Broken Prophecy Publicly Speaking

Public forum
foreign tongue
melody blasphemy
bring before me
any one condeming
and out from their feet
universal grace
show them the furnace
the desolate place
that contains therein no one
and out comes after dusts to dusts
purer than pure gold
more funtional more useful
like glorious kings of old
enter that place one by one
in glory of kingdoms
of childrens imaginations
that could not kill soul
nor empty mountains of gold
nor be sold
for in the shadow
the heart of language
no trust of men could courage
no rust or moth consume
dusty attics
old toys
bats set free
from bell towers
at those hours the flesh does sleep
no more cosmetics cheap
at expense of sufferings
of uncounted sheep
dead in the blast killing millions
but only one species reported
to ash in that matter
black moth rising
oil spilling surprising
years upon years knowing
just rewards coming
public joyous kingdom
put a damper by death
the faithless
self existence
that world is ending
here is the border
shiver in chaos
dread the voice
and the temper
the timbre
temple
the spirit is awaken
spongyform colony
choosing discrepancies
love mending misphilosophies
hear the children singing
the sight a misfortune
rolling pumpkin heads hand shakes
dissappointment
a vote for them
against the true king
mirror image shadow hording
calling breath rambling heart chanting
terrible things but beauty therein
releasing armies from hades
the battle begins
power of the engine
dye again
paint the lightning
thunder and harm again
polling down roots
of old trees breaking
sidewalk solutions
baby land pillar of economy falling
dread
lost income
dead
fight once again as refined majesty
glory is coming
condemnation and curse waving
listen vengeance begins
don't lay the line of concern for him
it is simply his hairy tick's he may be carring
unorthodox steps
public forum
chanting tongue
respect the living
listen to your Holy King
Let the dead be burying thier dead:
walk with me now or get out of my way
tree being falling calling my name
Dawn Star rising again
welcome to the eddy
pentagonal kick to the shin
dig?
feast on the flesh of kings
this day knowing what it means.

Torn Flesh and Emotions Fight, Flight, and Run

Early for a choice such as this
caught in the rays beginning in the East
a sight on horizons in tangents do come
torn flesh and emotions fight, flight, and run.

To take to the sky complications rife
strife and strive for endings plain
again the sound come over the seas
please return to home and be

ever again
calling words
hearing rants
having truth

Are scribbling to feel a certain way
day after day it comes this way
making warnings like on iron road
or twinkling signs banging the road

beating the chest
laying the law
scribing the line
maklawfaw

and here comes the dreaded time
wineless inebriation feeling fine
just
a little vengeance
unworthy of holiness
yet coming that time

Forgetting some silly wish
sun setting in the west
Earth plays rhythms like my drum
torn flesh and emotions fight, flight, and run.

Destiny Choice

Life is alive,
breathing fire...
on the edge of choice we wander:
and there is love and there is death
enjoy every breath.

We strive to conquer calamity
in our small lives
and in our minds
we play out the worst consequence.

Let the fire consume the heart
and to ash move on to justice
not after death
but destroying life
living in joy
contrary to all negativity
that may infringe upon our destiny.

Plum Walls

The four plum walls
they do abhore
anything unsavory
unclean

The chicken scratch
on the walls
the scribble the scrat
an ancient consciousness

And here we are floating in space
running for office like as a race
forging freshly shaven productive faces
leaving only carbon traces

Sure these six squares
raked clean of all disease
painted and pure
adhere
ad here

Clinched fists
around the change
down to death she screams
and her beast only appears
in that ancient consciousness
the amalgam of minds
with supreme intent
for profit

But there is anger fester
in roots of trees
and fish-like eggs
in water colours
rainbow tellers
undone is the banter
that misinforms
pressure stress dorms
membrane memory short sickness
forget

The return does call
civilized men fall
no plum walls
hoops and dragons war
consumption of imagination is all.

How'd it End up Here?

What is this tenderness that strengthens the heart
while in pain grows
and fire consumes
leaving ash
spiraling
winds?

What is this strength that softens the face
when laughter blooms
and moistens toes
like due
penetrating
skin?

