whatever you ask
I will slave
may my sweat heal
and my heat enrage
in here the blood never ceases
pumping out in patience

The Will I Am & I Shake My Spear

Wherefore art thou
being that name you bare
me for having my fare share
in all honesty melding together
bore natty silver ware?

Metal liturgy in harsh voice
so similar in material
these atoms and eves twilight
evil twins delight xochipilli
spell me whistling through the pipe.

Lost glyph in meaning pure
several severed chambered heart for sure
and each like a parasite unique
told of true masculinity
but where are they all horseless?

Derisive though it may be
wherefore art thou means just what they say
a name by anyother would exist just the same
base in its quality
right here this heart beats inequality.

(for them all)

Mid-Quest

To scream where echoes should be heard
to enjoy the real walls of the cave
listening for a fire shining
nothing stirs
merely dripping.

The motion lines in this still animation
move as lips to discern a saying
a brain reflecting painting
escaped that one did to search for a song
but not an echo returning.

 

Got the arrow knocked

longing so wrongly

an awful rhythm burning

knees to be falling

yet held aloft

some wind to enter the depths of the cave.

 

The depths of the cave

cold reality

dialated iris grasps in darkness

green gills losing function

homology of a rabbit toothed jaw whistle buckskin.

 

The melody rises in riddles with runes

that would have this journey not even fill a moon

but the villagers and the bride just wonder

"will our shaman be back soon?"

Equal this Sweetness

These molecules made from dust
spring from moments made in lust
and to upon it puts this mask

of civilized marriage vows

in communities to eyes empower
to keep meerly chores and tasks
an affront so I dance and ask:

Are you afraid to cause me pain?
this warrior is well trained
there he sits on an ancient mountain
looking for his soul's Queen
chanting silly rhymes
knowing his power this world is beyond
somehow a consciousness coaleses

eyeing the local flesh

knowing the heights of pleasure he desires

and only how his match

could get him higher

they play at games of jealousy

bribery and money

Do you think you could cause me pain?

I hurt eternally

tortured and twisted

banished and banned

tit for tat

I ain't nothing but a selfish brat

no rebel could surpass me

no fear could conquer me

the threat of torture

is what I live for

bring that thing closer if you equal me

it could never hurt me.

Face It

The alarm
Fire!
Preoccupied I head outside
somehow alone in a crowded room
and no contest in the hall
...

down the stairs - oops - I saw her there

In this intention
corny poetry
I follow no longer in pain or agony
becoming lost in just my self to follow this muse
following becoming lost so far gone I'm found.

This is my turf
dancing like a dandy lion
isolation I revel in
a star in roll I watch her fit in again

Like a spider out here
my somach rumblin'
shiver me timber
pools staring into echoeing

a muse me
in east winds
because even out here
these tender feelings
like exploring unknown galaxies.

Five Kay

Through her Iris that forms in my consciousness
like a mirror I see
the ire
the event horizon that tears at fluctuations of forces undeniable
the isolative sigularity that says:

"don't come a step closer"

But on the outskirts
there I dance barefoot in rough paved art
...

while the ceremonies occur
I silently sit next to her - remembering the flame from her eyes
this memory I hold as a wish just to have touched her shoulder
cause I'd have won the race if it was just me & her...

my goal is to conquer
for really what else mattered that day?

Dream Torment that Resist Love

I've been dreaming about you in all the realities of darkness and light
tormented by ancient possiblities and fights
all the simple friendships one could possible meditate
end up here and there in a fate
beyond reach
like fishing.

These surroundings make me reach for contact
yet I hesitate knowing failure is emminent
yet this hesitate may be wisdom
yet... oh hell

fallen in love with an image
in darkness in dreams
I know me
I wish I could protect myself from you power
maybe only you can destroy your false image.

The Glassy Sea

Sitting here being barely seen
wearing my soul purpose as a screen
I got a miroscope a telescope a telegraph and a dream.


Laid under the sea
these particles make me itchy
the wind flips in decisions like butterflies playing.


