flattering the sea and the field

The dog was thirsty living by the sea
only salt water
The apprentice tried to convince me
that the dog was fine
waves came up choppy like it´s thirst

A large house were estranged families congregated
with one another all aiming for harmony
caring wives easily offended
inconsiderate and slow witted husbands confused
by their own jokes

the football game was called off because of rain
yet the picnic went on for us stubborn adults

trying to force rapport on one another
a blind herd of simple humans

My brother the windless day

Brother how far have you walked to forgive
on this life hill grassy rocky incline
for all the gems that you left in your footsteps
what is our bond, what is worthy?

What did it take for others to believe in you?
What did it take for you to believe in them?
Does strength of the heart push you further still
Were you ever so dear and was I ever so dear and true?

Broken continents, two islands north and south
trying to be straight with each other lost at sea
in the middle of the stage 3 human existence
only a few miles to status retirement

And will the bitters of old age be as bad tasting
as the years we never spoke
As the years we lost all connection
As the years we didn´t treat each other as dear

When I shouted, did you whisper?
When I panicked, did you calm yourself?
Was I the storm and you the windless day
I the blizzard you the frost

My own piece of heart shakes me to know you more, to hear you more
My own piece of heart keeps you always
Noble but flawed it continues to adore you
You were my first friend in this existence, a sun by the sun.

Students of life

I spoke to her class of students
As they asked about far off locations
trips across the world full of excitement
Wonderment in their eyes and stretching their voices

My parable was a split boulder
far too big for them to fathom
and too broken for them to behold
the minutes of quiet confusion mended the old shoe

blue laces in that leather
like information through their brains
The psychatrist compared notes with the mundane
No great story could be told

No great metaphor mined out of it all
just sunny sisters and the school bell
Glory can't be easily obtained
when the teacher is but a lost student

Train them on the ways of the world father for we bleed, we were blessed with fertility in the darkest of realms, we were cursed with fertility unable to know ourselves in spite of our offspring.
They come together as rich and as poor, stigmas and judgements a storm.

Lomaland

Heat creaks down the middle
the face of the house just stares
Windows sad eyes

Door´s happy smile
The spiritual contrasts
Sky´s eletric fuzzing

sun eating up the afternoon
lightening smashing through
the neighbors roof

The air humming around the house
the roof cooking birds feet
Grandfather ginger ale

Local wind obedient
Breathing the runes and the raven
Blavatsky humid
psychic heat

Neighbor electrocuted by the sky
Not a tragedy in sight
No bagpipes for the funeral

The house speaks to me
in edgeless humble words
My ears valhalla upside down
It´s utterings forest clowns and paranoid football players

clouds dance above Toby´s roof
playing hairy games with the blue
buds of spring juicy with passion
a secret slice of the occult thatched into the attic

Bugsy´s girl

She looked at me with those eyes
two pools you could drown in
An uphill climb toward courtship

cobblestones sooted and stained
streethood jackets following the well groomed
pick pockets at the ready like chess pawns

society divided into classes
a few delusionals pass through
Husslers forced to dirty work

She looked at me with those eyes
there was love but also concern
there were a few shades that changed to light up my yearn

Broken north

Tooth of the beast
the cold a loving family
the ice a romance
ships stranded

a dinner table
of fearful humans
looking for an escape
but running into blood and ice like gravy

The sea is solid
it walks no more
neither do men
heaven frost

Broken ships near a lost igloo
stained and scarred
vampire air
fog and blizzard coming down in columns

warmth so foreign and untangible
Like a motherless son trapped in a mine
as the deep freeze slowly wraps around each shaft
Like a serpents tail

My street skin and the readers

Walking in a street skin
My layer of filth sacred and smooth
footsteps across my backbone
a voice in my ear
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I´ve never known the designs
of my hundred tatoos
everyone else reads me like a newspaper
This street skin, what am I but an ad
..
I am a street sign moving across the sidewalk
shoes ground down
grin still kicking it across my screen teeth
never frowning
~~
The aroma pouring off me reflects the street heat
bringing them into the queues
organized by floating robots
creating the ladder to heaven
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Each one of those street skin readers acting as a rung
connecting with each other until they run out of oxygen

Out of the waste

Out of the dung
desert on the verge of the forests
lost tribe curiosity forming
survival often the only dream

Sometimes no shelter from the weather
predators touching on the periphery
Vicious eyes on human flesh
hungry guts claws furrs and feathers

Tribe tracking down their local killers
fear in the footsteps
senses sharpened

Out of the waste with primitive weapons
Brains thumping on psilocybin
club in hand grin on face

The prints lead into a cave
curiosity and hunger

Saint cosmo

Cosmo
Still a child who wants to cure and be cured
Lost in the Syrian desert
slowly ambling toward the broken village
where feverish diseases have eaten into the ancient walls

Cosmo joined hands with the children
sparks and energy poured off their wrists
a decade of good health
As they recovered Cosmo left
foot prints in the sand disappeared as he did

like he was never there
and would never come back.

That abundant patch

Down near the marsh patch
humid and pungent
low area of the garden
where the best greens grew

moving shapes could be seen from the high windows
Sun barely made it to the patch under the trees down there
some wild phantoms tending the crops
colors and smells fusing and merging
creating a glow that would attract and mystify

Sit at the top of the lawn and witness
winter doesn´t touch your garden
neighbors point stupefied
The codes of nature conversing with the supernatural

The grass kicks up around the raised beds

Contrasts of a multiverse

No real evidence you skipped worlds

only a few are open now to the meager psychic

each one brimming with peculiaraties

like detailed delicate sushi

There's no heavy fee to pay

to take a peek in each

like a shameless child

a front a candy store window

that timeless image

these timeless worlds

Heroes turn into villans

and villans into heroes

like life into death

death into life 

timeless states

The cosmos curious to know us

to feel our fuel exhausts in space

to spread our meager spirits across the stars

tom compliment the chrismas tree cluster

Time spends years convincing places into changing

they always obey creating another world

descriptions changing

the streets no longer familiar

A decade repeats inside a teardrop

replaying a million times

without an audience

reliving memories as worlds

bad ones into good and vice versa

earning a few cents from the universe

Space math

rift lo vision
soul a foot, space suit fabel
Lost like some missing label
imagine you up in space orbiting
lifeless

Oxygenless space gulping nothing
space mouth gulping and frothing
freezing light tug around the earth you'll go
eyes bulging out like planets
reflecting the light but you have had it

Rift lo vision
raft out to nowhere
gift of interplanetary travel
walking toward the human experience
does your soul float
no gravity your bones hunger for it

out here you can't breathe
you can kick and scream
motionless all on your own
nothing but you and the surface of the ozone

Rift lo vision
where they used to say it was heaven
Fans on the ground blow kisses

Religious pudding

You were trying to unearth god there boy
Trying to dig out some nostalgic church toy
and as you saw the treasure rise out
you and the aimless began to shout
you declared it an angel head
it was a sacred piece you said
yet it was no more than a baby
wrapped in the earth posing to pray
still in that blessed clay
motherless and fatherless
like your conscience careless
The pack's most beautiful cub
looked upon as a holy cherub

comedy infecting the ideas you are thinking
Your square inside the window of reality shrinking
second thoughts and a slight shock of conscious
You mix that milk and napalm noxious
should I bury that baby again
Or just put away the spade and refrain?
let go of that little piece of creation
Give that high cross a subtle nod
that little symbol of conventional permitted god

