Ashamed to Weep

And there I was entering the dark chamber
where filthy diseases and crookedness dwell
twisted wicked trees and foul bogs
but peace from men and judgement
expectations and tauntings
just solitude and the moon.


And there I sat reasoning and planning
fleeing from an ego that's suffering
head spinning from tales and rules of men
to keep the lines defined
and the money coming in
somehow I check myself in judgement
but my heart won't quit
and hopes that all who join in that which makes us weep
are destroyed.


Where has this enemy cropped up?
where is it's lair?
who devises the instuments that haunt me
that have fed me since birth?


Black & White
Dollar Signs
on the airwaves so solid and empirical
there are dimensions unreal
and the spectrum unseen
the sound vibrations minus the compact corpuscules
of oxygen, carbon, and nitrogen
imagine the emotion that burns away Earth
feel the fury that chases a former Heaven away.


And in here lonliness I pray
that to be prey to something wild
would be an honor
but in this barren womb
there are more packs of cigarettes
and more pride in politics
to fear a tick and a slow debilitation
to cut down the clover
and poison the dandelion
while children are starving...


Did you hear the thunder?
the octave of vengeance
the panic of holiness
in the face of defeat by wickedness?


Just silence
and the rustling of leaves
Angels speak
and I am ashamed to weep.

Birch

I silently approached her in the dark
and wrapped my arms around her
she held me on the edge there where I did not fall
her white skin shone in the shadows
the reflection of the moon
my hand slowly carressed to find the seems
then I peeled it off but not rough
now it kindles this flame
wet or dry just the same.

One

Now I assume it's Hume
and a discreet packet;
a short Planck;
a tic a tock--
it is a monk building knowledge
as he punches the clock;
it is meaning just rewards a to z;
it is the vibe that holds one down
and the love that pulls them apart;
it is the echo that resists the idea of the blasphemous door;
it is an octave and one hundred forty four;
it is the strings that are elecrtic on harp;
it is the wolf Fenrir that rams the heart;
it is the myth;
it is the law;
it is a simple repeating phrase that's all.

All Myths

First reading I see my face
like wandered in in dreams
undefined and cloudy ponder
on chaotic plunder
split wood generating heat.

Subsequent readings lines defined
well outlined and tangents stream
a mirror of objective fruits
picked from Earth's consciousness
ordered in allusions.

Mirrored light in geometric completion
molecules of soul confined
to heights unequaled in even Heaven
a convergence of knowledge of forgiveness
final reading I see my face.

Small is the Media

Let me pronounce and denounce public imagery in a few small words:
in extremes they are dreams and rarely appeal to the audience that's heard:
they fantasize and hardly realize their pontential in the world
for they are kept from the scene
by dark beings mean
hordeing all the worlds
to brighten their lives
by selling for momentary monetary fiscal rewards
at the expense of their kids and their kids' kids.

(errors and misspellings sold separately)

The Bustling of the Worker Ants

Fallen on this ball
but that not here to play
although just that for a season anyway
but only a brief season and a play at play.

Proper speech and an insight
reluctance to learn
open is what shall come
what you see is where your from.

Oh but there is so much to say
to appear as plumb and plump
fit and fiddling
swimming
like a butterfly sociallite.

Socially light but deep connections
weilding a sword
there
the stone hewn
masters wear the brand
taken down thousands
heart speech
properly let loose will decimate
false and formal sentiment
while out of the wilderness
this emotions contemplates
and burns great
to cleanse the relationship
to know where we stand
I am
and the birthright is fulfilled
where no men wrangle
over dots of i's
or the crosses of t's.

Porridge

An old soul laughs so deep
an even older soul feels younger
and the posture that prays for information
while it drops in the lap
like a scroll ready to be read
just brushed aside
to exclaim in a joyous dance of thanks.

Copies Write

Cops are out
and the copies right
I raise my fists
to mock a fight
but a black probe drops
out of the blue sky
to hand me a ticket
cause I disobeyed mine
these laws that formed
when the mirror broke
tongue protrude
for the death stroke
drumming up unseen spirits
out of hand this ticket is it
a circle around a c
gives me the deed
and the royalties
confined within this little puddle
the eddie self aware
sitting up on the tippy top
cast your eyes above
you power monger
war believer
pusher
see the sudden thunder
from your true place of origin
that came after you
to jump start you
to love evreything you've done
but make it new
look up
I am the One.

