A Stark Cold Hotel Room

There is a melted hole in my pack
from a fire one day
and I blamed
but denied
fault

so sweet
I'll sew this hole
to keep the rain out
but the one in my heart
is a voracious singularity devouring everything

even healed as much as I'd hoped
and the blame is the same
so sweet
so smart
any other way there would be no plumes
on either end to view
so no blame falls
on edge of horizon
dancing
barefoot
the heal of heals
and in the midst of overwhelming happines
the predator strikes
come back to life
death at the falls
and one gone over

Punched the heart
now beat forevermore.

The Next I Must Meet

After so many years
the dreams are still real
a curse with what I feel
my love wounds never heal
my scent would bring you down
and you'd laugh at how I clown
and you'd scream
I mean

you'd come when I call
but your power holds me
they are everywhere
I'd love them all

and in bed
I say you said
our lips would die a cause
entangled forevermore
any lid my eyes see through
red yellow and blue
is it wrong
how much I miss you?

Am I sick for still holding on
to every love passed through my door
my heart can barely take this much
and I invite more to come
one by one they are ripped away
maybe someday
someday

roll the dice in the hay
my back is tight
succumb to my scent
love

this dream cannot be spoken
written this is proof enough
my love you will always be
yes you
and you too

this is so corney
but this dream never fades
I will love you all forever
so this I must bare
cause ownership
you all find unworthy of me
and alone I sit
so wonderful and sweet
here comes the next I must meet.

Hungry to Swallow Death

Beware of the Mountain Lion
fear the Wolf
There are more packs of cigarettes
more pride in politics
spirits of the wild slaughtered
are strong in profits of cattle
the sheep are safe
Earth's balance is great
and Heaven's vengence Irate.

The Reject

He says: Come!
and spend time with me
they treat me like a reject
like a mystery
some stuffy old jealous meanie


He says: Come!
and spend time with me
sing timmy
I'm lonely.


I says: ain't no mystery
need and practice spirituality
sing to me maker of chords
think with me maker of myths
find joy in vehemency
see what I made formality
be vanity.


He says: Come!
spend time with me
they don't believe in me.


I says: so it was made me
I spend time with me
no reject
no formality
make it be for every me.


He says: so it be
But I am first
and I am last
Come! spend time with me.


We will make the wonder of dreams be.

Bad Poetry

Fallen trees
turn trunks to roots
and branches to trunks
and when they die
there is more life
in the rot
than in the living tree
and this is bad poetry.

Explaination of Difficulty

Real or Fantasy?
which was left to me

Irony of Modesty

Modesty manicured clean
lies dank in a stupor,
while true life grows weary of wary
and is hidden and super.

The Living World

Why should we poke our heads out?
Why should we cry?

for power and resources
for struggle and survival

Why should contentment laugh silently
at ambition and waste?

each time confined to unconscious reactions
when it matters instinct takes hold

Why should we stumble over judgement?
Why should we follow their lead?

such an infinite place
why stay in culture
when only one life?
________________________

Jealousy

For this verse I was researching
when that day the darkside turning
so I budded off a beast
that I hunt now in eddies swirling
time of day
dreams dileberate
and when the kill that we will feast
from the callouses I was earning
a hate so great sublimating
pray
say I am just now learning
that beast is not returning
and forever will I strive
to kill it before it dies.

Mixed Water Waves Tangent

Extended past the fountain
only in reflection
rusted

step past
pace and view
heated water gushing

mountain to maintain
thigh bursts
cramp

bare feet walking
gold golfer
boy

heat humid past
ghast ghost white
dance thunder
brimstone fire

dire 
need quenches
and comes pure again and
aging simple.

The Disinformed Cliche Of Gaining The World And Losing Your Soul

See
half of I reflected
an unknown whole divorced
unrooted

Whether it be god
the spirit world
the ideal
the good
the unconscious . . .

half of I reflected
umbilically bound
I jump to fly
sound in mind
the choice.

Without the mirror
I am as grass
mowed in mindless haste
and blown away
nothing.

But half of I reflected
whole soul
world dead
I chose
and trod through thick grass
in pleasure.

Venus Rising

She sat washing something in the creek
unknown to me dusk raised
with a filling moon
last days of the Evening Star.

She spoke not a word
her smile periodically
looked at me
I wept.

She waited for me to choose
to be on our way
unknown to us this dusk
'till November moves.

She really wasn't there
like in a flood the water gushing through
the hole in the tree near where I sat
Morning Star rises.

I wept for her there
because she washes the unknown
this project I project
a narrative of home.

Comfort
in plain sight
side by side
bound in our horizons
two as one
with no formal vindication
from outside forces
judgements
trust is a joke.

She washes
in water
from creek
I weep
in joy
at home.

