Eighteen was a dash

Hopes and dreams have led us here
whirls and drills have pearled your dreary
Your forehead up on fire under your hair
New beginning nod nearby
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Maybe the fruits of your sweat are fattening
Tumbling down a christmas present toward you
Horrid comments and excuses slow release lose

Yet no loss and melting frosts south east sun bruises
No costs and freedom sweeps sweet swanky dreams
under the fan air cooling tropical milky steam
Faith- your hand, your juice, your leaf!
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Damp dries off effort, hardens
enough mirth for my vanguard, enough fert for my garden

Struggle now solidified into gold nuggets
The path mostly smooth, though a tad rugged
A beauiful nod by our northern angel head
A huge stash of slow release win

Thankful

Quest toward the afterlife

We Satan, We God
The egg and the semen
The benevolent angel, The malevolent demon
the negative shake, a positive nod

The handshake in light, the three pronged scolding prod
My heart divided between...
The shade's haven for parastitic creatures
The light's home for symbiotic beings

As we stand in the corridor halfway between birth and death
naked and vulnerable blind to ourselves, eyes on the rest
Pleading in a whisper
To not be devoured in the twist

Age a violent giant treading on us to get over the mountains
the ones we climb half blind toward mirage afterlife fountains
half frozen, half burnt searching for meaning and belief
Our hearts safely stored in caves, while our bodies continue to climb empty

Have you seen heaven yet, even in a dream and if so tell the tale
Have you seen hell already does it match our infinite portrayals
does it reflect life's agony and ailments
Does either make us wiser

or are they both just punishments and prizes
We little impatient demons and angels
in lives we struggle to handle
and struggle to accept the extinguishing of our very own candles 

The wailing lazy

From the couch they scream indignation
And vent their pent up threaded frustration
Social justice from a sitting position
Got the outrage just lacking the mission

Photos that were made in a factory
cutting out the truth with politically correct scissors
Hiring the victims to horrify the listeners
Creative tragedies catered to fit

Someone just called the bluff
by comparing the reality of third world rough
Now open eyes see over privilege
not even grateful for how you live

Faceless

Here I am
Mirror a fisherman
On the end of the jetty

My chin wider at a smile
My bed a whale
My beard a captain
my mouth a ship about to set sale

My eyes slipping on the sights
sipping up beauty
My pupils fruit seed lights
planted on a far off jungle route

My cheeks fly off like frightened birds
And my forehead bounces off my head absurdly
My ears disappear before they even heard

And now I have no face
Thank god, like a deciduous tree losing it's leaves
It's not about the surface, just what's underneath

Indifference swell

The boy became a man round and overweight
The food filled him until he was 23 full plate
Gumboot legs and tyre waists
Pizza syrup and sweat feast good
paddling pool of lard to victimhood

A flat tyre boy scored on by layabouts
self esteem reduced to a mere 0.2
He bought some bright new lies for his few truths
The excuse he needed to sing the blues
suffer a whole decade missing every obvious clue

He lost the kilos and gained the swagger
Yet formed madness of the mind which cut like a dagger
After that nothing really settled well
He went back to the mundane passive space in a shell
His concern for the world shrunk and indifference swelled

Puberty horror

The skinny teenager sways and shivers
embarrassment fifteen
Wearing their skin awkwardly
Hormones now dominant

On the bounce, ice cream melts ruminate
Study, liberalize and suddenly illuminate
You got some fifth grade frustrations
A million scolding throbbing hot temptations

The hair ricochets off the shoulder
the hair cascades, rolling your stomach boulder
legs stretch as do smiles
you fold as you confirm her as the wild card holder

Waffle taste buds saliva drowns you
the mind gulps down fantasies that are untrue
loins quiver, coins jingle you wing it fearfully
And flirt between suspicious glances carefully

New college paint fills your nose
interrupts her perfume spray rose
Interrupting your mental picture of her pose

Acne in the mirror
The facial greasy terror
How are you going to date young sir
Insecurities so loud you can't even hear her

The clumsy spy

Your special identity still leaves a trace
Secret agent among the human race
Not even recognizing your own face
Getting lost in the details of someone elses mission

pushing exhaustive hours
Telling yourself you have power
Getting to know the now

You trip over your laundry basket and shoe laces
Morning slapping you across the face
lost your badge and costumes

Thinking no one knows who you are and none so curious to delve
when some of them see you clearer than themselves
Thinking past brief exchanges equal friendships and fame
When some them can't even remember your name

The world can't worship you, when you are not bold
for what identity have you bought or sold
what traits are you still in debt for

So many just deaf to their calling
Like a farmer fishing on a trawler
Are you one like this old son

A secret agent who needs help
to reveal your identity to yourself

The bus to hell

Their groans are a language
naming ghouls and demons
They get lost in their sick addictions
dedicating themselves to vindictiveness

He got on the bus casually
after successfully destroying a few good people
It was his version of fun actually
Impaling priests on their church steeples

The light granted me a spiritual axe and told me to chase
And chase I did with a mindless robot grace
Hunting the evil entities and wounding them
setting free their traumatized victims
Before the bus hit the second dim

And the decent got murky and riled
All wholesome things wrapped in hideous denial

The smirk on the devil´s lost son
was leaking truck oil
and his mouth burped exhaust fumes
T´was he who invited me to kill him
until he arrived in hell

Adventurer, worker, queen

On the edge of the village looking in like a child of curiosity
Sunset still bright lighting up the city
so much movement and so many smiles and warmth
Leaning on a post as if at sea

She is Jewel over the town
reflecting in the sun and taking my eyes for a ride
her glance back cradled my heart
The I saw her on the second level casting her eyes over me

Inviting me up despite my defects
Disappearing into the crowd
Inviting me to find her
My memories are people interrupting me

Love along the sky
through the corridor of the heart
The real her turning around and smiling
Slowing the confusion into sense

The sport of compassion

I saw them on the court all mustered
gathered together in a friendly cluster
then they break and the game begins
throwing balls and frowns and grins

The school itself was just a colorful dysfunction shell
the real life was on the fields where heroes rose and losers fell
The classrooms were purgatory, the games were heaven and hell

And then the teenage morphs into a hormonal monster
Where parties and dating cultivate expectations and wanting
And the large streetside reservoirs call us lonely people in
Once a pool for competitions now a dirty lake

Lonely people climb the high margins self esteems pillaged
The sport of compassion was seldom played in the village
Houses for size, cars for speed luxury and mileage
A wave to the unknown neighbor hidden teeth nashing

You don't know the Jones' fear or hopes by their drying washing
Only a few misunderstood families play the sport of compassion
You judge them whole heartedly becoming unrecyclable trash
The courageous few, don't need your permission
To know and love people with passion

Face your dragon

The dragon is taking domain over your life
You ignored it's presence
You ran from the fire and smoke
Thinking that you wouldn't burn or choke

That God made the world peaceful
and that you would relax
But it really is a dainty lie
Living big illusions before you die

The dragon grows and grows and fills your life
with claws it cuts like the sharpest knives
the fire flows over everything you hold dear for
reducing to ash, all the things you care for

All the fear that stops you from seeing the dragon
or summoning your own Saint George
It stole your treasure and keeps you nagging
Yet the real issue you ignore

Find your strength and sharpen your sword
fight for the physical or emotional reward
but don't let fear make you poor
always face it, never ignore!

