because you loom and find yourself upon movement
upon stillness
Eyes soaking reality in
Words profaning it all out
because when you look at me you may see a man who has no expression But inside me there is a flaming hurricane of thought and emotion being harnessed by a thousand flashing hands My face is blank, but my desire is to sprint and aggress, to devour the earth whole. To move faster than light. And to be completely still.
How bumpy this road to nowhere is ...
coasts jutt their rocks out forth to anywhere
Lost statues the sea slowly devours over sweet millenia
Licking their surfaces in intimate salt obsession
Washing into and out of earth's pain
The car jumps and picks up again
The Coastal rock's dark shades speak to me
The stained window of the car
Sea spray hits as I roll down
I see the giant approach alone
It is the towering sacred stone
revering the elements
Changing to be so divinely jagged
How bumpy this life of fallacy
The hardened edges of our reality
The acidic sea salt owning the wind
Will it topple these rocks
eat them whole in fury
each beautiful century
quasi immortal
I hear the humm
I hear the crash through the bumps
I see the stains of the ages
Imagine being as sturdy, as being as sane
The helicopter moves around and around
The blade quite still
coming within an inch of crashing into the hangar
The body of the helicopter keeps slowly turning
A simple hand on a clock
Professional faces look and tell us
Hiding everything they don't know
Unchecked its all random wisdom
Each device or storage computer
disconnected from the next
So the helicopter strangely moves around
The blade completely still
So that the occupants will get disoriented
Physics itself becomes unreasonably profane
The spin of the cabin the stillness of the blade
The certainty of the mechanic inverted and insane
Rules are rules.
For me, for pools for fuss.
For sunscreen and chlorine.
for sunshine and room fluff dust.
For a grin that makes its way from the kitchen to the bedroom.
for a game that young people play on dates to provoke or groom.
Rules are rules.
Don't they just arouse us.
Our fears and turn ons have rules.
that run around like maniac adolescents.
wreaking havoc with our patience.
So when i arrived late well I broke a rule.
There's no coming back from that.
Everyday is an adventure.
The sparkling consequences.
Turn me into something I wasn't before.
Raking leaves with fake smile.
Fish and wine.
rules for restaurants.
ways you dine.
I approached the distant town gloomily.
Full of all of those old illusions from the life behind me.
The pines tall and sinister looked down sizing me up.
I kicked a stone and cursed.
I walked toward the small town.
The orange lights still lighting up the valley.
Dawn hadn't yet arrived... And it never will.
I look up at the city archway between the engravings of two brave vultures.
The words- Omnem spem relinque. Were written.
I spoke the words aloud as I trudged in.
My old life gone, Somehow I walked out of a dream.
Of transforming times and places.
And now I stood here in tattered clothes.
In this strange little town.
The buildings were mixed between ancient and new.
The people regarded me as If they knew me.
I approached the big grey building at the center of town.
The red man invited me in.
he said he had some things to go over me.
Wonderful teeth and manners.
Find the pain fulfillers bring them back.
Give yourself to the cause.
Fires burst forth from his desk and I was engulfed.
I transformed into something so hideous, so damned.
I asked, "How am I supposed to go back to earth like this?"
He said, "It's just the truth no more no less. This is what you are on the inside."
I felt the burning through all of me.
I felt the condemnation in divine pulses through my temples.
"I thought I was christian."
"Did you actually forgive, did you actually help anyone for that matter?"
"No, I just sang and danced and said nice things."
"Exactly so serve us now, you were faithless. Completely self absorbed."
I woke up in the parliament building with a list in my hand.
"Atleast I had a purpose" I said out loud to myself.
A voice came from inside the walls. "Omnem spem relinque."
Host me upstairs
I'm coming to town
A thousand arms I'm grabby
walk and see
Just for me
the street is full
it's dead empty
I feel the breeze
Thoughts and feelings
tingling
Who are you
Who is me
Host me upstairs
I'm coming to town
a thousand charms
oversweetening the room
Resist me with your words
Don't let me in
I feel the breeze
as you kick me out
Onto the street
The hush is fictional observers
Holding back a thousand giggles
it's dead empty
Who are you
Why invite then expel?
what do you want from me?
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