nose diving fridayable

Is your brain on a dance tour to board the plane
Are you thursday able?
We're praying the baby doesn't cry
The plane doesn't crash and the pilot doesn't sigh

Have we a flight worthy novice to protect the grass?
We should be asked If we are fridayble
descending in the realm of honesty
Two meager but hunger stopping pieces of pepperoni pizza

The landing gave us the impression that the nose of the plane would dive

The game of ego

The game is chess not checkers
and the brutal reality is there must be sacrifice at some point
The pawns can push forward the frontline hecklers
Not the cannon fodder of the lazy noble's coin

The knights can mix it up and break the front lines
Near the irritating bishop's diagonal roll
When you finally get those rooks out fine
With the help of the queen they can take their toll

Defense sounds like a fun way to play
But it's not always possible to pull off
Because attacks accumulate and open the threatening rays
Let your adversary think he's winning and check him as he scoffs

The licor

It was the dark red sweet sipping syrup
That relaxed them for Christmas
It was the special fruit finish that digested the feast
The licor so fine it would warm the throat for many minutes

Tropical but altogether overcast eve
Some cunning festive fanatic has a bottle up his sleeve
And out it comes empty oily pans and plates
here is the cure to allure the palate

The blessed juice of the Jabuticaba
Blended with fine herbs and spice
and left in the barrel for a month or twice
And in the glass it's color dances  you glance you sniff and want to chance it

Clean of my disease

My brother and the rest of the prisoners broke out of prison
I would have followed them if it wasn't for my terminal disease
They threw heavy objects at the guards maiming them heinously
Then went back to their lives as desert criminals

And then the guards at my chamber abandoned me because they defected
The rest of the men at the prison were playing football together with the guards
What a mysterious and beautiful trust went my heart into assuming
and as some old friends led me out I could see they were conspiring with knives

So alone again on the busy streets of a desert nation
No cure from the illness and not a hand to help in an already desperate city
I went to the seaside forest where the trees grew tall and broadly
I climbed one of the tallest redwoods as a tidal wave consumed the city below

The tree swayed and dipped under drenching me
but pulled me out before I could drown
I could feel the disease being washed out of me
As the city crumbled under the weight of inundating waters

Illusions for solutions

Pressure in the shoulders
sinking feeling clings it seems the world must haggle
Deal with some chatter rebuttle for the latter
spin sound bite solutions

Pretending to be strong
each feeling wronged
Pending unease in our human sleeves
In our earth game, words we spread on the day sometimes hurt flavored

no balance, people are servants of hurt
Shouldn't we be serving love?
serving the greatest way to be
yet through the fields of existence bending are we sowing complaint

The truth is not allowed to be formed in words by people
so we beat around the bush like lost foxes reflections of our animal selves
The selection of exact facts that sprout grievance
are presented like fine gifts help me open them in vain wrapped in gorgeous sarcasm

The pressure in the shoulders mounts
how do humans survive without their conflicts?
Shady creatures are we who find contentedness impossible
inventing illusions for solutions

Realized dreamers

Soft golden glow of the the atrium
where blue and purple flowers in long glass vases contrast
If i told you we were alive right now to know each other would it make a difference
That all of you are about as asleep as me yet this moment we can awaken

Realized dreamers let me see your smiles and know you believe
All the medicine and technology in the world can´t change your spirit
No only life in it´s progression so treat this not as a funeral
treat it as an awakening golden glow happy live this instant

live it into slumber live it into labor
Be one these realized dreamers that unlearned prejudice
and relearned real life as many still adhere to strange promise
prefered states of emotion as if it were to be bestowed

No secret potion can continue the dream
and such desires lead one astray
Such illusions that our purposes can so easily be avoided
realized dreamers the golden glow is mercy
and the aroma of flowers, a blessing
Just a quick reminder you are on your way

sacrifice

  Friends
 A purpose
 Somewhere
 I would laugh at despair

  I once found adventure
and felt alive


And the early hours of the morning laugh loudly at me
 as they have for the past month
Every little sparkle of energy is ridicule on fire
 I was never quite passive enough for the slaughter

I sacrifice everything and let fortune change as life would

Get what you want fine puddles of the world

He was a puddle of a human being, one of us
Riddled with rainbow car oil above the mud
on the adolescent stony road to nowhere
an abandoned school where idiot students found hell

He dared to lap up that in himself, not even hopeful for a creek
thirst had to be quenched and it was he who chose impatience over prudence
He still wanted long grass in the summer sun for hiding games with kids his age
Though the sun goes down quickly and painfully over those ways

endless beaches and no love
puddles polluted by the traffic
hyper important
I've got a shirt to wear

we get caught in those holes in the road
surplus rainwater trucks ride over
splashing us everywhere
from quaint country roads to daunting blunt ground down debris city circuits

No mercy from beginning to end
just a will for order and rationale
and a quest to tick as many things off the list as you can before you die
expand through cracks in the tarmac and pray that it rains

Get what you can my lovely puddles accumulate your debris and toxic run off

Coin inside

You've been polished now!
Now you are at the right angle in the store
No one told you, no, no one told you
You'll be an asset to the shop

Stay plugged in like a merry go around
you'll go nowhere
You've been cleaned now and you are fresh from the auction
Thank god there were no high bidders

How exciting and we made it seem you were in control
How we made it seem you were the trouble maker
The fire starter, the provocateur
The rest of the shop has remained the same as you were polished

But you'll fit wherever we wheel you
This shop wouldn't be the same without you
A real curiosity indeed
Soon when you get dusty we'll roll you under a cover and put you away forever

So much like a machine we'd like you to have the time of your life
Hold a few coins and flash a few lights and it's over

From the past

Existence is a sliding platform
Oh save the humble peasants like us
running back to our clay huts as dusk runs wild animals at us
Oh save meek ones like we day dreamers of what could be

Gravy for tomorrow

We will leave you here to feast and carouse
pondering on tomorrow
Each of us has a tongue which longs to taste tomorrow
Illusion is gravy illusion is gravy

For today on the old idiom is yesterday's tomorrow
Brilliant groups of human beings trying to anticipate the impossible
mostly sleeping herds overfed and dossile
sleeping herds, while invisible predators smile

Here in the halls of celebration where impulse promised us the meaning of life
In the halls of light, intoxication and shallow conversation
celebrating today living for the moment
and strangling yourselves with the notion of tomorrow

It is of great importance that all flattering be traded
like the main course after greeting
So the digs and the jibes can be exchanged
for desert before goodbye

Here in the halls of blind vices
Whims and quests for unanswered desires
Where illusion is gravy and the taste of it has made many a glutton
Where tomorrow is happening right now, right this instant exactly as you remain distracted

Humble reinforcements

If your work becomes winter caution there person, caution there
And your hours strict and watched and you feel checked
Before you stroll out to the parking lot and into the snow
be prepared to lose something as cold envy grows

They have frozen your path making your way difficult
along that bushy road yahooing like crazy wild birds
And they are doing a favor for the fragrant flirting fabricator of men's desires
The flattering façade convinced the Porsche driving "flavor of the week" to be her whore

Look at to where you labor
and the hidden world that makes itself alive
yet that you had no wakeful memory of making it so
It is there that certain deceit maybe cultivated

And as you look behind the task giver's eye
you see he is stricken by the beautiful mirage as he sighs
his sleeping mind doesn't know there is no oasis, that it is a lie
moments of malicious laughter today, spending future years to cry

And loved ones blind and ready to give
see only part of the viciousness, set to make them grieve
Yet the power behind their never ending want can be hunted and killed
And their inner voids can be temporarily filled for...

Humble friends ones whose hearts beat as loud as the city noise
come to the rescue like gods hands
and sometimes we refuse our broken spirits unable to trust anyone
Yet they touch us with their humility and we are saved

saved from the fall into ice cold rivers below the forest frozen in comparison forever
saved from the hungry grizzly bear angry and proud in pursuit of our clumsy escaping legs
Saved by the tiniest of people who have taught us the sharpness of love and patience
Saved by the most humble who have sent their spirit to aid wherever friends may find peril

The upper and the lower

Through these middle lines
Sane smiles into lips membranes for happiness
Your eyes your eyes are clear
And I send love from my heart there

Your chatter is free and pumps along
lovely rhythm and I feel like it deserves my real ear
I see finally you tangling your finger in your hair
Those bursts of admiration perhaps...