Earth

Hundreds of hot springs
due fill the valley
and quakes snake the river forming
in the absence of wings
a King's cave comes thrusting
where he'll hide his jewels
that secrecy horded

Time turns over
this land now pumping
it mixes like blood
sliding as roots gently attempt
to puncture sand like skin
that glisten like glass
in the heat of the rising sun

Winds trickle down
the shafts of arrows flying
from consciousnesess rising
entering again a war
everlasting

The foot impress
from species ephemeral dancing
trying to sense erotic pinnacle
battle standing at end
again and again
tastes the salty river
for the vision to entangle
nuclear molecules
on boards of black sin
only the finest
spread abroad

And this red
sheds deep
to co-create
ancestor's wish
Children.

The Evening Meal

There is a line of reasoning that liberates hate,
and in feeling this just vengance love it creates:
to never fade away
and return to restraint
that is this calm enlightenment;
this healing
and waits
saying:
of this bliss just a taste.

Sap

As I pedal
these petals drift slowly out of range
ring my bell
so they get out of my way
and these streamers
flapping in the wind
like a plume
a battery of questions
shaking down soul
simply annoying.

Earth Air Water Fire
Rock Paper Scissors
Chicken.

More and Less
More or Less
pick one
and get on.

Tears on bark
a fallen tree
grubs inside exist
for me to eat
being calm
being free
burrow.

Listen to water trickle
palms tickle
offered.

Self control
light switch
pain on coals
rods and cones
and popped tires
so I ring the bell
cause my horn is in the shop
and I pedal home
living for another day.

Unavoid

Understanding
I cross this bridge alone
this aching pain
eternal and present
the out lay of my love


as I blend
no mystery or fate
grander that this belief
that all is I
again and again


but no weariness
in bodily fraility
in this box
all to inspire
is a caw of crow
or the shift of ice
or ancient footprints
left minutes ago
the doe


cobwebed
mind all drown
in desertlike
town so manicured
mayhem to come


oh bye word spoken
disaster renoun
when on other shore
these red foot falls
this aching blood
this youthful body
sweating for life
in unimportant eddies
dancing like birds
sports and beer
ape flatulence
and drool


beating growing
like mushrooms in absence
drained of humiliation
I embattle
the last drop of my love
gushes the thrush
and the call of a juvenile hawk orphaned
bids me on to perform the rite

to change complicated solos
to simplistic fun
fancy verses
to aid in self doubt
and this fellow feeling hollow

far from spent
the ocellations
of the mathmatical osprey
cartoonlike overhead
monetary jargon dead
the male gorgon said
as he shook his dread
and it all rolled up
his emotion frayed
the judgement of some childish world
grey and dark
carrying weight too heavy for the Earth

this chrysalis
shared relativity
no one may stop
when it is whole in the end
when it is home once again

Subjection

Eddies within eddies-
fundamental corpuscle-
reduced to truth-
every level above is equal. 
Is human subjection exempt from the fractal perceptions and projections it experiences?
Does belief in even the silliest thing hold less weight in the outcomes of billions or the one?
Can insect net capture
chaotic knowledge
based in egocentric
disconnections
adhered to the push
of universe?
What makes this so special?
Know truth
fear the answer
turtle
world and soul
free will
band aid
base and supreme
cure
age
heal
judge
recognize
hypocrisy
was is to come
payment recieved
monster concieved
pushed
gab gifts
dead eyes and a wink
deep in esoterism
empowerment
meaning
blabbering banters
walk run breath
dance
this is what
but the why of why
is not that much more complex
if not less nothing.

Tape Skin

This frayed edge
tedious annoyance
slight pain proper
pull it off

deep bloody agony
stripped at length
hovering in neighborhood
a dullness you can't cram
in babes watching arrogance
hellos and good byes

walk the ladder hold it up
bring it over there
bring it here
rip off the hang nail
peel the tape skin
make it in the world

shaking the spirit
loser geek
nerd poser
one and all
libidiny
dumb questions
transcendentalism
onanism
fall to your knees
suck my finger
the wound is deep
I bleed.

Water

If you don't use your falls;
your errors,
you are not dancing.

If you don't symmetrize your mistakes
even in oddness,
you make no music.

If you take not advantage of slips and slides
and tragedies of mind
you are not living-
you're a rehearsed technically flawless recording
a writing.

Valentine

Pain: the ultimate libidiny
where to cross over
in extremity becomes pleasure
and this seeming screaming torture
fills the hunger of this carnal slaughter
but only for brief hours
for for ourselves to perpetuate
eternally this we suffer

The Unselfish Need

Need to taste her pleasure
need to feel her shiver
a lasting final meal
where wants no longer matter

need to plant the ladder
spiral unzipped abreast
bridging space and time
to outlast limitless field

Unbound is this revelry
the feast of duplicity
that breath in an hour
releasing pent dormancy

For to bring her to this peak
she begs our corporeal weak
and speaks of ancient phones
refreshing backbreaking work

hard bruised muscle
spiltting hair like wood
keeping it base
whisper wants is need
and death in this pain
when end has understood
that separate cup
must maintain the life used
to better bring about
anthropomorphic result
that later lives out the brood.

