Coupons in the Rain

Waiting for you
to open the mail
you show the world
how you fail
but
time and again:

You keep me safe.

It is just so simple
how you focus in
and you get punished
for your sin
but
its time to set sail

You kept me safe.

You keep in a safe
your treasures deep
and your friends
you keep from me
you laugh at us
in mockery

because its too deep
to carry me...

well this surface changes me
in depths you can never see
already you are there as a gift from me
I'll keep you safe.

I'll keep you safe...
seemingly randomly
where is your coupon?

Thank You
for being here.

Balance (written 2/14/1992)

Balance it
it's either too much or too little
balance it
when it feels this way
we both
separate
Balance it
then we come together
again
without trying
and join
balancing it by ourselves
but balancing it
together.

Peaking Isis

It's first come first serve
not soft serve
it's been hard so long.

Wearing a cone
like an injured dog
blindsided
and missing home.

The door is open
and I'm on my throne
no need for orders
because the wish is done.

Just park that thing
and take my hand
project to heal
whatever is sick surrounds.

Commanded and fulfilled
first one inside
calm

serve.

Endurance (Fantasy of Other Levels)

In the honest longing
of the age that keeps calling
to become occupied
projecting healthy insides
repetitive reparations
the year doesn't just begin to end.

Going for a ride
working hard.

didn't you see
the expression of me
how confusing it is to be
through with the looking glass?

Distortions
Contortions
Passions

To touch in flesh
to understand the sense
how hard it can get.

So real
entangled entwined
repetitive sea shell nations
selling down by the sea shore.

Can't not help

Let me demonstrate

Wrestle me

Mind the music

It's for you

It's for us.

Can Not Not Love

So there you are
back again
aging beautifully.

Find and see
healing me
a love base
in the stars.

Waging war
Morning Star
who you are?

Named the tag
in riddle I explain
singing like the sparrow.

So we decide

this journey to take

as if we could emphasize
upon reality's quake

where the river must lead
and the boat makes

ripples in energetic
superfluous meanings

trying
to be writings.

But expressions of humanity
lost in the barking of dogs
heard by the one

being accused as shallow.

Shall that one not be choosy
to serve?

Full House

The image of her body
holding wet memory
to enter the gate once again
expressing sweet nothings
explaining concussions
to jabber away...

holding in the pattern
repeating visions in matter
that terror of missing escaping

discharging chagrin
of the sickness of sin
racing to begin again

bullets jigging
little earthquake raking
a form of healing so hideous

only twice can that taste
cause the held image to stagger
in reality of twenty and four later
the magic of the words
engorging the herds

worlds away
children you say?

The dust settles with her cards on the table
and he excuses himself to secretly flush
the royal seed...

he thinks:

"She has beaten me."

The Bridegroom's Nurse

Only one dream
recurring
and the theme
is reassuring
that behind all the foreplay
my bride will be coming.

Nothing more fantastic
than hers and her orgasmic
drinking of the darkness
just to cure his light.

But she has no reminder
of hidden places
more diviner
wanting the running water
to cure her insanity.

She washes his sin
to play once again
and soon
she is coming
no more dreaming.

A Muse [Without Fail]

All the resource goes
to construct of the moat
there within the castle king hides
devoid of entertainment
but wise
exuberant frugality
exorbitant joviality
you can hear him laughing inside.

And when the drawbridge falls
with the invitation to enter in
all the expensive fun
turned into memories of kids
distracted rushes in...

It is his.

Feel the tower keep
watching and working.

Summer's Hunter

Saturn has beautiful tricks
stretching out its limits
thirty years eight times it takes
and that is lightening quick.

Antares awaits its opposing limb
Antares debates with its warring twin
Antares now appears
getting the colder shoulder's analog
(both are well read.)

Mars high on its elbow grease
now moving as the transit pass
   
     Venus - Moon - Sun

Dancing the solar belt
in triplets these things seem
doubled at each junction
conjoining names

Allegorical entertainment
mimicry and mockery
facetious spare tires
the Summer Hunter
is slim and plump
the belly the eye of a Scorpion
the horn of a Carriage
the altar of a Bird
and there is the third
unmentioned...

The Eagle to accompany.

