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.

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Reiteracy Silly Disinformative Prophecy

in~ Winter
paths grown over through time and life
an abundance seen steps
freedom like Deer.~ there

outside~ Fresh
snow and air with tracks and trails
an abundance seen steps
from confined Deer.~ here

but~ They don't care
see the steps slipped
and the notted root exposed
who do to the King trust
and teach the youth who And.~ where

time~ Comes like a still thought
and batteries in clocks are all sold out
and the trees growing in the corner store
that dreams thought would never Come.~ true

they~ Huddle in warm places
and fly to corners of existence
stalled the profit of one for All.~ and

The Inconvenience

Warm
fairly dry
slipping each step
inconvenience
annoyance
cause clawing
falling to knees
will reach the top
and the roar will be heard
steepness egnored
no danger immersed
blood sweat
recognize only after fact
heart trained
the inarticulate transformation
just on time
survive
in joy doing so
cut scrape gouge bruise
inconvenience
annoyance
nothing more

Sol

the sole thing in coincidence
that makes my heart jump higher
while I wait for mercy
turning grey naturally
I never hide my true self
or my true appearance
and it is me

exempt over the border
the key to the room
is no door no lock no key
no error here there
any where any time
to believe so is the way of the separatists
and the accusers
the ones who never where
for the glorification of the one
I hide their status from me
and there I laugh for eternity
lasting like background radiation
saying again and again
I Am

and this regalship
and these diadems
these proclamations
are what exist outside the book
outside the chicken scratch on the walls
outside the formal law and posted signs
and beyond in an all encompasing
for which each eddy exists
potentate ship
eternal city

here in this eddy son sol power
broken are the seals
and johnny stands and clears his tears
listen for the thunders
unwritten midheaven
highest heart of living being
angry
will you hear when they pass?

Search Words

What Does Unmarvled Mean

result

Some Poems for The Everyone

mispelling
expelling
unseen

but engorged on forbiddance
love

Erased

nothing
lost
misplaced
confused
manufactured
manicured
maintained
weathered
wrecked
disposed
used
broken
disturbed
torment
passing
surface
beating
offering
alone
teathered
erased

Warnings are for the paranoid.

Meld in to background

dinosaurs and monkeys walk past

flesh starve hungry

negative consume

assume

Having true fit sound

lasts out the night unheard

sigh today

breathe

play with me

instead there is business to be had

serious stuff to become the meek

week by weak

taking account of the times called freak

through no voice of their own

and building the pyre

how many said Lucifer is king

when fallen they call the small little man

who rocked the nations

like Aslan

in the morning they cheer

at night they fear

for his roar is demonlike

unheard spectrum

concenrtic rings

conjoining the rhythm

when the cursed one sings

they call out saying

leave us

in hell

heaven begins

times arrow

infinity

who knows both places

concepts carring on the currents of human seas

the first to enter

the last to leave.

Prophecy

I don't have to believe in prophecy
I just want it

I don't have to believe in God
I just want him

I don't have to believe in love
I just feel it

I don't have to believe in sin
I am beyond it

I don't have to believe in forgiveness
it is the only law - like gravity
you cannot disobey it.

Humpty Dumpty

For I battle over possession
in this small little world
with fences, lawns and laws and deals
where what is free
is lesser than what is earned

For I could print things
making humpty dumpty
fall and crack
and as I walk on his shells now
I will dance on  his white world fallen then.

For I found the bread crumbs
hooked line and sinker
from her face
to her heart
love walled up repressed
will just burst again and again
and I couldn't care less
I own nothing.

I stumble with pain
again and again
forgivness is on my side
with time please
again and again I will beg
let me walk beside her.