For Childrens Eyes See

Impatience for my pleasure
emotion clear and tethered
sitting on dead stone
begging life to come

In the season of sunset
laying stars all alone
scars in behavior
in taste savor
sour spinning atom bone

Giving sweet forgotten flowers
hours beyond measure
dry handle friction
blood pump stroke
unhealty burial
balance overcomes
the repressed body

Join in self mutilation
of generations past
whip train mind blown
wise chips and gas

Guiding the bobber
phallic hook
scent bring it home
joined over come
bodily lust
none else to trust
heightened consciousness
implanted tumeric grown
generational conduit
on lips
deepen gust of it
planted a kiss
lustful bliss
talons in love
come
rest
on the tomb that is home.

Storage

Ergotic wind-chime explosions
spreading like spores
or sea shell openings
over rabbitic labidinal shores

Cerebral superior amusement
alone in the high up chore
of down deepening
no one home

raw meat
Dionysus
full beyond
false humility
hidden knowledge
up from all the doors bidden

clanging ending
ringing random notes in one key
no matter sings
trained in scales
dragon scales
dance on truth
manipulate
oppose thumb
through
fodder for talk
banter
ephemeral
abberant
organism
thought
survive

remain spread out
like genetic reasons
take it
give whats in store

Solitary Cycle

Scribbling in an echoless cave
the resounding noise was all my rage
and tears in stone
alone was all my home

Earthquake howl timberwolf
owl perched
in all its means
talons outstretched
some sunrise saying
echoing
wrangle rusted broken horse
first white
seal branded
fallen

Tongue time not long enough
taste absence
bearing crush
touched

but no matter
corrected
errorless
past

Echoless cave
all the rage
and forseeing goose eggs
before the dawning
of another sun
howling moon filling come
colorless duldrum
an edge
solitude whole
owl gone
hawks encircle
coyotes wander
crows encompass
all over

Bear these words insanity sprung
spring comes see dust enlightened
some semblance of consciousness
chosen will and wrangling done
walk again
in sol's life
bright mourning son

Hunger

It may seem in solitude
the souls I eat are random,
but in the ghost
irration iration in tandem.

For the silliness and chagrin
is dissapate before the beginning
and after the end.

Garbage Actor

Living in straw wrappers
to kindle my anger
calling on the one who's vengeance is his own
the reject
the one stone

this is the day
now comes the hour
his right hand fed him alone

iron rod gaurding imaginary borders
on each phallus
grown

with approach of the bride
angels that guide
had better hide
because form this One the Earth and Heavens
already gone

knowing vehemency in knowledge
readily reiterate new and born
in one hour minute and soul
hold

hear him come
human bone
flesh under estimate
footfalls 'gainst no stone
and words
words
fall

break straw camel
carry 'cross the border
pretend in pretense
he sees through flesh
and feels the vengeance all his own

and destroys the vain.

Bought Goodness

Moment of truth
heal the fall
spring to life
dead - unknown
carry
handle
deal

let all that which to say be said
and understand that love is blind
and understand that this is real
and understand that these letters
are colored red
lost job
status
under rug swept
laying bleeding in this beast's world
aching for eternity
in the dream world
eyes glimpsed holding fleshly hands
tied to the marketplace
warrior trained
no choice and enter war
mace carried from this day forward
and they all fall
enamoured
armor shines
snowblind and cold
lotus warm sleep
weep
skills for survival
power to will
lost in
ancient knowledge
unknown
hidden now
battle
pain
gone is the time
we strode together
insanity bound
surrounded in a world expecting perfection
like on the railroad tracks
covering sitting places
my heart beats and will always
want
run
rerun
run again
around in life
memories of mammary
cemetary dead sea surrounds
these words these keys
scarlet and blue
in hidden hold I
alone love
this love I hold
he hides me by no choice of my own
and this is my life he calls.

New Torrent

Wayward touch
deleted denizen
spreader of pain
teacher of gifts
flatterer in fallacy
the voice was heard
under intoxicant
laughter resounds
Ancient remnant
quickly dispersed
layer of tendrils
bearer of breasts
resounder of life
willer of power
herd pleasantly returned
wealth do flaunt
lustful pounds
And despite these arrows
the groundwork layed
before birth
these lasts
in one chain
this genuine tenderness
this drugless opportunity
tied and bound
for all eternity
yes tied
lassoed in
by a wonderful woman
with power beyond her sense
crushing rabbits
dealing with self
shedding of blood
a cutting off
jester fool caller no more
it wastes away
in hate
and delusion and deception
so we can carry on
in isolate days
wishing I wasn't alone.