Saddle Light Waves

Ain't gonna win no nascar race
but went for a test drive
as the moonshine wanes.

And many gallons you will see
Shiva me timbers is moving.

And Abraham (Jew Pater) falls
upon the Angel's Ram
the Virgin lay's out her full hand
with the wheat and corn
coming in your yard.

To Anticipate the Coming Valley of Mercury

That blinding dawn
anticipating the scent
of the signal sent
shining twins
glistening
entering again
some paradise
in between
fusing the ash
rushing off the dust
burning.

Dusk moon rising
leaving the follower behind
again reflecting
inspiring
filling her emptiness
with the self already complete
quicksilver replete
as always half a body does
all these actors do.

Forbidden worship
passion scorned
this sweat drips for her more
hidden spirals
dancing in efficient golden salinity
ready to repeat over
and over
and be a fraction of the desire before
a seed
absorbed
blinding the arrows of a lethal dawn
with Lucifer conjoins
so hot going in
opposite directions.

The Field of a Dozen Dead Tribes (Part One)

I

Their arrival at the gate
the beginning and the end of the date
where they had agreed
to trust each other at the finish to leave.

The gate was gaping open
more than living communication
this was the threshold of the field
of the fallen fold.

They both knew
the social mistakes they made in conversation
but what they were about to do
would trod that false skin in to oblivion.

II

Like awakened he suddenly grabs her
in shameless banter uncaring
of his bad breath
ignoring the softness of her breast
he says:

You'd better run in that field of dead stones
did you bring your phone?
because otherwise I guarantee you're alone
your screams and your pleas
are all this monster longs for now
feed it and survive the night.

Like from some coffee house fairy tale
just here only death and no caffeine spell
she feels no shame in his coarse hands
but she resists to feed the monster
and says:

You foolish boy I thought you were a man
you will never satiate this monster you awake
I will escape to survive this contrived night
and dance upon your limp corpse
singing in delight.

III

They both were repelled by one another
feeling the guilt in the darkness of their word
but even worse was the smile of the monster
even better they'd awoken.

That last primal communication
in eye contact they have chosen
there was more than the physical corpses
surrounding this moonlit night.

To obey the fangs they've been barking
he stood his ground
and she began running
only returning one look back leaving
her phone safe in the bushes
making sure he had seen
and out of turn
she screams:
I'm never alone Kid
and he dreams
about what she means
and in a tender thought he thinks
standing in the shadow
of a twisted tree:
I'll bet she means me.

IV

The thought that forms
rappelling down the spine
regurgitated back up
from heart beats blind
like a weasel in mythology
these steeds are ready to part
from the traditions of these twelve tribes
only about half of which are stars
visible in specters of light
enlightening the grass
where life will breed
they grind and collide
their emotions in kind
destructive play
in an attempt to satiate
and survive this contrived night.

V

In her heavy breaths
so steady she's been training
occurring to her just this moment
is her wayward unladylike behaving
surprised that not all her wet
is sweat.

Oh to what end will be upon my hands
when I'm full of his seed will he still
my heart again and steal
my feet from the ground leaves
what he has awakened
this monster is quaking
but my feet are pounding
longing for his harsh hair
and as she speeds through
the shadow of a crooked tree
she dreams of how passionate
tonight's sex will be.

VI

And he waiting
he holding a cigarette would be
if he were as weak as common men be
and a tear forms about where this life has lead him
and the erotic joy he will soon experience
a second thought about the loneliness
his physicalness tries to cure
with his prowess in his style of sexiness
however tomorrow will be just as cruel
but this night his love
is his object ready to be fucked
he heard that naughty tone she had
he thought about hiding her phone
but she would get mad.

VII

She stops
this is where I'll hide and pray
that he comes upon my body quickly
because tonight I'm hot
and right now I've got vigor
and it won't be long until...

shhh she breaths and calms the infant's thoughts
about the random bodies around the course
and she brings herself down into the party
thinking if he can't do it I'll finish it
getting credit for owing no man her climax.