The wooden face speaks hurtfully

What is hard
is it the cheek the chin the nose?
Why no
it is the mouth and eyes though!

What is soft
is it the teeth and forehead
that absorb what was said?
No it is from the ears!

Words grow wood across the face
and lies trick truth to total disgrace
For the mouth can be weak infront of evil
The ear so injured will never be relieved

Put compassion in your mouth and soften it
Listen to love with sharp ears take out the cotton

The haunted fire dog was I

the fire dog was I
Axe weilding maniac feared
screaming around the bed
flames pouring off my shoulder

I the expelling the last demon
Quite a chore as I try to meditate
it knocks at my door
It infects me with fire and dozen brazen passions

My skin gets hot like embers and razors rushing
and the blankets on fire and so am I
rushing around and around as if a ritual hound
was I

Broken axe i try to relax and drop
bring my inner business to kisses and forgiveness
a round cheery god ever present and joking
was observing my frantic panic from a far
where he was smoking

Nothing like a gang of night ghouls
to come and set the furr a light
I no longer the confused  crazy pet
doing laps on fire around the parapet.

Spider noble

That leather skin of the spider
It's sudden jumps and skips and slides
Admiration warms the skull
eight legged hunter on the sill

Sun lighting it up like a tiny hindu god
It jumps down to the pot plants
pouncing on an insect almost a dance
sweet prey paralized at a glance

The warm concrete energizing the ground around
giving it energy again to dive back down
cleaning it's manables and unfolding it's legs
And keeping each one of those eyes in check

Heaven's in your heart

Have they ever told you heaven is a location in your own heart
A place where evil dies off like summer annuals in a frost
Guess they didn't tell or you'd be there more
Instead of anger and getting victim sore

Not my world you say stiff upper lip
No my field or tree you quip
You are too far from home I confidently say
Even I myself am a few thousand miles away

There's a bog where you dropped your compass
And satelites don't exist here for your GPS
You try to dream up some nifty invention
unable to see it doesn't connect you to this ongoing ascention

Heaven's in your own
Fling arms open like church doors
Let judgements and pet hates wither to the floor
make that new destination to the organ that adores

The love and abundance the pours
out of the body's core

Your movie after death

Your real reason for living
your heart's song to sing
The meaning of it all, according to the graphs
It's truly the only purpose you could have

is to get to the movie before dawn

Count up your pennies
and estimate your worth
Get there on time
get there first

parking lots full,
fear of scarcity and rejection
panic runs your wheels like petrol


Midnight busy you read the language of confusion
getting deeper and more lost, examining illusions

The movie has started

Will they still let you in?
What will you have to bargain
before the afterlife can begin?

Maybe the cinema holds no meaning
yet every desperate soul convinces you it has
Slowly life is leaving
though earthly desires last

Leverage the plebian millenial

The unaware and complacent hooked up to wires
Have become the desperate tools of the empire
1 by 1 consuming the sugar and fat
lining up blindly after a troll and a fap

The strong wifi signal for your mind hike
picking them up and putting them down
simple puppets moved by lights and likes
By digital smiles and frowns

Shaped and urged by the screen masters
refined into an extreme versions of themselves and their clusters
separated from each other with a convenient label
The pigeon hole religion illuminated by misinformation cables

Moving the status quo into itself with lube
like a greedy baby sporting narcotic feed i.v tubes
Social warrior that never lifted a finger
the audience-less solo Karaoke champion singer

The nature of the universe

It is a tiny piece of the universe
all ready to burst out and feel the sky
touch it and climb into it from the humble soil
Folding itself out like skyscraping deck chair

The secret to freedom across the forest
absolutely manifested under tasty weather
the aroma of the air a delight over breeze
creation in it´s progress forming shoots and leaves

A tiny piece of the cosmos vibrating
developing silently through a decade
people blind to it all, in every direction
focused on their own reflections

where is their connection
when the value of the world can be found in nature
why is it unknown to them
nothing but a slight outdoor threat

The evil patriarch and your freewill contract

What does it cost to keep the track repeating?
What was that down payment on popularity?
How did you afford to keep your picture in the magazine?
Just to be the looking glass itself

How transparent?
And do both parents polish it?

How did you extend last year
like it was a simple length of hair?
The salt still clear and savory
Not clear enough to see through

Salt as sultry as you the sceptical girl
As ironic as high expectations in a disappointing world
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How daring were you to be honest?
to see the cost of labor for your heart you quit
To give up the child, roll authentic up and smoke it
temporary high then you left with a new shallow

How transparent can you be as lies are rehearsed and applied
better than your makeup for appeal's sake, could you do it all awake?

You gave up on those old dreams and bought yourself a new dress
Pull yourself together as you face eyes of a certain lingering hunger
radiate the illusion, a mild ego bruising for the man vexed
across the cat walk like a wedding veil that launches sex

Walk blindly into the wind with us aghast
all past resentment manifested into faces and voices guiding you along
Almost sleepwalking carrying your frustrations gracefully
Bitter woman does God not consider you carefully?

That evil Patriarch that conspires your captivity
Each of your parents praying their hearts out for it

Your suave revenge tickles tastebuds and parts of our pervert
Put it on a plate and decieve us until we can't bear it
spark hormones then guilt trip us back into our underwear
Job done and vicious pay gap filled with false fantasies and fear

has your soul simply soured
hating with all your heart the power of male
they didn't force you to put a price on your tail
Why did you announce it at that exclusive auction sale

Awful oppressor stir his lust with angel fury lashing out
make him sorry for his ambition and passion
The demonic spectre of man, judge us all as slime
Yet your hand finds the pen and your fate is signed

You let it in

The heart opens and stubborness recieves the disease
The spirit enlivens and the body repairs itself
Fear falls on it's knees pleading, without it's grin
but you plead no more, and I ask who let God in?

Again not a man in scripture, cloth or of a self important persuasion
The real deal connect, love and accepting inner vibration

The mind never questioned this time
You saw beauty for what it was an intangible gift, you now believe
giving me the very sight to see it all again without an ounce of greed
 Yet with tonnes in weight of gratitude and all consuming appreciation

Frustration falls on it's knees, my curiosity deafening
Who let God in?
Someone smashed the demons from around your brow
and I want to know how you let the devil down
Float the light and cause the darkenss to drown?

What made you come around?
lose your resentment
and get yourself found

How do you face the world?

Where have you been in your life?
Every conclusion is an illusion or lie
Why have you become this human now?
Answer me in a way to raise a brow

Are you going to share a few of those pearls?
As words and seconds will inevitably twirl
around lips and clocks until dawn has become dusk
early birds turn in and night owls exude lust

Crawling on the back of that turtle like a baby on a bulldog
When you wake from a dozen stark images after sleeping like a log
Ever questioned the many senses that let you interface with the earth?
Ever rounded up or down the figure that best represents your worth?

