These erroneous impressions in snow
are of Angels don't you know?
They are of Kings & Queens
and special things
like dawns before the light does show
making birds sing at errant hours
and innocence believe in childish things
but in the background there dissipates a laughter
calling home the mistaken ones
and their deeds that in shadows do dwell.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
The Dread Road Sown Solid Alone
Slow the flute plays
as meanders the spirit
in currents welcoming
even the evilest of creatures
so innocent in my heart
they peep out wearing sunglasses.
But I cannot be concerned here in paradise
only following my own choice
to lift my head in a promise spoken
by so many that do not judge
this sentiment may it be sown.
Look here how the war does fade
and the laughter gradually grows aware
where blood is left only to stain
the unwise actions
of the adolesent beastly brain
concerned with technology and power.
There, up there
out there they ride by so fast
they've come of age at last
and have their matcbox
broom broom beep beep
tonka truck rusting deep
and the plastic wheels degraded
children in myths they faded
and a dragon feels mocked
but his strength is forever.
For the profits
growls the lion
owning the copyright
and the deed
drop a dime
no requests only dictation
for it is mine
self taught
self existent just as I
the dread road is rough young master
but its rewards are infinite.
as meanders the spirit
in currents welcoming
even the evilest of creatures
so innocent in my heart
they peep out wearing sunglasses.
But I cannot be concerned here in paradise
only following my own choice
to lift my head in a promise spoken
by so many that do not judge
this sentiment may it be sown.
Look here how the war does fade
and the laughter gradually grows aware
where blood is left only to stain
the unwise actions
of the adolesent beastly brain
concerned with technology and power.
There, up there
out there they ride by so fast
they've come of age at last
and have their matcbox
broom broom beep beep
tonka truck rusting deep
and the plastic wheels degraded
children in myths they faded
and a dragon feels mocked
but his strength is forever.
For the profits
growls the lion
owning the copyright
and the deed
drop a dime
no requests only dictation
for it is mine
self taught
self existent just as I
the dread road is rough young master
but its rewards are infinite.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
The Gig
And them I call out
in the energy I hand up
existence comes down
to rustle the leaves
and the chatter of engines
steam the road block
such surprise curiostity
courage and indifference
the goose family they swim by
and the deer I shot at in rhythms
it was I alone
and it was understood.
So in jest to the shaman imagination
a request:
"One day during the hunt
if you could play the drums
and make all the animals come?"
a reply in jest:
"If you are that humgry."
in the energy I hand up
existence comes down
to rustle the leaves
and the chatter of engines
steam the road block
such surprise curiostity
courage and indifference
the goose family they swim by
and the deer I shot at in rhythms
it was I alone
and it was understood.
So in jest to the shaman imagination
a request:
"One day during the hunt
if you could play the drums
and make all the animals come?"
a reply in jest:
"If you are that humgry."
Friday, May 6, 2011
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.
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.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
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.
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.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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
$$
^
~
dead
cha ching
chi choice
revenge
refined gold molten
see theonepattern
repeated infinitely diverse
that is not the beeping of a alarm clock
it is the cheering of a great crowd
just one voice
owning the copyrights
and getting all the royalties
who is the richest?
refined by the master
redefined by the fire
taking over
what have you got?
bring that judgement
keeping them in business
fear of death done
Care for torture
worst case senario
in darkness
lobotomy
something takes hold
the victim becomes king
pierced cut by lovers
in heart a wonder
of wonders
this will destroy everything
burning death
$$
^
~
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?
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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.
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.
Friday, April 1, 2011
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...
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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.
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.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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.
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.
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