Drastic notions (of) Athanasia

Humans develop
dragging new accents
dropping network abbreviations
into electronic envelopes

Clinging to deoxyribonucleic acid
That's half the identity under the lid
Could you be the essential molecule
That secret, that chain, that life tool

Seven billion clingers with plates and cups
three billion chemicals, junkies luck
Will it make you spiral up
or make you spiral down

Running in two parts across the world
that are woven and sound

Milton's witness

When he was just a stick figure crashing through the ozone layer
Just a shadow on the cumulus
Skydiving with the summer rain
a lightening bolt

When the world was bound by walls
graffiti scribbled across
shades of him in their spray
Cracks in the brick that let him breathe

When he was the two yellow lines in the middle of the road
Not all traffic payed heed, yet their tyres were worn down faster than he
When he came out of the ground hotter than a fever
The steam rising in the question mark are you a believer?

Walking down from the temple of pandemonium
for an early swim in that lake
In ruining the world he still has a say
When true light isn't blocking his way

Put your love on the city

You put your love on the water
with your mouth you say
Those sweet waves are for my beaches my coast
Not an obsession, more than a delivery

You put your love on the road
With your body you say
Those sweet wheels are for my asphalt
not a fixation, or a vehicle

You caught yourself wishing
For something not tangible
Still I put a love on your dreams
Not fantasies, more than goals

You put your love on this city
With your mind you slide
Those sweet trains on my rails
Not metal, or concrete

No viciousness or anxiety
A heart as a symbol for the city

Gravity and silly con

From under the world where intentions are green
now I´m almost spread across it as it becomes a screen
Inside words and rhymes and paradymes
Now across the page a roar lost in google´s time

Just a human stuck to the Earth
more aware of gravity for what it´s worth
On the globe with not much more than a gut feeling
That an absent host perhaps observes from afar

Absent host meet the many dumbfounded consumers
Let me introduce you to the few that play god in your place
As long as we have the room
this is the human race

A comic experiment in a world of unquestioning masses
Cattle prods are our traditions, institutions and classes
People´s desires fluctuate like share price graph trends in bold
Where is the next silicone valley whizz kid to save the world

Another app, gadget or gimic to simulate innovation
When it´s just another touch screen addition that appeals
It must fit into a package or a barrel for a steal
You better rethink it artificial island style

So great creator if I cracked it, leave the prize money in heaven
If my soul exists to claim it, I´ll have no where to spend it

Precipice

Some of us have bought the privilege to blow up the world
Super rockets that can save us in the mind
Though chaos blooms as flowers often do
Some of us have hearts that will never soften through

Retaliation, a general steps out on to the bridge
With five trendy nukes ready to fly
He waves and he screams for his life
He has never felt so alive

The rest of the world retreats and hides
takes their families and heads for the countryside
Passing riot police and large groups of detained people
Soldiers observing everything and everyone

On their way trampled flags are picked up
empty gardens are trodden
abandoned restaurants are plundered
old ideas and morals remembered and forgotten

Lost in the suburbs on the precipice of the apocalypse
No public transport just a soft spring breeze

Pot belly cord

At about half way up the street you can see him
pulling on his knotted cord
Sunday sunlight
on the way to midday
street fair astray
being tipped gingerly into the hobo's beer can ashtray

Outside the supermarket twirling that cord
every shopper greets him but not square in the eye
half false happy kind of smiles
The ones you try on children
or the ones you try out for style

And he's himself, back rebounding off the wall
head full of saliva
brain an adolescent engine
street fair a game of observing
Counting greetings, nodding and hanging his knotted cord
Someone fall into his arms and receive a down syndrome reward

Head of the class

educators
we obedient
tell the version of the truth
best described by the pop committee

The A grade machine
the make up evaluators
The monthly cake and pedagogy
we are here to teach you

Correct you
stretch the comfort zone
not the one that conforms
Questions can wait

Trust your twin

Can you hear the wind
Piece of me
reflection
twin

The struggle to promote love
to sleep but to stay eternally aware
To tolerate the uncertainty
Combatting fear