Or do you tread aimlessly through the wetlands of time?
unable to reflect in the murky waters of your mind
Simply here to be, to see with no descriptive word or summary
Is that fresh water running through your personal opinion freely?

oxygen and minerals crossing it, albeit a shallow stream?
Or have so many old ideas accumulated into a methane swamp
That cut your cognitive sources from those unbridled wants
knarled bark and vultures is that you? Fixed stare, jaw gaunt?

Pay later

Curiosity humms a tune to dull precaution
Your lust of the unknown an untamed horse
The eyes of approval can never be blinded
while still in the salesman's skull a light

Get yourself lost for a decade one long mixed emotion
The barman's blank expression when you spill the cocktail on purpose
wake up and the ice has melted, though stains and bruises remain
from grinning frowning yesterday

Back up on that tall barstool tonight
Car a short walk siren red and blue light
Take a sip, just a week, and let the breeze
through it's uncanny whispers speak

Now on the sand
drink in hand
Lips utter pulp provoking the near drunk to war
shakes like a martini and pumps the sewage raw

Oh the glass is empty
the soiled hotel room amok
No whisper on the breeze
astounded at the bill where someone had chucked up

The numbers of hours and years
the murky contents of your cup
This one cost is more than enough
To drive you bankrupt

If the sea was death

If the sea was death
angry and fresh
swelling and digesting
lapping the land with tongue like hands

birth was a city
And life the fickle path toward the sand
Crowds reckless and bland
pick a face to fit

If the mountain was your one true purpose under snow
As blizzards of youth wrapping the little they know
Just above a pinewood cabin dimly lit by your comfort zone
The hungry bushcat starved of risk, not faring on it's own

If the forest was your routine
ever arriving at similar bark and low hanging leaves
The hunter moving silently toward the prey
The esoteric shape of the beads of blood spray

If the sea was death
fear on a wave's crest
enormous expanse
swelling with souls
Digesting them with tongues like hands

Surviving the viper

When half of you has been washed away
Yet it´s growing back faster than algae
See your stage smirk get heavier this night
Yet your forehead lightens

Play those cords like your neck veins and laughter
play that new notion of spirit like fresh pasta

When you were almost put down by your inner storms
and over restrictive  acidic norms
Faith in those blessed guitar fingers
and cutting out those day long benders and binges

Depp glances on you an ounce of envy
Phoenix hovers over your notes gently

You forced open the door to high up
breaching the clouds and torrential dogma
Inviting our hearts to sample this new spice
so that our blood and spirit would venture toward the light

Frusciante Prophet

He balances himself running on the wheel
either side is a fall hundreds of meters
Many rotations before death
God at the lever where the wool
is converted into a line

Round you run
watching us fall
January pines invalid and dry
you the irreplaceable ornaments
your words the closest

the closest

And in a world where sacred is forgotten daily
here you come a riff and melody to remind us all again
worthless being spun into gold by you
as you run the wheel to renew us
Like you said our currency is the same
even in the different shades of this foolish game

Big box churches couldn't give us one fruitful word
You gave us a plantation sentence and inspired a spark of god within
My heart thankful

Betrayed by comfort

Chin fell hard
I was the only one who told
that you had given up early
you chose to fold

Question marks around your neck
eyes to the floor
we had a life planned out
we thought you might want more

Their weaving and knitting
society's quilt

We will give you everything
it may leave you with nothing
your ears deaf to god
your bed calling you, calling you

The hard cold floor is no comfort
but a friend's arm makes it paradise
a beautiful sofa lulls you to sleep
to continue loneliness in nightmares

Not one tear in vain
Love is present

Be there when life replays

Reach back and shake hands
For he is ever shy and terrified
Life this angry tiger

Calm him as life replays
speak to him when he has abandoned himself
When he in misunderstanding has forsaken his own world

Hug him as he bleeds over those cruel years
Tell him he can still live
That greatness hides in him
Like the same tiger he sees staring him down every dawn

Hold his hand
and never leave him
For he is alone with a hundred demons

Feed him and sustain him
forgive him and arrange him

Show him his image in the mirror
The kind and noble wolf

Frankenstein Scott

I have never met a taunter so passionate
what pin prick of envy sends your tongue awry though?
That it would need to cut me down so?
What need of you is there to see me hurt?

I have never heard an offender as enthusiastic as you
Spinning words of derision with your mouth as if it a loom
Implying my destiny be marred and tied to doom
I've identified you within the herd

taught to assassinate with your words
and scarred at some stage, a lamb by the branding iron
vomiting by the pain beside your family
No empathy in their eyes

A willing sadism that flows through you now
like power through a sorcerer
yet I went back to the past and analyzed your shadow
your shallow spells and popular quips

I measured your short shrinking soul Scott
You became your words each one a mutant in the herd
You were and have ever been the Frankenstein
You were my loyal hater at any rate

And my forgiveness is like cyanide, though I will it to heal you

No blanket

The bunks and collective goals
No space for an unknowner, butchered foal
No mercy or forgiveness, just numbing
Not a chance for the clumsy

Framers and conventions's animals scratch
believing them some form of vanguard in each match
pretending some unique new force and not an old layer of skin
Chewing their insults into us, we mere sins

I was rewarded a million times for my lack of performance
lack of courage and strangeness, puberty trance

Children listen
For as thoughts turn against you like injured ferrets
you will be stuck, lonely and desperate
and none may save you, they see you lame
stopping only briefly to observe your pain

No blanket will warm you
and the collective school energy will scorn you
You, child
The unknown living confusion and being torn

Seek only goodness
Despite their rotten evil
Never conform to any group
No collective piss pot will ever define you

Feed myself

The city has an appetite
No notion of the future
Eyes on lunch and dinner
come and join the meal

The deadline comes before the paycheck
strategy is sauce, obesity is checkmate
Ambition is a quartely dinner plate
so you better eat it all up

They threw love and stuff in the landfill crapper
invalidated like pretty Christmas wrapper
and all that's prized is the will to hunger
digest that under your well worked lungs

Have you got eyes bigger than your stomach
you want to leave the table full and fuss
To keep those landfills churning the methane over us
I might just ignite it all in the name of rot and rust

For the force that can eat more than your hunger, is fire
it lights up the shadows within all of you teeth for hire
show me another meal steaming and edible
come and join us at the table, be entrée and visible

Mojo on the market

Come with a handful of that stuff you call mojo
Priceless and ever in demand
Crime rises in it's lack
and spam rises in it's abundance grand

Hero's use it for makeup
coating their yoghurt faces
tears stuck up there in the cheekbones
pressurized and ambitious drops

A grass butcher shouts guttural bloody woe
asking if you would like a slice of that sweet fat mojo
But blood seeks us out hunts us down burns us to ash
Like a demon among us exterminating compassion

The world a fat lil boy who was so spoiled
he went bald and deaf at puberty royal
In another life an energetic wildiling insane
needing not even a womb to be born again

And mojo up on the supermarket shelf
what's it going for these days do you know?
a few minutes for a year of health?
Mojo could you afford me a kilo?