What is this speechlessness that quiets a kiss
when sight left blind
and nothing knows
but truth
waiting
again?

The actor reminisces of loves lost
and falls to a seat in tears flow
this present
this gift
begging some power
not to be taken
begging some
words to be written
spoken
but action.

May pains be swift
of sicknessess and
mistakes yet made
to return again
to the answer
this poem bade
its just love
but not again
like the dirty roots the tree
the hidden place fallen waste
seen in shadow a joke and smile
laughter and friendship
companionship forever.

Going Outside

As the days grow
upon me
once like a wart

Twice in some rest
left me
amusment like a cart

Pushing on in silence
singing to the god
deep within Isolation

Leave a big one
saw dust to dust
beyond the border

feeling the song overheard
seeing the dance clouds onward
just a day for just reward
and the circle complete
now I'm new never knew
this spirals up in what is negative
holding them souls down
while uplifting is all they thought bad
take my hand again
till beyond the end
hell is tame where we go
day to day
again and again
dusts to dusts
produce and release souls
impossible
love.

100 = 1

Inferential circumference
navigating discovering
wild waves of ecstacy
slide ruling riding seas
plead and please question
posted borders give orders
held down under higher
powers her eyes stare at me.

Work Ethic

Can see it the darkness between the neon waves,
while sun shines bright and sets upon the horizon
hopes and dreams for other days.

Come to Me Again

Wonder followed by loss
gold leftover dross
this physical touch
is much more
than lost

adore
these eyes do see
no kidding
is it proper to boast
to reveal everything at once?

Yonder this time
the benefit the cost
just a little pain
it's not all the same
love of every soul
but empty is a hole
where no blood pumps

filling in calm
put up the umbrella
riddle me forever
just sing
story telling
quiet the emptiness
fill in the noise
shhhhhhhhhh.

Vibrations making wind
muscles pushing grins
grim and forbidden
intention
loss
dross
gold.

Chosen
Walking
Talking

these skins rubbing
palms of fingers friction
down the sensitive outer shell
breath and salty sweat
non toxic

are you awake?

Come to me again.

Global Warming

Called into the shadows
overpowering sun
for a fantasy unreal just for fun
a break escape not fake
necessity

Walked into darkness
alone in some certain pain
caring less and less
hardened heart
necessity

Offering cooler areas
a break from the sun
overpowering
harshness always
warning

Promises plain and false
oaths taken for eyes of flesh
legitimatize ceremony hope
dying tree
winter
storms as seen
cut

The tent of tender effects
the daily healing
the dumbfounded calmness
panic
a solid bridge
sunscreen

To hold out a hand
in the dark land
seeing no sun nor moon
enlightened as to ease
of torment
and jealousy
November moves
the star falls
say good night
as sure as gravity
see you in the morning.

Untaxable Laundry

Bartering in the system
living free of change
and lost coins ringing pale noise:
cycling, drying, and dying history.

An Answered Request

In this there is no pact
no promise no oath
just a request
fulfilled with love
comforted
with power beyond rationality
with sight seeing far away
majesty
in everything
the comfort of eyes seeing good
divinity
parental gift
no pact
no oath
no promise
just love.

Calling

Feeling the call
where new knowledge makes ignorance
where the expansion of the base
and the fire in the tent at center stalls
stars are for seeing bright
the closed home to all before
the fake dream
the accusation
a tiny current making egoes strong
jealousy consumes the human conception
the righteousness.

Feeling the call
escape this world
teather
weather inclement
moon and sun
not need
but circling.

Is it all that is seen
as separate in this season
the walls and fences
the glitter
stories told
that out last profits cold.

Feeling the call
choosing to satiate
in weeks deliberate
necessity saving
to the ceiling
healing hold
stealing in nights
calling.

This is the way it is
hearing
feeling the calling
and a chrysalis
a darkness
a falling out of control
clasp these hands
dreaming
the fantasy
calling
to achieve in death
work beyond any man
wind pushing
heart wrong
called.

Few ever have seen
experience
this
sung burning
hidden in bushes
shoeless
alone
with one other
the ancient line
feeling the calling
forever
changing before
eyes.

