The War

Being visited
born in a people believing in error
what have you got
thrown at me
down through the valley
requests to see destruction
in this prophecy
lets go
one turns bears no error
my roll
who is left to accuse
when the king demon is holy
watch where your solo step takes you man
cause I am
not separate from you
nor am I
separate from Earth
what else you got
God?
you in?

Running Barefoot Blending Days Repeat

Quick as ice numb
light as grass silent
nerve rolled over
wind ease present

spring weeds follow
mixed times day Jah knew
again important decision junction

thirst in deafened music blare
human words caught in dead air
revenge is harsh in it's forgiveness seeing none condemned

and the auto crash
awakened out of stupor
look the falsity of the electric rays
rising on the horizon
dawn still far off
in relation to that thought.

The Hour And The Day (A Mad Scientist)

My ride is late
and in the offices they do smile
do they not and laugh to the bank?

The gates have fallen
and are locked open
and I strive to unbelieve
in my pinky
more than all the seas of mustard

Where is my promised ride
certainly no me

few understand
or care to look
and I am envied
cause my bookbag is light for being so heavy
while coins accumulate on the kitchen table
my ride is on time
scheduled in subconscious.

White Water Black Slither

Albino skunk
trickster shifter
stone skipper
colic cough

Ease of thought
cloak in dark
jealous statue
nice shot heart

Hard in truth
plastic flower
isolated words
mammalian hammer

War broken
out on guard
effect of damp
setting time

and every bane that does today
seems to feel it go away
underneath the dying ring
sun forsaken again
for all is done and can't foresee
just simplicity
white back sliver
beaver
heave all undone in under the sky
given the desire for things unknown
going un-herd.

The Days That Follow

Pride in the nation
that raped Mother Nature
in nine moons
an abomination
an eddy in Zion
Frankenstein's Monster
Darth Vader

Godzilla
post WWII mutant monster
just a legend
water broken

Violated first
until semen stuck
at last
smoke stack abyss
suck
in nine months
endure double stamp
she begged for life
caught away
gobbled up rivers dragging on
sea

the birth of a legend
cause false for all rations
nation of wonders imagine no death
see
the days that follow.

Kosmos Background Laughter Lasts

A reflection
on the spectacle
that helps men
see

true contact
improved nature
square
strait lies
line picked up
raked leaves

buying this?

A Reiterate Cliche

Don't go looking at a free horse's teeth.

Some Kind of Wordy Genesis

Faked hairy arms
dim sight
birthright

Enter in kingdom
die on border
ladders

Panspermia people pods in shadow places
replaced from black & white to color
a beautiful exemplary story cure
sure to make some dough
a nothing else matter

Tooting horn of selves
walls come tumbling down
chain of spiral stairs
matching all before with unforseeable errors
a sure cure
hurl

edification of small oral tradition
passed tests memory
mammary
pithy
swearing and cussing
what a fuss
buses and bicycles gasses green
warmed heart special
guest tonight

prayed tired of search
first woman may it be
rebel cat huh seen red
home coming heavy water
a bride for my master in family sent
just another story
meaning sounding neat
and clean cut.

Anthropomorphic Trouble

Assigned to insignificance
meaning in trouble
in and out time
galaxies

love is base and epiphenomenal nonsense
trouble
and nothing but.

Laundry

What have I kept hidden?
What have I lost?
unclear are the roads
these daily rites keep seeking
insignificant are these words
fallen on eyes so dense
thick full of cells layered hidden
lost

What is in my laundry basket?
deer tick spirochette
cork screw for wine bottles broken glass walken
dirty sheets
tiskets and taskets
nurseries suckling the door
lyme for dead wood in bags recyclable had
land for future ranch dorm toes
fungal hedonism growth more
wheat carrots celery and eggs
no dirty laundry instead

Bloody white clothes
is all thats left to adorn my life
and He shows up and visits to wear them well.

The Patient Dog

Begging for twenties in the streets of London
ashamed to ask for an even five in the pubs
following the woman from flat to flat
listening to the opera singing dog
and feeling like weeping
at its beauty.

Next stop hanging my coat to stay
when the hound done performance
next is the patient dog
sitting in back
waiting.

Introduction less than the formal
more than the due
paid still no money
ready for the night as us dog recluse.

