The process of losing yourself

Run aground in a land of bars
Streets of dust and hurry
Over sized donuts
parking lots and terminals

No rain, so local people urge tears
To wet the ground and demand care

The bus drags on through the sun's glare
Leaves me at the four taverns
Many a surrounding slum in slumber
The candy bar drops and so does the bungy jumper

Downward to sugar upward to scorn
The polar opposite- living to die, dying to be born
Checking belongings
It's time to leave, to detach

What have I left behind?
My heart? My liver? My stomach? my mind?
Jump onto the bus and let it carry me
all the way to the terminal

This city has no heart, no mind
It uses ours to cry and think

Why can't I find myself
Streets have become so familiar
Where is my house, my love?
Those that were left behind by death do so half grieved

The rest accumulates like a lottery of sadness
No letterbox or window ushers me there
I search through the suburbs of panic and heartache
I kneel by the grassy verge near holiday parks outside the city

Rain comes to me there to keep the green, green
A lost friend's umbrella protects me
His words assure me that somehow I've grown
A comfort I have sincerely never known

The babbling masses

Baffled by the expression of a hundred humans who deafened themselves
Who drugged themselves to overdose, who drank themselves into comas
There they sit on the bus, their heads empty of dopamine
Their nerve endings burnt

Some drooling keenly, others frowning it out
Some mumbling just loud enough to hear their insane slurs
Others still tingling from the weekend

The community space where they scream scripture and indignation
Doesn't hit the frontal lobe hard enough to change their habits
fills them with pride and false notions of grandeur

cattle in a cattle cart just south of happy go lucky
Their mouths are for swigs and drags and teats for sucking
Their brains are for entertainment and gossip
A million tools await their use

And if you are no better than that quase buda
If you think having a soul makes us all equal
Look at the loss and damage if you will
What? Did they forget to send you the bill?

It's on the streets and in the tax and water you drink
Perhaps self improvement is not your thing

Last one to the Jeep

I followed them down into the perfect gardens
fenced and glorious
Off they went away from me
Between the regal hedges as high as buildings

Running off into the sunlight
Leaving me in the flowers and fences
Struggling to follow them
Running till my legs vibrated

Across the small pond where children dive
Murky water under the trees
Over the fence
into the Jeep

a piece of my family smiles
I'm the rotten egg

A dead church

The town simply ceased to exist
People left it at sunset mist
It would be completely empty

Entering the peasants tent late
almost nothing to eat, on a dirty plate
Smiling he pointed out toward the dead church

Late to reach the dead church in time
No place to sit in the audience, no place to call mine
Smirks at being the only one without a place to sit

Look at me the only one without a place
I cross to the other side of the fence, a disgrace
No one is there just an ogre

I cut the ogre until it is nothing
I re-enter the dead town rough
Spook the clingers

Stadium samaritan

The highest seats of the stadium reserved for the wealthy
He sits below
Formed in the street dust
A wanderer, a witness just a small man

He looks up and some who hold the top look down
None recognize this face slowly forming into leather
A small man at the base, wooden, broken and poorly maintained
He sits with the poorest and wallows in their simple chatter

Beyond the crumbs the high people drop, he shares the little he has
His smile gives away the fact time is his daughter.
As feminine as truth
If the poor surrounding only knew

Cackles and jeers is about all they can manage
Lives of crack wood
This small man shows them compassion
A commodity the peasants had little notion of

The small man left the stadium with empty pockets
as the show began
the toothless masses screaming as their sarcastic superiors smile down from above

I posted love

I posted an ounce of love
Hoping it would make it's way to you
Back then admiration feed itself on my doubts
Until it grew into a dragon

Love, love was saved and sealed within the envelope
To make it to you in abundance

I posted an ounce of love
with no knowledge if it would find you
Not a lust or a romantic love
But a love like a battery

Love, love like a force a power
one that could push you further
To carve a new world
and encourage more love by post

God will be obvious

The dead city is mine
it is for my strong sons to pick over
until nothing is left
for that is simple love for something that is dying

The field of the new age
Will soon be harvested by the hands of ambition
The sun ever looking down opinions and meanings are burnt up
burning recognition

The furious big cat of destiny and other predators will be tamed by the generations
The poison voids and dangerous routes will be made safe
The con man will be repudiated not by man but by the aura of existance
His presence will be caught in the systems that are here to overcome our way of life

The colors of wealth will paint our kind
Traditions, scripture and dogmas destroyed in brilliant explosions
God will be obvious
Our spiritual connections never to be herded like cattle again

Prosperity of the soul's many inspired colors and flavors
Will crush prejudice and push waves of harmonic bliss
Ambition and failure pushing to us the extremes of human triumph
Refined global awareness moving in our lobes

The dead city is mine
here I will rebuild
Dawn for prayer
Day for creation
Work my brother and accomplice
Strength climbing out of me until the elder years

I don't need a rifle

Fearlessness

After coming in from the wind.

Unshrugged

Wind unwinning

Not defeated by the sky

neither by the ground

On earth no defense

Voice approximating thunder

I stand unwavering before the storm

it knows my face

My soul and body form the warrior

I am inside as I am out

Looking toward the horizon

as a hunter toward the forest

Colonizing space

Zig zagging
Accelerating
Changing color
Hi

Boosting up
Being hurtled
Landing softly
Greetings

Tell me the future
Use your calculations
Remind me of the limitations
And give me a jist of the limitlessness

Stir the power
Cook it up electric
Handshake with existance
I'm alive

The fruits of all labours and past lives(of water and food)

On the grapes of arrival
On the strawberry handshake
Between the lakes of success
The shack of good maintenance

The hatching of new existences
The first apple steps of a journey
Unfamiliar skies and houses
nectarine greeting

Across the coast
Beauty roams as a lost dog
finding us again and again as we fly
white sand and dark rock sharing a strong union
between the brush of waves and breeze bitten undergrowth

Once in the restaurant
entrees land on the table before complaints meet lips
Delicate foods prepared painstakingly to be simply devoured
Then an over abundance of food in rustic containers

Why have we received so much?
This pleasurable excess that is delivered to us.
This stable energy in the presence of good friends.
Choice for each mouthful more delicious than any food.