Investments in Thunderstorms

Like in a long drought

sudden unusual darkness

wind kicks up the dust

and thunder is approaching

flashes in the clouds

run for cover

or soak up the coming

of the storm outside the door.

Here there is a sentiment

that tortured emotion exercises

it sees the possibility

yet dwells in the midst of greed

seeking isolation it is told

its presence needed

and this holy grudge

meloncholy.

Absent in solutions prayer had won

alone bad son

music rises into the outer dimension

seen had been plain as day

rain comes again

and this pain.

Like regaining solidarity

hair getting long

flute in ragged condition

to play to the audience

the grip keeps sliping

and the wind is raging

small floods make the way

down the weeded paved roads.

When she can't be found

alone in riddle I sit

get on in business

to maintain this holy temple

with all excess baggage

the downpour washes

the grass downtrodden

and wine stains the clothes

with plastic and cotton shares

holding the facade that divides.

Grave situation seeking silence

upon the fallen stones in rhythm breathing

all narrow passages of air music hearing

all veal oil I in pasts of profit screaming

hyper vent restrictions of information forming

a barrier and a breakaway society sad

and adhere I place my offering on the altar

hoping in life sustaining returns and imaginings.

Humpa Dumpa

Humpa Dumpa sappa uppa'n a wall street...
Humpa Dumpa watcha'n da Dow Industrial plummet a fall...
Humpa Dumpa c'n no longer kappa uppa da Jones...
Humpa Dumpa cracka three piece suit in da fall...
all da horseless kings na all da horseless men
day rust affa da harm day bring pon dem all...
ba rump.

So Humpa Dumpa na round ta enforce proper English like law.

Flute in a Cave

The echoes I herd
and channel through the burrow
carry away my prayers
as if they were there
but to contemplate
an usure fate
and freedom of will to explore
I am determined
to abstract the lore
and all the laws the eddies provide
the clicks and the ticks of clocks
the caravan
and masses of rocks
where the melody
is sure to play
the basic entity
repeating
owning the deed and the copyright
sow the harmony
as time's dilations
reverberations
in plain frustrations
worrying on formal titles
waves and frequencies
the pipe is a bit too engaging
when echoeing
and not talking
or performing.

Protruding Sword

How is it you are well behaved?
When the bucket has dipped you dry.
How is it you are well oiled and paved?
When your conscience is higher than mine.
How is it we swim in the same water?
When mine is insane.
How is it we raise the same children?
When One is the king.

I for my part will sing;
you for yours will be answering:
"The Lord is with you...

right and left hands in the mirror are the same

Astro-Break-Up

Could only serve to precipitate an emotion so dense
it would collapse in on itself
and no amount of candle power would illuminate
this new star from far away
and it could only be called to approach singular isolation
in contemplation of past events and their horizons.

Spiritual Truth

Mating souls exposed
out among the starlight
pinpricks of blood
seep through portals pure
the mask enspaced
covers this race
that fights erotic allure
with tales of love and sin
to heighten this celestial tour.

Overtime

I was like a worm
travelin' through forty years
benefiting no souls but my own
because these truths are self-evident
and clear:
gonna feast on the majestic ones
and flesh of kingdoms
and when it's disclosed I'll need the fig leaf no more.

This is punish meant to amuse angels;
been workin' overtime for love for sure.

The Number of a Man

From the bridge facing west
there the spheres begin to set
they are larger than they appear
and strike deep fear
to the knees man is brought
an explaination sought
dissemblance god-like resemblance
the beast is dead
left is bone shards of the majority of its head.

Parallel Images

Wings wrapped around in mind
these parallel images of mine
the terror paralysis fairies try
to culture explainations just in time
but there aloft the city dwells
gates open like a broken wheel:
"We've come to ask just how you feel."

Expensive Slacks

There is an event horizon
where you look back to see
the children and a belly button
you feel still real
and just as you thought
that dawn had arose
there goes an engine
in hot wheels you chose
to change and altar the future
to make the present sacred
but your still here
cause love never goes.

Fractal Recurring Errors

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.

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.