Sipping sheep soda all of a rigid sudden
preaching of the holocausts self righteous and giddy
none of us really that guilt ridden
bombs and maps under our cozy beds
for the next potential war of dread
We could aim the guns on that last day
near the rockets and that blessed clay
where you unearthed amos
looking for jesus

Comedy radiating around your ears
politics arousing your fears
dishonest honesty served sweet and sour but kosher
Our cancer spawning sunburn you sell the lotion
a dish to solve the world's inevitable hell
cut the polar extremes and content ourselves
with luke warm pudding

God keeps a tight ship

I have a secret for you god
Thanks for my heart
although it hurts
That hearts a half coal half diamond

I love to live God
death doesn't hold any benefits
even if death hit quick
kiss it still tilt it to heaven and wish

God let me tackle it
fire and steel, recount past lives as evil
tongue a sharp connection to a critical brain
linked to my thunder judgment

god my secret is -you created me evil
I can't blame you father I am part of you
tears on the bomb's design neck
oh God my birth was a kick

You a lost ship on tidal waves
A kracken unwilling to hear the perplexed
screaming sailor with an awkward last request
dragged under and heaved heavenward

I never existed before
the thick and thin you said we must obey
a branch you were, the very first words i'd say
just promising me eternity over and over

A human reflected in some shiny factory scene
A world half obsessed with engines and machines
touch the ones that can now think
leave me by the tides

as I evolve into a shark and swim the depths of your consciousness
unseen by the rest of the food chain
growing another set of teeth, another part of the brain

Meaning wants life

words have no meaning
I have tried to make it clear
yet there is no drop of sense
just a lake of void

my thoughts are blank
some radical screams out
That there is nothing to fight for
no door to push

There is no meaning hidden out here
No safe wall to hide behind
no level of certainty
pure ridiculous risk

The heart must be deaf
dumb and really blind
life begs for flavor
equations beg numbers

This life wants color
even on cloudy days
a child ghost hugs the sidewalk
disappearing and abandoned

Forests may defeat you

The old man gave the locals a nice thumbs up
To grow their feed and their prime farm beef
So they set the fires and became fans
flames to seed their short term plans

Religious in destroying a piece of god
Intelligent in the method of slow economic suicide
Hating science and nature, church along for the ride
from buildings that belch and vomit corruption

The will to take this nation
and be a man is lost

The power to guide us into prosperity
you lost old man, Israel shocked
Miopia dragging you down
nepotism a retirement strategy aint paying our bills

Shitting on tomorrow like a pro
our forests are going and so is your mojo!
No act of sovereignty can save you from the shit storm
Not even the golden wig, silverspoon born

So preach it to the church
Focus groups and politically idealistic people like you
Which foot is wearing the other shoe

We wanted some kind of escape
a way out of the left
and you came in knife wounds and displayed face of rage
Burning trees and pages in history
Tell me old man why can't you save us atleast?

Becoming the predator

Suit and tie child
The work day over nothing to lose
You leave the company bamboozled
street is as clear as a holiday weekend dune
colleague farewells you and disappears into the hot afternoon

Faceless workers fancy corners you got a piece of the city
windows wave goodbye and empty streets usher you in

Lost child
The highway stares you down, it doesn't blink
you make your way to the hill trying to think
Palms lean in from the road island clumps
The hills up ahead sunbathing green lumps

The broken paint lines try to keep up with your steps falling
shadowy shop fronts don't let you know what they are selling

Airport child
In the hills you seek a car, you seek a path
lost for direction sky forms a mouth to laugh
The long blades of grass may be out of place
but they belong more than you

Overhead you search for where the planes are coming from
it leads you back to your false suburban house humdrum

House child
Up the drive of a well trimmed arid garden
into the orange light reflecting off the smoke stained wallpaper
A confused housewife pointed out the defects of the child
and the child's failure to reach the airport

Conversation ricocheted off the dining table
as if it was the table that created it and not family mouths

Crocodile child
Out of the backyard a great lake lies
Wooden look out to take in with brave eyes
The child climbed up and looked around untangled
only to see crocodiles coming forth from every angle

Pastures green as the crocodile hides
deltas caressing suburan backyards, sinfully confiding

Escape child
The secret police arrived kicking out the crocodiles
helmets, vests and every kind of gun
Sprinting into the high grasses caught by the sun
jumping into a hole, hidden from the front

For they don't see what they seek, fear upon
their blindess as powerful as their weapons

Predator child
Following the uniforms as they continued their search invain
With a hunger that never felt so alive
in stomach and poisoned the saliva
quickly dragging them into the muddy sinking area
Before a shot was fired the troops marinating in terror

Their uniforms keeping them fresh for devouring violent and wild
breaking bones and piercing organs, blood an opiate for the child

Lightening river

Paddocks got me born
chemical stew formed me
cloud formed and so did rivers
across god's forehead

We the farmers told to harvest
from the river
Father summoned the lightening
and it fell with crack like a blessing

Life in graced the river
and we harvested like machines
Up we went and down again all through
against the strong flow and easily with it too

Under the rock we saw shrimp
our minds merging with the water
until we realized the river itself was our life
conflict cooking on the shores

Crashing into destiny
A flash flood of emotions
of emergence
we forget it's some big adventure

like hermit crabs
scattering under rocks
and residing there
never venturing out for bigger meals

Yet we are the incredible amphibians
omnivores
choosers of opportunity
and creators of it

The love you think you feel

All love is brave in your mind for the initial stages
all passion hangs onto overwhelming lust and self destructive rages
You put in less work over time but want for the same wages
All love is brave and trying over the first few stages

We like to think it's a random chemical reaction
no blame in you or me or some flattering infatuations
The hangover of that potent lust made you think superheroes flew
to support lil cupid

Love is a slice of the right cake
fat and mild you overeat and overcook it
the end result makes the sugar a bittery flavour
without compassion without connection love has to be brave

We can't even search for a reason to get a promotion
we get sucked in by selfishness and overactive emotions
love could be blind but it's usually frail in most
True love is just invincible and pays the highest wage
the rest is truly counterfeit versions of lust, passion and rage
You don't really know love, though you memorized expectation
so call out hello to that mirror of selfish frustration

China sea

You must of breathed upon the python
accuse like that
forked king tongue poison rice runs down
the currency

Obliterating wig wearing son
all great conspiracists hail as the AC
Overweight pit in the stomach
cheesy steak diet deadly but tasty

You must have breathed upon my pet leviathon
the one with a pointed sting venemous searching
A lost drone with a warhead for drama
a tracer and an aim pointed at your karma
then it bills you for the acquisition

Adventure and taxable routes in the china sea

your personal explosion
exit and excessive departure and overload
your execution,burial and funeral simultaneously abrupt and brutal

A fine frigit glinting off starboard sailing out to meet
the late tides third world war on a whim for title deed
for a meager billion or a parlament seat
The old machines could melt post glare fire waves
idealists decorate christmas trees
the soft puppy becomes the rabid predator

over the waves little herds of fearful humans
collect their weapons and dig themselves in
silly misguided victims in wait
rotorblades marching in with a cheesy diet of overweight explosives
A couple of reliable barrels pointed at the saboteur
before he knew he was born

Your life long heart attack

My head is in flames
my head is in human games
the ones we are taught to play
collectively lose
and pretend we won the day

My head is radioactive death
crazy haunting destruction that reeks of poison lead
My grip on the axe is tightening
My lips on the curse are locked
I'll use the head flames against you frightening
damned paradise embedded so deep in this grey rock

Ash falls with my hair
Some idiot invented clocks
both hands age us naked
and shake us till we are faded
some idiot made us, you blame god