On the shores of The Purjesseys river

I've come to tell you this is not the hill
This is not the window nor the door
Nor the goal for your life

I've crossed the Purjesseys river
As the birds and children sang that god was a giver
I had little food and few friends yet I had some fresh truth
I came to stand here in front of you

I've come to tell you, you have not arrived
The skies will brighten and they will darken
sense will intensify and then dissipate
with no warning

To leave you full, leave you empty
on any given morning

I wish I could give you the ocean
and it's subtle changes would bother you none
I wish I could give heat ever after, accept the sun

Not ready to receive like the thirsty?
Who offer their cups to be filled, sitting by the Purjesseys river
Lightening smiting the generous of heart who indulge them

I've come to tell you that no word can solve it
That the spirit gains thickness as in mountains
That the spirit becomes as thin as a fishing line

You gain stronger legs crossing the Purjesseys
with a cup of it's water for the beggers
As the lightening hits you, the holy holy lightening
Christ shivers

I've come to tell you this death is unseen
you will not burn or in between
This is not heaven
Look up and listen

The world is a miracle, an atrocity
Look beyond the river
This world is not a theme park for your eyes or taste buds
Forgive god when it is

Staring at the storm

Staring at the storm

Flashes break out over the horizon
Clouds accumulate
Lightening constantly firing
Heavy rain in it's wake

Crawling across the sky
Descending on the city
Dust pick up and fly
from where it was citing

The flashing accelerates
people run for shelter
Thunder hits the ears
Animals give in to fear

I stand on the balcony hypnotized
It's advance enlivens the sky
It invigorates such humble eyes
Rumbling and cracking as it drives

Here I stand staring at the storm
Ever since it suddenly formed
from nightfall to dawn

Segredo de felicidade(secret of happiness)

The secret of happiness
The trick to joy
Hidden from almost
all girls and boys
...

The beauty of life
Sung in a song
wrapped in your hand
Re-lived through longing

The secret of happiness
queues form to know
Waiting day and night
come rain, hail or snow

The trick to joy
a thousand amateurs attempt
The real magicians
are ignored and unkempt

The beauty of life
of light and dark, cold and hot
Of every color and sensation
Everything earth has got

Answer me minus hesitation
The secret is what?
The path of gracious elation

The awakener

It comes in from across the galaxy heavy and bright
Like a spear leaving the hunters hand
Flying across the star systems like a dragon
Space not cooling it down

through our solar system and into the next
Hissing on it's journey
Then landing on a world with the drum beat of a thousand bombs
making it' presence felt

The dance was done on a sacred stone once the water receded
A powerful dance that could alter the very laws of the universe
That could summon every atom of energy in the spear

He who leaps up and grabs life
Eternal sunrise

A trillion suns

God is a trillion suns shining through you
Not burning your physical body but your waste

Attending silently
Bringing together the remaining piece of good in you
And sealing them together over the years

All prejudice affronts me-Is the voice
All empathy reproduces me-it says

Attending to the wounds in you
The ones others started in their ignorance
the ones you continued in your sadness

God is a trillion suns over you
Self discovery and forgiveness widens the smile
No judgement in the world

All actions, beliefs and reflections can be made toward love
All angles of your personality and behavior can be seen with your own eyes,
open them, open your eyes like dawn

As I glance at you(blessing)

I see you there, half relaxed, almost content, close to grace
I see your computer screen brighten your radiant face
I thank god a million times for your face and heart
I live to see you happy, each day a work of art

I see you in concentration on the many tasks you do
Not be distracted as I stop myself from interrupting you
Molding children's minds with a magic and a logic
Love in you and me and work practical

I thank god for a place to sleep by your side
A place by your side on the journey's ride
The long journey we must pass through
I taste the love I want from you

I send blessings daily and wish you well
Send the shape of a smile
that it would fit your face in your very own style
That you would be content in a chaos(school) so wild

Dance through the noise of the city
and come to me with a growing positivity
Hopes strengthening like growing veins across your heart
like my hopeful face falling soundly from your mind to your heart

Sunlight hit your face blessing it
admiration of a thousand children's memories
As I glance at you ask me what I see
Life and god pours energy into you each day

Celebrate the sun on long days
God gives them like rivers
Celebrate our time every moon
The lights of life and our union

The eagle in us

Gods and heroes fly above like eagles
I walk under them in awe
Some fall below me like duck season casualties
I walk over them cautiously

Youth is a variety
so much like luck
A flavor
An occasion just long enough for a transformation

Through the years we travel
Justice seems so abstract
The food of God always present
Yet our appetites for other things, form cravings

The great promotion of the charismatic
Flare as far as the eye and the smile can knock it
As youth is
So much like luck
A flavor

when they get knocked off the stage
they get back on the road
we furnish our own sandals here
for the road itself is painful
The aid of God is always available
Yet our appetite for pride, forms infections

Old age can be as negligent of life as youth
As the mind reverts itself to false certainties
Familiarities and limited content
Not much luck and not much flavor
But god renews the eagle in us
If our appetite for life still motivates us to the table

A piece of life(flying cow)

The cattle fences falling apart, grass trampled too
Holes big enough for a human like me to get through
The pasture had transformed into mud, something was wrong
And pretending to be a cow only works for so long

The weather seemed to change as I crawled through the fence
The sky cleared, sun heated everything a natural acquiescence
The river below me clear and abundant
shined up and invited me down golden and confident

By the river a huge hollow tree trunk, not far
Inside humans were counting their lucky stars
Their luck in muffled conversations each to measure
I swam under that trunk looking for treasure