And that I truly feel this whimper
and want to move forward
is what makes me the kind of man that I am
and I will live like me
whatever comes my way 

Broken Bottle

Skipped out
stone tension
family tradition
grudges and mayhem


Removal
apples and trees
genes and a belt
soil and roots
Grafted Oak
for whatever reason


broken bottle
holds no booze nor milk
callous hands and heart
in just the right spots
I soul ate
burrp
my k-9's see
and bite deep
hearing the cotton
violent voice
this is where I sacred
pushed away
pulled to paradise


broken bottle
over my head
scadaddle
spoons and ladles
ringing in my ears
accompanied by circles of angels
one stuck
sow burr
pretty strong
broken cycle
broken bottle

Shamanistic Complements Theory

In a drugless trance
the shamans dance
while the rest of the tribe
worries and prepares for their return

what news from the wayward couple

brought hell to themselves
they are lost alone together
they compliment
and adore each other
encourage and enlighten
but harm
themselves and the world

So who always was
never alone
I&I
and the true complements
who one was my shamanistic lover

For in mid-space
one foot grounded
the other on the sea
respect love around
the news is out
home is where
meaning's to be.

A Bad Luck Eater

Pick up the tails up penny
carry until ownership established
flip over the tails up penny
place it head visible on the ground
so
just so maybe a child so ready to listen
will be taught that it is ok
to pick that one up
its heads up its good luck
and to the carrier
of the bad luck belief
immunity to all disaster
bad luck eater.

Thought By God To Be Beautifully Dancing

Oh to have arrived
at the place where the future begins
like some scout marathon runner
boy far ahead
I wait for a couple
more minutes


Jealousy in dreams instead
the cold snow cone like crystals
bring pain to my grasping hand
for I have arrived in the solitude
that calls me from them


a new ignorance
a gift each day
a complete arms in the air
a yeilding

the pool of rainbow crystal water
shows a reflection
so beautifully dancing
while visible in primal truth
stumbling in fleshly desire

cuddle up to Mary
the statues feet
maybe if  I pretend
the marble will hug me
just a wet cold ass
in frozen stone
is reaped

but my heart pumps blood
in living flesh
and the zero temperature mist
means less than the statue
I imagined might bring me bliss
for now again I can run
climb and chose
warm love

the hole is in my vain
and a glimmer in my eye
know what I am
and what I cherish most
an ear on my heart
another under my mouth
hair catching tears
to clean dirty feet

extreme empathy is holy
and an ignorant stumbling
fool in blind clothing
thought by God to be beautifully dancing.

Prayer

Now with me
Enter the realm of laughter.

A Blind Eye

Now having experienced it
to call it regret
I would destroy God himself
if he were to try to take this emotion away from me
and I hide it like carcinogenic candy
for noone to see
but indulge secretly
for this is the way of all eternity
and I know this is true not only of me
such powerful destinies

More on the Pass

The smooth event horizon
well taken open flower
a fallen feather shades of grey
to enter where few are chosen

the risk for intimacy
confounded love legitamacy
the breeze blew away
all forms of rationality
inevitability

are you here memory?
sinking in gravity
melding an explosive mix
resulting in emotional instability
so many perfect dancing
in control fallen
crossing boundary
no escape

her eyes dilate
it is too late
her beauty is beyond me
feel its inescapability
for in impossibility
of lifes humanity
and semblances of immorality
barey a touch escapes me
she sees right through me
and it is far from ignonimity

her eyes dilate
for beauty beyond her and me
and my question was sound
for I am deeper
in a reality
where love had conquered me
and took hold of us

this love has no rights
because it is beyond time
and does not exist in this worldly reality
so bare children
the price for inhumanity
only Kings and Queens dream
and we carry consequence

My eyes have an image deeper in mind
to hold and contemplate
solved but smooth to run my finger over
trapped in singularity
no relativity here
and unbound forever with care
I hold the moment
I will never see again
for the woman
who will love me forever
in no matter or only
creator and destroyer
of our destiny
my power only waxes and wanes
like moths struggling in survival
entangled
at the sacred pass.

A Temporary Sojourn into Being Dependent

Unseen power weakened
becoming just projection
to heal all other lives
this moment the unborn
coming calling

divorced unfear
torn away rightfully
contract divide earthly family

in web stuck
the power birthed
where is the one called?

pony express
snail time to avenge independence
rock hard

so long solitary tower
unweatherable
knees ponder tears
cold weather home.

The Conquered Myths of Men

most are afraid to ask
for fear of recieving a serpent
because we live under man's rule~
well even if it were a serpent
they would stone its head~
so we wait until death
and live each night
looking for a hero
who we shave in the mirror
like some mythical lion falling in line~
for no true rebel in power
can last the night~
cause dawn is the serious release from this child's world