
father manipulator
word condescender
wrong spell checker
thought
Space
drivel drools
enzymes
tools fools vinyl lust
crack in skull
absorbs disease
bring to finger tip
flip into street
like virus filled mucous
carrying deep
isolative caught
do's and don't's contracts
cycle of placation and generosity
calmness and bursts of energy
holy coupled
help us all us
nine hundred years it takes to finish this read
for fear of fans
a long time cooling
cliche' to finish with:
shove the golden fiddle up the devil's ass!
boiled down rhythm
all powerful great mother
bored
Earth
father manipulator
word condescender
wrong spell checker
thought
Space
drivel drools
enzymes
tools fools vinyl lust
crack in skull
absorbs disease
bring to finger tip
flip into street
like virus filled mucous
carrying deep
isolative caught
do's and don't's contracts
cycle of placation and generosity
calmness and bursts of energy
holy coupled
help us all us
nine hundred years it takes to finish this read
for fear of fans
a long time cooling
cliche' to finish with:
shove the golden fiddle up the devil's ass!
Friday, October 2, 2009
(Written November 27, 1999)
tomorrow I'm gonna blow up a balloon
tomorrow will come really really soon
next thing you know flowers bloom
look at that mess- I'll get out my broom
I'll have it done just before noon
then I can blow up my balloon
it's a red one
and when I'm done
I'm gonna let it go
and it will fly around the room.
tomorrow will come really really soon
next thing you know flowers bloom
look at that mess- I'll get out my broom
I'll have it done just before noon
then I can blow up my balloon
it's a red one
and when I'm done
I'm gonna let it go
and it will fly around the room.
It Is Written
Carefull the power of poet
speak and know it
avoid it
Hooded masked
all time
yes
amazing dancing
high grade fancy
schooling
wounded heart
narcissistic prating
a zero audience
ripples on shallow grave
like tears watering mud
funeral screams and moans
never knew the love
fallen knees
employments past
shame on infinity
it everlasts
one for all
all for one
the magic mirror calling names
prevention of blame
attitude disruption
pain
careful romper
rooms abound
sickness and death
waiting...
smile again
written vest
test held secret
passed known it
too many hockey game smiles
black wax covering true masculine strength
let the dead bury the dead
speak and know it
avoid it
Hooded masked
all time
yes
amazing dancing
high grade fancy
schooling
wounded heart
narcissistic prating
a zero audience
ripples on shallow grave
like tears watering mud
funeral screams and moans
never knew the love
fallen knees
employments past
shame on infinity
it everlasts
one for all
all for one
the magic mirror calling names
prevention of blame
attitude disruption
pain
careful romper
rooms abound
sickness and death
waiting...
smile again
written vest
test held secret
passed known it
too many hockey game smiles
black wax covering true masculine strength
let the dead bury the dead
Venus Is The Bright Morning Star
Little star
wander where you are
are you even?
Morning and Evening
warning egnored
just a planet
caught in the ocean of twinkle
check hockey season
blood on ice
fight
Mountain soft
cycles unpure
standing out from the rest
complement
secure
twisted above reality
like eyes either end of day
never in one place fast
come at last
and all the declarations
said in the higher than highest chair
are repetitive and mundane
just to same
and even out the score
baby land's rocking horse squeaking
in a dusty basement
a child playing with an imaginary door
wander where you are
are you even?
Morning and Evening
warning egnored
just a planet
caught in the ocean of twinkle
check hockey season
blood on ice
fight
Mountain soft
cycles unpure
standing out from the rest
complement
secure
twisted above reality
like eyes either end of day
never in one place fast
come at last
and all the declarations
said in the higher than highest chair
are repetitive and mundane
just to same
and even out the score
baby land's rocking horse squeaking
in a dusty basement
a child playing with an imaginary door
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Humdumdrum
Ruminations expunged colleged
stampy tamp tippy toe
unreadavant
hollow workel forced
bastard wordum
facade for childrun
rings arounza rosies
grades wills falls
and taper tippers slippers bat
fallacies senations lingers
plus sita upina da trees
worlds to explore
backa handum
dead
guilt
horse akeneel devwhedah
Jah Jah dun chanta dun
catapolis
stampy tamp tippy toe
unreadavant
hollow workel forced
bastard wordum
facade for childrun
rings arounza rosies
grades wills falls
and taper tippers slippers bat
fallacies senations lingers
plus sita upina da trees
worlds to explore
backa handum
dead
guilt
horse akeneel devwhedah
Jah Jah dun chanta dun
catapolis
Big Hairy Gremlin
Back Hoe
Locust
muddy tire trails
pecker wood
high octane chain
pine nuts Timber!
broken golden vein
jackhammer
pulling praying
brain sane
around about deception
dancing plain
ghosts gather
to listen master
to see the big hairy gremlin screaming
ain't no Jersey Devil
ain't no Bigfoot
ain't no monster
just consumer response
loose gene's and stress
scene in rough times
big hairy man
sick of this plan
terrorizes and sabotages
victims of
american psychotic men
Locust
muddy tire trails
pecker wood
high octane chain
pine nuts Timber!
broken golden vein
jackhammer
pulling praying
brain sane
around about deception
dancing plain
ghosts gather
to listen master
to see the big hairy gremlin screaming
ain't no Jersey Devil
ain't no Bigfoot
ain't no monster
just consumer response
loose gene's and stress
scene in rough times
big hairy man
sick of this plan
terrorizes and sabotages
victims of
american psychotic men
SinKing
Serpent wisdom:
eat the worm in the apple
its good protein!
[(blood on my heel screams: i before e exept after c) and really the blood is on Moses's hands]
eat the worm in the apple
its good protein!
[(blood on my heel screams: i before e exept after c) and really the blood is on Moses's hands]
Nonconformist List
Reasons for following consumer:
If I got by looking shabby:
what good would money be?
If I got by in honesty:
what excuse would cheating have?
If I got by dreaded and unsheared:
what good would vainity work be?
The facade needs work
at this depth
like the rationality of this list
living in past
who could know
what good is snow?
If I got by looking shabby:
what good would money be?
If I got by in honesty:
what excuse would cheating have?
If I got by dreaded and unsheared:
what good would vainity work be?
The facade needs work
at this depth
like the rationality of this list
living in past
who could know
what good is snow?
Ponderations On Firsts and Lasts
Civilizee spring up
taken aken over
walkin' talkin'
quezal coastal
spiralnation isolations roads
busy day full of nothin'
sepratists first world familee
up on spire
many many paths
head of a pin
darkness
last to be ransacked
first to be restored
America
toe to toe
now heel to toe; heel to toe
howdy dude
how?
Irate this place
desolate
the last then the first.
taken aken over
walkin' talkin'
quezal coastal
spiralnation isolations roads
busy day full of nothin'
sepratists first world familee
up on spire
many many paths
head of a pin
darkness
last to be ransacked
first to be restored
America
toe to toe
now heel to toe; heel to toe
howdy dude
how?
Irate this place
desolate
the last then the first.
Medium
How much would you fork over
to talk to your time divided self?