And those side glances of doubt
what a meal for the incumbent state of mind
The street lights jump over head
stationary us, moving earth

More bursts of admiration
we mine trust and reliability
long shifts far into the night far past our bedtime
We mine faith in each other, humble us

Road rolling under us like a snake
wheels forced to move forward toward the north
bridges ride past and you slowly fall asleep
My work goes into my sleep and my dreams

We move exactly as the ground wants us to
The beauty of synchronicity and the ugliness of it's opposite

A calm soul may suffice

A quiet soul is all, not a loud and angry one
Running into battle, running out of it
The trickery and illusions
behind the show of men's courage

A quiet soul is what I've been left with
Nothing more I can ask for
Nothing as valuable as that silence
For soon the bombs may explode as they leave me alone at my post

Where noise has no respect
Homeless noise
drifting noise, no place it's own noise
How I've traveled yet none of that noise is mine

And down here where I feel quietness
I yield to powerful goodness
The sacred silencer
the assassin of the loud thwarting lost souls

Hired by the thousands by masters of fear that twist them
No I must admit a quiet soul unperturbed is enough
For you may pray aloud as long as god listens
A quiet soul may never change the world but it will learn to love an honest love

The thing we decorate

What hides itself best under the flesh
under the thoughts of every day
The most cunning of manifestations
inside the psyche controlling the machine

Some of it may escape into the heart
like a convict at large
So many distractions
so many well made decorations

It pushes some good mostly in vain
for that good is for the wrong reasons inviting despair and rage
The places of falseness we go to drain it
To placate it, no we may not simply conquer it without courage

not even good intentions can move it from in there
we must reach beneath the surface and drive out on our own...
 fear

The neverending war

Lose yourself to find yourself and vice versa
In the middle of a war with the mind
Where can man find harmony and ease nerves
where can he obtain peace for a time

In love for life and pursuing such things first
that require a man to stand up and open doors for himself
Where he must be his own surgeon and recover as his own nurse
Until vitality and strength come back with his health

Fight the neverending war
and fight it with joy
and as each minute teases you of this life, learn to ignore
For what a waste of time it is to let yourself remain annoyed

And for a millenia of emotions stretch the ones that heal
for we began as nothing and we are the few lucky who may come to something

The water pump

They had nothing
Paddocks and rice paddies
a small orchard
No technology

Tell me where we are going said the unsure animal
How are we going to get water to run this thing
Give me light and sustenance, give me electricity
That water pump clinks and clunks not a drop of mud pops out

Just the strain of the pull
The heat of the valley reddening and moistening well intentioned brows
We sit down in the shade, dehydrated and exhausted empty cramped hands
Far thirst and near hunger swapping places as we sit in the shade

Senses shouting at us, guilty of all things
No dogma, no guru, beautiful souls, beautiful abandoned dogs

The suction of the water pump was strong yet something was blocking the water's ascension
Did we offend the world? Did the best parts of us take leave,
with only a puddle of our selfishness to remain
Oh that puddle is drying in this heat may that little puddle drain into the earth
be filtered through the soil and rock until those men in the shade have access to enough water
to keep their faith alive one more day

No end to this vision, clumsy me

We've been digging up zero
but smiles put one in front of it
put a meaning, a piece of freedom

Clumsy me bless that
because I fell face first onto real love
All the zero covering my hands and body

Need has starved itself to death
and meaning meant itself to death
and life eternal life it's eyesight after eyesight

insight after insight and outsight after outsight and ever before

Illusion of taste cooking on the fire
tasty food that physical food is there distracting the mere senses
The mouth wanting it to come to the table join the plate and utensils
And I've got some fancy words for that
I've got some fanciful vocabulary
leave those words
tastebuds
blindness

Did they make you feel a certain way
and how far down did you have to dig to get to that conclusion
did you get closer to becoming a mole
how far underground do we have to go to know the physical
My clumsiness and loss of the current score meant something somewhere

That clumsiness and loss of the current score rippled nowhere
And time itself was called upon and worshipped until knees and elbows ached
Yet it didn't paint the sky a different color

Oh and the illusion is as good as the table we eat at
as good as the many colors of our spirits and religions
the illusion runs like me to the bus so I don't miss it
me with the paintbrush creating it as it passes
Me the engineer assembling it in my mind
Transport to somewhere

You stood reading my mind with your love completely up for grabs
and that was a bus on nameless streets
coming to pick me up
Some of the most well constructed illusions collapsed
And if you got hurt imagine you used your own heart against evil like a hammer
survived as if you'd ever die, triumphed as if you'd ever fail
My blessing exists in no language, it can be described in no words
it's on it's way to you in a package that doesn't have a size
Carried by a limitless un nameable
but it is sent to you most meaningfully

You threw your own soul onto the nightmare to smother it
Imperfections in whose eye, our lost suffering our suffering won
our long hours of life our short ones
The nightmare dances the free one the grand dream knowing the steps
Imperfections graced us nightmares clothed us in a time when the climate dictated it
here we stand in new clothes relieved and washed of it all

The clumsiness in our perception
Unable to dig out those brambles that had covered our well planned dream for existence
Cast out by god, accepted by god no end to this vision tend the garden ordered and tilled
let it become wild
the same spontaneous love that you let creep over the fear
The same stuff that preserves our hearts and cleanses our never ending thought mechanism

Tearing cleanse

Wrap up in these clouds
Squeeze the doubts
today is for comfort today for sight
Be toward the warmth

Shed yesterday's thoughts
that are like the claws of predatory mammals
Be still and believe
Let the cunning mind drain

Wrap up in other's well wishing
So that joy can form in your abdomen
So that we may also see your hidden beauty
and share ours with you

Let the fire that burns us daily
burn the shame of actions pressed by bad intention
Letting our ears eat falsities told through disdains tongue
False logic of a tired heart and brain that deny love

Tearing at the conscience and the soul, is a cleansing, a positive pressure
A true thing, a time of confirmation for light
Deep confirmation of how fortunate we are to walk today
under this sun on this globe of learning

The death of lies
And a will to live and to know

Pyromaniac teens

Bandana restless
The true travesty of youth is it´s will toward destruction
And here these bands of youth
collect together with their angst their pent up aggression and bottles of gasoline and matches
Completely bandana reckless

Friday into the night they part from daylight
welcoming the shadows and carrying tormented laughter like smoke down empty...
isolated streets that surround the entertainment centers be.
Plotting destructive headline breaking harsh puns for the eyes at morning tea
the illusion of lacking social responsibility dances on the page where facts should be

T´was their mission to destroy all karaokê bars in the downtown region
Infiltrating the security at the door, a scurrying comotion wrought
lighting up their cocktail bars until the whole city block was scorched

Completely bandana ruthless

And each bottle of gasoline thrown was another premises consumed
which left a black cave where firemen and insurance men loomed
bless the youth their will toward destruction their purchase of senseless rants
angst and accelerants as they put on petrol stained pants
Smoke carries on over the city the next day youth tongues bray
with the tone of a boast

With a much needed bragging that would see them caught and reprimanded
readily dare devil bandana wearing Young ones
Completely bandana unheeding coming undone
No more ignition and incendiary madness
The flame simply remains in their pyromaniac hearts

Old man lost

Old man lost in the catacombs of the underground metro train
Checkered blue shirt, thick framed glasses and chill blains
lower lip trembling in this big bulging city, mouths move fast
Side walk cops inspect us green eyes stuck into the head like plaster
convincing themselves the city is a ship, and they the masts

The wrinkles in his shirt and the wrinkles life years give grace to
The grey pavement same color as the sun in his face
He needs guidance and hope across the uncertain city´s brace

The world doesn´t revise his habits and memories under greying hair
 the streets don´t remember his footsteps or his cares
The multitudes of human traffic don´t sense his fear

These firebreathing heroes

Wingless dragons ditch their pride and notions of wrong and right
Each time they spit fire they speak of life and warmth
They speak to your soul in the language of freeedom

Stamping shadows litter the pavement and buildings, the dragons light up the concrete slab
Fools dream up the darkness but their slumber subsides
Wingless dragons eat their visions as into morning they ride

From behind the white rose

Angel shift the weight off
her loving heart
let her smile become real again
Let all anguish depart

Angel behind the white rose
let me send her my best
Let her be as happy through sun as rain
Simply bless

And show me how and where love flows
so I can physically direct the rest
That none of my efforts go in vain
Assist me on my quest

Uplifting season's angel hold her hand when I'm lost
Let her find our deep affection like a paintbrush finds art
let her smile change the sky again
let all anguish depart

The inner misguided

Bricks and weeds and climbers astray
complex corridors like veins through a network of curves spelling disorientation
Inside ensconced between the concrete obstacles, showing paintings of impossible passages

The turns and openings further from your notion of direction
do you go further into the random twist?
The gaps between the bricks aren´t big enough to see through
and the dead ends scatter the illusions of sense

Logic hasn´t been greeted and remains staring enviously from the outer walls
Stray animals go there to feast on the undergrowth sprouting from the limits of the outside walls

Great long serpentine panels encircle the middle of the inner labyrinth
dividing the heart of the maze from the body
Once inside the world´s neverending intestine consigned willfully to mysterious oblivion

Angelina Jollie murdered Brittany murphy with poison

Let´s not disregard the lip competition
Their looks and their potential
There´s only so much room in hollywood
The face value and roles that Brittany wouldn´t have
And Angelina now has

Dead and forgotten Brittany would have become an icon
lets not disregard the rivalry
Or underestimate the evil that fame lust may bring

The divine sound of breaking glass does ring
and the last drop of dark green liquid stains
the celebrity´s throat like a drain