VIII

He begins to run
after her to bring fruition to this fun
and then he'll rest
beside her flesh and take what he truly needs
through his mind pumps what is rare
not the orgasm ten thousand times he's been there
but the smell of her sweat
while his palms caress
in over sensitive cuddliness
we'll talk about tomorrow's chores
and close the windows on all his previous whores
and her hand on his chest
laughing at their shiny godliness
even over a truly bad joke.

IX

Knowing the yin and yang
Knowing they both are the same
Interchange
They are bound by this wonderful love
And this perfect dream
This date supreme.

Shivalry

Enamored in armor. 
Sitting alone in the castle 
The knight watches the sunset 
with his maiden dancing with her husband in silhouette
happy she is safe and strong 
but for the sadness of dawn. 

The concubines bring him meals 
and try to comfort his squeals 
but he just says leave me alone.

Wallowing is some spiritual sacrifice 
that only he and his imaginary angels believe. 
Some Middle Aged fool.

The Definitions of Unworthy Words

Spent casings
in the makings
spiraling in tests as the bullet head flies

recharged and artificially enlarged
pumped full of unleaded energy

mockery repeatedly
pat on the back acceptedly
approved and proven a man.

This lingam limp in olden time
had its last dance and she did shine
the shoes of tight skin
and happy alcohol sippin'
the vestige of the dictionary
stopping the shredding of the gunpowder lust.

Shoot off at the mouth
red bull in the house
diminishing in silence as the soul within hides.

A Dawn (My Ruddy Male Heart)

Just seeing the silhouette through the veil
my powerful heart beat real ruddy and male
making me more than I seemed before
like conversations that disappear.

This mirror I made
a keyword in the media today:
is the sickness the chicken crossing the road
or an existential ground up toad?
For a witches brew
in my horseless carriage I go
to fulfill my shopping list
the echoes I kiss
on the lisp.

A cusp of the hollow stance
a punch and a dance in the most high sun
or in the full moon run
it is these little things growing to know
the subtle outline around the veil shows
shadows over time shorten and then throw
off their existence like a bat in the dawn
I thrust back the curtain to gain
my naked eyes layed upon the light that comes
so blinding in the beauty
being hidden from me I burn.

She slowly slides back the veil and laughs
because my ruddy male heart she's won.

Partial to Her Riddles

Empty handed and cloaked
joked and stoked
inspired
for real

let go flow
grow

contact
rained upon
unwritten thought known

again alone here speaking more
conversation in soul
fog held on
go

fractal don't show
simplicity on how protection woes
warring in battle external program embedded

assured devils smile at one another
dancing in needle portals
holding

open handed
heart construct
above to look up
not the first
not the last word

yes or no?

effects to be wrought out in dreams about
the hesitation made in decisions
bronchial shape
ripping oxygen
even
reduction to the place of honor
return
caught on the horizon
like a thousand women
unverified
leap where no light escapes
and torn in two and boiled
time increased the cook

Vespertilio

At the bottom of the world
Rising a soul
When the sun had just set
Venus at her peak
Shining the ashen evening light
Another brick in my wall
Nothing but net
Conceived in the hoop
Springing to life
Taking a breath
The Lybat
Vespertilio I give thy name.

Welcome to my world Morning Star
Have a seat
Feel Free.

On(e) Home

The Tree will let you count its leaves
The Tree will let you stare
The Tree will let you carve her name
The Tree won't leave you bare
The Tree will let you cut it down
The Tree will grow again
The Tree will out live your love Man.

Holding its memory in its sap.

Evaporate humidity
atmospheric conditioning
treat The Tree like it wants to be Man
and you will still be there.

Fruit of the Soul

Dimensionless the fruit
of the soul you must eat
it sits on the table
before and thereafter
to be picked at by the sneak
who during the meal nibbles in fast
smiling at the treasures he has.

And as written upon the curtain
their chatter
of banal matter
still sitting on the table untouched
is the endless supply of the soulful lust
screaming in real irrationality
to be devoured by the likes of anybody.

Then that dessert
that pie
the overturned table
still the endless supply
suffering the payment of labor
and the elusive control and punishment
of the slack soul devouring
the infinite crumbs of their semblance of rationality.

Poison Tips

What's all the hubbub?
gimmie a high five atl-coatl
shooting you'd be
no flesh at all
every hot wheel
I 'n' you for a ride.