There it is the false hope
the dream told wrong
the way of selfishness
the way of egoless hidden parent
the power taking
the evil gone
the choice
feeling the calling
home.

Unalterable Fire

As crossing the cold sea:
the depth unfathomable;
the waves relentless;
lips turning purple;
fingers shriveling;
imagination:
cities on shore;
fires and warm breezes;
food and drink;
reality:
cross the sea.

Spirit Unknown

Who is it now that was Seeing?
Who is it now that was Watching?
Who is it now that was Singing?
Who is it now that was Joying?
Who is it now that was Raging?
Who is is now that was Judging?
Who is it now that was Weeping?
Who is it now that was Fearing?
Who is it now that was Acting?
Who is it now that was Laughing?
Who is it now that was Thinking?
Who is it now that was Dreaming?
Who is it now that was Wondering?
Who is it now that was Silencing?

Man Living God?
Or
God Living Man?

Who was it that nothing could harm
and all the universe was a playing
and all the consequence divine
and all the evil a shadow
and all the love mechanical spiraling
in patterns echoing
and tones of rage ending
and tunes of melodies uncontrolled
seeking a King
and finding nothing but action
what is what you're believeing
all on your own
what is it you be wanting
no need asking when you are one
seeing trees and leaves crunching
stomach growling
and fearing a border of wilderness
a melody taken away by children unjudging
hacking chopping profits dead
smiles on angels in dread
the unknown sound graffiti
remembred by none but
the one hearing
a mere roar
un herd
and among all this
when exit more than justified
but trodden divine
saying:

"I will never understand you
but forever would I walk with you
now here
I have seen Man
and thought of God
or
thought of Man
and see God."

Omega Position Burning Reflection

The practiced art
not good enough
for a shiny world
found life all it's own
and then some.

The sound like rhythmic patterns
unpleasant to the crowd
but continued to blast
found an audience
unknown to them.

Something beyond mistake
beyond efficiency's habit
beyond general and ordinary conception.

Heart music
Heart poetry
rejected in ways of life
embarrassing
heeding some fallen country
skin on a rock
rot.

And there that emotion burning all existence
for the self that called all else
being written and remembered
for that very reason
this glory shared
with the worthy.

Seeing self as the will
as the flesh sublimity
as each soul sole journey
meeting in that place
beyond forgiveness
the temple of eternity
being whole in rejection
present to the self
a warriors breath
in spite of false journey
and eddy-like sojourn
evolutionistic endings
death into unity
conquered unto living being
happily
enduring periodic negativity.

Approximation

 Been wandering down involuntary paths;
not unknown;
not less traveled;
just different angles.


Conscious blood in a circulatory system
wanting expression and not being hidden
even in this season.


Weighted words meted out
egnored in jealousy causing lonely.


Isolation profession;
poetry posted;
fallng on floors in patterns distractedly unnoticed in vain haste.

Road Kill

She did not see it coming
her children behind playing
they frolic in her path
she did not know they move that fast
they lag behind in innocence
believing they know the key
she did not see it coming
now they wail and are starving.


I did not see it coming
then I saw her end trails
and the fresh blood spattered
the tire pressure just right
to serve efficiency
what just vanity
cage this emotion
usless
pointless
nothing will listen
nothing is this feeling
I did not see it coming.


Staff-like coptic anger
released upon infinity
this vanity could use some balancing
abandoned shopping cart
a cliche' so handy
on this highway human fear was in carriages
for my heart was acting
from power beyond me
this I caged and loosed retaliation
within the confines of time
punishment for a clean justice
for law is in place
and those who do not obey
are road kill.


We did not see it coming
struck by lightning
now we're starving.

Bench

A time out on plastic yellow feathers that once held rain a few times ten.
A benching on childhood memories past on through generation after generation.
A misnomer of a misnaming of a mood complaining.
A short season in darkness and tears (sirens blaring)
but losing track of scores do adore time's company
companioning untainted by facsimilies and facades
and chlorine breakin weather coming once again...