I left the fearful there in the trunk in fright
swimming down stream over the rocks, out of sight
As I took flight rising off the water I met the sky
Over valleys I went swimming in the air, I could fly

I avoided a big muddy lake
and landed on a narrow road I was to take
where people from the past beaconed
I was given someone to guide, it was reckoned

I never taught someone to fly before

The blackberry for the boysenberry

She couldn't decide which berry to pick
Front yard fence falling down no tool to make it stick
The sky still on fire, dreams still owning all in reach
Brilliant eyes that went from the cool valleys toward the windswept beaches

She decided on one and sacrificed the other
Tall canes laden with berries all smothered
A lifetime of work it seemed buried under a split second decision
Losing such a thing took it's toll, the heart doesn't fade

And every edge of the place stays in my mind
Like it was heaven itself, when I look I find
And now it's on the market
The profit of posterity spent in a week

No wonder it rained
it cried, it begged to have that place, it pained
waiting for me when I returned one day
The pond my mirror the palm my hand

The deck my rest the lounge my calmness
Now the river bed is no more!
And the new river far from our abode
Would you leave the heart of the world?

The sacred dirt I can almost taste
The goodbye muffled
They've traded the blackberry for the boysenberry
I hope it brings them joy I hope it brings them faith

Their lives always a race
restless people will this really change your pace?

HIGH THANKS

Walking in the afternoon sun
What have you got to be thankful for today?
Right before the sunset a city basking
Gratitude off the clouds

The sun chips off them
sparks fly off them
The clouds bought you a day
Wind it's currency

The great knowledge of life
all in the sky above you
All in your gratitude
The horizon itself

Delicate cares

Brace yourself chasing destiny
Can you run with a cup to collect some of that
still stumbling and struggling
Optimism running away

Legs bouncing and kicking to follow
To see if this day can be that special treat
To see if appealing dreams like these turn sweet
Destiny over such mountains

catching up and throwing effort into it
With an armor of steel confidence
but a fear so flabby it catches any edge
Oh free us and propel us put us on the path

We beg and the sky lights up as if to laugh
All I want is a piece of the future
a big one at least
The castle, the land, it's people and the feast.

Breathless I may not follow destiny as close
And the cul de sacs were littered with broken mirrors and smoke
I blamed god and my mentors and the universe too
I blamed the devil himself for making me the one to accuse

Yet none of the noise in my mind led me anywhere
I was afraid to let go of my delicate cares
Don't ever follow destiny with a pocket full of fear.

Broken pieces of us

We are broken pieces floating across the city
Like throw away leaflets collecting dust and grit.
Our doubts sometimes conquer our beautiful ambitions
and faces on the train show the battles in play

We are just broken children
somewhere in the way
Of other's master plans
And exclusive prepaid space

Longing for direction
craving other's love
Our own aggression doesn't protect us
nor dependence on the man above

But I scooped up these broken pieces
and put them together again
The energy it took will require a feast
To celebrate losing fear of pain

Each piece of me uneven
Yet I somehow made it fit
despite failure, I stand and believe
while others would rather sit

So if you are broken
your pieces scattered across the rails
and have indeed yourself forsaken
Pick up the puzzle and get out of jail

Jimmy the celebrity

Jimmy birds In the Asian trees
Traffic man stops his flight in front of Japan hospital
traffic man turned into a teen basket ball player
He built a kiss in the net and hoop

Jimmy birds described watching it as just Rome
Jimmy birds so into the numbers so fly and Italian

Inch mine he said cross dressing the hotdog
Examining the sauce and heaving
Jeez morrow my friend

Jimmy held a dozen hobbies as harrowed
lumping dumping and budgeting his marrow
Showing us the best way to kill time chilling
His mind a boy driver and fly

Tiny ambition

He lay by the creek and what a day
free bamboo just wavering in the wind
long stems hitting each other
slowing the breeze through some strange green conflict
surfing it over the creek and sending out flecks of shade
He lay there and hummed oblivious

He accidently whistled to the life in the middle of that bamboo
Tunes that had taken the lunchtime air at the local school
dreams of greatness that mirred and blurred in the water
as it passed by his worriless head

The sun a blanket to hold him on the banks
as his mind stirred with every possibility
And the magic that seemed to make each idea fall into place
He would appear with a pocket full of spinny

Dip and swing each personality
Until inside out they follow as a society soon learns to
and be king over it all, emperor even!
The school corridor´s hoarded teens would bow
And the bullies would obey

selling them their identities
crazy addiction and obsessions form
Like the bamboo over the creek
levying the water
shading it and growing over it

All born of a tiny ambition

For all norns, all lacks and every abundance(Pai do universo)

Long play
Thin cheeks delivered to the after life
Bottled up, raised and bruised that way
The impact of life shaping his face oh
If that weren´t enough he went chasing trouble

Thrown into the cosmos at a transformative speed
Why can´t he be given heaven
Why can´t he experience the bright chance
Through the stars up there
All god´s plan and promise

Love in us, cleans us
Flushes us out
Means so much when we remember
Love that can bring us back from death oh
but their faith´s little and bitterness is high as the tide

So forgive us god
Our poor hearted family of the earth
Our pockets overflowing
give us the compassion to meet the dollar
Give us the care for our brothers known and unknown

Remind us of love when we are stubborn
Protect him overall
The cycle of life, love and eternity
Spinning about your head up there lord
Don´t let us be those meglomaniacs

beg as I may
No interest have I in your degree of hearing
It is my own soul that needs to hear and see these words
as they make their way into this world
That I may know I threw something out there of reverence

That I the small amateur should aim so high
When the aftertaste of the world is tasted as fresh as the gutter
Yet my tastebuds could still join my tongue in saying thank you for everything
The harshnesses produced from being unaware
The ability to continue to care

 Truth
Faith-
 Eternal aspiration

Killer and the bird

The killers exposed, spread out through the showroom floor
Among the clothes and the exhibitions the shop core
The bird well hidden, killers sore