What's all the hoopla
twisting the plot
this primitive psychology
got me all bothered.

All nasal
blowhard
as if the soul
healed your eccentricity
as if you yourself
held the key
to electricity
cosign my sin
and fill 'er up
Wave.

The cavity
Eros the journey
little chubby lover boy
as if any prize was more majestic than me!

I can hear your numbers approaching
MY infinity.

Fly

Blind the fold
palate the visual field
paint your scent
down my throat
intrude
display
chant the image you can't withold
keeping the rhythm with your scold
make new the energy
refuse to grow old
this twisted tongue
tortures my come
there are things so wrong
that would destroy you pure
and then I'd laugh
so immature
alone you stroke
quick in this weak end
I'll show you the enemy
it's quite a handful
it's so wrong
dark and mistaken
slowly slide
these word corrupt to become a frown
for no smile I seek
in contorted bones
thrust
psycho drone
hurry and come alone
come back home
and heal.

Television

Down by the shed
I saw the rabbit dead
and the Pleiades overhead
ramming the pile of shit instead
roadkill
but the shades are cool.

Down by the shed
the rabbit I named
Arnie
and in the box with the other dancing star
not as bright as Sirius by far
red eyed on hiatus
her hair matching
no free lunch
just an absence of air.

Down by the shed
the twins are fall
in the eastern sky at dawn
and the fox is silent
in vanity I warn
the horn in the wax of the crown
the Lion growls.

Down by the shed
the grey skies torn
in darkness rounded the ration
the fingers fitting the glove
of the skin because
artificial being born
to replace the original
mistaken before
every copy.

Down by the shed
after the occult of blood red
the glow lost in shadow
and will come again
that second hand shine
sinister in wine
weeping
no contact.

Down by the shed
the rabbit still dead
roadkill from the northern
most light
tip top
ship shape
occlusion great
horseless and paved
the trail leading to the shed.

They

are good
with tools...

and have mapped all the stars
but one they lose.

Roadkills end trails
are tails.

Finish Chant

The poor traits
and the barking dogs
the seven mountains
and the wrestling scars
the interactions of seasons
and the overlapping of words meanings
cars exhausted the helical stars.

Matching the work of ages past
with colours and sins
of grammatic lasts
carving new paths
so put upon.

Out of sync
in mistaken pranks
little Jack sharpens
his wit
and masks
the mess on his hands
from the righteous meal
of heaven's bread
like the lion's heel.

Paint for me
new genes
that trickle down
incoming things
shiny and playful
the age of bursts
novae
words.

Underly the line in error
develop the negative
and smile
in the mirror
for living again is the treasure suffered
let's go in shallow composition
dirty our feet.

In shame bread
the beginning of the spell
dwell
in ironic emotionless print.

Oh - if I could only die!

Just Before Halloween

Burn the hay bale to ash
while catching the breeze's hot release
letting its sparkle fly
in the face of the first rays
of shame radiantly display
as if it were one and its own mind
just one venting and drinking
waiving its own being
technique to divide
come bind the names
pleasure is base
unzip and spiral away
like the terrible efficient galaxy
combined just greater than three lovingly
an irrational cherry on a mean golden apple pie
progressing and impressing
the rising Virgo.

Venial joviality
good clean fun
conjunction come.

If it violates a code
the bill will be placed
on the table
and take the trick like
the lapping of liquid candy.

Wine and squeal
for water.

Wax and reel
in the Altar.

Splash the midnight Eagle's blood
on the fishes face
eating the holy last meal
happily and quickly.

Suck the straw
from the culled cup
Zahariel fucks in front
the holy yard
she's screaming
for another Mars bar
accepting
Jupiter from behind
looking forward
craving
more of the sweet conjunctive sugar.

Come not
too early dingbat
consummate this union late
trying out this alien costume
like leaping Elektrum
waving from Aerial's earthly throne
Adam's family growing
before the Lilith then Eve.

Harvest inconsolable fire
and tell the tale
breeding into worlds entire
relax
and carve the Jack red
for the offspring
smashed in the shimmer again...

a start to confession
of the crown's brilliant Sin
before Winter's begin.

The Coming Sin

Like a Lunatic 

she comes early.