Proof of Purchase

Flesh born in the season
of the evening Venus rising
Spirit born in the season
of the morning Venus rising
they mingle in this mesh
they conflict giving falsity
sin, error and superiority

What is that I hear you muttering
something about a recovering economy?
something about peace and safety?
something about job security?

It is I on the hill
making the unforgettable proclamation
unforgivable
unthinkable to mankind and his kin
It is Zion that heals
don't go getting the servant angry
for he flares up easily
sooth his feet on this here footstool
take refuge in the One that rules.

What is it that this consciousness has written?
What is it that from this ocean has arisen?
What is it that this pinnacle is boasting?
soundin' up and alike
lightnin'
ask
and all before
and after you I shall a be givin'

Oh mighty ruler measure out
lift on up the phonetical completion
raise up from the flesh that be rottin'
bring about the long awaited
impossible kingdom
breakin' the nations with that rod of Iron
tune it to infinity
mastering the song that is redeeming.

So in all of this land mighty man
are you listening?
quit reving your foolish engine
and start tuning your ear
to the one singing
to better a changing
for he fears not the course your takin'
because he can go anywhere
and there always singing
his almighty power and raining
a simple judgement to be aware
take refuge in the One coming.

It may be a vulgar translation
but hey look behold in the dark
a light been given
to the darkest one prayin'
the spirit here may seen too stumblin'
and the star seems forsaken and fallen
because stricken with the seven unwritten
sacred serpents spiraling
in every direction
the wilderness of eternity designing
as each pang occuring
beyond the birth and the home
of the begining and the ending.

Pops

When the feverish water breaks
reality will be clearly
a light in a darkened place
the leader in ideology
wiping old memory
and driving hard a flock
with iron rod inheritance
and destiny.

When the fine line posted sign
becomes past burnt and gold standard
melted away like dross
the hunger of humanity
shall be for peace
beyond food
yet even for a season in this flesh
a place of bone and blood
understood can never last
as to ash is an analogy
intelectual bombacity
just rhyming in simplicity
outlasting everthing
meaning.

When this stress breaks
the camels back
power of engines
will rust
from the foam of his mouth
and in the background
the word unherd
leading like a child in
imaginary self centered consciousness
home at last
struck like the sound of a cuckoo clock
lightning
voices
thunder
behold our father
coming into reality.

The Child and The Beast

When the beast meets the child pretending to be king,
there is no turning back; there is no hiding.
It is as wild as the universe claims to get.
There will be a fight and the wounds bring death.

The flesh would tremble
in the child
if the beast were of that place
but in this spirit
the beast knows its fate
because power impossible
the king does harbor
an imaginary war manifest
in reality
a real world's destruction
chaotic border
men are close.

The thick undergrowth
swept under turf grass
well mown
shadows in every direction
the beast seeks a place to hide
and in babbling streams
makes its case
holding prisoner
those the child liberates.

Cannot see
beyond the boundary
where belly button culture
has made its date
if to free
with fees and fines
down in duldrum
his imagination is fate
for they will him to be
yet cannot see.

When the beast encounters the king
he will weep over its destruction
but not for benefits it seems to bring
for it was part of his creation
they will even sit alone
together as it dies
and the tears of a father
will be the last
in this place that frees
ideology, spirituality, and imagination
the day of death
he will wipe the tears
so ending suffering
and the beast will rust
and the king will get up
and stride into eternity
where there it had been since the begining.

Convergence of the Seven Serpented Sacred Throne

For we will build wonderful houses
and dedicate to the gods
keep all precious things in them
and there say our prayers
our best animals and grains
our wines and our children
our firstborn
our bread
sacrificed to him
her
it

for this we will be heard
and for this his anger grows
front seats immediate
rings of precious stones kissed
books written
decorated
clothing too separated
high hats and staffs
esoteric street monks
lotus temples
churches and mosques
wars and pieces of technology
words and words
prophecies
predictions times and days
but he in the most unlikely place
clear for all to see
judges in righteousness
the holy of holies
and in secret spirit
creates the wonder of wonders
ready to sop up the tears
and live into being
knowing purity
at home at last
a windy spirit
a body
and a seat.

Anniversary

This is the adversary
formality and traditional
rational logical transitions
toward a sound argument
really loud and passionate.