I crawl like a lizard
as high as the heaven christians point to
in their war speeches
as high as illegal lumberjacks point to
peeling off neck leeches

My body bursts out in fire
silence to the truthful
a century given to loud loose liers
Their voices dime bags of false drugs and fake news

what a delicacy next to deforestation
what a galaxy of well delivered misinformation
the farse of certainty
the death of stoicism
the surrender to predictable down cycles
the purchase of pharmaceutical solutions
that get us further from knowing ourselves
and more adept in blaming the silence

More ridiculous music, violent lyrics
and repetitive beats like cinder bricks
flavorless lips and words and delivery
Like peeling off leeches in the shade of the falling ficus
My crown of flames I wear until I get embers under my hat
The world offers me such jewels and I send them back
just interested in that fast food immediate crude life long heart attack

Chaotic face hold of a kangaroo

The dirty street is where I squat
I am a kangaroo
I am not walking in your shoes
back to the cigarette butt cabin

the filter a killer prejudice
that gives me a false impression
that twists my personal interpretation
Ha what is the reality through the eye of a kangaroo

What kind of lies do you see out of?
Diagnose this marsupial blindness
What inspires you to burn the nest
your home just for a few minutes of heat

what happened to the whole session of humility?
What happened to the moment you were able to see
the rusty jagged edges of the wreckage called hypocrisy
Kangaroo jumps over you face rose colored glasses fall off

Now the old woman to tell you how wrong you are
chaos off the cheeks chaotic face hold on you
neglected concrete, cracks and moss and old gummy stains
A kangaroo can avoid them by jumping

The baby can safely bob up and down until the trips over
it's home is the vehicle
its mother is the vehicle
The mystery is why the creature hasn't become extinct

tough roads and street side hags to tell you how you are wrong
the Kangaroo isn't very unique it just jumps and jumps and jumps
yet it's not extinct, no But the New Zealand Kiwi is.

The source of fire

I felt my guts moisten
Heart sucked some of that residue
Friction augmented
shivers in the body

Spider hag came running out of the shadows
That ghost you don't see
My body vibrates to shock it
My meager body

A drop of god
a brush with nature
Humble me
completely vulnerable
to the supernatural dimension

A child crushes the spark
the blood is compromised
a little piece of them darkens
after they learned to lie

Fuel that burns in me
I chose the sun, god and nature's electricity
I chose truth, yet it swings with iron
does damage to ambition in a world built on falsity

My source of fire
day shaking crackle
My brain veins clean and boiling
My source of fire is the Atmakaraka

Humble I identified meaning
shadows cannot convert
their presence my trembling
foreign lights their distraction

source of fire for the beacon
evil at an all time low

The untastable candy promotion

One of the greatest things you have never seen
is
The mind parrot after the second minute

Engulfed by wings and colors

comatosed by pieces of the percieved sweet future
splinters of what will happen

wings beating you till reality flicks back up
Fantasy on the down draught toward craggy expectation

a clear sky screen
The greatest thing you have never seen

The candy promotion
supermodel material

staring at your unsure eyes, through you, through you
as the common birds break their beaks on the windows
of the popularity apartheid

A clear screen into where space starts and the sky ends
just above where dreams march as conformists to some
predictably ordered set of events

But that the dreamer wakes feeling like an original artist
Not the common killer of endangered birds

Addrenaline, Wheels, Boards and Irony

The instrument of greatness

The spring sun chuckled over sarcasm
addrenaline junkie irony, sunlit ramp

Did you ever get a notion of yourself
like loki tied down in a cave?

How many mirror shots did you prepare
before going out in the open air
how many years did you study scorn?
Were you a mocker when you were born?

Did you keep a napsack packed with envy
for your blond comrades across the ditch
for your tokens and their cool tricks and bitches
They come to visit and deride using international stitch

grind on that or dodge it clever slalom
meaning trickles through the seasons
Winter snow, summer waves outside that, no reason
come across the screen accusing and teasing

Deaf ears for well armed quips
keep the abrasion, suck on the bruise
You were always a winner, unfamiliar to abuse
you thought you were the unique dinner
It's just takeaways now, you lose

The door to darkness

huuu hu hu lies-tunnel-fate
You've bought a piece of prime real estate
in Sheol(calls the goat)

Half way down firey lane
childrens claws
blessed by a curse

graffiti walks at midnight
kicking it's brother in the head
rusty toenail through the lip like a knife

But addiction got up in him
concrete couldn't hold him
up to beg for a fiver

Struggling with birdlegs cramping
a dying liver
His lost relationships, including that one with god

brain damage kissed him
his brother didn't miss him
death like a cruel night draught, a big eye and hidden erection

That fat Abacaxi of ananas

The sun half poked out today
reasonably shameless
Trying to provoke the earth
The wall blocking it's charm

Fire brain infancy
sweet cloud compacted
sun burned
hurled to earth rooted down

A deep pearly cone
all ready to form a head
Inside the sunny crown
ray of honey light

short stumpy goodness
golden bold within
like a sun deposit
What a secret wrapped

Rational direction

A decade into my elderly years
My hunger to live a metaphor for the road
Roads go two ways forward and backwards
which way is your horse trotting?

Is your bike wheeling into the past
head turned back to steer avoiding traffic that is going forwards
Their smiles not at stock standard angles
harder to sell to ambitious throroughfare

My instinct kicked in
I needed the warmth and satisfaction
that a bakery might offer or refuse
Carrying expectation like a hostage wearing dynamite

Not well baked pies across the counter
but a wanting glance from the sweets exhibition
The bakery lady absent
Yet sugar loiters in the air

Back up that hill
Farm might not be there anymore
Horse and rider may not have arrived
expectation gripping the wings of the plane
Or the rudder of the ship

Blind to forward or backwards
(You may think you understood, read it again you did not understand)

One sunny aspect

Love looks up
happy to see you
Sun pops in warm
Grateful

I couldn't ask for more
Clouds part and blue time
let my index in
my joy and tongue

Rays my head
The sun a doctor
The fire of our system
moon head bakes off radiation

Love beads of sweat
fantasy street
grasp unreal

Me on the line-ghost

Hi it's just me
It's been a while indeed
But Here I am words for your eyes
Rhymes boiled, baked and fired

I'm nowhere but I am here

All ready to eat, so open up
pretend your listening
Don't forget it, like a sign
let those words tattoo your mind

I observe you

I sat down beside you my mouth fits
what you have now is my whispers
each one slipping in like a sip of coffee
sugary enough, more than energetic

Don't fear the shadows

It's me on the line
Sounding hopeful over the line
will you ever reciprocate lips open
should I viciously addict myself to the sensual void
The silence torn by sudden gasps

I am the silence limited yet powerful

As you realize I'm there with you
ghost-presence goose bumping over the left side
of your neck
Doubted I was there but with each word I'm there
in you

Afraid to acknowledge

wallowing in the silence as you form little attempts
at insights
But that parts mine, it is my property even as I tresspass
brushing your cheek
seeking your scent and disappearing
into the nothingness

ready to shoot back into your life like phantom lightning

Thanks for the long way

The wealthy soul
Full of vigor and reach
clasping at the beautiful vibrations of abundance
touched by a blessing

Amazing belief keeps feeding me
even when i see myself poor and broken
it lifts me and points me in the right direction
It feeds me and quenches my thirst
when parts of these hard roads lead into long deserts

The other side of which present lush forests
with villages where feasts and laughter come every time
night falls
and smiles are pushed across faces like the river flows
There is always something left for me

What kind of thank you shall I throw or spend
what kind of gratitude can I give forever, not lend.

