Iceberg

The iceberg was there
and they all pointed
and a couple of crows stood proudly atop.

The iceberg got close
someone said:
"Is that a lawn on there?"
no one answered.

The iceberg got closer
and it bobbed so the crowd moved away
thinking it was dangerous.

Then this horrendous rent
sounding twisting metal
that what they feared was here.

The iceberg was deep, huge and wild
and tore apart their unsinkable ship
as each soul froze
in the life stealing waters
the iceberg began to melt like bitter tears
and all that was left was bones at the bottom of a hole.

A Horde that is Nomore

Surrounded and hounded and bound by a sound of a horde that is nomore.
Perplexed and vexed and trapped and taxed and skinned...
by an undisiplined
well plumbed city
where its waste is unseen--
so, unseemly is its destiny.

Plumed and assumed
in heart flexes the doom
soon to come
in matter that is batter;
see the ocean of the brains?

And an answer but too fancy
on the border the destroyer
dances coming as a friend
and transformer
no tears and pain and no mourners
for a horde that is no more.

Ocean's Dream

War torn
battle worn
dripping water erosion
sea of consciousness
wild waves battering to occlusion
heart of stone
surrounded alone
weird weather shake off
and laughter denile of
toxic water hereafter risen
above gills to lungs freezing
sea green glass Atlas
deluge of throne universal
darkness behold no Sun Moon
no Stars bright to blind unified mind
solid state Belial berate deride till bookends
welcome to Earth friends.

Enmity

Wander in the small patch of woods
to gather some to kindle a fire
to practice for a time
that is past.

Circle they in power of numbers
the pilgrims with candles
progess to a time
that is future.

Seen they who come in darkness
this fun must be hidden
in a panic time
instinct.

They who chase after profit
fish sticks to worship
the descendents
still battle.

But these roots they dread
hidden in him this head
past by the dwellers of darkness
poisoning the body and Earth
as the shaking quake
the illuminating snake
slithers past their laws
secure in the thought that Moon and Sun
can't compare to these boots
that dance in energy
of the seed
so bright and shinning
before the dawn
the gift of love
powerful perfection in a mystery
to be present
goodness gracious
the past without aknowledgement
and this fire
warms the Soul.

Reaping the Royalties

The green light from the cracked door
frightens and outrages the raze
of the cosmic rays
in to meaning less background noise.

Toys continue on the belts
and the assembly gathers in clouds
to reign the rain
outside children playing on their harps.

To accompany meaning and its sway
protuberant high caloric nutrients
cut down the weeds
and smoke ascends forevermore.

But coming again in this stream of consciousness
a conscience and a glane at scars
upon the flesh and the heart
to steer the oars of choice
to see the stars once more
to behold the open door
the green light blazing
and the welcoming with eyes closed
the dancing energy that holds the copyrights
to all the songs of the Lord of lords.

Monarch

Despite onlookers
in spite of the social mask
my eyes are fire
for with this fulcrum
the leaf ledge and lever
production of the lotus pad
for my hollow bones to rest upon.

Death and the judge
the Earth does run
and these pads are for walkin'
these cycles of patterns
kindled the fire
this motion and emotion
breath of blood filled oxygen higher.

Consciousness and the transfer of electrons
elektrum and the drum clouds of heaven
there the monarch sipping clear water
just to rest the butterfly effect
hot heat production
trying to be helpin'.

And this raiment
pulsating in green, yellow, & red
there does the cosmic truth sit
as she crawls up
in molecular machines
the proboscis striking dread
mind yourself & act natural
and to take flight one life flys
a long journey ahead.

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.