The killers holding their guns and smirking at the clerks
Around the building slowly making an escape work
Catastrophe bird is confronted by the killers

The killers shameless laughter runs up the building's exterior wall
No graffiti yet as one killer pulls a pistol with calm
He shoots the bird in the arm

Injured it may appear to the killers' inspired eyes and ears
But the first letter formed up the wall, striking fear
and the bird grew an inch

Another letter formed on the wall and then a wing
The bird grew another 5 inches
The killer flinches

Suddenly the bird a game is blazing one meter over the killer hot and in flames
His wound still bleeding yet a symbol forms on the wall like a plan
And a blade as ugly as the wound formed in the bird hand

The bird cut the killer down three times through the torso as if to cut beef to dine
Still alive the killer pleaded but all the bird did was form the peace sign
It formed on the wall and so did the alphabet of justice

The synthetic

You'll go far brave robot
Not built out of metal
Nor chess piece wood
Placed and utilized

We wonderful tools
Here to solve the world
Let the possibility of fantasy
Rage hard against the dance floor membranes

Of our ever desiring minds

Complaining is that sweet reward
Great cars are sold as if the full lifestyle
Windows greasy with emission filled drizzle
The advertising that makes you a hero

Nuts and bolts bouncing around in the noggin
The truth is the robot can never be self aware
So long as the screen has conquered his stare
So click like with your robot hand

Worker ants under fascism

If I was the world's enemy and every mind and heart worked to crush me

I'd dim the lights and fix dinner on the express train toward humble

Expressionless in their hateful glows and scornful mumble

smiling elbows no doubt not needing cheers

Hating as a hobby, well nurtured fear

A million who've taken it up without making a choice

And the handful who chose it as a career

People pay for the decay of their own hearts and voice

Eyes adjusted by a nice tone of fresh brainwash

scandals that'd contrast their beliefs well hidden

Kicked off with another brick of rhetoric "smash"

Spat in the gutter working class mutter sudden

Certificate holding cons

sound-biting their way into popularity with rants

Instead of righting wrongs

Conspiring to occupy the worker ants

Devouring talent in a cannibal trance

A complex code of flattery and snobbery

Time was the coveted resource for robbery

And a system for the masses guaranteeing non-advance

The life cycle of lost youth

In the car
Supposedly off to see the angels
Clocks hogging the skies
Passenger's face sore
Anger fist and ripped ticket

Right at the entrance of heaven of all places!

So night pretends to know me
Friday wants to do business
And bright white chili's are burning themselves
on the way to my mouth

Doing the limbo as twilight get's the courage to appear

The car halts to a grind, colorful cal-de-sac
And off we go again as the road opens up
Some are born with a martyr in the heart
It's not my cup of coffee

Yet I have no excuse for lashing out

Flaming roosters all day times have vanished
The lights all grin
The sound of a pond crowded with horny frogs
I travel with color back to my birth

Damp ones

The fatherless fallen and demoted
Tis a world without mercy
world so lacking in compassion
and all excuses are held bible firmly

They come from across the swamp bleak and animal
Frowns that I must scrub into smiles
And the kings convict them and condemn them
And the world helps shun them

But I rip the curtain
And appeal to high god
For these broken men should live on
taste the sweetest flavors of destiny

And in the low forests in their minds
Wrought with foul creatures
Should we not give them dreams
The ones that are clasped like swords
To slay the beasts that surround them

Alas they feed the beasts
from the fodder of the highest and most pompous
their coveted posts
The carcass falls half eaten to the fatherless
They look up like blinded martians invaded

My hand is always here
to the swamp bleak and animals
Ignored people pushed to one side
In no one trust, in no one confide

Get a promotion Joe

The coin that spins on time
The urge for song and rhyme
desires suave currency
A chunk of your life sacrificed for it all

The movie brand blue sky
The happy tears that superstars cry
Gratitude grips the trophy
And thank you speeches remain lofty

The panel glimmers
reflects a lifestyle a winner
Ambition wakes you gravely
Bills and family
back you go to sleep like a baby

The post above is a crystal glass
A quarter full of arrogance is a must
Progress dictates you drink
Three quarters of ass kissing bubbly pink

You are just about as good as branded
a good head a cattle low demand
Conformity must be exciting
promotion Christmas Santa Disneyland
Ice cream in heaven my down to earth servant.

The truth about light and dark

The dark and the light squabble
They fight over the late afternoon...
aggressively
We can all pick sides, pretend we are not both

Love those serene interiors all pale all the time, all the way
Settle in to the planned light and shadow lack on white clay

In a room full of round objects unhealthily clean
Not an edge or corner can be seen there
and pale light can get into or under anywhere
Now that's a hell excessive, a no exit adult daycare

Love those artistic paintings three strokes of red
Multi dabble patch in the background, inspiration bled
quasi abstract and hoping to remain unsaid
A communist pond fishless but cluttered
A catholic pool predictably devoid of color

Now spring has taken the hemisphere charmingly
The light agrees with dark for the day in harmony
shaking hands upside down over the sunset
Winter was a tedious film editor long cuts of night
Developing everything with less participation of light

Love those long shadows that never deflate
 superheroes wear and call capes
Never truly giving in to the visual truth of samaritanism
Our minds crave an accessory to keep us in the prison
Imposed as fantasy against our soft needy confusion
ooohh swing me deep in your arms illusions

For light white and dark black do conspire
hark they do every earthly day
for the truth is possessed
by the haze in grey

Near heaven

The next column comes through
The next leaf buds open
Nature keeps moving forward
With the right water, soil and sun

Perfect shapes that emulate the universe's design
Whose fruit and flowers often allow us
to see and taste divine

The next ring in the trunk
The next crown of branches
Nature as royal and holy in it's habits as ever
Without pollution we live near heaven

Handed me the laces

The disorganized exodus
Houses in disarray
Vehicles stuck and arguments too
I left sneakers without laces

