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