Do you believe in guardian angels?
do you love yourself?
It cost only a soul
for I to talk to I
he guides my every step.
to talk to your time divided self?
Do you believe in guardian angels?
do you love yourself?
It cost only a soul
for I to talk to I
he guides my every step.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
From Rib's Acid
Now I got to the campsite
and missplaced my rib
where the hell did I put it
mindlessly check each pocket
the wolf must have chosen it
stolen it
it's his
damn it
from man's Earth it was taken
now moon over head
potentate split up belongings
moving at ameba's pace
stomach hurling out growels
acid rain eating at bowels
just a guess I guess
as to how this stuff cycles
as to minding pen howls
lines of cube rotating
inwardness forgetting
how little
or how too much I know
you
Moon dances
DNA's are big children
so may say
of a man named Ribo Acid
maybe
brevity
for short
Yes but who is Adam's dad
well that'd be Lucy for's Husband
Venus instead
and missplaced my rib
where the hell did I put it
mindlessly check each pocket
the wolf must have chosen it
stolen it
it's his
damn it
from man's Earth it was taken
now moon over head
potentate split up belongings
moving at ameba's pace
stomach hurling out growels
acid rain eating at bowels
just a guess I guess
as to how this stuff cycles
as to minding pen howls
lines of cube rotating
inwardness forgetting
how little
or how too much I know
you
Moon dances
DNA's are big children
so may say
of a man named Ribo Acid
maybe
brevity
for short
Yes but who is Adam's dad
well that'd be Lucy for's Husband
Venus instead
Practication Driving Insanity Nuts (Hermetic Brotherhood)
Bold face cost effectivness
nothing wrong with this
train the worm
calculus
but after a word
study
solitariness
a big mess
pragmatic prognostication
in old Greek legends
hammering down hemlocked
for a night of dry lotus posturing
need peace
old owl flown death soon
peck card deck
hole in ace
used iced tea
condusive to forbiddance
of a true god
attack
through puppets
no wrong no deed
pragalactication collecting nuts surviving insanity
lullabye
nothing wrong with this
train the worm
calculus
but after a word
study
solitariness
a big mess
pragmatic prognostication
in old Greek legends
hammering down hemlocked
for a night of dry lotus posturing
need peace
old owl flown death soon
peck card deck
hole in ace
used iced tea
condusive to forbiddance
of a true god
attack
through puppets
no wrong no deed
pragalactication collecting nuts surviving insanity
lullabye
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Genius
My type of genius
can be faked
its really very simple really
have no thought
use heart
my type of unfathomableness
is seen through quite clearly
makes no cents
just dents the finish
bringing rust
my type of narcissism
is quite reflective
want to know how?
take a good long look
the pain will set you straight
make you look away
mirrors the darkness pure
no equality in true position
and the opposite is true
can be faked
its really very simple really
have no thought
use heart
my type of unfathomableness
is seen through quite clearly
makes no cents
just dents the finish
bringing rust
my type of narcissism
is quite reflective
want to know how?
take a good long look
the pain will set you straight
make you look away
mirrors the darkness pure
no equality in true position
and the opposite is true
Pieces of Chest
Good Lookin'
making movies
pawn
rook
took the Queen
too many moves
my mansion is bigger
mine is cleaner
mine is dryer
primate bargaining chips
are down stress release
build new ground
over old
activating the cost of lives a week at a time
nothing personal
your move!
Mine is inescapable
unfathomable
here forever
no place to rest my head
making movies
pawn
rook
took the Queen
too many moves
my mansion is bigger
mine is cleaner
mine is dryer
primate bargaining chips
are down stress release
build new ground
over old
activating the cost of lives a week at a time
nothing personal
your move!
Mine is inescapable
unfathomable
here forever
no place to rest my head
Survival of the Purist (Natural Detention)
There is a really long list
in a little black book
leading from lightning to destiny
from Adam to me
There is a soft bloodied fist
in preparing to cook
so clever these words have to be
to keep them from me
because the meal
filling empty shell
sweet on lips
bitter now
for fell
tell how
not sure don't know
what does it mean you ask me?
equality
world wide hunter gather mentality
correct?
pure natural intention
survival invention
of a really big family
collective security
Dread:
Don't Die
in a little black book
leading from lightning to destiny
from Adam to me
There is a soft bloodied fist
in preparing to cook
so clever these words have to be
to keep them from me
because the meal
filling empty shell
sweet on lips
bitter now
for fell
tell how
not sure don't know
what does it mean you ask me?
equality
world wide hunter gather mentality
correct?
pure natural intention
survival invention
of a really big family
collective security
Dread:
Don't Die
The Darwin Institute (a comedy for people like me)
When all the things that make us happy
are condusive to unhealthy living
you are in the wrong place my friend
get the jacket
its cold out here.
are condusive to unhealthy living
you are in the wrong place my friend
get the jacket
its cold out here.
Writing Trip Live Wire
There is still something beautiful about this place,
I'm just not quite sure it exists.
Every now and then I get a glimpse
of something everyone has lost.
Now if power and intellectual superiority
of creativity boredom and jealousy
were to pop its ugly head
would I have the will to clean the mirror?
It's sad really
a pity.
You only get one life to die infinitely numbered times
I saw a man run with potatoes on his back
the sac was filled with strife
and all he screamed was
thats life
I burst out laughing
but only observed the back of my eyes
on the tip of my face in the mask
a spiral cloud came down
writing what was meant to be
imperfections on the outskirts
unable to defend
an attitude worth looking for
blurry night
atticus sent
hygene helium
deciever premium
back home where crows say goodbye
solidify glaze frost
there is a real world out there
divorced from candy corn
apple picking
acorn husking
coming home
There must be some beauty left
of course the oracle is deep
a good mask
typo advantage
heart pure
leaves.
I'm just not quite sure it exists.
Every now and then I get a glimpse
of something everyone has lost.
Now if power and intellectual superiority
of creativity boredom and jealousy
were to pop its ugly head
would I have the will to clean the mirror?
It's sad really
a pity.
You only get one life to die infinitely numbered times
I saw a man run with potatoes on his back
the sac was filled with strife
and all he screamed was
thats life
I burst out laughing
but only observed the back of my eyes
on the tip of my face in the mask
a spiral cloud came down
writing what was meant to be
imperfections on the outskirts
unable to defend
an attitude worth looking for
blurry night
atticus sent
hygene helium
deciever premium
back home where crows say goodbye
solidify glaze frost
there is a real world out there
divorced from candy corn
apple picking
acorn husking
coming home
There must be some beauty left
of course the oracle is deep
a good mask
typo advantage
heart pure
leaves.
This Layered Life
What have you said?
The blankets make me sweat
who had made each?
Not three worlds
not one
Billions upon Billions
great
fun
how many do you see?
pick one?
or two to visualize
time to simplify
rest a bit making
glass sculptures
in private sparkling for eyes afar
from the grains of sand
on sea shores.
The blankets make me sweat
who had made each?
