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