I need some for my guilty yoghurt face
A pound of flesh a few footsteps to keep pace
A portion of bloody pure unrefined mojo
So I can repeat my messy moves out of the dojo

Marauder of your wayward dream

Far off darkness hums like a smokey reverberating spleen
smoke from a painted nowhere over-manufactured machine
science a potent magic of privileged disease
Love fluctuates like stocks queasy
All of the presents that a christmas god stocked
A thousand labled with my old name ticking like a clock

My new thoughts in my brand new brain
All that I was owed, was given in great armfuls of pain
poor farm boy, I had his eyes, but the rest of me
the rest of me was the caniving city
freeing myself from moral tether
trimming ethic from sky scrapers and weather

Power isn't automatic I'm steam somehow
If you are reading these words now
let them tickle your eyes and flick the inner test
I'm entering far back there into your resistance and hunger for exit
splintering it to make sweet porridge with your perplexity

A piece of my glare is in the same sun bouncing off your surface worth
earnestly in the banal way you pluck it as I fall to earth
arrogant across the cornucopian grape and grain
A huge mouth, a color coded campaign
of a loveless digestive tract

Screaming for light like a moth pest
 like an asylum maniac restless
ever moving waning, but growing, overloading across the shadows
agression where love should ride through narrows
And when it comes to finding my place in time
 Taking me further than the street signs in my mind

The echo of my voice burrowing into silt grass rock and sand
The old form of me withering and ashamed yet grand
the forest past and city future man ugly delicious I am
A spanner and hammer to meddle with god's plans

Untied and unknown free to put a knot in the world and it's short term plans

Fear hides danger

It was not the giant that smite you

A dozen illusions rise wailing and smoking a swirling lure
Crawling into the mind and forcing it to tremble
Some tests you must fail to pass, to be cured
Yet the voices threaten oblivion for failure

It was not the agile beast that clawed you down

The jungle wavers yet no breeze is felt just a sinister glare
Is it  alive or does the suble breeze tickle the leaves there
Uncertainty grows into a mature fear
The deeper shadows growl near

It was not the lake monster's jagged teeth that ripped your flesh submerged

Not the sly eel lurking to test it's rough sharp bite
Not the croc in wait to drag the unaware in fright
Not the enraged hippo wreaking havoc in furious gripes

It was no predatory beast or fish that maimed you,
just a tiny parasite

Bravery makes his acquaintance

He wished for courage under clouds and no certainty
The day before him like a starved monster glaring at him
The energy a tiny pool in his stomach slowly accumulating
The sun not shining, The flow not forming

The mind processes several images
Fear manifesting as a phantom sporting a cheerful grimace
Wanting to shake hands and be recognized
Like a forgotten brother furnishing evidence to terrorize

The inevitable dangers start to show themselves aswell
Floating grins fill the air, fear invites anxiety's hell
gesturing with a skeleton finger and joy laden frown
They use their joint persuasion to dog him down

But his dreams will feed the stomach  and tiny pool
Will stir the flow and substitute his cool
Push his spirit and will the grit to flower
Fear dismays and anxiety cowers

Courage opens a tiny door from his spine
The brazen will awakens and unwinds
The water dragon of bravery bears teeth to eat
His body moves and fear is defeated

A simple meal devoured suddenly
after acquainting with bravery

Why aren't you still hungry?

Derision of the afterlife

Old age has jailed you

Alas you still chastize the spiritual

Your dormant life slowing your blood

numbing your organs

Will the stoic boast at his last breath?

At his interpretation of life's test

At his insistance of his rightness

Before the soul's eternal night sets

For what reward did you sacrifice the great power to fracture

Ambition lacks and dies a tragic death as if a fad 

In the heart sadly where absence of passion inspires attacks

Contentedness is a lie old lad

Passion a fact

Humility would give you more to float on

Self knowledge a lost friend 

you never got your vengence against

What dream have you given yourself beyond complete emptiness?

Have you not pondered or wished something despite your

committed derision of the afterlife

A toddler taunting an ant, not aware the forest itself, mocking the toddler.

Dry Eden frost

The blue so sharp it painfully purifies the eye
as if frost fell from the nights own angels lost and hopeful

On the damp frosty clear morning
The air full of glory, a crispy clasp
Frost slowly melting into dew
glinting off the blades of long grass

The river's brown swerving currents
hiding fish and algae, the rocky noughts
grass grain heads dipping in
and bouncing out of the water

The dry cold land inviting
soothing and haunted
unlocked and empty
Yet fertile and patient

It was mine all mine
My domain to plant what I desire
The high mountain looking down
though encouraging to the point to inspire

The transference of life's power

Sacred and wholly divine
When earned above all things
A world above all things

Our resources boundless
For creativity was granted a sword
One sharp enough to cut the old from the new
replenishing the trajectory's vitality

Fighting the world of desires
And they like ghosts fade
like ruins collapse
Age dictating and ordering all choices no more

Purpose is a never ending meal
no dessert

Legacy of the great
Posterity's muscle
growing inch by inch
over years exempt from whim and trend

See life power for what it is
never underestimating or exaggerating it's force

The power without and within

The power within
As shade face of the statue stands cold
The sun face warm
emptiness of the cold concrete
traced with a finger

You are that statue
you must turn around
face the sun
absorb the rays

And when the sky is grey cast and sullen
pick up your bones
revel in cold and worship the way it is
For an energy longs to flow
from outside of us to inside
From within and then without

Ever abundant
Lack ebbing and flowing
never dominating you
so be the moving statue
through dark or light
Meaningful to meaningless and vice versa

Subtle purpose
hiiden in the plane, eagle and rocket
The future a prize and a promise

The teeth of the palm

The palm tree was a lion staring down at the people
people moving so close together they could be water
a river of people
The Forest itself was a lion on it's side relaxing by the bay
growling in the sun

The same sun that reflected off the little wavelits
that made up the surface of the dangerous bay
The Lion's nose was a dock, it's teeth the war boats
it's main hundreds of enthusiastic militia
jumping on the bald open space before the water

The palm tree bent down in the wind as if  a tiger lowering itself to attack
The neighborhoods behind the city would be a comic display indeed
each house or cabin a joke, each apartment complex a hilarious analogy
To take eyes off the violence, to seperate them from the lions and tigers

To give them some kind of visual stimuli
to distract their war owned minds and give them paint and homelife decor
Yet the palm tree was a lion

His face unknown

In his hood separated from the other children feeling unfit
Biting his nails as if his very life depended on it
Shaking every now and then from pop up past disgraces
You could see the suffering infant in his solemn face

In front of him were the kids who had conquered what was to be conquered
who were tasting the satisfaction of popularity, shouting in every encore
This hooded child was not a part of it, he sat listening to his mind mutter blight
This child must tolerate the endless trite speeches about people's rights

When none think his rights applicable
So their rotten jeers urged him to become invisible
when invisibility urged him to become solitary no one cared
Then loneliness deemed him worthless among his entitled peers

And those speeches go over his head about equality failing
because his voice is never heard and his feelings crushed daily
Who would lend a hand to that lad indeed, would you dare?
When speedily engineering the world to be fair,
yet only giant egos were freed as you left the bullied...
 meek kids out to bleed

The struggle of the gate crasher

Couldn't find a shred of myself
The cold made me something
The warmth the freedom of nothing
Muscles grew as I surveyed the world