Not three worlds
not one
Billions upon Billions
great
fun
how many do you see?
pick one?
or two to visualize
time to simplify
rest a bit making
glass sculptures
in private sparkling for eyes afar
from the grains of sand
on sea shores.
Cycle of Rememberance to Stave Off Shivers
Birch burns hot and slow
pine is gone in a flash
which drys the other
the first is the last
pine is gone in a flash
which drys the other
the first is the last
New Wisdom (All taken home)
One and a half hearts is too much to bear alone
and not enough when cup overflown'
and not enough when cup overflown'
The Hustle
We are going to the moonplums oranges and cherries
naturalistic tendencies
efficiency arranges
worm your way
leaden pipes colapse roaming roaring lions
ability for peace
slim snap
midday nap
horrid answers heading our way
but each day
chalk the line
appalud like rain on early autumn day
leaving a voice fall warm fire humility
and emerge triumphant
and talk to the children
at a time
the hustle for
is harsh out there
thunderclaproads
Thunder Road - Empty Mechanized Car-Go
I will say
Hear
all I can now
Today we ride in an ancient bus
an empty 16 wheeler (esoterism not included)
BA-BOOM!
BANG-BAM!
an old road
hold on
blanketed bodies
belongings knocked and slipped
home grown hand sewn
hear the worker on the road
fake tears from Native blood
garbage at his feet
Darkness is great
but through cracks that illuminate
we see an image
of souls ministering
to the mourning lying sick
BA-BOOM!
BUM-BUM-BADUM!
bumpy road embodies terror
here take these
its all we got for now
will charge the account
of an old Dragon on the way out
Nothing to do
sold
white gold
Brum-Brum
there grrrrrrrrrrreat!
cuckoo for coa-coa puffs?
or because
your free
to make quick bucks
and hard earned pay?
Well pay no mind
look first rays of sun rise
murmurs delusions grand
gone-
watchovered by greatness
no one knew we had
CHA-CHING!
who are the enemies?
sickness dead
who drives this thing?
I looked up through all the moans
and the driver looked back at me
I knew who was taking over
and as he switched his gear
it made a horrible sound
cigar in his mouth he winks
seeing him smile towards the end
and all I say in return
in prayer-like anger laughing
in tears of terror and joy
in full resignation
lifting my fist
and laying back down
as we pass over
a particularly rocky region of road:
"Father: Put the petal to the fucking metal! get us HOME!"
Hear
all I can now
Today we ride in an ancient bus
an empty 16 wheeler (esoterism not included)
BA-BOOM!
BANG-BAM!
an old road
hold on
blanketed bodies
belongings knocked and slipped
home grown hand sewn
hear the worker on the road
fake tears from Native blood
garbage at his feet
Darkness is great
but through cracks that illuminate
we see an image
of souls ministering
to the mourning lying sick
BA-BOOM!
BUM-BUM-BADUM!
bumpy road embodies terror
here take these
its all we got for now
will charge the account
of an old Dragon on the way out
Nothing to do
sold
white gold
Brum-Brum
there grrrrrrrrrrreat!
cuckoo for coa-coa puffs?
or because
your free
to make quick bucks
and hard earned pay?
Well pay no mind
look first rays of sun rise
murmurs delusions grand
gone-
watchovered by greatness
no one knew we had
CHA-CHING!
who are the enemies?
sickness dead
who drives this thing?
I looked up through all the moans
and the driver looked back at me
I knew who was taking over
and as he switched his gear
it made a horrible sound
cigar in his mouth he winks
seeing him smile towards the end
and all I say in return
in prayer-like anger laughing
in tears of terror and joy
in full resignation
lifting my fist
and laying back down
as we pass over
a particularly rocky region of road:
"Father: Put the petal to the fucking metal! get us HOME!"
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Lion Tamer
Circus in sessionlook the spectacle
dropped chair
lost whip
but the lions jaws will tear
cover loins for domestication
cowboy reign over soon
and who are they
who remove
posted
sign?
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tried On
Whispered into the changing room
glistening diamond heart
slow removal
sword
nailed
sponge offered drugged
why have you forsaken me?
a few days absent
body missing
resurrection wound apparent
mind opened to truth
used flesh
DON'T FIT
glistening diamond heart
slow removal
sword
nailed
sponge offered drugged
why have you forsaken me?
a few days absent
body missing
resurrection wound apparent
mind opened to truth
used flesh
DON'T FIT
Giants RoamShadow Men
Prophecy
Fulfilled
Shallow Snow
Midday
Opposes
Free Will
Children Forever
Ahab
Peg Leg
Stern
Here
Watch
Tobacco Burn
Gaurantee
Sorry
Apology
Many Words Left
Shhhhhhh
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Daily Shadow Healing
Daily
the local Medicine Man
calls me to the shadows
to weep and moan this moon
there he prepares fires
to cauterize my wound
with chants to the effect:
see no more
in everything the cause of your woe
four walls have been thrown up
and there is no way to know
bring the body to the pyre
burn her-- she is dead.
Think in fondness of memories
listen for the voice
ponder an unfilled cup
and filled at the crow's caw
small nests in crevices
hadn't always been seen
hatred anger jealousy
small emotions
fluttering
burnt in fire
as I flail and flip
in convulsions
he holds the red stick firm
that glows searing flesh
Over Man!
he says-
hate your love no more
see! everywhere
the darkness pass
and as I reach to take a sip
it overflows upon my lips
to quench my thirst it drips
down my arms in rivers
upon my hands like words
trickle down my beard
this drink is cool but absurd
to never see green light again
I laugh at Alice everywhere
and calm her death from here
I contemplate resurrection simple
affectionate memories
jealousy could not kill
as I leave some tobacco
for the Shaman who heals
I walk away
and he flaps away
like bats on my heels
saying:
Over Man remember
just a man
Beware the eve
woman is woman
see them everywhere!
savor them
in every flavor
in every season
but Love the dead
cause they bury each other
and he laughs again
coinciding with my own
the local Medicine Man
calls me to the shadows
to weep and moan this moon
there he prepares fires
to cauterize my wound
with chants to the effect:
see no more
in everything the cause of your woe
four walls have been thrown up
and there is no way to know
bring the body to the pyre
burn her-- she is dead.
Think in fondness of memories
listen for the voice
ponder an unfilled cup
and filled at the crow's caw
small nests in crevices
hadn't always been seen
hatred anger jealousy
small emotions
fluttering
burnt in fire
as I flail and flip
in convulsions
he holds the red stick firm
that glows searing flesh
Over Man!
he says-
hate your love no more
see! everywhere
the darkness pass
and as I reach to take a sip
it overflows upon my lips
to quench my thirst it drips
down my arms in rivers
upon my hands like words
trickle down my beard
this drink is cool but absurd
to never see green light again
I laugh at Alice everywhere
and calm her death from here
I contemplate resurrection simple
affectionate memories
jealousy could not kill
as I leave some tobacco
for the Shaman who heals
I walk away
and he flaps away
like bats on my heels
saying:
Over Man remember
just a man
Beware the eve
woman is woman
see them everywhere!
savor them
in every flavor
in every season
but Love the dead
cause they bury each other
and he laughs again
coinciding with my own
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Woody Woodpecker's for Kids; Drinking's for Adults
Seared in mind
her sweet sardony
for what a brick wall verbal communication can be.