Goals toward heaven

One step up

a structure forms under the ambition

hard enough for heaven's voice not to fall

A hand is not a tool but a life

An avenue to prosperity

Higher point in life 

Question your existance

Does god have your back?

Your greatest hope

urging you to plant something today

One step toward where you will already be

the portrait painted over the draught

with colors you got obsessed with over time

Distraction manufactures an eye off the ball effect

You put yourself on the field

You invent the sport

fall in love with the rules

and realize it's not the game you dreamed it would be

you conquered so much

Yet no one else knew you were playing

 

Desire, faith and the spoken word

A great wish fulfilled
unexpected surprise
wishing and abandoning concern
getting the outcome even through a twist of fate

A little wish that shines with special glint
and the silent listener is there to soak it up
to push it an inch closer to reality
To let it breathe in sunlight

so that the idea might have a life of itself one day
Wake at dawn a clean blue sky, desire in my hand
One bolt of lightening joining June and July
melting our south winter

coated in the brilliance of the dry sun
Faith that the month of cesar will spark abundance
one that moves emotion and much wealth this way
I throw the doubts back into the ditches

For where does fear come from but a ditch
and brilliance from a clear sky?

Aimlessness contributions

Neighbors abandoned their estates
Paramilitary on the move
submachine guns at the ready
Early winter grimaces as they hunted us down

But over the stone wall and into the subtropical forest
where maniacs hid and invented insane gadgets
Sending out videos before the dropships locate them
Life's a dangerous hobby

Everyone making aimless contributions
to a colorful blend of confusion

1st century Pseudo Nationalism

The extremism of the 1st century
Grand leaders boiling up schemes
To grasp the indifferent populations
great personalization, great separation

Everyone has a voice
a voice engineered
by the electronic trumpet
of social media machines

Extremism screaming over the internet
versus frivolous issues about pets
Authoritarian Ai systems muddle
versus designer clothes for poodles

The decade of subtle manipulation
tweeking the consumer into fashions
as if it were itself a machine to conquer
an airconditioner of favorable temperatures

Until my friend you are little more than a well informed battery
powering the software and maintaining the hardware
while a fringe idealogy comes in to harness it
And kill your freedom for a decade or so

Pre-Napoleon ambition

The conflict is a basket
others talk about greedily
as if some kind of hidden banquet
Yet to be devoured in glee

Not one terrible word will you speak
If it is peace that you seek
And the gossip leaks
won't that make you a target?

Now a musket blast could burst a barrel
cracking it down the shaft
A sharp last resort could still spurn regret
A well thrown rifle weight behind bayonette

Some war off the horizon
flashes that can be seen
yet shrapnel too far to be felt
explosions could be heard
yet the heat is still miles away

You pick up the basket
handcuffed in denial
yet free to draw blade
Some vein makes it way from the distant hills
and offers itself up to be cut

Hungry for the blood
seduced by the basket
you seek peace thick and thin
The steel divides skin
it's you in the mirror

That peace misplaced
harmony defaced
It's a word inside the blood letter
Last resort clinging to the musket
Rusty steel passionate bayonette

The silver soul of a winner

Test the winner
plan b, plan b
contingency
magic touch

Strategy lives in you
Horny for tactics
Itchy for the dramatic
pushing reactions

like business babies out of the corporate sunset vagina

I'm hungry with a blood stained knife
Test the competition
build the apparatus of fear
The office melts your silver soul

leaving drops of it across the electric carpet
minimizing the friction
That tests the winner
when plan b fails
And the contingency is aborted
like a drunken violent christmas

pouring the cement of regret and subtle steel frames of emotional blackmail
pushing reactions
squeezing the apparatus

like drugs onto millenium limit babies
using them to deal with fear
as the soul goes from color to silver
The medals fall off that disgrace of a winner

Leaving circular metallic objects
to soak up the last drops of silver soul's residue

Bleak school

Coming upon the school
disorganized parking lot of a school
haphazard and neglected, misdirected fuss
somewhere grey but light enough to have us

Half planted garden bed
quaint in it's attempt
at being mis-shapen as a pear
Paths leading nowhere

stairways to crisis
the walls screamed forgive us
A concrete world is hard against our flesh
But gives us an elegant illusion of certainty

Euphoric youth protests, their naiivety haunts and plays
Once quelled, pretend friends are made at the welcoming driveway
of the empty school with a masters course in fake
hands were shaken and false old souls awakened

It was like perfect strangers rather
forcing themselves to recognize each other
alas alas you are all a space of wall
one day you will become nothing more
than a blank for crude graffiti and scrawl

The water horse

The great mystery heaved it's body of 5 tonnes
It's mate wallowing at the lake's floor
slowly dying in the thick mud.

The great beast mother moving
through the depths of the lake
chasing salmon and trout
and settling below the outlet

Nestling into the submerged craggy wall of rock
opening out into the stubby origin of the outward flowing river
As schools of fish entered the lake against the current
The beast would jut it's neck up and get a mouthful

Just a few meters below it's two offspring waited
necks up begging for a piece of the what fell out
of the beasts razor sharp tooth filled mouth

the beast a shadow haunting the neglected depths
known only through legend
Unknown and almost never seen

Hell of a quarter

A cluster of similar souls
all smiling out as if on a roll
faces bunched together almost touching laughter
Convinced there will be enough blessing water
To float outside of hell

Souls that held on for survival on death's bell
that just didn't really know themselves
Negotiating enough spiritual goodwill to fly
to navigate the empty neutral skies

Looking down on humanity while sailing
pointing out our errors, remarking on our failings
unable to retake the human test not even as a clone
Mocking our mistakes when they couldn't fix their own

Smiling down
pretending to be angels of old
They were just members of a board
of empty minded souls

looking for a herd or a hoard
they could lead with zeal a predictable recital
Send them nowhere cheerfully
smiling down with fancy titles

Their previous lives darkened
spent clawing at a higher position in the crowd
a useless hierarchy
Now they are just smoke in a pretty cloud

Smiling like they know something else
Like the rest of us believe something false
That they have mastered the cycle of spirits
That they had replicated heaven in their cluster

Foolish souls blown by the wind strongly
Lost by their overwhelming lust to belong
Holding their smiles firmly invisible lip pins
hiding torture from beneath and within

Who knows where their good intentions went
You know we choose our own punishment

Ink for love

Designs in your chest
from the skin through to the heart
letting it breathe
Criss cross pattern

Esoteric pill
symbolic medicine
Crazy deep lines

Designs in your voice
colored tokens of a magic wish
You get out of your bed
like exiting a space rocket

I see the smoke
blue and grey
is the misty mess
part of love's recipe

infecting eyes and tongues
rousing the shape of desire
feeding ink for the design

Find your spark

Grind your flint

create that spark

Why dullen yourself

why give up still at the starting line

Block the falling sword before another piece of you dies

An excuse is not a shield, understanding your error is

What great desire are you lying on your altar

concrete laziness

Grind your flint

sparken your eye

surge with energy

find yourself

Why set your existence to mediocre

don't you want more?