As I looked to the wonderment of the future
wanting to harm the fear and emptiness
Wanting to be the giant with every ounce of my soul
Yet small and unknowning was I

I couldn't get a notion of myself
One that could guide me
Poisons of the low thinkers
became my poisons

How do you forgive yourself
for giving yourself less instead of more
for not teaching yourself to fish and hunt
for accepting Mercury when God gave you the sun

Now I've found a shred of myself
for the woman I hold lengthens hope and shortens fear
The days may taunt me empty
So she'll be my substance

The well worked exhaustion and fear
for our benefit
appeals to the highest power
To kill temptation to quit

Hope a spark from the sun

There we were
in the water within the curved blue pool
surrounded by blue rock, tranquility
our host invisible

Upstairs our higher souls met on 70's sofas
The couple cosmos accepted her but I was sent out
The ragged hair angelic and seductive
the galaxy itself looking into her

I not more than sun a ornament
Blessing all with my heart
Taking the roof off the church
to let the light in

The spirit of wealth and vigor
Now starts to grow

a spark from the sun itself

Prayer that pierces morning

God, bless my body like rain
renew this willing heart and brain
Every organ every vein

come and be present in my world
aim with my eyes
toil with my arms

I invoke the muscle of god
to hold up the day
to inspire my bravery
To never be afraid

Give me the key to the lock of grace
the frog to the pond
the smile to the face

While I walk this earth
Give me strength to move the world with my mirth
love to others higher worth

Give me the vision to flourish
A thousand thoughts that nourish
Bless you mirrored infinity by my simple gratitude

God

Courtesy of holy rail

The corridor is white and heaven lit
Angels walked down toward earth in it
They were questioned by a neighbor
The angels said they were bored and wanted to labor

They said back up there it's the old cool routine
With a million miles of peace and bliss
And every blessing from the source itself
They want diversity and variety of flavors

Then they meet the multiple of human faces
angel envy in their dullened eyes
Second thoughts brace their angel minds
But the curly gates have shut and Saint Peter smirks

He smirks an "I told you so" smirk
Reflecting a new sense of authority
And a grin that said "declined"
Haughty angels tested him to no avail

And were sent back to earth
courtesy of the holy rail

Factory brain

The treadmills won't push themselves
That fur your growing on your back warms you in the pasture
You could be the universe's favorite clone
Unknowingly staring at god as he smirked

The inside joke only sinking in by puberty
and manifesting through your 9-5 contribution
your early twenties edition
the physical full mixed with the psychological lack

The knee bend to pick up the box 20 kilo packed
Overhead quotes that have a kindergarten tincture
The bravado so shallow and stale it stinks on the very breathe it sails on
You crash on the rocks pre 30's some dry spell

Distance from inspiration
No vehicle to get you there
Hangovers comfort your internal resignation
Tell you mediocre is okay

You are at work in your head
Even on your holiday

The Left wing/Right wing populous of hell

Where have we suddenly ended up?
The inventions of pain have been so delicately embedded
inside our minds
The earth stung with so much pain and suffering

You are lost here with us, for our lusts and apathies put us here
It's a tree of the snake that turns into a vulcano about to erupt

They say he laughs to himself in his cave
Not a simple loki tied down to a slab
But a mentat that hacked the computer of life
inserting it's ghastly virus

Smoke and corruption curve upward from hell
What could I have possibly done?
Some species of war dragged you in son
The low guttural voice coming from inside the trunk itself

Probably a variety of deception, spoke the large hot rock
The branches warned him to hush
As the deafening gallop of shri demons crushed
-a hundred more sick souls into mush

You've eternity to ponder your sin- said the faun
That your bible reading and hipocrisy will put your knees over corn
That your fervent rhetoric conjured Belial himself
Jumping into your voice, a strange love for destruction

You loved to polarize on earth
so have the heat until you sweat blood
and have the cold until you lose limbs
The mouth of evil has brought you here son

But worry not lad
You are on the long slow road to destruction
and here that's about as good as ice cream in disneyland
An eternal decent until you are ground down to oblivion
Does that pretty much explain it?

Your inner disappearance

You start to see the grand void
Decorated with wonderful furniture
Polished to be the shiniest surfaces
In this space that was never meant to be

Except you can never enter the void
Just feel it's existance in the center of you
Strength pursued as much as beauty
The pursuit is weakness itself

You can't fill it up with fantasies or concrete
Fill it with that image of a better you
The one you lost and forgot
denied and rejected

Smile and grow

What kind of farmer are you?
What do you want to grow?
Your Basil must never rot
And your begonias must find fresh soil

Soil fertile as your smile
Mercy in your content
Sun and waves
obligations and necessities

We want to believe in a new future
One that harvests light
and grows it
smile again longing hits me a foreign wind

Plant them in your favorite place
Look after them lovingly
The vibes pick it up
Day and night cuddle them

Inspire us to fill up with love
Self convinced emptiness our collective trait
That's not soil
Smile at me

New life

I've seen you breathe and grow and exist
From the doors of time
The door of origin- your appearance, it's disappearance
Spark to earth

Heavy blessing on us calling us waking us
We be the staircases, the ladders and scaffolding
You be the project that will touch another plan another planet
Savouring the world in your curiosity

I feel this strange world still preparing me for the arrival
For your life and origin door's death
Join us by all means mugs on tables and eyes on mouths
ears on voices and care shared between us

No shadow dark enough
No light bright enough
The future rushes upon us an impatient tide
No reservations or refusals from us

Routine hasn't slain our expectations
convert them to inner hopes
you hidden in the divine if you find it fair
heed our care and listen to our prayers

Over confident

If you knew you would be ever confident
The world a simple calculation to you
Surprises and bad days not hindering you
nor raising a question

A luxury unjust on earth
For why were we put here but to flail our arms
screaming for a purpose or an answer
that daily life would never dullen or hollow out

No the curious creatures so self confident
we question their sanity overall
For what are our minds but constant storms
That throw us around so much

we cling to the girders of idealistic nonsense
Positions we take that automatically break our bones on impact
For reality is faster and more predatory than a cheetah
It moves faster than our senses can catch it

And all we are left with is old perceptions
Our bias imprisoning us and limiting us
prejudices that make us victim to popular trends

And the necessary suffering repeats itself
through our inability to admit our vices
and through the blindness to any kind of equilibrium
that could follow the manifestation of changing existence

Made naked

Your personality may be stripped of you
As if you were not better than a dying begger
That another unfortunate would seek warmth
in the rags that had housed your dying body

Your beliefs could be stripped like rock from gold
But you are not the gold

Your personality could be eviscerated
Life itself has no conscience and moves us like sheep
Your beliefs are shorn and you are sent back cold into the field
Following the herd on some ridiculous whim

The sun laughs loudly on the cloudless day
As a man born to be like a god is not more than a self pitying animal
A tool, a resource, a mechanism for toying hands above to play with
Identifying with the lights and swirls of technology

Enticed and hypnotized unknowing of himself
Placed in this world with an ample handful of dizziness
To guide him into conformity and ply his amazing mind
To not imagine or fantasize or take the alternative route

