Dreams Have Passed but Yet to Come

Her voice was soft
and the question bizzare
her tears were profuse
and the palms of her hands hard

I saw the green all around
the beginning of a new season
it was hers
it was ours

it took some time
but the image vivid
an angel said:

"Dreams have come to pass
but are yet to be."

...in all the colors
he stood staring
at the wonderful lark
who jumped twig to twig
as winds spiraled through

seeing things that were not there
and hearing sounds none could hear
like a close caress some lips
thrown at him
admixture of visions
and beats of heart
like thunder and lightnng this time she said:

"What is the shovel
and what do you dig?"

for deepness and knowing
hardened I knock
hair keeps on growing
and time does not stop
I riddle I hide my choicest delights
for few look to see this night
and my hands are free and ilde to speak
to burn these bushes isolate conversations
digging for wisdom that none here will benefit
for pride haunts them
because my will is strong
and them I can't outrun
no really
I dig for your heart
my love.

My hand was wet
and her hair bore scarlet
and overcome by some spell
the season had come
the threshold
the harshness will peak
sleep.

For if I could I'd breath over this corpse
like a wild lion from some myth
I'd roar and animate atoms
to spring a nest
like a wonderous wonderful city
and we'd take a breath
and there'd be no ease
experience could compare
no joy to contain the urge
to dance in the light of energy unreal
you'd be like some Queen
and I a King
like that of the forgotten land
but there we'd blend in
for there is no pride more
than in that corpse that gave birth
to the city of love
there in time it weeps
and back bending wiping the tears from our eye
some elderly imaginative father
battling harm again and again
in pride of his silly creation
that to unleash the grip
would burn all before
and there we'd sit
enthroned in love
dancing forevermore.

Snowblind II

As the voice caresses my feet
I float in wonder at his grace
for it is no longer in my face
and tripping to fall
over him no more

Go home
it says like waterfalls
the shear volume alone
makes shhhhh seem tame
Quiet!
one half hour in shaman land
down the mountain
the snowy show
the absent channel
seen no more.

Today

What is this army of locusts

making the community restless

murmuring vainity?

as the leaders of the Earth

get together to plan a future

void of the self existent

and his chosen one saying:

"Get rid of this belief

and destroy this inclination

contrary to our profitable ways."

The Mighty Shaman

who lives unseen

in mystical places

will jeer and mock

with satire unbound

confusing them

with strange talk

leaving them unfound

At which time

his anger will blaze

and his voice will soar

utterly destroying their way

bringing dread into their hearts

with his unfettered fury

wild and strong singing:

"'Tis I who raise the King

on my most holy mountain

and all else do I own!

What was the scribble and the scrat

on these four plum walls?

This is the enactment of the self-existence

consider this way my offspring

and I will give you what is mine

for all eternity.

Continue asking

and I will give

locusts as your own

and the inheritance

will be the Earth

and its true destiny

with the staff

you will make them meek

and annihilate greediness

as if it were empty glass bottles

shattering to a million pieces."

So mighty men

show wisdom today

in a simple decision

and seek out

and find

the King

Tremble at his powerful way

and feel happy

when you see him

bow before the inner height

because his shunning

will cause you to linger

in dangers because

his anger flares easily

Holy and untouchable

is the one lost

and being eaten

by his ways

for in him he is hidden

on that day for all his days.

stoned

Youth encoded in esoteric shadows
generational gaps laps around the head
left in dust glitter and gold
tears at home mama more
the cure for stoned

Running Circles (Cernunnos 8, 0038 : 14.28.13)

Stars
running circles around my head
Eddies
running circles around my heart
peacock plume
shade from the sun
and shelter from the storm

Falling in with the crowd
the click of the ratchet is complete
what makes meek
kneeling on the ground suffering starvation
that's the bottom line
skinned red knees
mercurochrome Mama
ionized all in time
the pillars of salt in the community
keeping the roads drivable
rip and runoff
don't mind it keep flowin'
keep pushin'
beardown here it comes

Swimming circles around the throne
apparent in all its formality
no deeper did I look
no sooner did I die
reaping all the souls that are mine
come and play
I'll meet you there for I am first
and when you see the dread
in my eyes
You will run circles in my mind
and chased out
I'll meet you there
for I am first
my tears are the rain
and the universe is all
running circles around my mind
and eddies physically intwined.

Playground

They sat
and the advocate stood
where and when no one else would
the red on his clothes was blood
but you'd think it was tomatoes
to participate they throw food
and what was the argument?

Accused
so much time and lives wasted
on a freely chosen lie.

Who's to blame?
but to bribe
the impudent advocate
in the shadow
of one they don't see
but stumble over the blockage in the heart.

In this court there is no order
beyond his own.

Snowblind

Ascend the snowy white mountain at dawn
you are way too young to experience this
the child barely knows whats wrong
much less the ability for eternal bliss.

Turn around and go home
the snow stuck to your feet
will melt as you are done.

The Satire

At those who higher
so those unfortunate
can crack a smile
and give oppression
the faith in examples
for changing the entire
world with one choice
sudden and swift.

In Their Mirror I Looked

Rites of passage
show me your ID
if I don't like your answer
you cannot enter
but maybe
when you come of age
you will look in my mirror
and share stories
in some time and place.