The Hour of Highways

Weasel squirrel wanting
hearts of past haunting
grip in strength daunting
dreading infiltration

in this meloncholy
saftey
inpetus too sure
cycle
insignificant pep rally

Mild irritation
true to the nation
of everything that is coming

Dilly-Dally
mid rush-hour hurrying
flat-line cardiac arrest
does this depression jest?

Look at the warm fuzzies
in air pressure
slip through fingers
the double yellow lines
are resting.

Wondering what it means
in unforgettable silly dreams
letting ecstatic erotic scenes
over take my pleasure
endeavour
forever
a more outlasting dependence
on gaining back independence
in achieving the battle pure
never complaining
about changing complaints
holiday
just another day.

Unfurled infantry training
gut full of heart digesting
assimilating
subconscious needs
and desiring wants
that this body bleeds:

waiting on the shoulder
for my love to pull over.

Serenade

Don't fall
Don't walk
Don't run
just sit and stare
and watch the cool water
wash over body

The door bell
dogs barking
time to mirror
cold grey daze
impatient
peer into window
curtains closed

dimentional error
dry winter air
a few common birds
dogs again

Don't call
Don't mail
Don't drum
just wait and listen
hear the cool breeze calling
ending tragedy.

Rerun

On the wall
was a painting
of flowers and map lines
turf

Grass dandelion
ready to seed
all attempts and tries
hurts

for that calm
for that ease
passionate disease
down with a cold

told to all the souls
the shoulds and the should nots
have trained advice muddling
and to succumbed
to reiterating behaviours
that are dead in the water

gernades
water balloons filled with air
split jealousy
no ears
no hear
sounds of the gun shot
run

Roller Coaster

Lust does bust
the gate
to the visceral abyss
and then one hell of a ride
depending on
the level of maintenance
the amusement
may become disaster
no mistake this abyss
will rent a willing participant
for a sojourn
and dropoff at sunset
crying at its beauty
parting
run

Random Rainbow

Dandelion
Granny Smith Apple
Timberwolf
Macaroni and Cheese
Violet Red
Scarlet
Orange
Wisteria
Indigo
Sky Blue
Plum
Blue Green
Bittersweet
Tickle Me Pink

Punish Meant Hardt (advanceet psbeeking)

Is afe me five a cents
nah cost sah greet
vaheemeant I flame
bity fire ovahed
Is afe me cost nah five cent
pent
reapent alla jah wur and iswerk
bable splited a up
coma mindman heardt
only won glish
atta temple
Is nah fa me nah penta bill
gergeworshipawashington
abrahamlingcon
and drewjacksun
been Jah mind frank land-
nah zist in hevan
Hun dread'n'twentysex da summa
cum loud a ma drug
nah zist in heavun
in de gud de drust
da d a t
itz hardt
Jah trusdt
ez spread ur gene
itz hardt fined memeing last ever
da truth out lasdt thing
itz pentacost
triple punhis memeing
drinkish punish meant fthree sings.

Knockoff

Until I come into my sole lunar shadow
I do not exist in this world
bowing to the profit of the eddy son
blinded by the artificial light

Until I come in to mate sole lunar shadow
I cannot be heard
just a knockoff of creation
no prophet just silly eddy son

While imaginary lines fight
belly button in herd
a prtender offspring assigned by man
bowing in the profit of the eddy sun
the knockoff of the One.

Articles

Glish out of tempo
its a beautiful soma
plenty of space where I come from
no flesh and bone

Sadness Strength

This sadness grows stronger and stronger
with just a little help
this belly button
is pulled along
walking and running
in the right step
in the right place

This sadness grows fonder and fonder
with just a little help
training of a glutton
fantasy and dreaming
pretense no longer carried on

This weeping grows purer and purer
as the ice undulates
hoof prints widen
slush- hush

This sadness grows stronger
everyday
with the seed of my existence.

Now

As change overtakes like a tide,
the moon runs and the sun sticks out its tongue;
and like a reed forced above this tension
the river rages and carries on
time this time in our minds.

Future's Past

I cast the line
on the day I built
the memory that baits me


To sit in sun
in spring warm dust
like music notes surrounds me


For this supreme love
bobbing with these nibbles
follows


Dictation of time
pulls more than four seasons
in fine detail
increments so seeming resolute and redundant
never the same particulate corpuscles of memory


I swallowed the hook
digested all fallacy
knowing what baits me


Singing in unison
a sarcastic tone
I am never alone
for these memories
are stored and beckon Angels.

Mine

Sometimes: you just have to hide.
Sometimes: this is what you keep in mind.
Sometimes.

Sometimes: this is what you hold inside.
Sometimes: you take a look and smile.
Sometimes.

And this is mine,
and this is mine,
and this is mine:
Everytime.

Get It?

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