Without my souvenirs
or my California box
Through the small canyon
To the rear of some shanty town

Past the school kids who'd trained their sarcasm
And into a house
There stood a humble man who knew my doubts
Laces in his hands

He said those who go about tying double bows
Will harvest much when they are young
But those who have just enough to tie one bow
Will harvest most with what they know

Drying pants hanging off the pine

How deep and hungry is the devil's stomach, tell the truth
When he sends out killers to chase us down, we herds of humans
This field we've been left to run in, random trees and suspense
The cave man still in us running now cattle in a fence

Those drying pants in the wind
the man appears out of nowhere to master his sin
I looked up at the confident pine and saw the pant's size
They were hanging and swaying and singing goodbye

One blade, one man and a dozen people screaming for help
running through the field for their lives, every man for himself
unable to cooperate and overpower the maniac, fear in mode
The devil's stomach digested the whole terrible episode

And in the church where everyone forgot themselves
The knife was placed with care next to the alter bells
As the people and their killer prayed in silence
Soon to return to their hysterical running from the violence 

Gold did I seek

The small reservoir at the foot of the rocky hill
so silent and clear its water yellowy brown
reflecting the algae and the color of the stones
No fish just still clear water a meter or so deep

There is gold in there, I the punter said my thirsty wealth wanter
And sure enough there were signs, but I couldn't get it out in time
I'd surely dreamed of finding a nugget up that stream
The hill cutting the wind slowing it sharply making it pleasant as a park

At the foot of that hill rocky and calm
guava trees shading the muddy margins
That is where I reached in to get my handful of gold
alas nothing more precious than quartz did I hold

A president

The grey carpet
Like the hair left
wrapping around a bald,
flecked head

Around the portrait
to seek comfort
From the outside scheming
The walls inside the core of a nation

And when they can't dance or sleep
Then nostalgia and decoration
The colors on a flag
The wrinkles on a face

The smirk by the way
of some well delivered power play
The curtains have served
Eyelids on the greatest eye

Grey oh grey
All laws have holes
and fingers keys
Organs lube

Nothing outside

All true power from the heart
Give up self pity and the complaints as useless as slurry
Grow into yourself like a rightful thickness
Leave behind the doubt the doubters
Witness their downfall without judgement
Participate in goodness
Worship strength and compassion
Let those who insist on pain be
Wallow in the sunlight
The full force of life is with you
Passive complainers be harvested by their own negativity
Rise above it all

All true power comes from the pure heart

In their presence

The spirits in collusion
Surround us now like priests
Each blessing us with more power
Each permitting us further

In all the world we seek the flow of the righteous energy
It gets the best of us too often and we lose it like a favorite book

Some of these spirits worship us until dusk
when they fall back into shadow car crash sudden
And it is we who must worship ourselves as darkness finds our faults
The spirits in collusion lift us as we awake

Spear sword or dagger
Not a soldier nor a begger
Taught to believe we were alone from birth
The spirits dance

Let it not be in vain
And when they come to tend us
To open the gates on our prison of perceptions
Let us all awaken

Ever blessed with their presence
Let them help us create

Acute evolution toward the firmament

Doubt has been strewn out across the floor
like a field of wounded soldiers in death throes
The cloud hangs down just low enough for the young man to grab it
Bring it all down like a mega pinãta, slash it -stab it
break it open hungry jaws chomping the contents

The young man stood, looking over the prize, symbolic prom queen half naked in his arms
Fire brewing in his hands like a magician with a gallon of charm
Doors all open like his eyes now running on unleaded ambition
Flammable optimism that burns everything but him

Pushing the walls back and marching over these carbon stained lands
What will I plant in these wilted soils asks the young man
Tilling the earth he grabs the sky one more time
The brazen boy plants the whole horizon

Ohh some say he went too far
As he waters it each day with one million liters of Bellion

Truth
Generosity
Ascension

Power in the dawn-seeking bliss

This new day will require all my power
Shaking in the dark of the dawn not ready to cower
Face the stars last farewell as the sky lights up to play
The new strength is a strange steel working it's way into my veins

The words in this line tremble with that leaf growth acceleration
I'm all over the morning like breakfast plates, yawns and first blast showers
A thousand times the man with just enough will to allow it
Flexing for the sun rise and auditing the life lies

First ray hits me, I hit it with my Wednesday body
Wind sending goodwill as it passes my heart optimistic and bloody
Ears transmitting appreciation toward my true sense of god
Getting an inch closer to that perfect version of myself

Who engineered the mirror
made it me in the foot of creation getting clearer
In the thick and thin of the cosmos
in the garage of time, being made a boss

Lets blame the dawn, Yet I thank it handshake real smile uplifting
Reward my true sense of god and watch life pass from the cliff
That overlooks the wondrous existence we were delivered
Words askew that invited me to be a better man to live this
Flexing for the first light like some comic hero seeking bliss

Awaken
Trust
Flex
Deliver

Don't exchange the milkshake

From the time we see to the time we are gone
like a short lived breeze struggling to blow on
World a magic milkshake or a sewer pipe
What slogan sticks to your chosen brand of life

For the time goes quickly like day's sunshine is shone
Want the next big dream, sacrifice is the ponder
Let go of one thing you are fond of?
Death walks, is life too short to spend in wonder?