Just a little rain
ain't no biggie
lookin' for fame
in frames of code with words to say now I'm seeing clearly.


And then the lightning strikes
twice melting sands into lenses
and the salty tide rises
pulling these wonders away.


Nothing left to say
waiting here again
expecting the sun to rise on time
this beach view is divine.

Single

Rain in chain links
rusted barbed barefeet
miles home concrete
gettin' a free ride.

Appears as if a question I have
to bob and sway avoid the time
propose to the older brother
and ask him if she's mine.

The response I see
heart wrench
not surprised
what expect
no no no
not my fate
a sacrifice
a path placed before my feet.

The adjustments are made.

Bark on the Roots

What is this burden of a social grace?
a butterfly elusive in my face
and at bay a net to catch
when just so simple for this heart to rest.

What are these momentary monetary issues?
killing life in its pursuits
when I want just a tent to rest
these rocks and roots
make for romantic context.

And then my heart is out
like some baseball analogy
and a high five
for banging a grand slam.

Here in wild life forever do I dwell
learning autonomy from the father of pure hell
and in death he smiles
and in pain's his powers
for extraneous and frivilous at this hour
are all that care for him
for the two paths have split
and if one does pit
both end in it.

Across slapped both faces I bark
in chaos I've learned from cars
that a danger to myself and others
I slaughter my public image
for a higher cause
and I wait no more
gather
or
scatter.

Be Bees

A boy and his gun
play acting at gangsta
but in the old miller's gorge
he's just a joker
seeking profit and love.

Notes fly past all the eons
and powers scramble
to harass and harden
the face of the piper pure
and waves of decisions
decieving his visions
commanding his chains be loosed
he walks at the voices
on planks feeling joyous
jumping to waters with life enfused.

But as the trigger is pulled
blanks fly forward
not even moving air
minding baroque written stars
he packs up and hides 'till the coast is clear.

Unkempt Cemetery

Headstone words weathered away
trees fallen in growth again
leaves layered
mushrooms gather in
hallowed television casings
showing plastic flowers still
clinging to life
the chaotical border unherded
knockings of woodpeckers
treating two by fours
ending at rusted nails...

(even at this snails pace
seen is her face
where twisted tears were wiped
from this life and strife)

...and in the proteins and minerals
spirits of chains commanded
for pleasures locked up and away
stay! -- stay!! -- stay!!!

Un-holy fallacy
embalmed for money
basket case
casket race
stones bigger than the jones.

Here lies
lives of men
and the women under them
as soils layer
harden and decay
deposited are rains
with base behaviors
perpetuated
underrated and raped
definitions of persons
rights and picket fences
for horses with no heads.

The clock strikes Cuckoo
and the eggs fall
and shatter
in a dump
a heap
never to become living
but the unkempt cemetery bursts forth into life.

only I in this mirror

For do on I want to write a song
that will reign for some time to come
in all the petty bickering
taking place at my toes.

But it would be too easy
cause the life we live is cheesy
and these rhymes
ain't worth a dime...

foes & fees & fines & fumbled balls
occupying the mind of all sapiens woes
a pile of wisdom in papyrus
here we go on & on & these rhymes abstract us.

The shallow puddle has muddied my shoes
and there ain't no water gettin' any cleaner
no no clearer in the ways of sunshine shining
properly at right angles.

Sow the furnace the fire
fluid abstract super heated particles some say
little green men with rabbit ears
but only I in this mirror.

From the Ridge Paradise (the view of the evening meal)

And as I sat there
the stars began to streak
and the kittens played.

Cozy on this divan
pulled away from my kind
I smiled at how they play.

Then the frightening laughter
and to some unknown distance
across some unseen gap
the hyenas gathered
to take their choice
of the frightened and lame
for this is the command of chains.

And there so sweet
the bride does breed
dancing on the linga
and when overturned
sighing relief
in knowledge of the concieved.