The future begs to marry you

lost in the past

like a lamb stuck outside the fence

back to the sinister woods

where predators and calamity hide

Harsh hold

The house was half taken by the forest shade
as if it purposely blocked the sun and had a say
A family settles there by the mysterious creek
nights are quiet and days are loud and supernatural

The baby only six months not yet even comprehending
That the lost soul in the shaded house existed neverendingly
Alone the baby sat between two new sofas in calm euphoria
with a pencil a piece of paper and a strange face he was drawing

A baby drawing the crying face of the melancholic phantom
the impossibility spreads across the skin in goosebump fashion
The baby looks up as the page levitates by itself as if to speak
The manifestation of the ghost of harsh hold creek

The dust of a dead tomorrow

The outposts
Far from the center
from where it all matters
All left to fend for themselves

Dust blows up
but not information
So far from the hub
Just an empty small city

assault rifles loaded and cocked
But only the crooked yellow wind
The scavenger crew flew out
jeep revving fearfully

Not knowing what is to come
as the city rumbles like a stomach
some ghastly ambush waiting to happen
though silence dominates every nook and cranny
of the abandoned city

Not a frown or a smile
Pulling barbed wire across the front of the entrance
Repelling the unthinking predatory leftovers of the apocalypse
that roam the night relentlessly sniffing out the slightest whiff of life

To devour it between epileptic jaws.

Dreamers reap rewards

never did I ever stop to look what my mind was painting
What colors were in my lobes just a ranting
So vivid and extraordinarily weird
The waves of imagination

Sometimes it's a great escape
somewhere we go even when there is so much more
And somewhere we go when there is nothing
where we can bathe

Life out there a forest or a mountain
don't put boundaries around it
Don't burn some of that image
just because anxiety has a throne

You must be painting a new satisfaction
A nice piece of sun inspired light
across your aspirations
neon  money s brushstrokes 

What's in you?

What is behind the concrete?
Under the helmet?
Behind that face you tell us is not a mask
What's in that juice you prove is real?
With a straw that swallows the essence

What colour are those feathers?
hell what shape are your horns?
what beast have you become?
in a world digitally over run

What kind of personality have you messed in?
The true nature of you begs the question
Just what did you do to make yourself proud?
I want to know what is behind your words

How much are you a drip in a liter
a mindless mammal in a herd?
How loud is that heartbeat?
How inspired your action?
How fast walk your feet?
Toward some hollow attraction?

Is your brain beautiful, creating and choosing?
Or is it just a dark factory pumping out excuses?

Tell human

The beauty

every shade of the human 

every tone of human skin

All of us have value

There are real colors in us

great lights they are

chances on a round planet

keeping it all spinning

lighting it up

all qualities real

All possibilities a field

That beauty a great design

Such an amazing feat

see this whole surface

jack in the boxes

destined for success

There is a  divine sign

that you too could be in time

Part of this human shine

Explosive Lochness hedgehog

The lochness hedgehog skyward and still sane
excitement runs smooth juice over the veins
A nice glamour to the bullet
A fashionable magazine of ammunition

Just edging to exit the barrel
like a shameless surfer in flame

Excitement guns into the lochness hedgehog
each spine dripping with gunpowder
each bellowing from above getting louder
until the echoes get crowded

The skyward lochness dreamer
on fire with strange ambition
waves from blue screen to white wash
barreling across the surface of his face

Of this lake
of this sky
of the surface of curving insanity

A nice gleam to the bomb shell
an incendiary supermodel
shattering ear dums
a blazing hedgehog of fire

Wrinkle is your sparkle

Experience wash
Eyes glisten
ears listen
older and bolder

career stunt a mash
Fire whistling
fear hissing
Yelling and scolding hot

Roller coaster squash
Each curve twisting
exhilirating jist
molding a world

Your wrinkle is your sparkle
your grin a rascal
The life on your face a legacy
taunting the here after

Impact

Everything stopped
pain came out of nowhere
No returning to the womb
The spine a hard snake around our senses

The snake within us
bending as we do
what does the reptile brain scream
Some of us cold blooded creeps

The day shooting at us with the sun
radiation over a life time
Certain beliefs shape us clumsily
shame if you wanted some lighter existance

some well framed freedom you fantasize about
Your spine keeps your brain all up in you
fleshy husk all ready to host an AI entity
Something to widen that hopeful smile

no Longer glum or pessimistic
some mind software designed to wipe your lack of purpose
Get you back on ambition wagon smirking
some world wide internet virus sustaining your will to live

As you become more and more spineless

Blood cement

The wall was brick clean
It sang with a pulse stopping scream
It's mouth ruby red rubber
The wall wailing like a birth mother

Hard rock thin layer of iron
Human standing bureaucrats hiring and firing
Crimson ribbon holding them together
Daunting divisions forever

In this hardened world
thinking was attempted graffiti
painted over with vermillion, deleting it
Mind well spoken, heard and read

Surface abrasive maroon and grey
fingertips lose a layer
dark pink to match the tinge
Blood cement walls to separate the human race
bridgeless

Late may warmth tax

The cold hits after midday 
A nasty chill that wraps across your body
The air tight                        5 degrees cooler, skin fright
ice lid

Curtains pulled artificial light
reach for blankets
clouds fight                        southern wind's plight
freeze

Summer I feel your absense
trading hemispheres
cool mists                           cold humidity insists
dull

Sunlight I stand begging you
to warm the land
to wake us                          not by heat loss
thaw

Where do you live?

In your head where are you at?
What kind of thoughts chase you
through your day
Do you see yourself bleeding?

You might be eating poison laced cake
comfort baked
How would you like a slice of real impact
reality served up
slamming into you like a falling brick

Do you live in confusion
somewhere lost in the myriad of emotions
No defined lines to live between
Pouring smoke out to all
Claiming there is a fire somewhere out there

Where in your head do you live right now?
Do you reside in ghoul town?
Haven't you evacuated yet sunshine?
The dark night of the soul
belongs to your existance and takes it's toll

Teresa

I never hope
I don't have control over the world
There is your small world and a big one
The two worlds connect

They asked mother
why are you trying to be so benevolent
why do you smile at the world
when your smile is just a drop in the ocean?

Because she said
Without my drop,
the ocean would be smaller
So hoping is a wave

The reward in an excuse

Extending the problem
It was blessing but they somehow made it a curse
Stopping and starting, getting up and falling
Giving up politely

Then impolitely shifting the blame
aggressively twisting the facts
recieving the bad news
declaring it like the town crier

Clandestine pride in that naysayer heart
The stamp of disapproval in your pocket
ready to ink it up as soon as things look up
Grab the good news and choke it

Nothing outside the job description
Typical useless professional prescription
when are you you going to worship performance
Instead of insisting on pessismism and dormancy

Investing in protecting yourself
The reward in an excuse
agreements at the infeasibility
deeply pleasing to you

Kindling

Lil space in that heart
empty for a while
room for spiders
room for longing

a conspiring imagination teams up with the stale space
they spin out of control in the silence
not enough friction for a spark though
and after the movement
a minute becomes a century

And the mind pretends to be separate and unacquainted
wandering off as the heart becomes desolate again
part of me is a lumberjack
hauling logs in to create a fire

The trickster in me almost got lost in the long trees
picking out twigs and kindling sensitively

It would all be burning and joining
to heat the heart and serve it through fire

That lil space be hot now
and this part of me lives again
like a robot plugged in

The dawn of insight

It crawls between the thin membrain between the skull and the lobes
You can almost see the sun as you climb the steep slopes
Things like luck and begging for a buck kept you still static
Though rushing 5am till eight at night made you frantic

The shakes and shivers over a days harsh visions
Mulling over those set in stone decisions
Delving into a classic painting of a reflection
Trying to extract at least a gram of direction

Night bites down with the kind of dreams that boom in the lobes
hitting you with impact quickening your shock as images slow
Suddenly a spark leaps from your muddled perception
It lands between the poles and rolls over them like nukes
Cooking your beliefs and conjuring firey phantoms and spooks