Just like Venus
she lags behind.

Now they both wax
opposites siding the sun.

Quicksilver turns and dives in the mix
to join the fishing party
the first day of Mother's morning
to harvest the shrimps on the Barbie.

The boat's on the Eucalyptus
so regular like a little kitten
cute as a koala
excited about the maelstrom's past
the scythe and sickle so subtle a difference
silly and hovering on the border down under
wanting to stay
covering the mirror
wanting more next time around.

So the vacation begins
finally hidden again
slowly falling to try to match Mercury.

Come Quickly!

Ilmatar: The Dawn of another First Day in the 43rd Year (The Occultation of Venus)

In the place of Kiwan there is a stationary voice.  A little lion's king.  Timbre at the pit drinking water.  The Regulator singing.  And Saturn is the key wand at evening shines but I skip too far ahead.  There are seven masses, yes seven centers, and they follow as ordered on that day rising in descent as seen:  Sin - Libat - Aria - Nirigh - Bil - Nbu - Shamish. The energy had risen full already erect and hidden above and coming down prolific, auspicious, virtuous, resplendent, and sublime.  A thunderous heart red beats in triplets in key with the two directly above as jolted onward from nutritious bread intaken from below. The base appears hidden then to pussyfoot first above the crown but quickly finds its place but this half skips ahead and the former is late.  When the root becomes exposed the crown and eye remain bright.  Finally in full radiance only the First and Last remain visible:

  Then those rings rise

invisible to the eyes

and set hidden out of sight

down under my horizon

the horns within The Eye

or some negative like turned on

end apparent combined

masses

all hell breaks loose and outspoken

is replication

into a base sexual vessel

like warriors thrusting ingested

Hey-Zeus circulated

that quickens the lucid frenzy

in lingua never heard

in screams seeking to climax

the imagination and the virgin shaman...

...lastly calm darkness only visible is the key wand that skipped a head in the mud already to rise again like bringing oxygen to his children: Saturn in the Djinn smoke shines like the tip lit of a Ziggurat in honor.  And when Kiwan is finally gone a Paradise (as if this description hadn't fit a thousand times); the sea beasts once again rise all the way on the other side.

Anymore would describe a second day

the next day

of All Mother.

Ether

Ether on the inside
in the mind
reiterate

Perpetual romance
thorns

Elemental

Ether

Misty woman
a foggy harangue
sitting in honor my subject
self related harlequin
appreciation
riddling again
calmin'

The ether stalk
constant
unchangeable
unmoveable
ever present
budding
over conscious
taking action

Seeking more
singularity
the sign
and the warn
the worn
torn apart
convalesce
coalesce
gathering light
raging in darkness

Yet Ether
oh my Ether
there you are
complete
and in this ache
standing apart
there is nothing I can give
but this entertainment
of your childish
rebellious spirit

Ether grows
in terrifying greatness
I look you up.

Journey of the Mudskipper

Ash to Ash
Eye to Eye
for the first time
equal shine
rise again

Enlighten the uninhabited mouth
linger in phosphorescent chain
to maintain territory
display in the mudskipper
the strength of moist guttural breath
that energy that reproduces flesh
flash in the core
encephalized spine
luminesce
fire electric
come
emerge from the sea
breed Earthen sons.

Take a ride down
the water slide
The Gorgon budding
beauty stoning
high & dry

The spider wacked out
forty years to climb
for the first time
just not a rind
not too high
barely aware
just prepare for the summer's twins.

Gone fishing
nappy neck
pass the heart
and the instrument
fin :

Oh eye storm once again Jupiter

Caress the breast
passing the cup
fin :

Let winter start
in the womb to carve
speak of the racer
put away
black car to crow
fin :

Soul stands center
out of the fare tale fall
Saturnalia
crossing Saturn itself

Through the lamp it thaws
onto the panicked pipe
the spilled pool
splash
rolled the dice
into the deep spring
to end injected like a
Hook.

Conceived in absence
over a moon
raise the Altar
emergent summer's egg
and the vacant tongue goes down
to the ashen eye
of the Eagle twins
on opposite fields

soon sleeping
nested
in evening
retro rise.

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.

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.

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.