The Acorn Harvest (35/05/0038 : 04.44.79)

I

I hear the machine talking nonsense

in its essence it's childlike

the banter it blames on my face

is the scent it sells in my place

to them in wish the hunger it comes

to purify the debt perfection had won

to mollify and eliminate

all lower life forms and decimate

into sole lonliness

death low cost debates

pure clean energy

fairy land

synergy

to dance in starlight the genius prates

in fallen ashen clouds over one year old

and the change of pace and scenery

II

Here I sit in an empty chair

squeaking the springs with real hair

torque of the physical world

spirit projections of disbelief

here real men they hurry

or women stealing in the night

the sleds of higher ranking men

and pasts of kings delight

somatic borrowed spiritual light

to conquer all kings to come

and in this empty chair

the humming of the furry arm

the guide I spell

and words all wrong

there is a delay in the marionette

and finding the story before it ends

far it will be fallen

and the shells are white and clean

because of the Clorox TM bleach

will I ever recover from these ancient secrets

being literate watching the wall and texts

creeping in

harvest

the forest of microcosmic delusions

relativistic spacial adheshion

the center of direction and life force

only eddy in one many

Peak Brilliance (summa cum laude)

They celebrate the intellect
with cold-hearted affections
for the flesh is too far to touch
and uncertain in its love

They fear the face plain for all to see
and in advertisments fall short
of their own living being

The determined pressure from heights above
establishes the whips of the chained hordes

And a voice stretches across the sea
calling from ash the army
and from the intermitent place of absence
light is shed upon the carcass
just as it must be

They celebrate the life to come
while wallowing drunk
inebriate to Jupiter's light
Vesper's death in new morning is bright
He returns with a new name
in full strength to shoulder the blame.

Second Sight

The projection through the trees

the mask that begs please

Bright pre-dawn jitters

few critters

nick knockin' click clockin'

tweet tweetin' reposing responding

phoney correct pronunciation

dunce on the hill dirty mouthing

the local spiritual leader in spirit

for a deep rooted misunderstanding of respect

what is My name?

What is the accent of my heart

the wild misgivings

about the treatment of women

pasts and futures planned

already written in possibilities

scratching bare surfaces

breaking splinters in prized staff

for a cane in old age

and wisdom of past histories

and modern mythical stories are not as holy

downright.

So the song was already sung

and the beat I think I heard in the stars

and the voices were deadly harsh

and the Earth did hear at moments loud

proclamations of simple choices

both quick and sudden

written ether coinciding

with levels of truth that we are hiding

behind mirrors of behavior

primal.

And there it was giving strength

by its name

and the leader that this colony claims

through the knowledge of its history it blames

called by name and expounded throughout the galaxy

and echo un herd

solitary

separate

I am not one of you

you are one with me

I think there is a tribe that bares my name

I've dwelt there since the beginning

and in the wrong I've been blamed

the brand of the spoon and shame

do you know My name?

So bright and clouds came

the last thing seen

and into eddy son

back

root

sleep

time all

not come

rest I am here

and I know your name

the hour is set.

Humanity Is Love

Love is base and epiphenomenal to all else:
being behind and above every action,
below and beyond everything,
and in the wonders of humanity
forsaking all objectivity
it is the truth of this matter ephemerally
we carry forever in that moment we be.

Fear of Being Perceived

Taught manners
Bonzai!!!!
taught response
taught to swim
in a group in sin
taught to bow
unliving
makin' money
crowded
bound
fear of being perceived.

Rails the Sign of Chaos

It shines like shattered glass
on the side of a mountain unseen
just beyond the rail
that guards us from chaos.

It is posted pure
like a profitical magazine
that adheres to the stream
of the consciousness keeping
the ikon clean
with products smelling nice
and soap white knuckled
to sheol shroud
hope forgotten scene.

There used to be cobblestone-now
we are horseless breathe-in
the tire dust it will get you home-quickly.

Inbrandishingmeant

And in her eyes I she what I meant
those moments young again
and a curl of the lip
bidden

And in her hands I feel what I meant
no bounds no whip no torment
no promise or butter product
my brand

My heart holds a brand
and beats whole hallowed in between
those moments I see
time spending moving
stories and scenes
hang-ups dramatic from pasts digested

what is unclean
in habits given
we nail down the flesh
and our spirits mesh
and dread flapping in the wind
moving love again

no sugar no honey
no bees
humor captivating intellectual wondering
scolding brat fits
perfectly
complementary
unowned
hugging me

unspoken knowing moments meant
youth claims my future
inbrandishingmeant

Freedom

Lift up you knees
on this march towards winter's eve
yes it is quite dark
and any glimmer or semblance of light
has been shown to be
nothing but sin
individually you lose
and they win
you've been broken
hear the crack of the whip
cream of the crop product
it's all you got left.

Sugar Bars

Eight bars of 5/8 song
sweet talking going on
mystic delerium strong
humility

whistle and hum
crescendo chant
some mysterious star
moving among the trees
the dead bodies

sun has over shined
this one done
new bars
sweeter than before
eddies on and on
dancing in some
relativistic wilderness of numbers
mist looking on
back one summer one circle of a day
and one winter same as the night
forty and one-hundred-twenty-five
three-point-one-four-one-five-nine
into infinity...

In the Bank

small talk
bored in snow
make yourself at home
exaggerate to defy the thought
behavior elementary continue please
rain

northeast weather
don't complain
rain

crows carring disater on the call
if hawks could they would caw
but the post scary hay stuffed
for the sins of all

blood spilled on the leaves
rocky glass painful tease
at last the end has come
this world is done

talk it over
welcome back
don't mind the compromise
get it done
food on table
bacon home

boiling run
fun

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.