Paper Law Fences Making Property Own Humble Survive

In excess
of goodness
exists
formality

law rule division
destroying love's honesty
forcing choices
even in wisdom
hatred spawn
but unsteady
crumbling on foundation
love's perpetuity
passes
through
in continuity and conscience
and the heart of worldliness dies
and roots of kindness
shed no bark
walked upon
by soldiers twisting
from temporary emotions in times of starvation

and the fragile puppets
right and left
set and rise
are here and now
in excess of life
forgivness
beyond formality

The Pass

With her eyes dilate
she stares at my body
an almost hollow gaze
glazed with words she gave me

Her head on my lap
I see time's truth
she is absent and distant
gone present enflaming my love

I propose a question
like a silly child:
"will I ever see you again?"
my body conquered
and my mind solved
left to be less
and more than real
fog is thick
I try to find home

Her eyes dilate
black holes of lust
my emotions just so
result of elusive spirit food
my lust lingering
my love
never were

Her eyes dilate
cause I was never real
lying
recovering
panic on the pass
she is emptied and gone
and I forevermore
trying to find home
left alone.

A Hiking Poem

Maple invasive
colored out of place
flock of Hawk sky walking
ground of Crow peripheral eye
narrow harrow hallowed corridor

no Owl heard
no Deer scene
but berries from nowhere
domestic dog barks
picturesque
and sirens holy

mourners Sunday
baseball football
perfect community
well manicured

root walk
hiding
mud slinging youth
chopping spreading seeds
milk of life watered unknowable steps talking
looking forgiveness
kinky carpel tunnel Jo Jah Jah heals
and fluid in ears
emotions all her shadow
keeps telling we safe
a step process
weaning patch
pussy footing
back to basics

mind language not fitting
scenery surrounding
hear begin chant
beyond believing
jumping
stopping watching depressing
sun full of face
simple gathered flowers
like Superman stretching
bought corner store
Acorn

Reentry

Rescission feels just
caught wandering
shooting lightning
feel resentment grow like mushrooms
or tiny insects eating crumbs

focused feels anger
cutting through danger
making it rough
tough

caught away
visions mechanistic haze
world clean

no dirt allowed
no branch no leaf
holy hell one shot stop
poison bone shaking
vibe changing
all the walls and breaking

realize?

a youthful innocence wasted
for a doomed union
no man's land
wanted
my heart hounded
it is written

Missplaced Keys (Written October 6, 2009)

Around and arrange ya
surrounding the stranga
does one ever miss a note
beyond the horizon
there, here and Mt. ZION
all already around ya
and what does one know
about being
angelic
pat my pockets I've lost my keys
in the strangers surrounding ya
temporary revert
stepping forward
days-nights pass
and Earth surrounds ya
she takes care of her own
and balances ya

Poetry Justified (a capping on today's trial)

So who can live
who can read
who can give?

A painting of a semblance of reflections
pieces of half read dead thoughts
trained for a degree in babylonian hussie

Wow give me more
the last image of this:

Statue of liberty in mind hangs
horozontally
vertical lines abhore
and scream of layered tents
pleading to a father within unperfect all
saying they don't believe...

and in private wispers of greatness
guilt wears thin like wheat
but heart beats must end
tears spent like atom bomb casings
and the plastic scratches on backs of cards
Eros and his castle will not repeat
the journey of long ago
for in forgivness want and hunger
thirsting for springs
black and old yellow smelling like storage of scrolls universal babylon whore.

A Song for Struggling in Mediocrity (something the archetype said with messy hair)

We all march hand in hand
as long as we stand in accomplishment
branded this is the way it is
granted swimming upstream

slow as it works
convenient excuse
crutches bore
hardened pit of antiquity

dig flesh rots
and only few
rested crowned before
after plenty of death

and a focus
in unreachable crag
who's song
can see beyond fixed fundamental cold hard unchangeable reality?

its a wonder

Common Language

Riddle and ramble
forget to stamble
entranced better and
doom and gloom
while bright sunshine
at local mall

adult a night alone
to sacrifice a soul
got hot on the train today
refering to camera ooze
spared by the beautiful woman

or an image in the garden
pieces of half worn chatter
why were you with him
canna see?

Law rent low
see few short stories
skull split young is wrong

take it in
exiled by another's brilliant thoughts.

Reference galore
friday's thirteenth gore
blood on lot bares alot
arms race between divided soul

no place in text book for english language-
referencing a common mind.

A Chant for Hunters and Law Enforcement (a kind of natural law)

When you can't catch the Mastodon
you kill the rabbits.

When you can't bind the Lion
you skin the cats.