One year ago
much pain
unknown
focused
throes

pinnacle in rising star
shining away reflective
and the sacred nuptial
consummation
contracting conditions
yearly earnings
paper weight
sewing

toss those bags on the camel's back
the desert must be traveled
one dune to the next
autopilot
thirst

One year away
from contact
shellac
solid staff
effortless ass
reaching the sacred city

to complete the agreement
and read what is written
seven lightnings later
all the libraries have burned
and commited
in memory
and forgotten by the crowd
this terrible place
be proud.

Sun Bath

Hub of holy torment
accumulates again
but bare trodden hard feet
tougher than the train
plays in smiles
unconscious paranoia

In the sun a fleeting dream
where two the twain meet
shade aging passes through longing
to rise in morning adornment
satisfied till night

a beauty all her own
sand in eyes blown
tears in heat melt
and mirror hewn

never too soon
never too late
eat up the days
and dates

trump up the daze
the power too strong
follow along
come
smile

mile after mile words chatter on
momentary living in zeal for the zest
for the tears and the smile
for the tender minds eye
staring at me
attentive hallucinations
fantasy breathes
clasp hold down
fluid it works

den to leave and dreams to come
chaos is clean in wild abandonment
may the pains
meld
and friendships failed
weld
these fingers in freedom
and these hearts in love.

A Humble Prayer

Choas concedes control

and tries to accomplish it

carriages pass like waves

the sea is vast but fears

do you know who I am?

the wind speaks

the truly happy hear my voice

who can stand in this faith?

The tree that caught the vibes

of the silly boy fantasizing

shook them off and fallen like leaves

are ideas unclean

for forgiven in the one happily

chosen to do all that is written

trees fear for the written word

and the lightning they call

burns and cries thunder

unwritten hall stones jones

status higher

interrupted vision of the godhead laughing

trying and praying to be drawn together

but untouched only eaten up by a house so holy

it runs from flesh and calls up spirit to tremble in ancient light

hidden is the mask and feral child superhero

weak and fallen hypocrite daylight profit humble bread

a woman I love

I dance with daily

until I'm dead

but to see her eyes believe her mind the day she sees my love breathes fire.

Barred Boxers

Waves from the chlorination
reaching a different world
muddy life bearing waters
carry stains of colorful oil
that pool in neglect
like unmown lawns

drunk with visions
of perfect sight
flipping the grill
down the sharp angle stairs

looking back with fear
this is the life of tears
the jungle fit
carriage horseless hypocrite

words wasted and melted cheese
grounded beef excess preach
to physically conquer graffiti
contested to sure defeat

and wanderings
changing ratings
desolations
long sufferings
to raise pleasure
for one or the other
experience wild ecstacy

thinking
concluding
company.

Into the Wind

Balanced on cliff's edge
I practice control of the wind
there is a voice I cannot make out
urgent sounds of distress

that wave of isolation
like a warm handshake
pushes down my head
to join in the dance again

dancing a tear focuses scattered light
trying to feel once more the cohesion
as it slowly slips and tears the adhesion
in gravity away emotion dull and dying

on one foot I switch in tiredness
unnoticed by eyes so happily dredging
through common ways in rewards
to live and love beside her alone

I throw control of wind in caution
and a gust picks up I dread
the tear forming again
down on all fours vomiting
the wind will not take me
distress voiced growing louder
dreams of former scenes remind
how cruel even the best of friends actions

again here in unappreciation
all inside the head
of an elitist educated ass
unspoken in love too fast
an embrace in haste
I bare the clasps and turn in darkness
walk into the wind alone again?

For this strength cannot take another hit
of lonliness left by its side
down that cliff a wonderful view
jagged and deathlike hue
this comfort I cannot forsake
and on the edge of torment again it takes
this water does not need to be broken again
to give birth to this love the voice has not forsaken

yet inside the little wind
tiny pebbles polishing
for in eyes those tears again
gale force it picks up
out of all subconscious control
the talons of this talent
the heel of the warrior's myth
into the wind
the dreams said
this I have not chosen
yet here I love again.