Diverted eyes so seemingly shy
and the rain man comes hard
down outside
floating in ecstasy
not one single solitary touch
no word nor crutch
no law
no bane
tin trinket left to be washed
in rubber tires
and high water
scratch for another rain to wash away
woodpecked burnt in a cartoon fire
banging the pure yellow birch left tears
ha ha ha ha ha.
her sweet sardony
for what a brick wall verbal communication can be.
Diverted eyes so seemingly shy
and the rain man comes hard
down outside
floating in ecstasy
not one single solitary touch
no word nor crutch
no law
no bane
tin trinket left to be washed
in rubber tires
and high water
scratch for another rain to wash away
woodpecked burnt in a cartoon fire
banging the pure yellow birch left tears
ha ha ha ha ha.
The Hunter
The hunter at zenith position
rearrangment of alpha condition
the sword shines bright this night
secret ephemeral admirers
favoritism and hidden punishment
a small kiss enflaming desire
then gone to weep crying in the night
tearing arrows from heart again
in this month the hunter shows face
keeping tabs imagination wild after her
voracious beyond measure
wishing to fill the chasm she left
Orion chases lunacy wounded heart crys
in nights of lust he tells her so
only he'll try
harder to break code
falling back to conformity
the clock bought at auction clicks
out of sync with tears dripping in kitchen sinks
the faucet needs a new washer
give me more triplet breaths
cannot take much more of this
heard his laugh tonight
the wolf prowls the borders
which sheep's heart will he feast
no need even for physical touch
these triplets these duplicates
watered down for common eyes
secret esoteric wild eyes
the pack is busy finding cologne for to cure Alpha's breath
he is overhead
meat season
stored bread
hope he doesn't drop the sword
falling from heaven so high.
rearrangment of alpha condition
the sword shines bright this night
secret ephemeral admirers
favoritism and hidden punishment
a small kiss enflaming desire
then gone to weep crying in the night
tearing arrows from heart again
in this month the hunter shows face
keeping tabs imagination wild after her
voracious beyond measure
wishing to fill the chasm she left
Orion chases lunacy wounded heart crys
in nights of lust he tells her so
only he'll try
harder to break code
falling back to conformity
the clock bought at auction clicks
out of sync with tears dripping in kitchen sinks
the faucet needs a new washer
give me more triplet breaths
cannot take much more of this
heard his laugh tonight
the wolf prowls the borders
which sheep's heart will he feast
no need even for physical touch
these triplets these duplicates
watered down for common eyes
secret esoteric wild eyes
the pack is busy finding cologne for to cure Alpha's breath
he is overhead
meat season
stored bread
hope he doesn't drop the sword
falling from heaven so high.
Horseless Flying Dinosaurs Compressed for Superman's Diamond Ring Pop Top Can: Hold Her
The wings of the locusts
sound eerily like rubber on the road
and the fields they consume
are black gold
Armored horses for battle
smiling grating teeth
dressed up like women
shiny sparkling vests
Abandon
harm nothing green
and weeds grow back
quicker than man made chemicals
with triple letters making simpler
doctorates applaude
afflicted and noble
no hemlock
no tree
no kryptonite
Only nusery rhymes
in stead of a really thick book
with really thin pages:
I am the Butcher
I am the Baker
I am the Candlestick Maker.
crucifix breaker
flown away tempter
keeper of keys
look at the smoke stacks
reving engines in the streets
howling abyss souls tortured over and under pass
slaves crys revealed
hollow terror in empty cargo
heart of man machine
smile on the cusp of something
Wonderful.
sound eerily like rubber on the road
and the fields they consume
are black gold
Armored horses for battle
smiling grating teeth
dressed up like women
shiny sparkling vests
Abandon
harm nothing green
and weeds grow back
quicker than man made chemicals
with triple letters making simpler
doctorates applaude
afflicted and noble
no hemlock
no tree
no kryptonite
Only nusery rhymes
in stead of a really thick book
with really thin pages:
I am the Butcher
I am the Baker
I am the Candlestick Maker.
crucifix breaker
flown away tempter
keeper of keys
look at the smoke stacks
reving engines in the streets
howling abyss souls tortured over and under pass
slaves crys revealed
hollow terror in empty cargo
heart of man machine
smile on the cusp of something
Wonderful.
Friday, September 18, 2009
This Chain (Lyrical version)
This chain anchors me
to the ground
this heavy thing attached to me
but I am not about to leave
I pull I tug I egnore
somebody tell me when this master
gonna cut
this chain
free.
to the ground
this heavy thing attached to me
but I am not about to leave
I pull I tug I egnore
somebody tell me when this master
gonna cut
this chain
free.
This Chain (Written: October 21, 1999)
This chain anchors me
to the ground
this heavy thing attached
to one end
is what keeps me here
I'm free to move about
but I'm not about to leave
pull and tug
egnore
where is the master that will
cut this chain free?
If he has any compassion
he will allow me to
go free
while I'm still anchored to the ground
to the ground
this heavy thing attached
to one end
is what keeps me here
I'm free to move about
but I'm not about to leave
pull and tug
egnore
where is the master that will
cut this chain free?
If he has any compassion
he will allow me to
go free
while I'm still anchored to the ground
The Temple (Written November 2008)
There are no guardians
of the temple pure
it cannot be defiled
it cannot be plundered
entered?
A man of lawlessness
a man of riches
dare not go near
because of the ugliness
and the ruin that appears
at the very thought of it.
Covered in trees
roots hold its ceilings up
and the surplus water
enters through cracks above
like fountains providing sustenance
to the fools within.
The trees are crooked and twisted
The ceiling arched like heaven
(the dwelling place of Orion)
The rain acidic in its simplicity
And the cracks strengthen its solidness
so only fools see home here.
There are no guardians
because the priests roam
and those not seeking them
cannot make them out
cannot call them out
even in morning reflections
prepared for the day.
And those seeking them
destroy innocence to get to them
because at the center there is only one.
And the guardians say:
“Thou shall not enter!”
And they don’t.
And even the King says you cannot enter
but his offspring do
because blessed are their hearts.
of the temple pure
it cannot be defiled
it cannot be plundered
entered?
A man of lawlessness
a man of riches
dare not go near
because of the ugliness
and the ruin that appears
at the very thought of it.
Covered in trees
roots hold its ceilings up
and the surplus water
enters through cracks above
like fountains providing sustenance
to the fools within.
The trees are crooked and twisted
The ceiling arched like heaven
(the dwelling place of Orion)
The rain acidic in its simplicity
And the cracks strengthen its solidness
so only fools see home here.
There are no guardians
because the priests roam
and those not seeking them
cannot make them out
cannot call them out
even in morning reflections
prepared for the day.
And those seeking them
destroy innocence to get to them
because at the center there is only one.
And the guardians say:
“Thou shall not enter!”
And they don’t.
And even the King says you cannot enter
but his offspring do
because blessed are their hearts.
