The Temple II

Carrying carven staff
weight emmense
extraneous pieces hacked off
exertion in tapas
to arrive at the gate
of the temple.

Seated waiting
hearing the music
she says to me
"your staff scared me.
it reminds me of the chosen's
but we know this to be not true."
we waited at the gate
to the temple.

She continued to talk
but the music got loud
I took off my earphones
but still could not hear
saying: "I'm cursed."
she agreed
but then the deafness did fade
and I began to hear her
in my innocence
I assumed she resided
in the temple.

There were mighty men
performing wonderful physical feats
carrying heavy drums
up the path to the garden
moving with ease
in and outside the temple
knowing I was far from this
I asked her a question I cannot recall
then she blushed
and got flustered
thinking I proposed
I told her I did not
and showed her pictures
while waiting
for some response
from the temple.

A huge crowd gathered
and I lost myself
engaged in the work
overcome by the temple.

Repurchaser

As the world grows smaller
so do the battle fields
separated by borders
owned with pride
by banks
fences on the rivers
links in the deliveries
astrological simplicities
little people feeling taller.

Power over audio
singing in the mindless lobotomy
the punishment that comes from living
outside of the clicks and the cities.

The plots of land carved up
the turkey jumping to its last breath
and the endangered eagle
suffering from male pattern baldness:
The Thunderbird is coming...

hear the engine humming
purring like pussy coming
from viewing my monster fallacy
and my wild tongue rubbing
out the flesh from this corpse...

but imaginary this bird does fly
and it certainly ain't no phoenix.

Civil lies theory of mind rise
cease power once and for all.

Repurchaser.

Let Me Describe The Cherubim (Not Confined by The Nicean)

The Chair of Him:
upon which rides
the Bull beneath
bringing the bread
and choice things
the wood split
to burn the wound
from domestication.

Not unlike a wonderful Ferris Wheel.

The Chair of Him:
lofty up above
in the windy heights
spirals the Eagle
sight beyond
and behind horizons
the nest nestled
in Zion.

In heart of Earth the palm tree symbol.

The Chair of Him:
looking from the west
the Man lording over it
Atlantis, Aquarius,
Rome and New York
law upon laws and laws
he does talk and finds
delight in enforcement.

The bare skin of him merely innocent and childlike.

The Chair of Him:
ears in the Eastern Gate hear
the roaring of the maned young Lion
rumbling all heavens and earths
ubound by leaps in times
and fleshes and minds
the being crushing the laws
self generated depths and lofts.

Unretracted paws so soft groomed like diadems.

The Cherubim Jah Seen
in the Hebrew tradition
inherited by him
but non-nicene
just to touch upon
Shiva dwarfs the council
and dances on them
riding the bull he came in on
freeing from ignorance
the freedom of all the myths
for the living being.

Deception of Need

All the Mighty CEOs and their toads
scream in the hollow solid streets
and it echoes and reverberates
like baby children in training saying:
"GET YOUR LEMONADE!"

When the water is free.

Mama We Made a Special Day Just for You

When Mama rumbles you have no choice.
She will destroy your cities and silence your voice.
She doesn't have to acknowledge her rights
and in the graveyard She will dance tonight.

Time's Father (Sought Some Animal)

In each path there lurks an end
that stalks like Jaguar
with no intent to maim
or to just harm again
but to kill and feed its fill

so silent sits a Turtle
with ever so much to say
about decision and choice
and credit and responsibility
the student taps the shell
in question and answer
but in fear the head retracts in
then Blue Jay appears
screaming his way
taking back territory

Sun does set
and paths still are clear
Owl hoots dropping bones and hair
littering the floor of Earth who laughs
at Man plans

dawn does awake
Jaguar's not mistaken
and the shadow casts horns
in its place
stomachs growl then dumb dull thumping
hearing the knocking
he knocks and he knocks
channeling Earth laughs
Woodpecker somehow
steers the stalker's will to be wind
cold and harsh
it seeks shelter

to pass in Man mind
rains on high
watering the devilish bed
where tears once adhered

in midheaven neither infinite
nor infinitesimal
to wonder begins no decision
and ends no choice
the Infant path
when water breaks
death's door does bathe
changing the prison
the solidification
the judgement
and none neither escape
nor grow farther than Father
dancing while awake.

Lots of Riches

Intensive research
refined by the master
redefined by the fire
taking over

what have you got?
bring that judgement
keeping them in business
fear of death done

Care for torture
worst case senario
in darkness
lobotomy
something takes hold
the victim becomes king

pierced cut by lovers
in heart a wonder
of wonders
this will destroy everything
burning death
$$
 ^
 ~
dead
cha ching
chi choice
revenge
refined gold molten
see theonepattern
repeated infinitely diverse
that is not the beeping of a alarm clock
it is the cheering of a great crowd

just one voice
owning the copyrights
and getting all the royalties
who is the richest?

The Wonderous Dam

And here they say there are enemies
an unlikely guide under the stone
and in the path the splash
at the sandbar decision
to cross the road

smooth the water torrents down
and the mammal I cannot avoid
in this hunger and deprivation
like a pet I speak what I told:

"We are lonley
for there is only our kind
and the bridesmaids
await to answer the impulse
to cast off time
and as to approach
they scatter for fear of our spirit
knowing it's our home."