At the dawn of insight a gate opens over your awareness
A question wounds you deeply and leaves you in despair
You wake as the sun appears
Knowing a new you, as the new day nears

Lawn mower boy

that boy lawnmower
Beg your pardon said the old man
expecting that i'd repeat myself
grass as gold as it gets
shady autumn
merciless hill steam
getting to know the teen me

The smell of fresh pain
the weekend a layer of pain
a happy coffee
and back into the filter
like a fish in a tank where the plants had all wilted

looking up at their expectations like a hive of scorpions
stings pointed
monitoring my answers
and off I go to hose my brain
as if it absorbed something toxic
what taught me this

Was it a monster from the quarry
Have people's speeches to me
helped me to seem like a beast
somewhere between the frost of late may
covering the dead straw freshly collected as hay

where does a boy look for worth
the world a mad predator with a hammer
in the shape of each ridicule they send my way
water couldn't cure me
I breathed to understand revenge
the hate peeled away at my heart

I stood the midnight rat half soaked in my own blood
stripped of dignity just sticky wounds infront of the council
Frozen empty hall of evaluation
I'm nothing but a cow to kill
and you frown because the beef will taste bitter

I've swerved a few deaths though

They just keep...
throwing me back you know
as if god was a fishermen
putting me back into your ugly ranks

hear my grassy growl
As the gram of immortal in me shows you the door
 of the multifaceted hell I know
that never murdered my one real love and joy
to know this world as the amateur rucking
lawnmower boy

A tease and correction under heaven

That high king
with big ears and grin
I'm an ant below this concrete throne
I am a street dog in from the cold
begging a bone

Oh high king seven stories up much finer
In your presence
My existance no more than a one liner
and if it puts a smile on your face
I served my purpose

I underestimated you without grace
 always feeling out of pace and place
and now I look up from my tiny face
and know I own nothing
Nothing is mine

A restless blessing
As I attempt to dance
The way you do with galaxies
around my planet
that seems to fatten me

every second was given
by you, each one I now heed
that you can take back at light speed
So I blow a kiss and beg another day on one knee

another decade to create my joke
develop my punchline poke
then be merrily put to sleep
dead eyes through the coffin glass peep
perfume of mediocrity

I'd like to know you like a best friend
like the long lost father to us who mends
Our broken beginnings and bent endings
yet you are up there too high
meager me here after crumbs before I die

But I don't intend to be your pest
and if cleaning the rough miles of rock in your throne room
is my only fate I'll jump for joy and reach for a broom
My human form a tease and a correction

Architecture of a needy human soul

on the way down
writing the script of the soul
on the way down to Adam and eve's eden
God's little attempt

I saw the height of the throne
felt my insignificance
Felt the push and pull
of every stage of my life

That cave
At the beginning and the end
joining confusion into itself
like a needle pulling cotton through a shirt

I'd love to enter the sun and survive it
conduct heat to every beast on earth
and silently send a sophisticated love
So that they would understand goodness

Evolution of young love

She wasn't expecting a lot
A lot of extreme lovely moments
She didn't know herself so well
me even less

We fought because of our passions
Confusion and sadness
ghosts of phobias from the past
haunting us as we struggle to love

I, lost so intensely
like a citydweller in the deepest forest
Love appeared through mercy
directed you to me

Young children
thats all we are
safe and found
in the ferile medows of our love

My whirlwind brother

A whirlwind is growing in me brother freely
one that swirls with the power of a sky banshee
Into a tornado with every blessing the sky gives
With every blessing that in the earth lives
A whirlwind grows in me, truth is

It wants freedom and abundance like a wild crop
and everything that a human could have from the top
we want to shake god's hand on camera, cut an umbilical cord
Slap the baby, buy your ticket from an electric billboard
None of that mainstream ambition, just the eccentric sword

The tornado in my brain creating a mindfed whirlpool heaven sent
Just a flood of genius brother curving into tidal waves imminent
A deepsea cthulu beast splashing the vulnerable continents
I got a few little lightbulbs lighting up like atom bombs
suns colliding and spewing out gold there from

A whirlwind brother that urges me to be bold
A creative jewel that duplicates itself tenfold
with every extra year that I'm here getting old

House on Elizabeth

From the rails to heaven's door
Winara, He awa and historic seddon
Northic pine roots spreading
Under the eyes of Hemi matenga

After the road curves straight
like life should right and not too late
That winter moon booming over the tree ridge
200 metres above where my eyes should be and not budge

Just a strong stone's throw
from the where the farm cattle grow
A tiny existance, the hill bush my temple
Silence and the chilled breeze, simple

Under the tall dividing poplars
arum lillies burst upward flares
creating playgrounds of magic and spells
For the curious ones new to this world

the old orchard off limits
Called us in like ghouls to a haunted cave
I was left to convince the brood to be brave
Fruit and adventure to the river and away

I never felt the cold when I was young
Everything was a mystery at 62 elizabeth street
My soul umbrella still lies open at the base of the hill
As if I knew each household, it's people and contents

Like my bones were the dried riverbed
And my blood fed the ever fruiting citrus
From the rails to the doors of heaven
Where exotic and native forests kiss

In a valley where souls were turned away post tangi
Unable to enter save for one slave oh,
his name was Toenga kainga a timid damned fellow
who I met in the gum trees near the devil's elbow

I knew that bush and the earth there like my face
The bark and the stones and every leaf's taste
That serpent of a river, just a trickster changing places
Up to the macracarpa head
On that small bald hill face

Visited by god

God came and cleaned my page
He had a grin that would put a shiver in the devil
across the page with his angels
Just a flicker of light over the paper

I was wiped away and drained out
nothing to heal me but a few smiles
Out there with floods and droughts
He bit the snakes head like a crocodile

God came and fired and exploded
leaving not a piece of the inferno to show
And the new heaven as my eyes
blessed light not shy of

The moment before you wake

I didn't plan to open my eyes
The clouds full and leaky outside
I didn't want to have to wake
Or leave the dream zone lake

Falling into the reality
Stirring the day up with a mish mash of plans
half considered desires
The bed still warm and sweet, the day out bland

The blanket all crinkled and wrapped
Like the mind before waking
The lazy feeling slowly being shaken
Alarm ready to give you ear ache

One toss and one turn
despite the rain
daylight is about to burn

The neck sloth

It's that tiny monster stuck to the back of your neck
slowly leaching your energy and stopping your action
It's like a ratsize tick permitting stagnancy
But you'll have to forgive it all the same

It tells you to sit back down when it took an hour to stand up
It suggests you relax when it's time to act up
Your inner desire is to realize a few dreams
before you go to the dirt into ghost steam

Procrastinators roar in silence
don't join their choir
put one foot forward even in violence
and face the world eyes painted by danger

For the neck sloth gets fed
every time you bow to dread
every moment you hesitate
is a meal the neck sloth waits for

Redline wolf

By the old roadside shed
sat the wolf and the half viking
Basking in the moonlight
lost to the world

As if they were both lost in their own dimension
dim light of the outside lamp
almost competing with the moonight
Up strode the full minded viking

Greeting the wolf and the half viking
Then facing the great wolf
The full minded spoke to the wolf
and clouds obscured the moon

the wind blew out the lamp
and the wolf responded
not by bark nor howl
but redlines the illuminated it's face

one horizontal red line
One diagonal like a crazy lazer

(Hold the idea close to your cheek, winter chill and confusion your only stimuli)

Your success perception

Success is not some pretty snake
winding through the grass
but if you chase it too hard and you try to charge
it may bite you deep

venom acidic and hallucinogenic
arsenic swerving

Success is not a bunch of notes
or a perfect voice
floating up out of that throat
or a bunch of meat and beer on a table
Or a million lil skills that you are able