Unannounced Visit- at least very short notice- {(Prophecy Written: June 14, 2000) titled presently}
The clock ticks in the artificial
world of man's mind
you prove to me beyond this you see
and we will talk again in time
world of man's mind
you prove to me beyond this you see
and we will talk again in time
Ignition (Written: June 6, 1991)
I felt the heat go through my skin
Into me, Into my mind, Into my heart
direct hit, with no aim
no aim to please at all
no effort to change, no attempt to try
but the goal was achieved.
Placed inside with the speed of light
implanted to grow, hopefully, forever
Hopefully soon
that will not happen again
because the 1st is over
but some more confrontation
look satisfying to me.
Into me, Into my mind, Into my heart
direct hit, with no aim
no aim to please at all
no effort to change, no attempt to try
but the goal was achieved.
Placed inside with the speed of light
implanted to grow, hopefully, forever
Hopefully soon
that will not happen again
because the 1st is over
but some more confrontation
look satisfying to me.
Forgotten Friday
Papers left in ink
dusty time covers over
opened one last time by windy
paradasical lingering washing fossils forming
some new idea
in old written things
dusty time covers over
opened one last time by windy
paradasical lingering washing fossils forming
some new idea
in old written things
Monday, September 14, 2009
Unable to Do Business Here
Hard stun chin blow
heel hand flat nose
take down giant
solid center skull
send horde running
one stone.
New moves dancing
city of dead
beautiful art
danger-self-defense
anger protects
selecting kin
no givsies backsies
madhatter
that seeing beaking
starving
Ronald is an evil clown
and the children
go on dancing
who will shepard them?
Triple combo
less than three seconds
Goliath dead
crowd cheering for more info!
heel hand flat nose
take down giant
solid center skull
send horde running
one stone.
New moves dancing
city of dead
beautiful art
danger-self-defense
anger protects
selecting kin
no givsies backsies
madhatter
that seeing beaking
starving
Ronald is an evil clown
and the children
go on dancing
who will shepard them?
Triple combo
less than three seconds
Goliath dead
crowd cheering for more info!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Dry Deals
We survive
in desert draining life
sun beats down
empty cup
dig search
own urine
conserve sweat
weather beaten
someone comes
with fresh spring water
or power in wisdom
finds a source
self
we survive
and we pass
when time is right
in desert draining life
sun beats down
empty cup
dig search
own urine
conserve sweat
weather beaten
someone comes
with fresh spring water
or power in wisdom
finds a source
self
we survive
and we pass
when time is right
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Who Are You?
I am not the worm
I am not the corpse
I am the false dream
that occured to the worm
in dissappointment
of the bad taste of God's reality
and lingered on after the fact
to be the cause of the badness
humanity
welcome to the gate
enter through me
Wonder of Wonders
I am not the corpse
I am the false dream
that occured to the worm
in dissappointment
of the bad taste of God's reality
and lingered on after the fact
to be the cause of the badness
humanity
welcome to the gate
enter through me
Wonder of Wonders
Level Skipper
No wheels
two wheels
four wheels
two feet
10 fingers
pick choose
one man-one woman
till the end
fantasy complete
fuck up
forgive
pull up a seat
daughter of Jah
if you must
two wheels
four wheels
two feet
10 fingers
pick choose
one man-one woman
till the end
fantasy complete
fuck up
forgive
pull up a seat
daughter of Jah
if you must
Boom Last Shot from Dream
Tiny trinkets
easily hidden
immediatley after battle
the foot soldiers horde
for themselves
from tryrannical eyes
to repay themselves
for having unpatriotic
dreams of overthrowing the government
that they are too weak to carryout
now smile
cheer and be polite
political animal
accept your goods
your fate
day to day
join the spoil of Kings
and now and then
remember the tiny precious ring
you hold in your bowels
you cannot remove.
easily hidden
immediatley after battle
the foot soldiers horde
for themselves
from tryrannical eyes
to repay themselves
for having unpatriotic
dreams of overthrowing the government
that they are too weak to carryout
now smile
cheer and be polite
political animal
accept your goods
your fate
day to day
join the spoil of Kings
and now and then
remember the tiny precious ring
you hold in your bowels
you cannot remove.
I Am
I Am not who I say
I Am not who I Am
I Am not what I want
I Am not what I do
I Am that I Am
only a baby father
I Am not who I Am
I Am not what I want
I Am not what I do
I Am that I Am
only a baby father
Chapter a Day
Halatosis
floss
Halt disease
stop your sneeze
selah
say what?
Name the dark black book collected dust
Bright Morning Star
never gets to dawn
like Moses
looking on
the appendages of the sea creature
church yard's words come to pass
on youth writing
not a snail
or printers pace
but like unheard of light
the widow charges its prey
caught in its web
floss
Halt disease
stop your sneeze
selah
say what?
Name the dark black book collected dust
Bright Morning Star
never gets to dawn
like Moses
looking on
the appendages of the sea creature
church yard's words come to pass
on youth writing
not a snail
or printers pace
but like unheard of light
the widow charges its prey
caught in its web
Lazy Words
Impulse
unliving undead unread
worming
inspired
get through this
get out of this genius
if you can
no matter
android measure:
138
sub-par
unliving undead unread
worming
inspired
get through this
get out of this genius
if you can
no matter
android measure:
138
sub-par
12 Garlic Poems to Stop Kavorca
If I were to write
12 poems a day
statistically
corresponding biological chance
all my thoughts
just about everything
would be conveyed
to the next generation
still
they must take root
you forgot one gene
to hell with him
cloven ugly worm burn
12 poems a day
statistically
corresponding biological chance
all my thoughts
just about everything
would be conveyed
to the next generation
still
they must take root
you forgot one gene
to hell with him
cloven ugly worm burn
Manic Poet by Highest Command
Baredown give birth
lying onside down Jerusalem
wanting new bride
husband that works
Earth bears fruits
mind magic circling
giving drivel
by bucketloads simple
thundering rain
could care less
figures
of speech misinterpret
meaning the same
now give it
want focus
emotion
move on
bear down
shut down
give birth
lying onside down Jerusalem
wanting new bride
husband that works
Earth bears fruits
mind magic circling
giving drivel
by bucketloads simple
thundering rain
could care less
figures
of speech misinterpret
meaning the same
now give it
want focus
emotion
move on
bear down
shut down
give birth
So Said the Toothless Cheshire Grin
Now if I
were to restrain
inside my little brain
all this rhythm and poetry
death yesterday
nothing today
And if I
were to quietly fight
with might polite
risen above mediocrity
little pay
nothing today
So if I
were to wish and wish
not to jealously fight
over pure inequality
every day
little to say
Let it RIP
Live tonight
cause tomorrow
lover with almight
were to restrain
inside my little brain
all this rhythm and poetry
death yesterday
nothing today
And if I
were to quietly fight
with might polite
risen above mediocrity
little pay
nothing today
So if I
were to wish and wish
not to jealously fight
over pure inequality
every day
little to say
Let it RIP
Live tonight
cause tomorrow
lover with almight
A Bad Poem
Male find new land
female come
lover out the window chat
where are you romeo?