Your convictions are an internal joke that on death will be hilarious
They are the concrete you eat
The cage you lock yourself into
The collor you put on your own neck

You will be made naked
And your humiliation will only be meaningful to you
As your anger toward some human notion of God grows
The clear laughing days will taunt you and play
as you live every single one as if it were grey

Ambition immortal

This ambition never weakens in the soul's afternoon
Woe I give up on the word I hold as precious as the moon
Woe I give up on that which breathes and lives, never doom
That the million flowers of seasons end, not be allowed to bloom

I will invoke them to open
To feel the last rains of summer and soaken
I will inspire them to color and burst
To grow beyond the fleeting blessings and curses


That deep dream has come into existence
It moves with purpose, by the stars it is lit
Making it's way toward where my inner strength sits
Desire has fed it and groomed it

I see the clouds being split
So that the sun would awaken this dream
Like a flute the cobra, a hunger in the dark
Fresh blood in the sea for the shark

Strange creation promises me this
upon each following year, the sky kisses
It's voice directing me to tick the next thing off the list
It hastens my stead, grows in my muscles and stretches my empire
from the mind into reality
From the mind into reality
From the mind into reality

Sun deep, you are mine in(eternal sun spirit Ellio)

I roasted the idea, while the sun flare glowed
march melting on the fresh tarmac road
turning it into chewing gum
Sky touching my hair, inflamming the air

Sun talking to me in ribbon bonds
dancing it's magic into the city's palm fronds

I worshipped the east and west
I prayed to the north with my best
had faith in the south
Sun following my health
and daily routine

I call it out from the sky
gargantuan heat greeting me
wishing me a path in harmony
Coolness nowhere

You are mine deep in the sun
Not burning but flourishing
A fleshless soul ever shimmering
Like a spear you fell behind venus
Right into our celestial ball of flame

Now I call you out in bellows
you hot spirit meal in Ellio
My mouth as big as a continent
my teeth sharp mountains
Come out from deep within the sun

it's fire clothing you
escorting you
Let me warm myself after centuries
modern smog hid you from me
descend see how earth can please

In god´s hands

That river so clear, cool and transparent
flowing faster than a hungry torrent
Sun cleaning it and filtering it through the land
All I could see were god´s hands

Over the rocky margins in an awkward manner
Like a wayward lost gold panner
side creeks feeding into the river
I the clumsy stumbler the taker and the giver

Over the improvised huts to an afternoon dinner
where the sun lit the field
and kisses flew elegant and sealed
New life ran and joked like I by the creek side

New life learned enthusiasm barely standing on two legs
Son the sky begged, and my wife delivered you so grand
You manifested from such a powerful demand
All I could see were god´s hands

I invade your mind(Venomous Vice transcendence)

Cigarette smile a widening beehive on her lips
Smoke running like grey blue sickness into her spectacles
Making them rosier, fickle eyes watch whiskey waiting to be sipped
Carelessness unbuckles and rips and spills into cuddly bursts of chuckles

The patch of yellow cancer bubbles on the table
Ash burns down like time
join the party, brother are you able?
just one glass of wine

I the addiction lurk in every alley
Rustling up enough narcotics to hustle your folly
I become dawn light, bloodshot eyes, the toothless homeless man's cry
I stand on the limits of a ghetto and ready myself to poison your mind

2am sun shining out elephant rays, light waning and whining
It's fate, not too late to learn how to rap at the waist high gate
I've made a sound attempt to penetrate your mind
Great, I'll use it as a kind of trampoline or a toy that inflates

Popularity looking for a concept, has never won in avoiding me yet
You a lonely animal, me your blood lusting screaming rhyming vet
None of my pet shortcomings will I ignore shirk or regret
I'm thumping like heck in your blood destination brain, quickly up your neck

Let me have a piece of that swollen feast of a thinking machine
Let me be the tenant, I'll pay the rent and keep the place clean

No sight of cancer in your bulge
No leaks or indulgences in the sewer pipes
I'd be your press secretary no scandals to divulge
I'd be your thoughts, your sort, your type

Your crutch to hold, a subtle blight, your soul bought, your rose toned sight
Life lessons untaught, warm embraces cold, days painted...
with heavy brushstrokes of night that add up to nought

(Addiction destroys us all)

The dark house

The dark house where Jeremy lived
No lights and no door handles
Just sunsets through open walls
candles keep it lit but ghosts walk it's halls

Through the old concrete
As abandoned as I used to feel
As dark without power
As poorly maintained and unwilling to heal

people don't want things that are not cared for
things left in the dark
For ghosts gather momentum when ignored until
they prey on us like sharks

Love of prachurata

Love of abundance
Love of god
Leafs fall in autumn
Leafs sprout in spring

Inside my words is an oblong thank you
Hidden in here, a tiny piece for you
Most for the abundance
the push and pull creator

There's a recipe
A hot fire you need to stoke
There's a few bad habits you see
A good number I broke

Every day it grows
grey skies or blue
My thank you flows
accumulating love and truth

Greed bumps and distracts
Pumping up ambition
but generosity never lacks
Never blinds me from my mission

Smoke it away

You seek their fortunes in all the wrong places
behold, freedom and vitality not a trace
Desperation upon your faces
In and out of your induced confusion disgracefully

Every vice a tangled python you blindly feed
Your whims and wants betray that sacred need
Your freedom forfeit like an infertile seed
Into the herds a freshly licked smile

Predictability, my pleasure sheep and rabbits
Behold your complacency and shallow habits
They rule you as grand chariot racing masters
You ignorant fools dumbing down even faster
turning the wheels, applying the plaster
On the wrong end of drug deals
Mediocre ever after

An ounce of Hollywood hope smoked
like a convenient dope always ready to fold
I want you an unthinker another mop on the payroll
robbed of discipline, junk food frail
cheap sloth a commitment to resignation, a promise to fail
Ready for the fake promotion, ready your head for your custom made cattle nail

Painted hierarchy(A piece of the tentacle)

The dog barks deep guttural barks
The high fences loom like cliffs above
The guards appear dead and motionless
From their steel boots to their steel gloves

In I walk to hear the outside world has been engineered
Through systems so clever, propagating confusion and fear
just a blind member of my peers, a sacrificial goat to a painted god
A proud soldier plodding, on the frontlines targets deem me cannon fodder

In I walk to find an empire sprawled and reckless gorging
Fat and gorgeous over the world an invisible octopus roaring
My heart and brain a spectacle, cling to the tentacle
One ticking hand grasps a paintbrush, the other a sickle

I exit the halls of the walled and painted elite
I ask nothing more than the world's defeat
I humbly request the ownership rights to the world
Your rights, your goods, your labor, your gold

For I have painted me at the top
shamelessly
I have grabbed destiny, older dynasties went out like candles
I painted my own portrait above the mantle
Words march into reality
voraciously

The mayor and manuel labor

The mayor will be here soon
The rental car shop will open too
The Blonde girl will talk to you as you work
Distraction and limited resources, no perks

You'll have to face the underpaid workforce in your underwear
Tell them to change their day on a whim
Keep on doing the same thing as if you'd never evolved
Trips to the city will cut into work hours

Weakness is familiarity and pizza delivery
Unwillingness to uphold the new deadlines
That will help our new mayor Bonfim come to power
And the money will supposedly trickle down

The train of retribution and invisible support

From one movie theater to the next
I am a blind man!
being pulled across the screen
missing the train

going hungry
poorly dressed
guess my name
I was maimed

Coming off the train
certain of my destination
The wrong sphere
They've pulled me in
As if i was attached to the tracks

A steel dog
left to leave a shadow to the sun and no more
But I grab the long corridors and shake them
Fire bursts out of the station

The movie theater explodes
I chant
I see
and I stalk the taunts
dangerously

Throw the train like I threw a chain
A challenge for the mundane
I grab what's real and smash the city through
grind off no routine
But an agenda so high I can drop my opponents off it
and watch them land dead

Sacred village so far from me now
Sacred village still connected to my veins
strengthening me and collecting me
Giving me the ritualistic razor to cut deep through their illusion
Their notion of time
their own notions of self fulfillment

I take the fire and spread it across the mistaken
who would convert me to their wasteful dogmas.