Whats the deal with success
it could make a dent in your pesky
losing streak
The real success head facing you
winking at you

success is just a ship to other lands
you on the beach quick sand lad
success in your mind a trend
a snap, a whizz, a fling, a fizz
A phase, a spin
How can you spread it like butter

In your life
What kind of dish did you order
Do you want to send back for the waiter
champagne instead of that holy water
instead of getting fame, you turned up too late

Aggression rules you

Your aggression eats you up
checkout inconvenient
mouth ready to form a machine gun
finger forms into pointing object

Riled up
Your irritation clouds the day
lightening opens up from within
shoots out rage exaggerated

silence after
awkward looks
self acclaimed idiot
unwilling to control temper

Bursts out of himself
a shouting voice
growing in volume
a ruined day

sad faces return home
each holding half a kilo
of freshly harvested fear
not bad for a morning out

Abandoning the future

The bottle of beer missed his ear from an angle
shouting desperate with hot aimless rage
the beast in this man had manifested
taken control

A father is a foundation
yet when an abuser is a degradation
Burning the image of
The future child who smiles
A child who lives to climb and battle

The hopeless man, fate's very pilgrim
lost in his vices, no time for his children
Putting his pleasure's first like a simple dog
waiting for those well structured funeral fire logs

For mothers who let them off the hook
and fathers who forsake and run like crooks

Like the rabies infested hound
put them to sleep, have them drowned
A plague upon your living grounds
like the local dwelling demon hidden malice
ease them into death well, don't refuse them
let them die with their addictions merciful and quick

For on this sacred earth the children of tomorrow long for a balance
Our humanity so fickle with choices, so sweet and so callous

Lack of care for the truth

You the conspiracy theorist
The right wing loner, the left wing outragist
You destroy the world in such a delightful way
I'd rather see you shifting rocks in a quarry

You want to push lies and throw mud on our systems
You tell us about Rothchilds, Bushes and kissingers
While the truth trips you up you stray hippie
Forget David Icke come to grips

Put your head in science and reason
don't be the believer in the rumour of the season
The bigger the lie the more you deny the nature of your treason
A stitch in your lips, bullet in your quip, a live grenade in your legion

Sorry but I checked the facts, and there wasn't a shred of proof
Naiivety is a lack of knowledge, an excess of impulse and youth
Don't announce every idea for which you fight nail and tooth
For your gullible mind has no fact checker or care for the truth 

The 9 to 5 eats dreams

Routine warm jelly
everyday the slurry slithers
The weirdest events never manifest
Common reality sucks you in

You want to get out of your norms
transfer these days into storms
lightening hitting your decisions
half burnt consequences

Not one bolt will fall
You got a day each one the same
24 hours each brick in the wall
It's a constant patience game

don't let it suffocate you
Cut another dream
to feed the routine
to clean your eyes on a fresh screen

Mondayitis

The mondayitis wore off
and I've got a billion cups of felicity
the power of turning fate and earning smiles
pruning negativity

The sunshine warms us and pats us on the back
exercise waits for us
The day's task look up like hopeful puppies
Work waits to be devoured like a chocolate cake

Planes over head
cars infront
A race is on in your soul
A motor is your heart

Movement enticing
walking and gesticulating
announcing and selling
enlisting and recruting

Into the sunset behind the neglected hills
skyscrapers grin before darkness
knowing their inner lights won't turn out
until midnight.

sacred hours

each moment is slowly being pulled away

scene by scene

the sin is to not see it all go by

jsut flow on past you

like a soul leaving a body

time is steam and you are boiling

This earth, no this clock, this hand

winding round and round

growing and blooming like afternoon into sunset

then wilting and rotting like darkness

each minute a bee searching for a flower

each second pollen falling

Rush doesn't save you time

hurrying through it like heavy rain

idleness doesn't cure you either

procrastination a tranquilizer

Sand just seeping out of your closed fist

looking back at the day at the day to the hours you missed.

Life itself tick tocking, time sacred time

give me a special hour extra

50 dead- Post a slogan

To My New Zealandness.
A piece of you broke off and festered
deciding not to talk to the rest of you
Becoming bitter and hardened through

Still celebrating the dead heroes of past wars
Bathing in the bagpiped nostalgia, hate looking
The predictable flavor of the anzac cookie
pride taste lingering in the mouth

Lest we forget you say
But you weren't even there on the day

So gone from the notion of love
the notion of intolerance left unsaid and tame
Terror became the whole aim to the cricket game
and 50 immigrant Islamic new Zealanders died today

Killed for encroaching on an intolerance
that has grown muscles in the darkness from the worst
Sound bite prejudice rattling through the commoners
No none of you pulled the trigger that way

Lest we forget you say
But you weren't there on the day

And when they bought in the devil
to do the handy work of evil
Silence was your answer quite glum
Yet their bigotry still hummed

Hummed up in the hills and in the minds of children
through the mouths of haters and the little buildings
to the sports fields and supermarket checkouts
But just deny that humm now butter wouldn't melt

Until the next massacre war jaw growls
opens teeth nashing, breath purely foul

Shark results

Somewhere in the dim waters lurks a beast
That can smell a deal from a mile away
That glides through the darkness carefree
with a mouth to cut down anybodies arguement

A vicious committment to the catch
not waves, fins or tentacles can stop it's teeth
Hitting the opportunity with a tonne of fierce
Razor sharp tearing it all up

Focused on just one point
and when it is eaten the next
and the next
a lone shadow of the ocean

Eagle future

It is not so much a bird as a soothsayer
A grim reaper with a long range stare
forging paths through the air
All predator cloud lover
the winds brother

All danger and feathers
all kinds of hellish weather
All prey and earth bound food
Devoured beak and claw crude
The Creature of the horizon all things new

The eye of the future
The master of mountains
That transformational creature
Above our world above frowning rains
where the highest mist descends to crown him

Cat relationship

The soft warmth so precious to keep
The litter comes first
Recognize the beauty of people
the cat strings purse

Sweetness and hamony heaven sent
The cat looks after the team
compassion, heartful moments
Lovely words and deeds it seems

Fluffy cat team leader to weather
bringing all the people together
Every lick of social pleasures

Wolf follow

You were born to follow the rules
to fit in and accept the way it is
to follow the pack
identify with the group

You have teeth
but no independence
furr and good ears
but no identity

The only thing exists is the pack
out for blood
and under their alpha
pack instinct

The diligent wolf
hunting by the lore of his hyde

Go to the Jungle, you criminal

Angel water, flower bloom
Insects feast on that tangy nectar all afternoon
The winds calm down to knot tying the air to the water
A spider climbs up a reed thwarted
with envy in it's legs as the other spider rapidly runs
across the surface gracefully one with it

The Emperors stick flowering from out of the jungles dark corner
A piece of your face through those fronds looming as the hornet
through that flower, pink and inquisitive and boisterous
The humming bird moving to our voices
vanishing back into the jungle

Sacred bath cleansing every nerve stretched and stressed
It's not just gravity that keeps us down in the progress
This water from the jungle, let it bless you completely
Spare you, your thousand vices and false truths you see
Let each drop turn you around and take it's toll
No matter how corrupt your own soul!

A pat on the back

Behaviour to give you
A person to practice to be my friend
Where am I going with this?