From the time we were knee high without the cons
Marvelous imagination kept sorcery in our wands
The World an adventure film based on our wants
growing up to become conformed and ensconced

Not a free thought to cast
Oh god put back the twinkle
When that child like spark is lost
The cost is triple

Versions of the truth that serve adolescent minds
convenient lies that adults indulge to break soul ties
Tools of their trades like sewer pipes
Instead of magic milkshakes and dreams so ripe

Love I'm sure

What will keep you going when the wagon breaks?
How will hope be an egg ready to hatch?
What do you even live for?
Love I'm sure

Where will you go when all doors are shut
even the familiar ones, now closed?
Where can you find that open door?
In love I'm sure

How can you form the kind of life that inspires you?
That gets your heart full of enthusiasm?
That makes the spirit rich no matter how poor
Again I'm sure that by love it's formed

Simple claim that seems so strong
That make life less tough
The universe most sacred law
is love I'm sure

The dog of the other dimension

The face of the dog soot into the clouds
written into the sky gravely, graffity hound
All travelers turned to drive back to their homes
lusting bridges already crossed as they'd roamed

Bridges that seperate world's and values
that part realities and hover over deluge
The dog head etched into the sky
warning any wanderer that disaster is nigh

Superstition may be a joke a loose mouth's give
It all depends which side of the bridge you live
which side of the vowel you stress when a loose mouth sends
Point shout laughter and continue toward the horizon then

Keep rolling toward final destination's wind tide
that broken bridge that has idle repair men either side
talking about the good old days and hiding from the horizon
And there is no river here sir just a seperation

Without the bridge it's just two dogs barking into a mirror
one trying to convince the other it's real out of horror
Not far down from where the realities shift
These dogs trespass at midday's a.m and p.m steep cliff

Current politics

Many tell us of the way to live
Have some special ideal to give
Some use persuasive discourse
Others verbal force
While less of us were born with a sieve

So all the lumps cursedly accumulate
all they say falls on our plate
Those hungry gulp it quickly down
even with an urgent frown
Just to choke on undigested church and state

As it falls from quivering lips
bloodshot eyes come to grips
with the mess sprayed well into blue necked abodes
Chunks rough and round as warts on toads
Crumbs so rare and roaches won't sip
On the regurgitated sludge of current politics

What a journey

What a journey life is said the road
Travelers always crossing over us
What a journey it is claimed the signs
But the sky just sighed and clouded up

What a journey said the rocks in the path
shoes and boots and feet moving toward the horizon
What a journey said the trees
Looking to us for shelter, then leaving to find their prize

What a journey said the mud
they carry me half way to the sea
before I dry crack and get lost in the breeze
What a journey indeed

What a journey said the lost boot
some moose scoops me up away from fireside
and the traveler walks away one boot tired
A journey indeed said the moose unpreoccupied

What a journey said the wheel
bumping along meeting rocks up and personal
profound introductions to mud up to the heels
The wood on it slowly peels

Bellion the grand

The huge lizards reflected in the forests dappled light
Staring him down like any face to face fight
The wounded captain glanced at his fallen men
most torn limb from limb

But fear didn't hit his brow
A dagger appeared in his hand still low
He'd drawn it undetected between reptilian growls
One of the beasts sprang up to rip a gizzard
Bellion hurled his own body at the regal lizard

Catching the lizards eye and avoiding it's teeth and talons
before Svylas staggered over the mound with Wagrons

Bellion was greater than the seven sons of Rasvlan
The lands of the east were conquered by his hand
and the furnace of the empire burnt at his will

Bellion had slaughtered the eastern Strak a major triumph
The most evil of monsters who'd claim a dozen lives a month
From Lecvillea to the southern limits of Vlanstead

Bellion the grand savior of Vlanstead
Bellion the great beautifier of lecvillea!
Heroe of the Wagrons

Those are them

They are the kids
The ones who haywire
if I could ever verb like that
If a verb could capture that

They are the instigators
the endless travelers lovers and haters
The youth of excitement and elation
They seek short term stimulation

As money comes toward the mouth
social norms that don't bless health
As money is pushed up to mouth
Chewing metal to feel the breeze

Each coin a drop of LSD
These are the kids
who drive their cars till they skid
roads a life a death a playground

An ugly boast so repetitive and uncouth
In the front seat paralyzed youth

They took the city

Aliens have claimed the city
Few exits and hiding places in sight
Every night there is a firefight
and another dozen lose their lives

They appear in the ruins just like magic
To wipe us all out but we don't die easy
To them, a new realm to do as they please
we hold up their progress

They send decoys
promises and banquets under shade
minutes before their ships land to make a raid
Aliens have claimed it all

Few of us, the survivors
science doesn't help us
Pure chance has got our backs
As dwindle fire burns houses black

Making a splash

Swimming away from the pod
Diving right down into the darkness
What ever is down there threads webs and nods
Rumors the rest of the world discards

Sure that down deep there would be no life
Or none that would lurk and drag the unsuspecting in
So the lost adolescent creature gets addicted to the panic
Toward the deep abyss where large animals vanish

Led astray with a passion for it's own pain lost
it's cries don't echo out of the darkness
Like a killer in the park
Warns whatever lurks nigh
It will soon be dinner time

Yeah the echo doesn't return
It get absorbed into the dark churn
Forgotten through an exit of shame
Becoming their own creeps
young life fades out in the deep

The damp dry out just to moisten

The valley between neighborhoods broken concrete
Littered with the bodies of drug users ragged and exhausted
drying in the sun like swamp birds

Apartments, each with a passionless cleaner
spending eternities on stains that would never come out
Their inhabitants crawl through the broken concrete of the valley

Up the hill where the grass is just a little greener
They fix bikes and cars until the sun rolls off
Hours of maintenance

A land where toil, addiction and poverty
are the soul ambitions
Everyone in the middle is broke

The world under a magnifying glass
Each ant clinging to their colony

One more life

If you have lived before

The squash before the squash

Life so free so forced

paradox so lush

Have you ever lived before

such that this life would allow you memory

Even as it is so extremely temporary

Do you have time for an epiphany

Drop down to earth for a look around

Learn to live stimulated and proud

Another round in the ring

Another voice to sing

 

Tomorrow is neutral

The walls shouldn't grow mold but they do
concrete shouldn't crack
and yet all signs of the hard life appear in our backs
and we get to bed aching muscles and heart so needy

And we still find the strength to thank a god we can't see
and welcome with all love a fat tomorrow to swallow us up
The sweet rhythm of the bus gears changing
and the homeless scream

