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.