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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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!

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.

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

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

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

Brazen Bullshit Bows

Nothing more than stretching back
applause flashing over and under head

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

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]

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?

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.

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.

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

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

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