Treating that pride

A piece of quick illusion
words that spin with desire
that encourage the pride
That flatters brazenly and carries beautiful boxes that are empty

A few well formed compliments to make you feel swell
A little exaggeration to biggen you
encourage that pride
To appeal to your sense of self

Oh but when that subtle lie goes to the krankhouse
Where doctors are overt in their treatment
When the bloated ego is strapped to the bed
like a dead camel with it´s luggage still packing it down into the sand
The sheets where truth stings an acre

The curtains are pulled and in come nurses
They are forcing medicine into the boasting mouth
Vaccines to destroy the hallucinations of grandeur
They are draining the ego inflated heart
The box is smaller but now it contains something

They cut the flesh and extract the worm, that unwholesome worm
And the overgrown sense of importance shrinks painfully

The evening

The roofs of the city are ablaze
Yet on the outskirts there are floods
drowning men and damsels
The open sewers are now crawling with plague infested rats
Both running from the water and running from the flame

Through a scream can I see the landscape
The sword falling toward the head
A volcano is the mind
And out on these streets where orphans feed on
the dead rodents they find, there comes a silent scream

Through the scream
Can I see the evening
Can I see the horseman and his bloodstained metal
The canals where life trickles in the form of corpses
being devoured as dusk slowly closes the door

The fire learns walls and ceilings
lighting up the darkness the evening is dealing
The floodwater rises swarming with crisis
Through the scream I see a table
it's the city where the evening throws the dice

An old man sits on the wooden decking in front of his cabin just outside the city
He lights his pipe and laughs
For in the morning they will build it up all again with purpose in their labor

Existance of approval

You put on none of those faces
None of that identity substitute
real should the breather be
They are us the bleeder and the breeder
we the grown evidence of the seed
blathering for approval

Faced with brick walls that our knuckles may not penetrate
Graffiti cartoons of ourselves that we may not communicate with
Broomsticks that fly half a meter off the ground then crash
like illusions of power and fantastical abilities
in a world where god gave us two hands

If you let yourself bleed your body will go cold and still
and if your soul reason to exist is to breed
breathless the breather will be in you
We are no more than pining infants, the humble evidence of our parent's seed
It seems recognition and approval has become a vital need

The frightened liver

Heart beneath our eyes
How we wait for a strength that seems will never come
The organs play and we are shaken from the spleen
until the frightened liver

How the backbones drum
and the fruit of the neck indeed humms
We can´t run right out of ourselves
but remain under the ribcage

The body is not some complicated machine
that turns itself on and off automatically
And in it hides your will to get out
and in it hides a frightened liver

Up the spine and around the colar bone
echos the mind screaming from the crown
as if it were the throne
Yet without the union the mind is a peasant

A creater of affliction and inner ghosts
That disturb the organs
and frighten the liver
blessed be the heart

 and beware in the event it swells
For misplaced emotions
Are the overpowering currents
that churn the oceans of hell

And fear it´s ancient Kraken
furiously confusing

So take this remedy to quell the evil
To treat your hub with love and care
and to extract the sting of the scare
Unite yourself and let it all pass by

All is hopeless without the union of the mind
the organs must sing each one fearless and loud
Til your liver knows not how to be scared
and your heart not how to be proud

Banging the wrath out

The sand and the Wind and the tides can shake it out of you
The hot breezeless streets seed it back in
Like a hill you age and climb, age and climb
And unless there´s a Cliff on the other side

You are going to walk down softly with a different view
Suffer us our demons shield and blade shield and blade
Nothing but your own appropriate spirit will let you save
And suffer us our shortcomings till they burst with shame

Beating the wooden floors into shape with the conscience hammer
beating out the splinters and filling in the gaps
Banging the wrath out of it and varnishing it with compassion
Observe a transformation that allows the love to live there

The rage and sadness dries up like tears and blood
Yet it doesn´t stain the glossy floor

The thing behind your eyes

The noisy quiet from behind your eyes
That knows when to burp and knows when to cry
The ghost that hones itself to separate
Not invited in like some dinner guest

An empty thing stands over it
puts it's weight on it and suffocates it
Pulls it and pushes it dislodging it from the fabric of your being
yet anger and sadness send it back a yowling dog

And the noisy quiet, boasts dominion
The pain and protest rings like a siren
I awaken as if submerged in bathwater
hunting the imposter in your watery eyes

Serve us with cheekbones pronounced

Strange cheer
sweetness was finding a café as dark clouds opened to broadcast the sun
Strange cheer in cheek bones not easily exposed
Busy skinny arms maneuvering between cafe table charms

Drinks land on tables colonizing them and almost spilling over
Forks rise and fill mouths letting the city's circle of life take it's course
The ceiling is an arrangement of lights and patterns reminiscent of a U.F.O
Waiters lack skin on their faces I've seen less gaunt features on alien t.v shows

Their aprons maroon their bandanas too
Kitchen aromas cause afternoon passers by saliva to stew
taste buds hatch like eggs in the mouth anticipating the incoming plate
Food bears down on the place mat, the tongue can no longer wait

The skinny waiter fills cool aluminium cans into frosty windows
Over days they'll empty like salt shakers
space hovercrafts colonizing the empty tables
with not so alien flavors delivered by gaunt waiters

Flimsy

My eye can see nearer
Though not to boast for boredom's host is an observation so mundane
Yet by this have I less fear in the things that creep into minds spun insane
Flimsy walk out and be lifted for with tapping in you are done

Lost out here in our piece of existence, you've had your fun
Be my words a stairway to steer you into the beyond
Lest you be stuck here in where love gives you no place to escond
The kind that builds great structures of compassion in the heart

Lost in the dark poking around trapped in the land of the living
The mouth that has dried and become flimsy
for it refuses to drink of children's laughter
Taking up space in the night, instead of the hereafter

That musical breathing not from lungs that may not be put to sleep
That flimsy spirit with fear of the deep

Grin is it's own deceit (in a town of hidden streets)

Hidden streets that never join
The annual floods that swallow all bridges and for those with coin
The exclusive few pay the air fare to leave on board sit and scoff
yet the plane can never truly take off

Sun shining like light hot toffee down from above
Give your silent parents gestures of love
Give your soul mates budding roses and speeches about lives changed
In the town of hidden streets the grin is rearranged

The grin is executed it's bargain is void a bullet saw it fall a bullet saw it fade
The grin was hired alas it's bad intentioned pockets went unpaid
Early morning humid green grass park steam rising
Grin deceased in the grass spirit climbing wet air as body dies

No forensics to determine foul play, no vital signs in the grin today
Affirm your love of friends and stop, in the town's abandoned beauty shops
Let yourself not be split into two, for conflict breeds in points of view
Babies are born near the town's impeccable lawns still laden with dew

Time has it´s bent coggs

In the machine
like the natural brain
on us like the blessing of knowing we exist
the mechanism from whence we think

And the clock
inner workings gracefully clicking and turning
or is it just laughing
Is it just playing a very lengthy joke

A joke with numbers that have become symbols for your day
And the grinding of those innerworkings giggle as they spin
You finally realize as if a cuckoo had pushed itself out
That being late isn´t the end of the world

Poets and the fluffy notion

Favoritism up there where the eyes go
Self image polished ego flows
Choose a side of the coin
 Buy the sellable

Could the beak of a vulture
be the blurter of virtue
face it, it's the screen, fingers find numbers
smiling and dialing

scavenger call
The phone holds a blade
to shave the fluffy notion so poetic
it has been wandering from the chin
never really rooting in

Proud wigs are glued to heads
worn and stuck fluffy notions
judges of the world, new birds feathers still being formed
awkwardly squawking before the mother brings the worm

Toward the rest of life

Walk toward the edge
The forehead is not the shore for waves of worry
No anxiety or ghost vacancies
Leave it all in the darkness

The elegant blow of love upon the possession
Pride destroyed, now glory in the intimacy of a clean heart
Spice and simplicity
The existence of sight over the lie

The staircases into your heart and mind are true
No arguments with the stubborn
Be destined toward the rest of your life
without shame

Are you school

Are you school
are you fab
are you trend´s encroaching slap on the magazine cheek
Gosh what bunches unplucked still hang from the grapevine

What unread graffiti waits like abandoned dogs on the wall
Is it clothing, can we buy our soul´s back in malls
how much should we conform
does it fit convention snuggly does it keep us warm

Are we glued to the social storms
that run through the corridors between classrooms norms
between adolescent ears
radiating like sonar through middle agers fears

Is it school to do and be the essence of what is 2014 to fifteen
is it pleasing to breeze into modern acceptability´s ringtone call
Even with prejudice and conservativeness barking like abandoned dogs at the wall
Will you youth of today strive to be similar to our predictable epitomy

Dinner tables of snobbery
and shortcuts to Paradise
hands go up to assume the tickets at half price
attached to assuming students and teachers like me who suffice
 

the truth was no celebrity

Wednesday play with the truth
tickles it till it turns red
entertains it until it feels impaired
And the rest of reality lights up like a neon sign

it walks out of the parlor like Elvis on drugs
Taxi pulls up. The truth gets in
leather seats emitting cigarette mould

Making meadows

With a smile that said walk toward me
The 100 year old wagon parts scattered in the forest
The eyebrow rises like the cattle whip
To see the burnt out remains of the forest's middle
He boasted like drunk teens roasting marshmallows

Sitting on a throne of burnt tree stumps with a high pitched laugh that seemed like
pure violence

Learn trust

Touch
actions and words
a change in a pattern
there exists patience

There exists faith
confidence that must be protected
from all possible doubt
touch

eye to eye
the weight of sincerity
tears that spell the truth
some must learn trust

They show the way

The layers of me cannot be broken
spirit presses
dimension opens
and Now you know things that you shouldn´t know

The layers of air
washed by their vibration
 or made filthy by the imposters
And now you know way too much

They touch you and enter thoughts
showing the way
 the starry blue way where you should never go
what do they want from you? The mind speaks

but you are not you, your mind is inhabitated
 you are sharing a face
those who share the way want to understand your curiosity
they need to know...
how far you would go

as the spirits disappear again
and the pressure leaves your body
love was in the place, the place where time and location brought them into being.