children to feed
liar
come again if can
drugged
female come
lover out the window chat
where are you romeo?
children to feed
liar
come again if can
drugged
Make Love, Not War: a cute couple
Eggroot
Vine flagellant half cell warriors
burst forth into ocean
double d day
single solitary sun
battle begun
red blood grows
in shadows working
pounding
slipping through the cracks
barely read
sweet esoteric saftey
just imagery
imagining how to fully
fill my love
with less stress
triple crown
race that horse
flagellate di$course
no mind T0 greed in gambling
fulfilling prophecy
whilwind connection
entangled
protection
cut the chord and the passage to the eggroot
be masculine vine simple inject jealous pleasure
emote after taste
small price to pay
Vine flagellant half cell warriors
burst forth into ocean
double d day
single solitary sun
battle begun
red blood grows
in shadows working
pounding
slipping through the cracks
barely read
sweet esoteric saftey
just imagery
imagining how to fully
fill my love
with less stress
triple crown
race that horse
flagellate di$course
no mind T0 greed in gambling
fulfilling prophecy
whilwind connection
entangled
protection
cut the chord and the passage to the eggroot
be masculine vine simple inject jealous pleasure
emote after taste
small price to pay
Mild Galactic Collision
The fever lasted for hours
and dawn came
its reality is beautiful
for such lofty goals
noble in false fantasy
teasing at depth
thrown folder paperless
returned bullied off grounds
native speaking restraining dread
foreign language
get off my property
but thanks for attention
oh-- clean cut
not given the time of day
to take down future generations
who wants to be a millionaire?
harbor scar in heart
noble goal-like hypocrisy
and dawn came
its reality is beautiful
for such lofty goals
noble in false fantasy
teasing at depth
thrown folder paperless
returned bullied off grounds
native speaking restraining dread
foreign language
get off my property
but thanks for attention
oh-- clean cut
not given the time of day
to take down future generations
who wants to be a millionaire?
harbor scar in heart
noble goal-like hypocrisy
Friday, September 11, 2009
Sell {07/05/1991}
Yell into this, it's free
make it well known
give it to ALL
make yourself it
yell louder if it
makes too much noise
it can only get better
for yourself and, well
but mostly for US.
make it well known
give it to ALL
make yourself it
yell louder if it
makes too much noise
it can only get better
for yourself and, well
but mostly for US.
(written 7/11/2000)
a haircut
leaving behind
caught in a rut
cyclic mind
never want to stay
falls to the floor
and blows away
pay-walk out the door
leaving behind
caught in a rut
cyclic mind
never want to stay
falls to the floor
and blows away
pay-walk out the door
Evoked by the Returning to Cars after the Wild Sight with Plants and Animals Watching (written 7/10/2009)
So as a crowd
we lumbering
back up to lot
pick and choose our sides
coincidentally only guided by familiarity
and the hot speedy
black water pleasantly scorches bare feet
as it slowly
and unrecognizably molten
inches its way with gravity
back down the mountain in heat
And the solitary man
with pictures in hand
holds them looking and smiling
while lost spiraling above in pity rolling
holy hearts only believed in dreams
and second hand echoes
say it to he unsure of the calling
because struggling
while slow dancing
with the water nymph
he harrows false heroes
and watches the reflection crying
trying to squeeze out salty resolution
and this painting
this image recollecting
is in some sequence unforgetting
the time or temperature of day
but sun was up and clear in sight
wording wisdom in silly questions of eternity
and quelling a dire need
for musing a quilling seed
scattered out the falling
of the tempests breed
that surely and necessarily believed
may still soon come
but stayed with phenomenal restraint
aided by a simple switch and anti-psychotic drugs
we lumbering
back up to lot
pick and choose our sides
coincidentally only guided by familiarity
and the hot speedy
black water pleasantly scorches bare feet
as it slowly
and unrecognizably molten
inches its way with gravity
back down the mountain in heat
And the solitary man
with pictures in hand
holds them looking and smiling
while lost spiraling above in pity rolling
holy hearts only believed in dreams
and second hand echoes
say it to he unsure of the calling
because struggling
while slow dancing
with the water nymph
he harrows false heroes
and watches the reflection crying
trying to squeeze out salty resolution
and this painting
this image recollecting
is in some sequence unforgetting
the time or temperature of day
but sun was up and clear in sight
wording wisdom in silly questions of eternity
and quelling a dire need
for musing a quilling seed
scattered out the falling
of the tempests breed
that surely and necessarily believed
may still soon come
but stayed with phenomenal restraint
aided by a simple switch and anti-psychotic drugs
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Irresistable Quotation from a Human Critic
"What is a poet?
"An unhappy man who in
his heart harbors
a deep anguish,
but whose lips are so fashioned
that the moans and cries
which pass over them
are transformed
into ravishing music.
"His fate
is like
that of the unfortunate victims
whom the tyrant Phalatis imprisoned
in a brazen bull,
and slowly tortured
over a steady fire;
their cries
could not reach the tyrant's ears
so as to strike terror into his heart;
when
they reached
his ears they sounded like sweet music.
"And men crowd about the poet
and say to him,
'Sing for us soon again'--
which is as much as to say,
'May new sufferings
torment your soul,
but may your lips
be fashioned as before;
for
the cries
would only distress us,
but the music,
the music is delightful.'
"And the critics
come forward and say,
'That is perfectly done--
just as it should be,
according to the rules of aesthetics.'
"Now
it is understood
that a critic resembles a poet
to a hair;
he only lacks
the anguish
in his heart
and the music upon his lips.
"I tell you,
I would rather
be a swineherd,
understood by the swine,
than a poet misunderstood by men."
from: Either/Or by Soren Kierkegaard
Translation: David F. Swenson and Lillian Marvin Swenson
line breaks: I
"An unhappy man who in
his heart harbors
a deep anguish,
but whose lips are so fashioned
that the moans and cries
which pass over them
are transformed
into ravishing music.
"His fate
is like
that of the unfortunate victims
whom the tyrant Phalatis imprisoned
in a brazen bull,
and slowly tortured
over a steady fire;
their cries
could not reach the tyrant's ears
so as to strike terror into his heart;
when
they reached
his ears they sounded like sweet music.
"And men crowd about the poet
and say to him,
'Sing for us soon again'--
which is as much as to say,
'May new sufferings
torment your soul,
but may your lips
be fashioned as before;
for
the cries
would only distress us,
but the music,
the music is delightful.'
"And the critics
come forward and say,
'That is perfectly done--
just as it should be,
according to the rules of aesthetics.'
"Now
it is understood
that a critic resembles a poet
to a hair;
he only lacks
the anguish
in his heart
and the music upon his lips.