The master smacks the tension
with the paddle
upright and fodder for thought
climbing towards
just a word spoken in ease
and the turtles become protected
leather foot dross thorn worked out
through active participation in spirit
learn not to egnore the base struggle
the silly childish issues
that truth calls
onward toward the hairy pond.

Like the nuclear blast
working on the trees
building warm homes
for ease of friend and families
a testament to forgiveness
into the extreme suffering end
just this case to be said:

"We are lonley
where are you?
They run from us
we are just
deprived and hungry
on this soft moss
in lotus I wonder
what lights the clouds
from just beyond my border
you snowball
you melt in seasons of cycles
where are you
this pool so ancient
perfection in its delicateness
in its ephemeral waver
flickering
these tears give off scent
of your feigned unawareness
or was it just a lesson from a new friend
in childlike joy slapping
Beaver signals
in reflection purterbate
as to how many there really are
yet:

We are alone."

One pond holy
in bound no bounds
a paradise
wonderful subconscious
natural endless dam
wonderous beyond
wonder
because written is the deed
but unaccumulate
into freedom is one.

Atoms (Corpuscles)

The vast chain of particles
in miniscule stretches uncertain
one upon another had come
to observe all knowledge
as it is called upon and seen fit.

In extreme isolation in on itself
eating fruit, tearing the lion,
suckling milk, and building honey
the judgement had come.

In water time cleansed
and in fire inhale smoke
enlightenment inspiration:
accept malediction in uncertain
to be forever auspicious
...dance...

Shhhhhhhhhh

Got the muzzle.
Playing with puzzles.
Childhood haven.
Spirit unshaven.
Got to riddle:

Slackers in shadows of dusty hooves time racing for checkers and profitable games.

While waiting.
Mirror dancing.
Jasper city: antennae.

Grasping

Stretching
Reaching
Echoeing
something

Chaotic borders
about yeah thick
crossed by consiousness
fallow infernal lies
theory of mind
hyper active hypothesis
over active imaginings
web service
spider.

Dates and dining
ends and becomings
reflections on this
what I was
while I am
death slough off
this dingy mess
this theory ununderstandable
unity more than mere thought
grasping stretching
money making
kings of flesh
stomach growling.

World views unattainable
here is what I be
and to the master dictation
hand on stylus
spinning needles and moments
generational crossing
ancestral descendents
lies
theory in mind altering
like galaxies spirialing.

Just one small thing:
I own the copyright
and
I get all the royalties
Look!
Lo!
Behold!

That mote of molten gold at my feet!
Do you even have a crown to cast at me?

In life grasping
In death dying
This is what is coming.

Written In Stone

The angled minds of men
like chipping tools
with agenda
forming tribes and cities and nations
currents in the sea
eddies cropping up against me
setting your army
in the midst of me
but in shadows
where you cast yourselves
for the glory of your leaders
your idols
is the true accomplishment
the treasure only I will see.

The Evening Star

Conception indivisible

invisible behind the soul

come to reach the cusp

forming like sponge

information to last to see

around to visibility

in a core of corpse cycling

wishing to be in evening

a spider walked up to me

and laughed at my complexity

it was part of me

pointing:

"You dog you can

I'll kick you down

crawl up the sprout

then down and out

stories of rain

fire

what have you

back to opposed you

palm due

radial symmetry

do you know even an eighth of me?"

Here be birth again to me.

Been Workin'

I'm returning to the blog the 29th of March 2011
00.38.08.27

I Can't Fit In Your Cranial System

...do you know my codename

for when your disaster takes place

wise and prudent mighty men

you had better call out for Kool-Aid!!!!!...

All Is Truistic Only if All Is Truistic Back

I say I burnt my lips
on a civilized red hot coal
and left some footprints
in words that read:
"One for All and All for One"
and the thunder
broke the Oak asunder
burning all the levels after and before
and the voice from before and after
was new all along.

Them Who Have an Ear Let Them Hear

It is no wonder
that the Earth turns so slow:
it is resting on a turtle.

It is the turtle that called out
and the big bang occurred.

And it was to all the eggs
in the sands on the shore
that came before this one
that it was calling to.

The Nonremeberance of The Heavy Egg

Here my absence is heavy
and my ignorance shame
the lack of understanding jealousy
and to that it falls the blame
for who is to say
what imagines this being
and who is to sway
what is alien to passing

Here is the new knowledge
only inferiority can see
down on the lowest
is cast such sight
and laughter abates
in solitude it grows
and echoes across
till remains
still corpse
at end of the roads
on the oak pole
that which had fallen
into rotten dreams
and rebirthed fables
from fibs of children and the bribe
for bids on the bib the heavy egg called

So in thunder asunder
I say to the leader of all
sacked this sacred grove
the keepers of words
and copyrights
catch this lightning
if you can
and contain this wonder
if you feel mighty man
pass to rest
and on to banter
the holy druid that no law remembers.

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.