Then the trampling began
the revenge of the thieves of innocence
the ass so strong came to defend
with a soma mana upon
and the gradual awakening.

Does he who works out the will
what he says all creation believes
down in the rocking sea
he believes
where no one else did
or would or could
but the need was like
a maiden in heat.

Now still.
Clear cut.
Smoothed out.
Baby!
but
sentiment of sponge
eddies dissapate
they are a scrappy bunch.

Picked up the bones
of the desolate ones
drilled holes in the hyenas teeth
music began to breathe...

THERE BE WAR HERE!

each according to its kind
the dirge of death did weep
and on rocks the fish I gnashed
and arrows formed
and shot five ways
like tools I formed
and the runes I quilled
feather beads
conquering my enemies.

To the prarie we were called
to look upon what was
with the intention of soul.

And in this cozy place
I did not want to see
like some baptizing dream
the making of locusts hereafter
down in ths energy that
that pulls like tides
that I was incomplete
so I looked to someone else
and gave this dream to him
for the terror I felt
only he could wear.

Barefoot and agile
power and infantile
one over all: Soma Mana.

For born into paradise
they sacked my family
to fill their belly
so my vengeance upon the seat
I sat was harsh
I did not want to see
but I beheld it anyway.

Like punctuation
at the end of a sentence
I voiced at that moment
to take my revenge
and a fire spread
because over it I found mastery.

And there I hid my head
and I became the strongest
and wizest of them all.

And I in each generation
I shepard the nations
King of Kings  &
Lord of Lords
for with these coals
on the thigh I sear
written in the stars
the vengeance of the most high...

until every spirit
of every slaughtered child
is home
I will embrace that jopas once more.

The Last Violent Night

And in that rain that storm upon us
in this violence this child's innocence
covered his eyes with his hands upon his face
and was caught away to where there was no ignorance
for that time was once and for sentience
the epiphenomenal conclusion and forbearance
the rememberance
the acting out of justice for an unjust sentence
for done was the mistake that never was
and then he pulled at his hands asking:
"Son are you crying?"
and he came to be terrified
for staring back at him
was a cloudy dry face
with eyes like a maned young lion
and in a silent growl for years to come was said:
"Harm my mother no more and leave my home."

Turtle, Hare, and Flying Rabbit

Hare is already there
and Turtle hides in his shell.

When Turtle and Hare
were young they played many games
they grew as friends do
and they decided to find new lands together
and when reached the edge of the desert
Hare did boast that his skills were better
and he'd beat Turtle across the desert.

Before Turtle had a chance to answer
Hare had begun his race
of course Hare was quick
and well adapted to the desert
but Turtle slow had to stop
now and again when the sun got too hot
so he hid in his shell from the heat.

When Hare reached the other side
Turtle was there and said:
"Oh Hare you have won the race."
Hare said: "Hey how in hell did you beat me."
Turtle invited Hare into his shell
but Hare did not like that nasty place
but Turtle said it was the only way
he would know of the powers that helped him win.

Now the shell of Turtle was a relatively magic place
and it held the records of time
When Hare entered he learned of the power
and how Turle won the race:

Hare beheld Hare win the race
and when he got there he looked back
to see turtle dead in the desert
where Vultures circled his carcass.

Hare began to weep for his old friend Turtle
then he heard Turtle's voice say
come and enter my shell
Hare thought he was going insane 
but he went and entered the shell
and learned of the power of Flying Rabbit
and was able to master this power
when he awoke from the dream
he transformed himself
to Flying Rabbit and went above the desert
and each time Turtle hid from the heat
Flying Rabbit would chase away the Vultures
and carry Turtle a little farther and faster
and this is how Turtle had won the race.

When Hare came out of Turtles shell
he laughed and said "well done Turtle
we have won" and there was Flying Rabbit
and they all sat to eat a meal on the other side of the desert
and even the Vultures were allowed scraps
and they all danced to music of the land called
Flying Turtle.

Hare is already there
and Turtle hides in his shell.

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.