"I tell you,
I would rather
be a swineherd,
understood by the swine,
than a poet misunderstood by men."
from: Either/Or by Soren Kierkegaard
Translation: David F. Swenson and Lillian Marvin Swenson
line breaks: I
Power Outage at Place of Employment
Hey!
what do we do now?
we wait
punch out
Business furniure
a card
in a house of cards
how fragile
how beautiful
on backs of receipts
taped down ever so steep
diagonal shape
no monitor
hurry get power
no mind my heart deep
swimming is hard
if you only could see
the shepherd
eyes and contact
lesser the electric tension
some kind of bond
stand by . . .
be with you momentarilly
what do we do now?
we wait
punch out
Business furniure
a card
in a house of cards
how fragile
how beautiful
on backs of receipts
taped down ever so steep
diagonal shape
no monitor
hurry get power
no mind my heart deep
swimming is hard
if you only could see
the shepherd
eyes and contact
lesser the electric tension
some kind of bond
stand by . . .
be with you momentarilly
Helping Homeless is a Riddle
Still frame painting
Queen holding apple
mouth filled serpent
Ba Humbug Rock
Roll holy ledger
reveal under class
show identification
move along
Emaciated
emancipated
just five will do
meet me at the banks
of the beautiful river
we will discuss matter
and the man
whose land
lorded over
is a bull's ass
say's God is dead
as repeated like a puppet
a performance to fight
a song hut three four
lost fingers in the fight
Shell Shock
Sammy dead!
tobacco cough
soldiers no credit
after use thrown to dogs
posted Woodstock
Snoopy's bone homeless
liberty island held the sign long ago
forced labor build roads
win da war
then come home
Tell plans
working together
political signs
meetings stood up
smile on the move
sip the cup
find saftey
till next day
and for to spend so much as to drink
macintosh open house shot for a dollar
while cooked worms bound on sidewalks fill
an acrid stomach chuck full of alcohol
with charm
skill devoted wide eye
paint this fence
sleep in class
defend myself my cheeks are bruised
no man hides
weaning off
sending off
plan?
rolling papers, tobacco, peanuts, and pumkin seeds
make the journey less bumpy
choice in trust
man must
again stood up
by the vagabond
for saftey
swinging jo
in silence clicking heels
salt the shoe
chew
Queen holding apple
mouth filled serpent
Ba Humbug Rock
Roll holy ledger
reveal under class
show identification
move along
Emaciated
emancipated
just five will do
meet me at the banks
of the beautiful river
we will discuss matter
and the man
whose land
lorded over
is a bull's ass
say's God is dead
as repeated like a puppet
a performance to fight
a song hut three four
lost fingers in the fight
Shell Shock
Sammy dead!
tobacco cough
soldiers no credit
after use thrown to dogs
posted Woodstock
Snoopy's bone homeless
liberty island held the sign long ago
forced labor build roads
win da war
then come home
Tell plans
working together
political signs
meetings stood up
smile on the move
sip the cup
find saftey
till next day
and for to spend so much as to drink
macintosh open house shot for a dollar
while cooked worms bound on sidewalks fill
an acrid stomach chuck full of alcohol
with charm
skill devoted wide eye
paint this fence
sleep in class
defend myself my cheeks are bruised
no man hides
weaning off
sending off
plan?
rolling papers, tobacco, peanuts, and pumkin seeds
make the journey less bumpy
choice in trust
man must
again stood up
by the vagabond
for saftey
swinging jo
in silence clicking heels
salt the shoe
chew
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Shephard in Darkness
Eye justiceServe
fly over nest
RESIST!
never bind nor bound
never cease fearless roar.
Dread in moonlight
Pallid at sunrise
can you see hear feel
dance kool
BOO!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Walls and Falls
Look close you can seeTom Sawyer dancing
what a rush
Mt. Ida Community
2009
Revolution Soldier
buried
for I
and only I
Barefoot green import glass
a footstool for ATF trinity vice
candles in caves
mill stone verses
beauty rome
halls
artificial walls
fall.
Drastic Altitude Change Keepsake
Quick shot high
syrup dandy lion
ears bleed
so it feels
this is your brain
in a plane
during drastic
altitude change
bends
plastic
bubbles
souvenir
survivor
terror
era
take off your shoes
your home
worth
five hundredth of a dollar
Conjectured Life of a Sink
Now how in hell did that get here?
Maybe it fell from the sky
Or it was Jack and Jill's pale ha ha
Stop bein' silly boy
no its got a hole in it
and it ain't no meteor
besides it's lead- no?
Well
covered over in porcelain paint
I'll bet it's been through 'lot
look here just recently dropped
mighty old
hey-- you think it could turn a tidy profit?
hell no
not that old anyway
who'd want that old thing?
its stain'd.
Lightning struck
the cowboys scatter
down descends an Angel
with minstrels attached:
Let me say a somethin'
'bout the dirty old sink
a trinket linking David
and Bathsheba of sorts
the beginning and the end
factory sealed
mom and pop style
pushed it out
installed monkey style
next to a throne
yeah baby
my home
my home
(harp solo)
don't you consider
all nasty critters
who once run alive in that thing
maybe one day roots through those holes
flowers bold
yeah, yeah, yeah
hence from now forth
makin' and breakin' hearts
as said once before
all the same when its over
oh yeah, yeah
and now a word from the King:
(drum solo)
Thou holliest
inner chamber
atoms spinning
what had this refered to
lost in the kitchen
wrong its the bath
where little children wash their feet
and tears banished
in work ethic lost Earth in grief
paint thinners
battery acids
and all unthinkable sinful body fluids
sold
solid gold priceless artifact can't you see?
yeah, yeah, yeah
so home we go
Crown broken
and tumblin' after
raising dead singers
Minstrels
shaman men from nights grounded
wandering the ancient Earth
see yellow pretty pictures
with the emancipator hidden within
and holy twelve hovering her head
she gently holds the serpents head
so he bites no more
The Holy Tree
Old Yeller
Framed Pinned
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... Oh yeah!
and someone speeding around the corner
only think they saw
Kool Aid's ass
rising back to heaven in delusion
must have been something they ate
maybe marinated mushrooms
and a seed falls forevermore
into the black hole
of the old dirty sink
Maybe it fell from the sky
Or it was Jack and Jill's pale ha ha
Stop bein' silly boy
no its got a hole in it
and it ain't no meteor
besides it's lead- no?
Well
covered over in porcelain paint
I'll bet it's been through 'lot
look here just recently dropped
mighty old
hey-- you think it could turn a tidy profit?
hell no
not that old anyway
who'd want that old thing?
its stain'd.