Pirate out alone against their might

The cheek scar
a present from the Dutch reinforcements
A long sword that sliced salt and sun beaten skin
drawing a line of blood across the face

The grin didn't dwindle neither
It grew and the pistol powder ignited
burning flags and hobbling soldiers
sway across the bough

He draws his cutlass and knees the soldier's stomach
Down low he goes and the cutlass finds three veins of the neck
More board still uniforms so well colored
Like a children's parade, except all blood soaked by the end of the day

A pirate alone out there lead balls whirl past
axes and curses and burning pieces of a mast
They have sworn to take the man and hang him from the maiden
For crows and maggots and the rest of rots hungry tepid army

And a brave young soldier comes charging bayonet fixed for his chest
the pirate spins spider like and knifes the musket man under the chin
out alone against their forces collective
the crew fled early just remains this yoke of a sailing man and his blades

But the cannon of the orange vessel sent it's contents to unknowing legs
Had the Pirate survived he'd walk with two pegs

When sleep is not a friend

The late afternoon guides us till night
each step a little wearier each breath a little tighter
Dinner tables click and tap
night news familiar tone of crap

pillows beckon sweet pillows
soft dreams, sweet rest, you can have it
ohhh the comfort oh the relaxation
though just warm frustrated insomnia

Curse of a million curses day dreams have dispersed
and screwed with my nocturnal shuteye
and guaranteed dry throat and overthought mind pie

Pillow and bedspread symbol of night bliss
Now just dim dread, brain folds, legs take you for a piss
hands out, eyes shut, countdown, but sleep is not a friend

Lake oh tranquil lake

oh hey I'm this pond all of a sudden
and painted boats are making waves on me
for a sudden beat of the heart water is my home
for an eternal glimpse I reflect the sky
yet muddy waters down to the fence line
Only a few hundred meters or so to pretend holidays

Lake oh tranquil lake the waves make the boats rock
the drunkards to sleep and slowly drown the grass
around my edges
Good old quotes about how life is grand
and what gifts the heavens have laid before us
Yet soot covered people are born out of the tunnels of the city every vacation
With little notion of how to swim out to the luxury boats
my waves and restless undercurrents take them down into the depths
where holidays are forever and the meaning of life is a fucking postcard

Dog bites leave their marks

Musty aromas swerve through the classrooms
Rules and maintenance never created intelligence
Musty dusty illness of the mind in some of our students
combine cluster hormone top phrase
new music, accept refuse make it seem as if you had a choice
some of the young unique sheep clichés that do one eighties on their skateboards
and their opinions

combine cluster hormone top phrase
some write to distract to attract but mostly for some kind of reaction
healthy scream afternoon moan old ideas flavored different for our over spent minds

Chatting over coffee just sentimental lies
Many young hit truth a few times and grow to despise it
Truth is dog bites get infected and fester for days
and request limbs to be severed
The musty aromas of the spacious cry audacious classroom
simply remind me of a politicians corpse, legs splayed
Zombie mouth still flapping on about last years promises not been met by the opposition

Combine cluster holy lackluster youth throw sewer abuse
every inch of kindness drained from the now semi tamed
forehead still training to hide pain
Implicate because it's instinct for you
Insinuate because it's like breathing
Chatting over four straws of coca cola lovely lollyhood reality
Truth is dog bites leave a mark

damp suburb

The guttering shines
The mango tree leaves droop
Laden with accumulated water
Pavement teeth grit

Road overlaps licking tongue in gutter
Tongue licking along
heightening relief lazy back cramp urge
car turns.

Gear changes
Splash and bump tires climb out
machine moves forward
legs do to

streetlight fornicates with drizzle
Not artistically
mango leaves bow a few more inches
throwing water onto cracked smile of concrete tile below

Till the images go

Love me till the station and beyond
To the mathematical airport
Love me till the lake, where celebration is a merry go round
People leave their lives to swim and party there

Yes huge boats that are bars all day
Love me in the sunlight of those places
Love me and let the lost streets and tunnels
no longer surround us

Love me past the dogs teeth
and other pets ravenous and aggressive
Love me till we're both fishing
In the lake of our choosing

With hooks we made ourselves
from the fences of the mathematical airport
Until images have left our eyes for ever
love me beyond that, simply warmth in the air

The size of a dream

Some define hunger with different words
Some define gluttony
What kind of pet lives in the human mind
singing sweetly into our ears as we drop off

Some would define enjoyment lightly
Frustration and the flushed face
Oh lots of us call life a bully
Yet it is far more than a miracle

It is a personalized present so dear
even the moments where insanity and pain form a shroud over logic and love
I live in the dream that is near enough to abundance

And the lackers go so on our heavy consciences
and the judgers definitions are written by the flushed bully

A Mint petal for consumers

The earth´s curve
Elegante face of the world

Bud
bulge burst
flourish
pose

Flower
open
pollinate
decorate

Ostentation
Excitement
climax, orgasm
boredom, boredom

Plantlife
Grass, trees, insects and animals
Burn bulldoze
Shopping mall

Winter trout

Clear water carries along over land
Locals say the biggest trout swim in these Waters
The water looks so fresh it could clean me
I´d sleep beside it´s rapids

Over the snowy desert it goes
and into winter
where big warehouses full of people shave cats
and take ticks out of their fur

Young thick skinned people
people who don´t feel the cold
who have their hobby and not a care in the world
they are all just prize fisherman

And they compete to shave cats
and sometimes shave their own hair
Snowy ground, sun struck morning electric razor in my hand
the locals spend their time talking about the winter trout in the senseless creek to nowhere

Tropical distractions

Hibiscus throw us startle us
down the lure of a tropical road
grey moss kisses the coconut palm
The post with fronds that the Wind makes love to

Sunlight that has reddened my flesh
bakes the road
warms the mind´s confusion
distorts the beauty of a coastline´s tropical sway

The color and heat just distract the hopeful
and for a heartbeat, foolish desires melt in the humidity of a pseudo Paradise
 then through the false Picture of perfection the mind may dream again
Inventing all manner impossible gleeful indulgences

Ah but cold and empty handed
High desires have to land
And some fall like swords in a clash
or like falling coconuts onto hard concrete with a crash

This beach town tells itself hot nursery rhymes in the shade
and invents new slang for the word relax

Sky be a friend

Lazy sky
one I´d be friends with

to fulfill all those unrealistic expectations
to greet me with a cloud hand

Oh because I know your blues before lunch
 invigorate
and your blues before dark
 calm

Lazy sky would you be a friend
before the storm shows me it´s eye
Before you gather, burst and rain
before you feed the selfish hurricane

How much would you have to go out of your way
To let the sun shine on me for a day

Tamoios spine trail toward the demise

Caged highways long and cursed, spine of the drought
 and surrounded by bare hills, burn marks and wilting exotic pine
Pale as bone still and motionless

The long arid concrete expanses
form the entrance for the morbid fiendish army
of an industrialist nation
Wearing uniforms that match the drab depressing highways
Marching like angry zombies

Their aircraft pollinating the bald hilltops with snipers
Three story high heavy tanks gripping the tarmac and clicking over it
Columns of professional soldiers sanding their boot bottoms over it
as they coordinate to engage the first wave
Small towns will smolder in their Wake
The offspring of the serpentine road, steel and concrete promising mass graves

Then drowsily the people will wake and realize that from the bony road
Comes a threat that will roast cities alive
That will enslave and torture
this beautiful realm is now at stake
noise and devastation will push the city dwellers into refugee camps
And the fall of the most bountiful country in the world will occur

And there will be no theory that can save it
No set of noble rules or line of complaint that will be heard
No slight of hand, or well threaded deception
 Paradise will be stolen and it´s resources sold to the highest bidder
The pollution and wastelands of attempted battle will be the new habitation