Can you hear the breeze exiting the forest
passing our ears
The cold and unknown presence finds us
learns about us

And soon leaves us
as the best part of us farewells it
warmth remains
and glows

Lose and learn

The flavored underdog was fried in a super wok
The chicken the pig and the cow nibbled
They then started chewing relieved
Satisfied they swallowed and digested

The underdog was a meal they wouldn't forget
As each bite fell down their throats
something barked in their stomachs
as they bloated

The chicken went insane and ran into a fox's lair
The pig grunted and tripped on a birch root
In front of a fierce wolf rout
And the cow exhausted itself trying to kick the lion from it's back

The underdog was undigested
and infected the other animals will to survive
The animals vomited fast and far
all toward the direction they had feasted

The underdog's remains fell on it's bones
and by some curly magic the dog was restored
Sniffing the air as if born again, barking loud
as the chicken, pig and cow were devoured

The midlife shell

The clamshell that we must open

One that may not even have a pearl

But sustain us with its flesh

And shelter us in its shell

As the Midlife shell closes and the last beams of Juvenlight fade

There comes that call as typical and predictable as the Jung cycle of life

The body will ache from planting and cultivating

Not annual crops

But tall thickly trunked trees, years later heavily laden with fruit

Sidewalk engineers

Their tents were yellow
comparing was part of the role
Cloudy days were bright
traffic was slow

Animals hugged the sidewalk
Food didn't arrive
but mechanics did
in yellow rain coats with spanners

As the proud parent's of the world
descended from hindsight heaven
A garage appeared
A proud son stood by as a new car grew and grew

Until it was ready to drive out

Araucaria Angustafolia

Life is in a tale's breathing
A told tree story's survival the ear yearns
one that leaves branches cones
and readers overturned

The clumps, burrs and bumps
Of an impatient trunk
Branches curve awkwardly upward
A gum as sticky as my poetic word

Within it's bowls and balls are closed hands
holding the sky to the earth
And the puzzle to existence in it's grip
Five keen eyes in it's grain, a Magnetar

Indeed Sirius' sons and daughters
Emulating the greatness of the night sky

The thinnest palm

Seeds rain down in black coats
The flavor of the thinnest palm

The narrow post to health where the wind pries
the thin trunk toward the sky

Somewhere near the jungle's fat canopy
Hides the ripe bunches of Açai

Like small dark eyes building flavor as they observe the world
bouncing off the soft short fronds warning of curious winds

Fine tropical beauty
the thinnest palm's fruit, thank god for such blessed medicine
The tangible unique

The priest of a thousand muskets

How the steel ball shook the chamber as it launched toward an adversary
Tell us more give us details, intrigue us!
The boats were carried inland by the soldiers and priests
And where were the natives as the colonists landed?
Their location was only meters from the stumbling invaders

Violence and fear became the forest that day
Divulge indeed what were the details how did the conflict ensue?
Muskets roared and swords were drawn, painful handshakes with death
Which side lost more? Who came out on top? Who was left standing to meet victory?
Both sides lost equivalent yet the natives held higher numbers and the conflict was swift!
So what of the priests, did they fall? Were they eaten? How'd they fare?

One priest escaped with his life, was soon caught and recruited by a tribe
yet he set fire to their old customs, perpertrated atrocities on their identity
He assassinated their harmony with nature and invited foul distrust of women
Singlehandedly under minded their very heritage
With a book in his hand he did more damage than a thousand muskets
As the crown devised a plan to overrun them entirely

A trillion games

Somewhere in the middle of the day
A pound of will, a gram of vocation
In the middle of a suburb colorblind to grey
Children's eyes, a house's foundation
A family is a house, it's a shelter so to say

Somewhere in the middle of an ambush fate threw
In an elaborate bushwhack called life most are caught
The will to add to the name lives itself out in you
What a challenge, love, hate and printed notes that own thought
Fools pride left to graze, fatten and court

Somewhere in the middle is the soul pretending not be stunned
A trillion games could swallow us, why this one? Why this one?
Is it fear to feel that keeps us adroit meanwhile?
No simply love in us aglow as the world washes us in stimuli