Lightning struck
the cowboys scatter
down descends an Angel
with minstrels attached:
Let me say a somethin'
'bout the dirty old sink
a trinket linking David
and Bathsheba of sorts
the beginning and the end
factory sealed
mom and pop style
pushed it out
installed monkey style
next to a throne
yeah baby
my home
my home
(harp solo)
don't you consider
all nasty critters
who once run alive in that thing
maybe one day roots through those holes
flowers bold
yeah, yeah, yeah
hence from now forth
makin' and breakin' hearts
as said once before
all the same when its over
oh yeah, yeah
and now a word from the King:
(drum solo)
Thou holliest
inner chamber
atoms spinning
what had this refered to
lost in the kitchen
wrong its the bath
where little children wash their feet
and tears banished
in work ethic lost Earth in grief
paint thinners
battery acids
and all unthinkable sinful body fluids
sold
solid gold priceless artifact can't you see?
yeah, yeah, yeah
so home we go
Crown broken
and tumblin' after
raising dead singers
Minstrels
shaman men from nights grounded
wandering the ancient Earth
see yellow pretty pictures
with the emancipator hidden within
and holy twelve hovering her head
she gently holds the serpents head
so he bites no more
The Holy Tree
Old Yeller
Framed Pinned
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... Oh yeah!
and someone speeding around the corner
only think they saw
Kool Aid's ass
rising back to heaven in delusion
must have been something they ate
maybe marinated mushrooms
and a seed falls forevermore
into the black hole
of the old dirty sink
Hay Rides
roller coaster
boot camp
smile for photo
wear the smile proud
hear the silent sound
all suspects line up close
who might not come
may never leave
work to do
lambs to feed
dark shepard
decieves
sheep in wolf clothing
eaten alive
wolves aren't so bad
just ask the stork
or the serpent
at large
puff
like a gust of smoke
spiralling toward the stars
return to cave
till' yuppie hipster Jack
grows down back into his beard
gets head overfilled Paper work
smile from ear to ear
fall and winter are coming
just keep from
the sleepy dust
for mountains rest in peace
DAWN!
and what was the glimmer I saw before?
just
a wink
twinkle version of A to Z
and a bundle of mail unopened
jig-saw puzzle on a bumpy hay ride?
will she kiss me?
and running after her
he says unsure
Miss? Miss?
you dropped a piece
boot camp
smile for photo
wear the smile proud
hear the silent sound
all suspects line up close
who might not come
may never leave
work to do
lambs to feed
dark shepard
decieves
sheep in wolf clothing
eaten alive
wolves aren't so bad
just ask the stork
or the serpent
at large
puff
like a gust of smoke
spiralling toward the stars
return to cave
till' yuppie hipster Jack
grows down back into his beard
gets head overfilled Paper work
smile from ear to ear
fall and winter are coming
just keep from
the sleepy dust
for mountains rest in peace
DAWN!
and what was the glimmer I saw before?
just
a wink
twinkle version of A to Z
and a bundle of mail unopened
jig-saw puzzle on a bumpy hay ride?
will she kiss me?
and running after her
he says unsure
Miss? Miss?
you dropped a piece
Good Mood Poem
A falling is a balance
beyond yourself
bruised heel
odd weeks in distance
still heals
aches
A bowing is a fearing
shrouded in
bandages, blood
and a blue moonlit sky
a banner of stars
over rusted spangled horses
feeding posted signs
and sun bleached no parking fees
feed me my Father
I'm free!
What year were you born Son?
I say you
on my knees whimpering
yes my Father
Nineteen Seven...
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!
YOU WERE BORN IN ZION!!!!!!!
NOW GET UP
OFF YOUR GOD FORSAKEN KNEES!
I ask again
when were you born son?
NINTEEN SEVENTY THREE !
THE BIRTH OF ZION!!!!!!
it's alive!!!
she screams
look out for the 10,000
year old tree!
rock goodbye baby
civilization call -- rent space
fibers as they fall
in black and white
now LCD HD
January cries
AH HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Waiting Room
One Love/One People
National Acrobat
never mind that now
never mind that now
carrot goggle white lab coat
wabbit- where's the gloves
Naaaaaaaa!!!!!!
What's Up Doc!
I am the Mighty King
the first to see
the last to leave
clap to my rhythm
see
I know the first
see you in the end
never fade
double helix
mirrors
prime mate face meet
family
beyond yourself
bruised heel
odd weeks in distance
still heals
aches
A bowing is a fearing
shrouded in
bandages, blood
and a blue moonlit sky
a banner of stars
over rusted spangled horses
feeding posted signs
and sun bleached no parking fees
feed me my Father
I'm free!
What year were you born Son?
I say you
on my knees whimpering
yes my Father
Nineteen Seven...
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!
YOU WERE BORN IN ZION!!!!!!!
NOW GET UP
OFF YOUR GOD FORSAKEN KNEES!
I ask again
when were you born son?
NINTEEN SEVENTY THREE !
THE BIRTH OF ZION!!!!!!
it's alive!!!
she screams
look out for the 10,000
year old tree!
rock goodbye baby
civilization call -- rent space
fibers as they fall
in black and white
now LCD HD
January cries
AH HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Waiting Room
One Love/One People
National Acrobat
never mind that now
never mind that now
carrot goggle white lab coat
wabbit- where's the gloves
Naaaaaaaa!!!!!!
What's Up Doc!
I am the Mighty King
the first to see
the last to leave
clap to my rhythm
see
I know the first
see you in the end
never fade
double helix
mirrors
prime mate face meet
family
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Balancing Equation for Everything
Integration
Land and Sea
Light and Dark
like a mythical tree herder
the angel speaks:
Hold Back No Longer
desire unfound
unfulfilled wishes
grating lusts
satiate
death is no pain
and life copes
I never die a
clown
knock knock
joke my precious
integrate
War and Greed
Love and Lust
the battle of volcano
of asteroid
of quasar dust
nuclear clear
typical star
reaction till it's over
wild world
can you spare a tooth
the hole will fill in
and the bruise fades
even sacred memories
inject like junkie
eyes roll back dead
alive.
Land and Sea
Light and Dark
like a mythical tree herder
the angel speaks:
Hold Back No Longer
desire unfound
unfulfilled wishes
grating lusts
satiate
death is no pain
and life copes
I never die a
clown
knock knock
joke my precious
integrate
War and Greed
Love and Lust
the battle of volcano
of asteroid
of quasar dust
nuclear clear
typical star
reaction till it's over
wild world
can you spare a tooth
the hole will fill in
and the bruise fades
even sacred memories
inject like junkie
eyes roll back dead
alive.
Ironic Dread of Deadlines
To cross the threshold untold
in times of satiated pain
choices and selves unavoidable
share responsibilities to cope
take hold of all the souls we love
Change as weather
rocks slowly strip away
heart of stone harder
radical temperature change
shattered in rising and setting of the sun
solution elusive
history romanticised
invasive political species
telling stories relaying
truths that look different
each time perceived
trodden down
get out of bed
love the ones chosen
to travel in caravan
and take a rest
down by the shore
a little breath
until joining the family
once more
hit the road
fulfill deadlines
and uncover the truth
the dread of life present
and worn
weathered for all of time
until the end of time.
in times of satiated pain
choices and selves unavoidable
share responsibilities to cope
take hold of all the souls we love
Change as weather
rocks slowly strip away
heart of stone harder
radical temperature change
shattered in rising and setting of the sun
solution elusive
history romanticised
invasive political species
telling stories relaying
truths that look different
each time perceived
trodden down
get out of bed
love the ones chosen
to travel in caravan
and take a rest
down by the shore
a little breath
until joining the family
once more
hit the road
fulfill deadlines
and uncover the truth
the dread of life present
and worn
weathered for all of time
until the end of time.
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