The tides destroy

Over run by the white wash
on the shore, shore of midspring
Taken by the undertow
through the tragic overpowering flow

saltwater choking
taken down and out for many meters
The light of day still hits the fish grins
No thirst, no hunger, no air

Sandbar underneath
loss meets silence shaking the insides
lifeless corpse magnetically glued to the sandy sea floor
The surface of the sea looks nice today

Beautiful yaughts and hundreds of swimmers
People with leisure on their mind
relaxing and playing the day long
Sun reflects off that water like gold being given to the world

Happy beach umbrella party lets not bother them
Bliss and heat
The skin is devoured by sharks
 the underwater scratch of razor sharp teeth against bone sends kippers into a frenzy

And the organs drift out into the dark water pierced and pissing
The open mouth fills with the floating grains of sand

Over the waves children's laughter blows freely and clearly like hope
Like tickling faith as if all was good in the world
The beat and rhythm of pop music and the aroma of food follow it over the waves
You can feel cheery vibrations over that water, you can touch contentment
But under the waves is the ragged remains of a nobody
Dragged away from the shore and silenced

From love's sight

The dull ride has passed
The day's forks dragging across the concrete expanses
That mumbling groan of the metal grinding
But that pain has subsided

Those nightmares have burnt themselves up
I've been brought back even after the weight of doubt applied itself completely
Being pummeled into the earth only gives your eyes the process of decomposition
Liberated from the subtle death that dwells in men who hate their thoughts

Doubt love
but it may still forgive
doubt hate
and it will not live

I see more in the one that moves my feeling
The one who it seems sometimes violently rocks my boat
yet t'is the one who keeps it afloat
justly undoing the storm as if it never were

The value of a lie

The window's never closed
You tell me transparency is so boring
Off good it got old
The tang of a lie is what some ache for
With the lie as a solution to life, I wish I was born with that in my breaker

My honesty reeks, it sickens, it seeks
it get s you down gives you the ruts
The truth never stunk so damn much
just a little society wink and false smile over there
just a pass the buck chum and group corrupt connect fun

My words are worthless repetitive and ghastly
stating facts seems like the mouth is being nasty
Tell you a lie, deceive you a sweet one
is that what cocks, loads and shoots the thrill gun
Is that what gives the heart a rope

In a world where skipping's banned
 I won't tell the law
tell me to be an empty hearted man

In a world where there's little love
appearances soothe and little lies fly like Christian white doves
And all there is, is silence or approval
Lies are like this acidic world's rubber gloves.

The hands of destruction

Knives on fire, which creature sits invisible
spraying us with fear and fever
Which creature would conspire to our bodily decay
Oh dismay and knives on fire
 the creature I see has no name I can say

Oh flesh hooks what horror awaits
Rolling human heads and blood script fates
The long claw that pierces the jugular
a night slasher evil in the dim, in light smug
Maybe he knows the name of the creature so repugnant

A creature so disgusting he was dubbed the ugly bug
Though the mystery like death sentences still looms
The question the mouth wavers to ask is grisly who?
Indeed who be the beast sapping strengths and aiming heart attacks
It's hands of destruction on each of us like a molester

Shall we blame our minds that they comprehend
the monster that guarantees our mortal end
Or is it lovely eternal life you pretend
away from the ugly truth of our existence
knives on fire, the only thing afterlife is "Death" and he's just as persistant

Bald baggage

Bald pale baggage you can't take that on the plane
Bald man frustrated needs to rummage to find his books
new hair grip his jaw, help him lose his grimace?

Hair falling out and no ideas
The boot gets closer to stepping on it and kicking it aside
Bald baggage has no place in the fine flight lounge
Leave it in the docking bay it had it's zip done up
nothing much it could say

Bald baggage thrown outside the airport vicinity
into some swamp slowly sinking into it's methane fate
Useless used leather bags of this imported ripped baggage
worn and greasy no longer road worthy

The ol cliché rundown by the next bus

The cliché bus could come
Knees all there was left
 reverberating Impact and heavy darkness
creme crackered remains over the street

The ol take life by the horns
live it love it now
Cause the stray bullet
waits to cross your path black cat patient

Nothing humble about it
loud and overshadowing
Instinct rotten instinct
How could you enjoy life with that for fuel

Yet it's all there is for the mindless spaces of time
Those winding meaningless mindless spaces in time
The ol bus could come when you least expect it
save for instinct the rest's disconnected

Leave your work place head down worries surging
further into them doubts growing like cake dough your heads an oven
No one wants to watch the concrete pass underneath their own feet
dwindling on the useless speculations
moving gracefully through the ifs
No one votes to be stuck with last on the team anxiety

No faith required, it's all there like a surprise party
No need to wonder if that overshadow will creep back into your
short city dweller soul
Into that mind to take it's dirty toll

And the wires are disconnected
clichés aside if any harmful thought
caught my ponder for a ride
shook me and affected the way I decide

The next trip I could take
might mean I'll die

The dying cockroach

Get that dark urine colored wings on that thing
By healthy god why doesn't the thing fly
it's up to all hours scattering across hard floors
and crumbs and stains will be it's score

The spider legs kick up
we don't know if it's just the reflexes
damn the thing turns turtle front and dives into running
hit the wall and plays dead another hour

Oh the begger must have watched
The pollution offering him insomnia
and the street light a theater to watch the insect they call hideous
and it's antics across the sewer stained streets

The little beast twitches and it's legs bicycle pedal
The many tubes and pipes and drains sweet memories
before the rains
It's short but graceful flight straight into a fly spray mist

It's legs curl up no and it finally seems like life has left it's body
It's shell like body pales and it dries as if death had to breathe it dead
Scraps and rubbish was all it ever sought
There'll be mountains of it for a million roach generations after we are all mort.

Cross continental sneer

From way back there
over the dry and the wet
Over the water
That grin seeds

Seedy masked by jokes and digs
and words of ridicule opportunity
From over there
I still hear

I still see as if my eyes went through the ocean
lucky eyes you may say
lucky to see a seedy grin
A mildew smile

Over the sea I feel it
that sneer
that wrapped up face and ego glowing compare yourself the peer
That sneer that snide that whips searching my sadness

It's here come take it
come with your boats or your helicopters
across the choppy sea
Land in my city like a tear drop

A gulp of resentment
that still chokes you the night ponder prod
Damage me through telepathy
has your second sight the bite

From way back there
I can still see you plain as day
Plain as your anger
and this distance you've let it play in

Prejudice and it's allowance

The children weren't allowed to play there, if only, it wasn't for the stench
Because prejudice sat there on the park bench
Hostile semi grin, forehead stress beaten, eyebrows smiling
rather cockroach, rather sin bound aura radiating vilely

The children lingered in the grassy dell
smiles and cries of laughter that let go rose and fell
Bless their little wondrous ability to become, to see feel and smell
Yet ambling by was the curious eye of prejudice

Bridges would collapse
and houses would burn
if this mind was sent toward disaster

Bigots are such useless chaps
Thus they should rightfully earn
their grisly deathbed faster

The ragged raven and the glandless man

The glandless man walked onto the city square his lips formed thank you
where addicts lay huffing under dirty blankets
Great man of stature bent down and tasted their drugs to cure his blues
walking on to a dirty city, one he helped pollute

Giving up his money to me as the roads curved the notes acidic to his hands
off he went to heal his bleeding nerves that still yearned glands
And the streets were calm sidewalk onlookers kept hush on those pavements
When a friend stepped up and with him a hungry ragged raven

He too delivered his fortune unto my hands saying it was the burden of his current lot
and greedy eyes lay in the hungry ravens head and my hands lusted to deliver buckshot
For the bird would not do more than accuse and rummage begging for a slug
His wings were a black leather jacket and his white pasty complexion repugnant

And there the money went to the palm that grew on my side of town
Just before the fingers that carved city roads into the ground
Glandless men and pseudo thugs their illusions so sound
A circus in the center of my hand, for I could turn perversion upside down

What the sky wrapped

She, the fearless trekker
The pioneer
Nimble fingers
strong legs

She, a bundle of pure energy
the air behind the flute
the realizer of grand thoughts
She, the dawn into glorious days of warmth and light

 Wrapped in the sky
delivered to me
The most vital of woman!
A force uplifting

Verily, we busted a brick or two out of the walls of heaven
 so that we may build our own realm
The sky gave us permission and so we build our own world

From side to side

Before the water
I watch
The old horses daughter
Me attached

From side to side
before jets of water glide
to the firm gift
above and below a taut midrift

From one leg to the other
Hopping for the water to catch
Hopping for liquid and life
Me attached

Cool nights make it spring
jump and jiggle
My day dream is a midnight snuggle

A vision of the shivering smiling one
For twas with passionate eyes that i caught her

The old horses, little gorgeous adorable daughter

The food goes a wasting

off it goes
and in the sack
speeding up the stench
until it´s drenched and carried out to the bin

and the hot afternoon ferments it alot more
until the rubbish truck comes to the front door
and half of that sack was filled edible food
and I guess leftover eating is just too rude

So off it goes, rotting cause it´s a day too old
into the sack with the packaging that didn´t get recycled
into the whickity whack of the peddle step lid lifting flap
Our irresponsible conservative trash throwers, bible bashing funk boogie litterers

And out go rivers of food to nowhere, not to hungry mouths
But to the glorious mountains of methane emitting waste
God bless the dump

Sanctomony under fire(George Miehle)

Here I bombard you explosively full of fuel and fury Mr Miehle,

Mine mine tickle up in arms------------------------------------------------------------
your day is a cucumber------------------------------------------------------being mailed-------------------------------------------------------------------
But dismissed as female feline fur and not at all macho like Abe!
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Moses offers his breast and the thirstiest of Egyptian statue heads laps but not from the thigh but the tight feline tongue
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as if broth gymnastics could speak and perhaps gave hind limbs permission to lick in the name of king of kings, licking hard enough to part the sea
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 But cats and snakes can't talk silly that's merely make believe or blasphemy, Mine mine tickle wobble my direct line to the almighty severed by the invisible scissors of humility.