When I look at the rules they've got stress lines across their faces
Peeling skin and nervous ticks
heal them where they are written
Straighten the letters god

And keep the train on it's tracks
Scrape that mold why don't you
and learn how to greet us as an angel
and how to hide the demons, there's space for them too

Mold and cracks are always going to appear
across those solemn faces that no longer hope
tomorrow is neutral
Don't blame life

A lost one

A life of playing around
She walked into boy's lives shamelessly
She never used to give a shit about monogamy
But marriage came, like age, like a new decade

In that small town
with few options
You used to love untrue, found a way to creep around
Your sneaky smile his heartbreak frown

Years grew a patch of boredom
An end to all things sordid
No matrimony is smooth
and now you've built a family, something to lose

Lips seek lips kissing is serene
Love's the medicine that keeps you sane
It went from a remedy mayday to a game
And now you've both separated

Love was once an adventure to you
Now it's one to him
life a double edged sword
frustration and humiliation

In a small town, a lost one
You saw it all fall apart
Embrace your children
and make a new start

In my pond

Walk on through
every angle of you ambling
Walk you are true
In my direction

Come on toward me
each step re-arranging
Open eyes and see
admiration as a reflection

I look forward to seeing you
taking pictures with my eyes
feeding lonely days with your images
Since our last goodbye

Walk on through
smooth becoming smoother
groove inside my dream
I dare you

Every angle of you stirring
Like a summer pond fresh of life
swim in my direction
sensually astute wife

What swims in you

Point to the lagoon
Now its divided into strips
watery dips

Each fish a flapping
Each splash a rippling
Born in the sun

In the depths
something big swims
dark and obscured

None admit it's presence
Books don't show it's picture
some beast whose mere presence could be felt

just beneath the surface of your skin

The cool off

Trees and dew drops and autumn wind kicking up
The blues and greens of the downward day
Moist and grey on my way to a cold concrete bench
There lonliness awaits in the shade of trees

Empty breeze, visit me, touch my hair
away from love away from people
foreign and strange quite incompatible
Sky wet and downward uneasy

Sky fare welling summer
and unwillingly welcoming autumn
Sky welcome me
and love me, recognize my face

For this month I am autumn
And I will cool it all off

The southern tipping point

In the car
Across from the garage of life
There I love till I can love no more
In that garage where love is made
In front of passer's by

All a fountain
All a fantasy
Driving down into the southern grey
Darkening suddenly like a mood brought on
By colliding islands

The southern tip pointing to ice
The skies as grey and red and as terrible
As a rabid dog's tongue
licking up the sky a purple hell fire

All a landing all a arrival
Brother city, walk beside me
As parents ride by
Little fangs in the grass
Petrol stations
Downward avenues

Missed pickups
Where is my brother?
Time out

Use your mouth for words

Motor on the moisture
muscle for your voice
Life's a ring
put your boxing gloves on

Motor on the moisture
Sanity strayed, so did you, didn't ya?
The world is made up of
a few million attitudes

You chose one
school, work, wife, son
Predictable run
Vapor in the steel baby

Vapor in the steel
spoke on the wheel
One million attitudes
spoken through idioms, exaggerations and half truths

Motor on the moisture
You're as cramped as an oyster
as moist yeah
Where's the muscle for your voice

when so many senseless minds give themselves the choice
To make noise with their mouths
while righteous fighters on the edge, toast their health
But cast out the empty words

Do it for me
give the word back it's power
meaning back to the dictionary
Motor on that tongue

on those lips
Spark it up
Only to fuel comprehension
Only to speak the truth

Be free-My farewell

Dead friend I won't see you anymore
Gone so very gone yet I can't ignore
No longer do you walk among us
Not calm agitated or present

How should I mourn you since death's sickle
Why didn't you stick to the bicycle?
I guess life wasn't fast enough
Meeting your end is rough

I wish you every furnishing of heaven
or a brand new life on earth
I wish you a strong angel for rebirth
Or who'll get you to the afterlife of peace

Some saw the man, some saw the desire
I saw the boy who could only see low tide

I pray for one thing, that you be free
that you be out there looking at eternity's sea
Checking out the waves the sharks and dolphins
from your invisibility

Dreams were chased in your life Ricardo
let the broken in you mend
Longing never left you friend
Be free of it as you pass on

Take God's hand

Heaven permits

The dialogue
Proximity to achieve love
Words of compassion
What a recipe

In the morning sun
Sleep is taken out of you
dreams are slowly blended
A birth of sorts

Food shared like love
Every hour awake
Strange souls welcomed into our lives
Each a seeker of the unknown God

For the known is scripture
pride sermons
applications of manipulation
is the god we know and hate

The one we love
IS In our own achievement of compassion
NOTin long encouraging affirmations of traditional belief
IS In simple dedication to love, acceptance and forgiveness

Carnaval

It's all in the eyes
And the mindset
The city has a thousand diseases
each with a million symptoms
That can only be seen through it's citizens

And the world is one fat child crying out for attention

The voice stirs
And the headset
Neighborhoods blaring out noise
each with it's own musical toys
That can only be heard through it's tolerance

And the world is one trumpet blowing and getting blown

You with the map

The preacher told me about creation
The sermon ached, ached of a lie, not a blessing man
Only words from human mouths
only agendas sculpted into the dogma

A little mystery mixed with philosophy
a few squirts of psychology and pop culture
Rituals that would cleanse us
Yet how it is empty without the truth

And surely the truth should be our endless journey's destination
And if evolution is ignored in the name of traditional belief
In a place where people crave the modern
It's not the people's whim but a god trend through us

You who live in the past counting spirits want reins on progress

Preach me lies and deliver your version of god like it was ever-true
You are just decorating the Christmas tree
telling me they should all be glittered like that
That you could count the spirits and steer us right

Who is the proud, when you claim to know the divine secrets of the universe
Got yourself a book a voice and an opinion  
Go ahead sir, describe heaven