The side of a building

Fear of heights drew me up on the side
Window eyes tell me where to hold on tight
Above the city a constant witness
A little brick of progress

Sun and night shadow embrace me daily
I feel like the luckiest surface in the world in a way!
I watch birds pass, no envy in my gut

I watch planes so fast, they hit me with gusts
Yet I'm just a piece of a building
if I could wear a smile I would
My senses can't be detected

The city noise uses me as a trampoline
I look at the distant forests, there's no green on me
Just the side of a building
My concrete feelings tell me I'm free

The evil in your house paint

passion of my spirit to those of good faith

Salute your lives and bless your timelines

begging an ounce of your sharable electricity to devour deception

passion of my spirit to those of bad faith

I who speak of glory in secret

and openly create it to assassinate local evil 

the deep goodness

the water of pure good

Some of us aim to kill or trap the devil but have no plan forever after

it is not the food of god neither the fission to heat

So invite the health and deep goodness

Gossip not of the house paint for the devil can hide in any tone color

of emotion

Knowing ambition and it's right to live

Inside this heart of mine exist a million ambitions each one a giant
each one crushing reality to manifest itself into it
OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh
In this heart stir a hundred spoons made of emotional steel
Mixing the contents

Just one of those ambitions jumps out and holds reality a hostage
Brushing it's face with blue hands and scorn
But wakes and feeds it every morning and finally releases it
into the garden of new life where it flourishes a bull in fine pasture

As to my ambition it jumps high and tickles the sky shamelessly
it rolls back into the plains and grasslands
It digs up a lake and washes itself
Until it shines brighter than jewelry under direct sunlight

It turns and shows the world how it plans to tend it's weak
and cull it's strong
Sweat hits it's brow
Soup boils in my heart

OOoooohhhh
Open that box so prohibited by wise nightmares
Open that box that concludes the inner wisdom
Shine it out proudly and the eternal power as a feast not for one day!!!!!!!
Forever forever forever forever

Ohhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmeee at the conjuring of such a blinding vision
Me mixing the cauldron!
I eat the soup and be it!
For this is the nature of my ambition

The soul on the journey of laughter(sacred intergalactic ghouls)

Eternal soul journey

A simple man experiences spontaneous laughter
The mouth revolves with laughter again and again
Opening and closing and moving the sound of laughter out
Each revolution of laughter send his soul a kilometer further

Winding turning and twisting out of the mouth
laughter a wagon with a heavy motor shaking and roaring
The smoke and noise accumulate over the hills
The woken spirits breath it in and twist and turn in the air toward the source

Almost on your lips like drum sticks hitting the drum surface
Hitting your lobes and eyeballs circulating the crowd of laughing beings
Heating the air and the minds of them all
Infecting them with a constant aura of confusion

The sun bears down and cures it all before nightfall
Even the elephant stamps it's heavy foot down hard
And the jokes over but the soul is still moving
far into the next galaxy smiling guiling and worriless

Rocking past an earth like ours busy and drooly
The soul bursts into laughter once again and the body
with it's legs stuck onto this surface once gain coins a phrase
razor witty to get them choking and spitting uncontrollably giggling

The soul past the planet and observed it with snake eyes
Tibet cool in the guts, molten indus hot in the head
In the direction which genius galactic ghouls had given it
over the orbit dropping down to smell the mess

And up it came mango face
Thanking god with it's blinking and it's laughter
Shining off the local sun
Creating it's own atmosphere just to camp and witness the humour
For a millennia

Dream wildly said the ghouls as the soul placed itself above them in the planets orbit

The house of the singing hill

I have a hand on a balcony
The wind kisses me
The sun caresses me
The leaves just as pleased as me

I sit back in my porch chair true
The visit becomes you
The stairs will lift you
This house over excited to keep you

To tend the various gardens
to listen to the mysterious combination of nature
The secrets

The castle I have built is more than a shelter
it's a fit legacy
300 years to those who own the future
Those who go onto own the house on singing hill

Company for the long road

Accompany me as if on the ark
For life is long and half the time dark.

Share the path smooth
For there's room for two and beyond us both lies a stronger truth.

Walk with me
Because out foot steps speak, all the progress made, though the end cannot be seen.

Join me on the journey
Because Knowing you are there, knowing I am here makes me think I am free.

On these small stones they call planets
We have come to know each other in whole
and in parts!
walking toward each sun as if it were home
Greatness pouring out of our hearts

We came from nothing
and became everything together

Infant sea

Infant sea

Luxury is a hedge
is a lake in a child's eye
is a neighborhood pristine

The river is a trap
separating cities like siblings
drowning those who attempt to cross

Luxury is something in our hands
a quality found in friendship
A journey's satisfaction

The Poverty is a stone
a puddle empty of life
Separation

Adulthood neutral river
Infancy pure luxury

Adulthood rocky rivers toward the mountain
Infancy an ocean feeding those shallow streams

Gravity unable to convince them
That poverty freezes their flow

Don't go back to the sewer

It's lazy of me to ask you to put the past behind yourself
For it is not I under the test, it is not my health
The year behind you chose repetitive conflict
breakup and then you said you felt sick

People's limits confound us
To the fantasy we keep
about the love we share
reality doesn't care

It's a long time to be let down
To feel the ups and downs like crushing blows
To know excess of contact
then complete lonliness off and on for years

It's an eternity of the wrong life
Move on lost friend
Find a wife!

The ghost of Winara!