George Miehle got two feet and one hand nailed to the cross but he ran out of members to finish the job, lucky god was there to help him out, and did so by giving poor Miehle a few hours to reflect on his pious shenanigans, after that Miehle pulled himself painfully off and chewed waffles with his own salty tears replacing the maple syrup he refused to buy because the last stuff left was Canadian.

Without the click(it'd be the fungus)

Those shoulders carry munitions to the barrel
Under and overarm destruction seeks
oh how it seeks
Over rocky mountains armed with black metal assault rifles

Ordenance for explosives and a cause that killing will realize
A cause that damning humanity will make true
Fire and flames and shrapnel happy to see you
Ancient hooks and under head cloth the earth bound hate whispers

He says nay I Keep thy world sane, thus heed my pretty curse
For war justly gives the hopeless purpose
engineers, armies, doctors and nurses
scape goats and cemeteries and stretch limo hurses

Old worlds and new ones explode till they're numb
and netherworlds seethe for down the lost souls come
Without the click without the trigger without the bomb tick
We'd just be forest dwellers playing fiddlesticks

Without the war without the brawl the barb wire and big walls
we'd be so idle, so happy go lucky, humankind would fall
Blame the leaders of Isis and Russia, Israel and Palestine
Because of their efforts there are less babies crying

Without the fire, the insanity would flourish
For if a world like ours was perpetually without war
There'd be no peace to encourage, no settle the score.
No polarity no fight! just tranquil boredom while we wallow in the light

No separation chasm or division
No gulf or border, no split no diabolical fission
Not even the glint in the idealistic eye's vision
Without the click, good god and the evil devil would have nothing to savor

because we on earth my friends are no more than tongues that curse and pray
from the mouths of light and dark longing for flavor.

World fine world

What a fine piece of fruit floating in the dark
dead and empty without the sun
And all topsy turvy without the moon
Fine world where I exist

Fine world fine world
generations in clusters
We've finally evolved adam, to touch the mad screen
We've finally evolved eve, like magpies after shiny treasure

On trains we push in like the desperate robots we are
Our fragile emotions are activated
just because our exteriors are soft doesn't mean were not programed
And just because there exists philosophy doesn't mean we continue questioning

Oh lovely computer viruses do as typically as you do
act as predictably as you act
For no second coming will absolve you from your thoroughly mundane...
lack of true love for life

In man himself be the bullet tasted

The core in us is surrounded by skin
and we cannot easily grab what´s in
Cannot open our own chests to reveal
The piece of us that the outside world wounded that only we ourselves can heal

We cannot beg another to stand in our place
We cannot shield ourselves for the flow of unpleasant words from unsatisfied mouths
expectant world bowing to the whip
Inside the hand we must feel the urge to take it off chance´s force

In man himself must he find the courage
Must he bare the burden and become initiator
The fire that rises each time man performs for courage
Is a cleansing fire that lays all manner of curses, ills and ailments to waste

The taste is mistakenly not always the bullet
but severed tongue lip and tooth
Bravery also holds hands with death
surprising friendships like that instill the fear to stop men from their quests

Sincere and touching earth

Not second guessing feeling
keep the heart contained
When it flies out with no wings
and just leaves a blood stain

Agitated emotion arguing with desire
call these feelings overexaggerated
unlike sincere, just floating and unreal
Lofty and impractical

The world should medicate itself
excitement is a disaster
words of love from the mouth
easily said but not proven

and my exaggerations
don´t equate to Faith
Truth is what I offer is warm and vital
let me be your sunlight

The one girl I love

The one girl I love, I love true
Bit by bit every great piece of her comes together
The glow of her after a hot day
the thought of her through my work one

The one girl I love
Shows me a little more of her spirit
Reminds me of every virtue I'd rather ignore
And makes me appreciate the world a little more

My awe inspiring relation arrived

The bandit and the snake

What is it to fall?
to come to terminal velocity in a descent toward the ground
What kind of regrets are let go?
how many people are forgiven by the faller?

And to fall knowing it's real
knowing the sound of every meter passing by
is the song of death through the air
No parachute on my back

In the distance falling parallel is a bandit
pistol out and shooting bullets at me while we fall
His aim is about as good as his life was, he can't hit me
trying to chase me through the air and load his gun but the bullets fly

Mercy thank God what have I done to deserve this
A huge container of sawdust will break my fall
As I look up to brace myself for the impact
an anaconda comes bearing down in my direction

It passes me grazing it's scales along my arm and disappearing into the sawdust
And I ponder as I make enough room in the sawdust to breathe
What is to have fallen?

Heroin lazy

Your forearm not as tight
Fat has banded together
Accumulated
On the street corner dealing complacency

Down in front of the T.V doing some of that
Life dreams come true in the imagination
Early rising long days far from the horizon
When push comes to shove which it doesn't

Do I envy you fair air pusher
yes I do
even if you are addicted to nonaction
And here's how

Despite your conforming to a complete lack of effort
You know how to live, to smile and to inspire
Your love of life lightens my heart
Your ability to find fun in every moment destroys negativity

You are incredibly saintly however much addicted to couch potatoing
And no one seems to see the insanity of the world from such a view as you do
memorable friend do I judge you?
Maybe I do, but the best part of me envies you too.

By the roadside

I have mustered faith
to get through the trees
So many faces are trapped in the bark
So many leaves fall like fingers and hands gesturing quitting

The train may have passed
The last car may have left
I'll make my way parallel to the roadside
In the rose gardens

Thoughts like petals
No thorns today
Aroma and color
All I wish you, all I want for you is peace, here I am

The high flying pass me, glass and palm wave
Grinning let them grin, forgiveness I fought to know and send
space for love in the heart to buy me an afterlife
Permission I was given to accept

up ahead there's a war to win
But I'm not there, I'm in the grass
My silly mistakes the eternal jokes the socially prepared laugh, day minds chanting
While I just play for a few centuries after knowing you

I'll just play by the roadside
On my wait, after my life gave it's multitude of sensations and emotions
those cars just pass me by, faces I once knew
People told me they were important

And here I reside among roses that hide children's smiles
Death put me into a place so calm and colorful
A humble place next to the roadside
A place without lies

Pain was my fertilizer, my beloved rose garden blooms
So that when you go, I'll have a place for you too.

After armageddon time travel

Escaping the accumulating pools of water before the lightening strikes again.
The clouds are words and the wind seems to know itself.
The time travelers come back and save a few of us.
Locking us into times in earth's future when the earth will be empty of humans.

Extending the human story into the future a few thousand years.
After the world's technologies, transmissions and economies are affected by the comet.
After the months of the surviving hungry desperate hoards run out of food.
After the remnants of Armageddon have failed to continue human existence.

The earth will be renewed again, whole forests only partially affected by the floods and tidal waves,
will have spread through continents the sweet tickle of 10,000 years make life a little more evolved.
Abundant life but with a few new even more dangerous predators. 

The time chambers will open along the mountains where the storms were so strong
they reshaped the land.
And a few families will start all over hunting and gathering as the Neanderthals did.
The screens and data on the wall inside their chamber are just meaningless hieroglyphics.

No guns or bombs to protect themselves from the new watching beasts of the night.
And unless they learn how to trap and build the time travelers work will be invain.

