Moonlight Bleach

Where the rocks are so old
they are bleached by moonlight
where the rocks are so old
this is no longer believed
where the rocks are so old
they are melted and shattered
fermented and battered
where the rocks are so old
they refrain from these sayings
and have heard every rhythm
the waters display
where the rocks are so old
they've forgotten to remember
the science and knowledge
where the rocks are so old
baby land is not home
where the rocks are so old
they have fogotten what's gold
they have listened to war
carriage and horse
drums and jackhammers
rusted metal
poisonous flows
where the rocks are so old.

Her Blurred Last Words

This is the time
it slowly slips away
the guardian toad
keeping me company
on cold hard road.

A fourth dimensional
distraction killing
talking to amphibians
theraputic evolution
mitigation
as they pass on by
dead to the intent
of a child's eye.

The chords
he whispers and picks
yeilding the superior voice
unshackeled choice
box churning
windy music.

Talking- chat
company- brat
maintenance of a rocky time
jump the curb my friend
I cannot not help
it's survival of the fittest
relative the the buzzing tires
my flesh is inviting
keeping me distracted
come on buddy
wear warts carried
see haven's grass
moist due
ephemeral long lost knowledge
just some moments of freedom from road
remember the time ship projections
I Love You.

Wormhole Virus Sayings

One line jokes
creativity chosen
fear for friendliness
social ties woven
cloven

tongue split haven
raise sense for sayings
a dozen jovial expressions
depression weighing
heavy

and this rhythm coming on back
mind slung sling dumbfounded slack
black emotions giving reasons
no fine line in changing seasons
dreary leaky misty treason
growing old dulled senses the reason
hack

reiterate
copy paste
spreading viruses
and teachings heathen

and what is this slowed to haltless saying
mind on knees and tearless praying
forgetting water rushing
social error blushing
and a hand takes hold
to pull her close
and take what she wanted from warnings
abhoring all loving emotion
pain inflicted
hooked inflection
infestation
of poetless sayings pure.

Impianto

Impianto
di morire per la sopravvivenza supremo
per sempre
dolore delle caratteristiche ~
uccidono le curve
dell'impianto.

Soul Day

Secret white noise
Prayer behind doors
imperceptible
herd grazing
all sprawled out
finger tip oxytocin
timed traveled
segmented
correlated

cell phones
reaper village
small random
words
there is no need 
mist right away
edge of grass
code crass
base vase
impressing
ghast
hallowed eve.

OKay

Legitimate intellegence
simple arrogance
hidden in fancy lettering
feeling ok.

Down dumbing
mind numbing
quiet loving
reaction;

carry iron beyond
hand held carrion
drown in stones
best just
ok.

Stretch definitions
mind projections
fault caught reality
incarceration
dedoctrination
immolation.

Several touches
embrace chains
shackles of fingers
heart beats.

It's ok
action word thought
here is now
pain somehow
justification sought
stay.

Have to go
chilly in snow
low down degrading ego
grated in world alone
when power leaks
in water streams
freaks freaks freaks
diligent dreams
geeks.

Ok now this outlasts
the silence of snow
the beat skipping heart
the laughter
the whore
the I bar
made for the home
alone
it's ok now
carry on
life is done
rot in love.

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?
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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.