Billy Da Bue(historic pauper)

Billy Da Bue

Up in the reef he said!
Brazilian Veneza
I'm going to get fed there
revitalized pleasure

Up in the reef he said
Where flavor kicks strongly over rice
Where a strong dish must suffice
Otherwise you'll drop dead on your shift

There are heavy tools to lift
and no graffiti he said
A thing of beauty in the sun's drift
distant slums are bled

The hand and foot toil
while the mind doesn't think
narrow alleys stink
leftovers boil

Up in the reef
where pretty beaches speak
and Holland's legacy whispers from underneath
Bridges and infrastructure a lost colony nearing it's peak
(Recife)

That lonely bus

The vehicle leaves the docking bay it's lights beaming and changing color
out of the station and into the moist night charging ahead
Doors jarring on the corners, judder bars never ignoring us
The night all metal, concrete, hard plaster and plastic
Every wall graffiti stained and wet by the rain, we are thrown forward

Break lights send us into another dimension and leave our bodies behind
with each stop a new face a new grip and desperate search for a remaining seat
The inner light blinking at all of us together, alone

Changing gear and accelerating into narrow but empty avenues
curbs are ridden and passengers bob up and down like bottles on a tide
A missed stop and a yell calls down the corridor until the vehicle trembles into a stop
The city is a canvas on which random street walkers are painted
They dodge the bus as it hoons across their path just to wake them from their stupor

And still passengers sleep, heads bumping against the window
earphones in and exhaustion worn into their expressions
The inner light blinking into them, all of us together, alone

Roaming

The mobile asylum
running on squashed penny wheels
Rolling over ditches following the stray
Like a dog after a hare

The large hotels of ambition
Where fancy youth congregate
Their whole life is spent
on accommodation

Welcome to the neighborhood
as it moves this way and that
The only stationary things are the scales
Step on it like a minnow in the skin of a whale

Cross the bridge made of love notes never received
look over the side into the water of misled fantasy
See how the rabid dog drinks from it
then make your way to the top of this great hill

From there you can see the real sun
and not some manmade satellite of illumination

Vlad's glass raised

Balalaika
The city lights reflecting off it at night
out there in the darkness of an endless continent
the sweetness and abundance

surreal surfaces
The dog tongues lap
as the dragon in the middle of the lake flicks it's tail

The frost breaking moist air
rolling of it countering the frigid air
swirl of the blue

each bay a thirst quenched
under which a school or two of fish patrol
In that glassy expanse so mysterious and cold

Lifestyles of the sheepish millions

Imported beer seemed to be all they cared about
afternoons of hall parties and bathtub bashes
Comparison and measuring each lifestyle
and each unfortunate thereby chained

You couldn´t change it
even in the spectrum window of things you will become
Not even if you got on a bus today to run
The city sits on you like a chicken on a chick

The city polishes that window of yours
but only in the corners it deems worthy
And the bias runs down gullets like imported beer
And is exchanged for harsh reality bathwater

All the pieces of you in that window
Your social media self measurable
Your online aura, woollen
For a hundred million like you have been lumped into a lense

Adventures at turtle pace

Simple fortune
Dew glased grass
Morning all dappled
breakfast hotcake syruped mapple

Willow tree in remission
warmth's recess
local claims rebuked in excess
december waves

Tyres roll gravel, the first hurdle
Then pavement and ashphalt
Official mobility for a turtle
conjuring adventure

Corners begged tragedy
and hills embraced us staggeringly
Yet we turtled on happily
to the next tourist trap

Coast of fortune
Dry fields and browning paddocks
Abundance still present not lack
Turtle on wheels making tracks

Simple wind of fortune
Blowing us warmly into untended orchards
where the elderly compared stories for sport
And hobbies and occupations mixed into lifestyles

Simple drizzle of fortune
Where adult queues and children amused ran amok
The sky on vacation, overcast's long hours
Day activities sprayed with kids on skates

Manuwatu gorge begging death
Winds it's fanatical disciples
Wrapping themselves around the gullies
Until our vehicle and us were almost buried

Western Sun of prosperity
Pastures emeralding and announcing
Moisture a milky cloud away
A sure cool friend a summer dampner

Pretty cats

Pretty door

pretty match

Pretty fur

Pretty catch

Pretty claws

Pretty gash

Pretty bad

that pretty cat

Pretty quick

That pretty rat

Yet pretty spent

on the bloody mat

Pretty proud

That pretty cat

yet Pretty raw

his lifeless catch

Pretty this

and pretty that

with pretty claws

deadly scratch

Pretty fangs

Oh don't say that

Pretty deep

in necks of rats

Forests like these

A forest of a million green eyes
Blissful lush full seemingly endless
Sacred and collective
moving my digestion

A forest like a city of green shady temples
God's love proven in sum and value
Reflections of the sun and contrasts with blue
Radiant beyond description

A beauty the swerving river carries
The silt layered land underneath in ever glee 
south of Opotiki

Toward one tree hill

Satisfaction comes on slowly and inconsistently as the southern summer
One could walk sprig of wheat from the mouth, country like, knocking around in the wind
A long walk, big dreams, the present is just one foot in front of the other
The street is a dog watching people walk by, humorously thinking itself human

 Each curiosity lasts not more than second the mind never questions is that enough?
like each crack in the pavement gone in a few paces as if it never were
yet it all accumulates with everything else your eyes have taken in
over a traveler's lifetime

landmarks own the city and comfort those thrill seeking eyes
for all paths can be traced back by them
the simple tourist can truly devour them
and put any fancy adjective before them

The loud cry of a city can be deafening
as it explodes from the center and echoes into the suburbs
But this small city made such a subtle transition
That shops became houses in a whisper

When we got to one tree hill
I swear there were...
Moreton bay figs and olive groves cheering us on
we reached the top and saw two storms on the horizon
already time to return from such a short fruitful journey