Temperature of passion

Emotion bursts out
 the heat of words sends her walking off
 Feel so much of that temperature of passion
 Off she goes the heat of our words and the day

 Enough love
 For there´s a dam of good feeling
 endless good feeling toward her
 I beg to only remember the embrace

 Me and my thoughts about her sunny person
 Me wrapped in her hair attempting to enter her dreams
 forgetting my troubles and reminding myself
 Of this woman who has chosen to love

 Quick forgiveness but the day boils our patience
 our heads together drops of love in the sweat
 our cheeks and closing distance to kiss
 the Sunshine knows her with me now

 Move, run from me if you will, but run back
 your skin your heart and your words
 massage my existence
 stand in front of me, a true woman's smile

 Let us meet water together
 new drops over us to clean and bless
 sometimes tangled emotions accumulate confusion, creating such a mess
 Yet you are the one I love, and more than that is irrelevant

You are my tanker

Two roads cross heading off in all four directions
The gas stations do not have fuel
they just sell food and ornaments
We have to follow one of these directions before sundown

Dwarves attend by giving excuses
some desperate for fuel, drivers shout abuse
we just cool off and accept it as we make for the next town
The scenery takes your focus from the roads ups and downs

The helpless and the hopeless exist on leftovers from the wealthy
their plans intertwine and pride cooks banquets
I'll eat the wrong food at the wrong time and wrong place
Forcing the clock hands like a kidnapper until the batters made by me

Heavy roads the land wears like long robes
Like a list of sins I beg be forgiven
Or a list of demands I beg be considered
I'd be running on empty lately if it weren't for you my tanker

The sound of laughing

The car started
motors making burning fuel mumbling
Few in the room no expression another few smile
couple giggle and one laughs
Heaven is a state of dishonesty

You'll never wake from this dream about a lie
And when it ends well one of those crazy theories will be proven
You'll be like a teenager learning what sex is
Or a child getting their mind around why man would create the atom bomb

Little shaken in the soul
But the car started and it's idling like the belching BBQ eating politicans
Beautiful gestures of charity and sincerity to perfume and dress lady bribery
Little shaken of the ethics but super experts on what god is?

Paradoxes lock up the poor and stupid and throw away the key
I see poverty dance and pray and the sound of laughing from prosperity
The afterlife will be a kick
Lying joking and giving the devil the slip

Selfishness such pomp and ego

I ponder on my own
well by myself
beside myself
what a self

I ponder what would happen if I didn't get
all the things that I want
I feel sickly Feel someone taunts
It's all about me

No one else in this universe
Just me only I well thank god for that
I don't help people too busy with myself
I don't spend my time or money on others

Cause it's all about me
Center of the world sit down and congratulate me
I Come first in all competitions
the accolades are there for my hands to wrap around

The envy comes from without and goes straight in
in to my greatness, I only think of wonderful I
What a pig am I what a beast I have been
has there ever been such pompousness, such arrogance have you ever seen?

The one you love

Emotion bursts out
the heat of words sends her walking off
Feel so much
Off she goes the heat of words and the day

Enough love
For there´s a dam of good feeling
endless good feeling for her
I beg to only remember the embrace

Me and my thoughts about her sunny thoughts
Me wrapped in her hair
forgetting my troubles and reminding myself
One woman has chosen to love this

Quick forgiveness
our heads together
our cheeks and closing distance to kiss
the Sunshine knows her with me now

Move run from me and run back
your skin your heart and your words
massaging my existance
stand infront of me, real smile

Let us meet water together
new drops over us
emotions are tangled and accumulating confusion
No you are the one i love, more than that is irrelevant

Four wars

The spread of four wars
Arms are being contributed by the philanthropic west
Towns with no schools are recruit centers
Warzone orphans are our generals and captains

The spread of four wars across
four parts of the continent
Accumulating troops
no longer human

Deep lakes inside of us
full of turmoil and predators fighting to top the foodchain
Peace on it's frozen surface
From long winters that will come after the wars

The center of the earth will cook
put the fork in
The meal savory and painful
like rubbing salt into the wounds of illiterate soldiers

The unwanters

The splashers in the pool of self filled boredom
the sarcastic jester brings out the worst in those closest
The beserk judge declares all efforts futile
The moronic stooges wrestle each other distracting everyone

Is this my attempt? am I trying? may I not simply do?
may I not simply guide these young humans?
Smiles start turning up on their faces
Celebrate the hopeless waste of energy

The more I want the less they do
the more I work the more they laze
The more I'm aware the more they're unconscious
Why do I still love them all as if they were my children?

Ah the fruitless unwanters, they still absorb enough not to fail

The pauper's convenient death

The daily chaos is my clothes
Fist fighting complacency and apathy
My ten year old shoes have split on the sides
as I climb the hill to fetch a few empty cans

I've been washed away on stormy nights
Burned by the sun through the summer sun light
Down the hill I go no one can look me in my my sooty eyes
and when they do the polar expressions form predictably

Love from no one is a daily reminder
as I wander through people's trash
and watch real people move the world
with their cars and computers

Sometimes the bad elements come to start trouble
gasoline after midnight local neighbors and police
straight out of the calm darkness, they seem possessed
the ashes of me will be found near the dirty river

No longer will my teeth be shown to the sun from when I struggled to smile
No longer will I beg on trains or sleep under shop front awnings
They got rid of the me as if I was the disease
Yet a thousand like me are forced out of their homes everyday

Near Gliese

Near Gliese

In the libra
The womb of it
between the weights
Warm red dwarf

Galactic hazards
the mind bending search for life
lucky us swimming 25 light years from the mouth of the fish
Failed stars might offer us life

Spinning quickly, dangerous flare
Gravitationally locked
Inconspicuous
inside margins of the life zone

Lillith

Angel or demon?

The centuries whisper both
The succubus that seduced tyrants and depraved men in power.
sapping their energies overnight, then sucking their blood
and finally stealing their soul in the last breathe.

Lillith entered the world realm to slow the colonization of new lands.
Military men were prevented from colonizing new land in the 15-16th century world, because the would be conquistadors were seduced by an ancient power none understand.
And the blame would go on wild plagues or poison.
 unbeknownst to the would be invaders there were plagues on board but they were not on board to kill the invaders but to facilitate their colonial conquests had they been successful.

Those first ships that tried to colonize lands before the Spanish, never even landed on the new islands and continents they sought.

!8th century purge in the French aristocracy paving the way for the revolution by the end of the century. The fighting class of aristocrats who fought to expand the empire and imposed unfair taxes and laws over the merchants and a new class of industrialists were being found dead in their beds.
These were the men who organized and facilitated the power of the monarch and church over all of France. And one by one from 1733 until 1787 they were killed at night sucked dry. At first the commission for medicine said it could be another strain of the black plague, but that made no sense these diseases killed the poor first and there were no boils on the skin.

By 1787 the upperclass had few men with the competence or the courage to contain the new mobs of organized freedom fighters who wanted rights and freedoms that the monarch refused to give.
There stood Lillith in the back ground after she had sucked one of the last elite generals dry, she went to the streets whispering infectious chants into the ears of the unruly crowds.

The maddening of the motorist and pedestrian

Busy city streets, groups of people walk together like herds
Like prey
Like they are being threatened
like they're becoming extinct

They are all trapped by the same ideas
but you can't read their minds
Sometimes they're divided by the traffic
What is this vulnerable species we call the pedestrian

And how foreign when inside the moving glass you travel
How particularly them and us does it get
declarations of war and desires of sickest kind are sent across zebra crossings
the non stoppers taking on another few pounds of unwanted bad karma

Lunchtime gangs that cross the street anywhere shouting at bikes, kicking vans
Cars back up to make parking spaces before horn brawls cause what's uncalled for
A knee, a hip, a leg is clipped and a thousand curse words join a promise to sue
Oh powerless pedestrians on foot and the conscience motorists will never grow

The majority swap roles forgetting they were once a driver or a walker

  

Accept death first in dreams

Before you sleep accept death
as you get lost in your mind and it tells you it's something else
panic swells and superstitious clingings dwell
It's all darkness and the mind's madness dominating

You must die and accept death in dreams
while you dream love the grim threat of death
Let the night rob you of your stability and your sleep
Know your fear taste it and touch it

And abandon all hope of comfort
Align yourself with the discomfort overcome it
Accept the death that is offered when your senses are blinded
Love the thought of death for fear of it just gives power to demons

Numbers that could kill you

The city seems to be
Pretty near it's statistics
survey is death
survey is impossible numbers

Have you chosen the right number
Fear is in us all
fear of death
that we will never wake from these long seconds dreaming

That we will be shot
that we'll become a statistic
Oh life give to us pure stress as we sleep
and if we are not thankful destroy us organ by organ until we are thankful

Love the noise

Life out of the womb
in the open streets where excess and lack curdle in the gutter
and the thumping of passing cars vibrate the cracked concrete
Sirens pass and run straight through you

The no one's with their phone stereos
up the funk with bombastic sounds that will die out with the era
the sewage of sound pollutes the air and the ground
The brevity of life filled with the beating and screaming

Monks go silent
and the youth get violent
what are we beyond bla bla monkeys
what are we but the creators of audible chaos

Live for the hype in your ears
Love us, we all love us, so biased with the speakers blaring

Ice cream headache

From the walls of ordered responsibility
we have found ourselves accountable to organize excursions
Excursions from the truth
head in a book writing semi listening to the ramblings and provocations of the educators

A place where children like us may think of ourselves highly
Where we can taunt each other professionally
Theorize about how our actions are really effective
But when you arrive in the real world none of your theories got you there