Follow the shadow to the bottom of the garden
Ferns and fuchsias conjuring it all up
Bricks esoteric cracks
darkened path forever

Down through the grassless ground
Where only moss would stick
To the Daytura at the base of the garden
Waiting for the shadows to return

Pray that sunset secures the light
pray that the gull never cries
That the trapdoor doesn't open
The ghost of the garden has no face

It runs through the flowers that crave the light
The ambitious bamboo that keep the side of the house dry

Old Arden glared out across his lawn
Pondering his existence
His thoughts plagued by pride and the past
The ghost escaped his sight

Entering the paint and strokes of that genius
The reality creator
The world ignitor
The affirmer of all colors and shades

No prison of good and evil to shut her in

The flying immortal

He was born a humble human
He became an interstellar dragon
one that could move reality entirely
A man who could fly and breathe fire

As if he had a sun in his gut
And a spark in his throat
Jumping through star systems like a fire brazen stoat
Building his fellowship of supernaturally gifted
while imposing his laws and gloating

Moving through the known galaxy
Changing color like a fierce chameleon
Using stars to fuel so his convoy could carry on
Harnessing abundant life and destructive death

Creating legacies along the way
A god for the meek to pray to
Rituals that they would adhere to
Hitherto traditions and customs withered
New laws of creation and progress overcame them

His name and reputation owned their minds and their purpose
Domination of the galaxy

Fear of bugs

A plain log
Hollow and rotten
decorating the swamp

The dark spongy wood
Full of holes and bore marks
A city of grubs

housing spiders in it's void
centipedes in it's leaf litter floor
A world of life

Where the wet mud touches the wood
The insects and grubs climb in from there
The moisture and fungus climbing in

A big old hollow log
Once a grand tree
Now worm city

A detail in a big swamp
Slowly decomposing over the decades
WAS IT MORE ALIVE WITH LEAVES?

Or are you just afraid of bugs?

A new face of aggression

No one could accuse him of stage fright
And now the caterpillar has almost been drained
I sense a grin
One so wide it could fit a sweet valley

Tempting the masses with images of virtude when their habits are vice
Their transient minds follow like ants to sugar in oversized families
Blind to their own routine sins and deaf to their own blasphemies
Put their lives in the hands of a man without compassion

His presence grew solidly in the most chaotic state
Where politicians negotiate with criminals, offshore accounts inflate
And public servants take theirs and leave the city to it's dreadful fate
their greed and adherence to corruption has given birth to a child

Has carved a man that may unleash wrath upon your "come what may" lifestyle
His laughter swells like a church gospel choir rising and falling with anger and violence
His speech cooks and boils in his mouth slowly, face inflammed
Bursts out upon naiive ears engulfing them like lava from a volcano

The curfew bell rings loud enough to crush your skull
State by state the grip tightens
Until the rotten fruit is disposed of, so that the rest can ripen
Yet the rot has knowledge, spores and roots too deep

And so the conflicts of 2020 ensue
Millions of lives later and no UN to the rescue
For every man is armed and leans to one side
The face of aggression and the freedoms denied

For they have cut the veins of progression, so let me amputate them so their hands may not bribe and so their heads may not plot.

A lick of futility

Eat this before dawn as the body simulates hunger, leave half on the plate

Each meal a step, a detail, a lick! 

Swear futility is not their praying

Is not their incessant appeal to narrow common views

Like their incessant dancing

That takes them across the polished floors or into strangers beds

Sweet futility breathe and breathe

Give your sweet fifteen a million dollar wreath

The world a television 24 hour jokes and games

attempts at the truth and sharpened versions

For every flawed perception

For every ounce of every hearts public right to outrage

A mad lick futility programing flavor in your mouth 

Eternal walk

The restless soul forever roams
Across a trillion blades of grass
A trillion stones

Across the silt and loam
across the future present and past
Joyous and alone

and in it's footsteps latent seeds germinate
in it's tracks worlds grow

Paradise echoes and distracts us from routine
Roads change and the aroma for progress strays

Legs and feet ache the long miles replying
Each tree each face
each voice each place

Yes a tiny taste of the universe
Yes a piece of each abstract dream
served on the plate of rationality

In the early factory( God's very riddle)

Dirt floor and sunroof
aerated floors of my God's workplace
There was I conceived before the womb
in the middle of a hundred expanding and contracting dimensions
Let's exist

Between the realms of darkness
The rule of thumb for creating a soul
A machine that could manufacture a soul
mine

God what is sunlight in a universe without sun?
On your dirt floor from giant to dwarf in a split second
I thought the multiverse would be slightly more elaborate
fine

How can something that never was come to exist
Shovel-fulls of human memory just cloud the past lives
Since I'm partially artificial where oh where is my transcendental chip?
lost in time?

Am I my own experiment? Half of me cut from my own embryonic awareness?
Here on earth a carneval clown for my elaborate counterpart
Or a tiny image for the biblical eternal king beard rolling off the throne like a waterfall?
Somewhere I'm connected

Leave the illusions here most are pleasurable for the duration
Questions such be unanswered as to not impose the next layer of challenges
Don't have me signed up with a clandestine group of enlightened ones
fixed on one of the billions of strategies for propagating naiive attempts at utopia

No leave it the way it is
Some of us with half our senses telling the rest of the world what we need
and others like me with great visions for the short comings of others
but not a clue of my own overfed but ever hungry voids

Tuck me in with good health
with decades of love
if it is all I can hope for before the two halves are joined
Many a full moon did you grant me magical miracles
Was my satisfaction yours?

Or must I thank you through dedicated prayer
through some brand of church
through some over spoken scripture
so called code?

Does the ritual guarantee a speedy reunion with the whole?
Or a comic distraction for those of poor intellect or imagination
Should I dream of you on a cloud?

or in that early factory spinning souls into existence?

Our quest is often spiritual

Shaped in the events and time
A lost star now a body with a skeleton and blood
Under some hidden eye, perhaps the sun itself
many atoms to the pixel, many choices of blindfolds
Our quest is often spiritual.

Pierced Bicuspid of ten millenia(child of the spear)

A primitive trident spear falling into the cradle of civilization
Children we were, death a familiar sibling to us
Throwing the spear with all force
through the heart of a dear kinsman

Wind bent, Lightening struck trees
surrounded our attempts at settlement
No conscience for the life we deemed free
A nose for only aroma of prey or battle scent

Three prongs through the heart
We the primitive ones eager to risk it all away
Searching for power and prey like arachnids astray
Out of the caves like rabid dogs crazed

The rivers and tribes that fed us
Were tunnels crawling with every poisonous insect
Yet fear was still unknown, their bites tattooed our flesh
All of our own kin infected by a hungry collective insanity

Our blood tainted but it never distracted us from pursuing our prey
Grins and frowns and rocks in hands dressed only in mud
The chase the clash and the delicious flavor of blood

Axe in hand stubby knees and elbows as we crawled to the ledge
That hung over our distant cousins calm, quaint and functional little village
Falling like a primitive spear on them at the war call
as the northern ice finally began to crack and thaw

Barack Obama

Sir We won't see you next election

Yet there's more insight to administrate

From your eight years of corrections

Four years boiling between your ears in reflection

You won't be back to give the glory of certainty

You a slayer of fear, a reason to care, new eyes to see

You won't be here in 2020 to bless us from the presidential podium

To create harmony amid the chaos and crack the right wing's false codes

I pray every part of you manifests on every suffering realm within our world

That your determination and fire that pushed 50 states, never gets old

Your bigger picture looms like an ancient prophecy

This small earth should never know scarcity

Consider the higher duty, the noblest path

the one that tight lipped apathy flips the bird to and laughs

There's no new election for you sir,

so make the world your canvas, because clumsy loves the past

Continue the greatness of your reign, for nothing may surpass

Let my words be your gain, to complete those unfinished tasks!