In fact you don't even drink your own milkshake you just feed it to others
And when you get to grey day big steep side of the cliff building of enlightenment
You'll realize with the rest of the dumbfounded crowd of educators
No bus got you there and no bus will get you out

You'll follow misfits through the parts of your life that went unlived
Then when you get on the bus you'll have to drink your own milkshake
You may find there's little flavor just a killer ice cream headache
that you had been offering others for years

You may drink your milkshake with a certificate or religious document
You may drink it with a license to shine but the only ones who will congratulate you will be the...

dumbfounded souls that made it that far with you

The importance of age

I put the freshwater crayfish into the barrel
months later they were big
I stood before the neighbors creek vegetables had washed down from their garden
fruit crowded the branches of the overhanging tree

Age and importance dwelled in the lounge
sun in, kids out the tangible contract to happiness has been found
Subtle habits strengthen with the age
The insistence on importance when lacking just rage

Another coat of paint on the wall
yet we're still living in the past
A few new cool words but we've not reached modern
Age and importance youth's illusion to maturity's reality

We are all old and unimportant going from illusion to illusion
carrying self absorption in the genes

Elvis and those drugs

It all shook him up
like emotion in a cup
weekends of crushed pills
trusted circle of friends snorting smoking gurgling

Elvis and his sanity melted like mall sugar
Expectations as long as side burns
Washing down a mouthful of crushed pills
Infront to of t.v and his child

Give it all away, eyes down
as it all came to easy, fools look up
A species on a poster
to live on in the hall of fame

To never overdose
or enter the coffin
to have those last fat years before the grim reaped forgotten
To be known as the king even when all manner of debauchery was the regime

Love is silent

You have opened the rusted locks and bolts holding the heavy gates shut
And what was inside was unstable
You are quiet
Love was in your hands when you opened my heart

Acceptance was in your silence
Joy was in you voice and musings
And in the calmness of your embrace
 you taught me about love without conditions

Love is sometimes noisy through dreams
Very loud on contact
deafening through your smile
thunderous through your touch

Your love is silent and constant, behind the lights and empty promises of the outside world
For noisy love is only evidence of noise in a city of cacophony

You have cleaned those heavy once rusted gates
You have oiled the hinges they are now unjammed
Polished the steel and mended the fallen spires
And you have locked yourself in there where love is silent and real

The sandwich maker

What will you create in the theater of your life
when everyone turns around in the audience and you are in the light
Imagine your voice is the one people hear and laugh
Your every action has become the current joke

Up the stairs toward the theater sweet strangely shaped plums hang from a nearby tree
You may imagine the flavor as the eaters sigh in pleasure
you take the next step up toward the limelight and forbidden food
In the conference hall the sandwich is prohibited

Everything is banned except for mockery
Mockery is down by law
Every face in the theater is on you, the spotlight is on you
No one is watching the stage

At the back of the theater the sandwich maker works hidden in the foyer
making hundreds of prohibited sandwiches for the noble mockers
The infallible trendsetters accumulating fear
and those unbeknownst to the fact they will be next

Sunlight and inertia

Teach and heal in the sunshine of meaninglessness
Humble today, student's ears.
I hear you all desperation and confusion
How can clarity move through me to you?

Like the sun through the grass
Warmly informing you
Subtle love in that approach
My curiosity is a spinning top

Teach and heal, thank life
Humility take my words
I'll tell you of anxiety's recipe
so you may exclude an ingredient or two

Like the idea moving through the mind
Sense swarming in you
Subtle love in your response
Your acceptance is inertia

What do I give?

The skidding shoes across the moist hot pavement toward the train
almost as fast as roller skates
Life itself would get bored to death if we chose not to compete
so we race everywhere and in everyway

Commuting is a sports game
Leaflet distributors line the main streets
Beggers and mobile street vendors come at you as if insane
Nobody on the same train as you wants to meet you

And on the way home the world wants action
The teams of busy bodies are out there to recruit you
Away from their air guitarists and across their fields of games
Into the forests and gardens where desires were stolen

Across roots of abundance that stop you to see what you offer the world
The branches push you down
away from there get lost in the gardens where anything is possible
Under majestic trees that grow close to the cloud

Alone you must ask yourself "what do I give the world?"

The disproportionate cherry tree

The trunk grows at an angle fat and thin in places
It bulges and curves like the human body almost as gracious
The wide dark speckled flecks are it's skin between the gnarls
And the mottled swollen openings it's scars

Come spring thick blossom will invade and compete with the new leaf
it will invade the air and our senses with it's delicate aroma but briefly
Overt signals that abundance will come as the days lengthen
Yet will it's structure stand firm under the yield the season sends?


Come the summer the leaves and cherries will fill it's boughs
The disproportionate branches that form limbs as if muscle bound
may not be able to take the entire weight when the summer fruit speaks
and the trees supports will bend and creak unless the cherry pickers reach their peak

The shrub vibration

Sweet rains have begun
The season shift
A driven airs of the South
fighting and running from and through the north

As lively as if the clouds were electrified
In the mouth of september full of light
each hour of the day
The blinding mornings and dim dusks

The shrub vibration
of this tropical spring.

The spider that knitted pride

Some rules you break some you follow
Laughing and hanging with preferential friends
There are your colors there's your identity
The spider is knitting it into a jersey for you

It's working its way though that jersey
like a methamphetamine artist
Soon you'll be worthy to wear it in public
But for now lets just watch the eight legged tailor

When the log drops

The car's on the side of the road the engine's still running
You stop to watch the log drop and the whole ceremony
And everything you believed about superstition was about to be proven
all the great esoteric carvings would come alive somehow

Afternoon sun dying gracefully  with the day
You could have driven straight home alas curiosity won
The fierce ghosts of the past all etched into that wood
will fall and become part of the canoe

You should of thought about the grim accumulation of curses
for naiive tourists it couldn't be worse
You may have your little neck charms your tattooed arms and social karma
Yet here's a ritual symbolic of destruction

A ritual designed to dry up all your luck
So back to your car which you left running
down the road you go but the motor is moaning
You are out of fuel and the town has few gas stations

Sunday's log dropped and you're stranded in a strange town
So you leave your car, your log, your ride
To find some gasoline before the fall of night
Long haired teen boys idle near the pumps

Their heads are joined to the sky they can't hear you or help you
If you hadn't been dabbling in log drops this kind of witchcraft couldn't manifest!
Me I travelled 60,000 miles in one night on the shape of my face as a surfboard
and witnessed it all behind my eyes quiet slow motion

The whizzes and the pans in the dark before dawn
are the little snacks that I adore

The water, and christ

The spiritual temperature is hot tonight
We are the bricks in the road toward glory
we are the rope securing the raft
We are each a single note from the beak of the morning canary

The psychic heat wave is bearing down
It finds the mercury in us
For we are the lucky thermometers
Asleep or awake in the python

Don't choke on these vivid dreams
The snake sends them and they are of water
Submerged crucifixes, he bathes his cross as if it was an invalid parent, out of all affirmation
Down the steps where the public stands shocked, unable to jeer or blame

Cleaning the blood off, face full of cheer
of all affirmation, for in water that heavy blood soaked cross has no weight at all







Amen

Love from someone real

The person I share my life with
That warms me with her giggle
And guides me with her sense
that refuses I be single

Joyous ponder to know she´ll  be there when i get home
Or when i pick her up from the swirling chaotic city
It´s her smile and her knowledge of me
I know I get love from someone real

She moves just to be in contact with me
one of the few true things that grew on me
is that the best of her few can see!
That´s what brings my smile and my knowledge of her

I know I´ve got love with someone real

Where ostentation drags you

Spend that coin on a focal point
So the eyes of the folks will point
When they visit the new house exactly half an hour late
There will be an afternoon of chitter chatter dedicated

There will be the sunshine you prayed for
All the plants will be in flower
You will harvest sighs of envy
Their attention your hour

Each opinion is a bowl of fruit
Some of them are ripe melons
Beautiful berries sweet and lasting flavor
Some of them are bad apples and sour grapes

Yes they went wrong from the vine
No tartness or future in wine
just bitter, sour balls of unfounded pride
Cautious to attempt to spread their illness between the weak willed

An event where ostentation is dedicated
chitter chatter is skull clicking over insignificant matters
Invisible trophies
False appraisal for an overindulgent ego expecting high grade validation

This man I, Won my life

The dagger scraped my abdomen and fell to the floor with it's intention
If I was being me and it got annoying here's your best one
It didn't rebalance itself I'm still winning soul wealth
It didn't sicken this my earth bound definition of health

So pay the priestess hate or bow to your statue envy
 Sorry to say the center of the universe aint you, never will be
And those feathers are yours when you spill that glue
Got my life back and rushed into prayer and blessings too

I didn't eat the evil or the wish for foul play
I didn't even desire for my enemies to have a bad day
  I may still bear my teeth before your hate has gone
So until then bitter friends, you failed and I got a hard on

I forgive you from deep down and watch you with the words of the eye
it's just bad luck if you hate me and read me online