Embrace nature leave work at work
Look at this grueling monster called conflict
bless him like a god

Your grin twirling as the sly cat folds into each routine
proving us wrong
and we too scared to wring it's neck
under god's guidance

Wood and clay and metal to lay
Let's work with Love
We all get what want in a clandestine cinammon way
\It's just a conversation with consequence

Oh did that son of a bitch trip you up again
 make you the clown
under God's guidance

The mangager's advice
is carve those little squares with your own numbers
then toss that silly dice

That old stuff addiction

Sweat runs down the side of the accumulator boredom tweaker
boxes full of the last decades build up, you your nest and your beak
Poor soul all choked up with all his own stuff and memories to seek
He is a keeper so to speak, keepsake collecting freak

Letting it all go to the fire may well break his heart
And that somehow he needs a spade to dig into the dark
into the uncertain fututre for any treasure he wants to hold on to
but the mess comforts him like a mother's hand on his shoulder

Why can't he just separate himself from his baggage
and the metaphor curdles into reality like stale milk at first
then like thick ropes spreading across his chest and his shoulders
and tears and stubborness choke him up weighing boulders

The fear of letting go outliving the fear of claustrophobia
as each year the overfilled shelves fatten and encroach greedily
Letting the past go, maybe not today, as the way you know the world
is your only way of coping with the current reality of your life

I'm not qualified to judge as dust becomes your master
I'm not your teacher or better mentor of grace so much faster
yeah you are going to feel it in your skin and your heart
the words "let it go" hear them for a start

Get the broom, soap, cloth and gloves
And when space becomes your love
maybe you can get closer to the stars
thank me for my motivational pun
and each rhyme you underlined for fun
Don't print it and hoard it I pray

Give it to someone who was like you yesterday
or better still just give it all away.

Your inside world

You don't have all the time in the world to heal
Yet cuts and bruises come when you dare to feel
No magic can erase stained pages of your story
No one can remind you of the once won glories

And those stains dark and hardened formed habits
Each drama you watch reveling in the sad bits
The path you take may just be extension of your pain
You took on guilt and trade effectively in blame

The empty stale length of a dead heart vein
Will you fill it back up with live blood with eyes that can see?
And be new life freeing yourself from this created zombie
Will you be able to add some solid faith and believe?

Do you need to heal sometime this year?
Is your mind not really able to hear
that your heart gathered mould
and got a few degrees colder

That some negative thought came in with guns
to dictate your inside world when it was overrun
and determine your external reality
create a few self destructive fallacies

Grow a garden of goodness in your inside world
cull the pests and pull the weeds
Lighten your heart and wash off the mould
plant a few love and lively seeds

The corner street brick

That part of the road and sidewalk untended
Where weeds and the windblown trash ends up
And where the young go astray
the night invites them out

And they become like the tarr on the road
melting as summer sweeps it's long tail once more
separating from the road
and licks at the bluish worn stones

People peer through the glass
looking down toward the rugged ragged brick
to where the paranoid boys scurry
The junk they transport scattered against their wall

So chipped and bleached and cracked
embedded into the unplastered wall
addicted to the toxic graffiti that tags it up
Slowly becoming a piece of the dead street

Gratitude

All I have left is my body
when I think of the things
that don't make up the illusion
deathbed insights

I have this thanks
I have this gratitude
shining out my house
like mirrors reflecting the sun

Here I am open hand
open heart
thanks is what's left
so if I must go, you'll know

I want to thank you a million times
each one shining a blinding ray of love
each one to heal you
You owe me nothing

So take this love like the river water
Take this love like the summer rain
Take my intention
And forget everything else

Take what is real, do not be illuded
Show what you gained until this day
gratitude

Father they cut God off

Your reflection rose
your glorious smile
Your true lust for life caught
shining through the water

through your skin
through the bricks of the state house
and across the stony tarmac thick and thin
But they showed you, you couldn't have God

Them up in that crazy dogma
That strange hypocrisy between religious cogs
They told you you couldn't have that true love
and gave you a false one through nothingness

Just a kid and the world showed it's teeth
so early, never spiritually free
none of your fire was allowed to flourish
cut down and hushed

God took on the form of a troll
A falsehood, an evil, a machine to control
A perversion, a convenient lord of the flys
But he is none of their lies

He is your birth
Your greatest joy
Your bitterest hurt
Your greatest ambition
Your life mission

Every emotion you ever felt
He's in your tears
your laughter
He's not their words or scripture father
he's not their rules or abuse, Dad
He's not their conspiracies.

Mere awareness is what he is
the feeling of existance
Plain love is all he is
He is not their structures
Not church nor dogma

I can understand you lashing out
They cut god out of you no doubt
without an ounce of compassion
No evidence of punishment for their infraction

So how did you become my hero?
Where does God hide around you now
if banned from your heart
Over my youth a thousand frustrations

each one ripped apart by a moment of your caring
each one sent out and a new calm, a lost fear
Father you helped to save me from hell at school
From the way they made me feel like a useless fool

Their doctrines just knives to cut us up, just tools
they were just tools, Dad.

Irony hits us so extremely
for out of all the people on this strange rock
you are the one that holds the face of god to me
And values that keep me vital to this day

So when I look up, do I thank him or you?
For who should I give all of this gratitude?
And How do I still feel worthy of the privilege

So much inside yourself

You communicate with me
through yourself no less, you don't really see
my face and my gestures flicker, as we falsely agree
and your misplaced curiosity increases

You hear my words
as your own, never having heard
never knowing my intentions first
like the ghost radio announcer of the worst

When you speak to me, your reflections dissecting
telling me in detail about my unseen defects
each detail so crucial to your interpretation
though I don't see me in your illustration

Let me say my ideas of you were foreign
the connection was contaminated and barren
by personal interpretation and desires to feed on
where lost wishes and unrequited needs shone from

A dirty tear fell from my face that's true
not because I could understand you
but because I saw the semblence of my own blindness
Tell me who will heal our eyes if we never do?

I try to describe your life, attitudes and station
but I express it all through my limitations
and all you understood is the color of my mere opinion
We trade guesses and layers of our own onions at best
and blissfully keep playing together, me monopoly- you chess

Misunderstanding each other to the beat of the universe
Creating false images of each other's intentions first
and being satisfied enough with our projections
Because real connection might mean a piece of me hurts

Conspiracy fetish

Oh how you like to make the world seem helpless
that you are nothing more than a number plate
predestined to an unfortunate fate

And all engineered by some directors
enthusiastic capitalists rigging elections
brewing ignorance into the working class
That captains of industries are our masters

You believe these things to make yourself look needier
your beloved conspiracy fetish gets thrown across social media
Tell us we don´t control our own destinies
that everything´s controlled by a strong westerly

And where has it gotten you
Believing life should be easy through
Ignore your personal growth and health
The only powerful person holding you back is yourself!

Evacuation of school memories

Education is a life time endeavour
City building stuffed with a life time of memory
The old history teacher stuffed with new parts
and reprogrammed

The brain is a high rise
straight out of the spine
Now water pours down
through each level

We must escape
and obtain permission
feeling as frauds tickets stamped
moustache damp

friendship is a pizza
and needs to be reheated
as we get to the foyer
superficial concern as we evaculate

I, of steel

Wet steel
Humming into rust
Moving in hands
Pumping in glands

Machine beats
screams for purpose
A closer connection to our veins
our radioactive ambition

It lusts to know how we taste the world
each metal, each salt, each stone
The robot dreams itself into a droid
manifests itself into a cyborg

It's wish comes true
And you in flesh are a simply a genie
sand and rain ageing your skin
While it continues polished and upright

What has stormed out from the human soul
to adopt the very elements of the world
with closed fists of steel
smash farewell
forever

The hard road enigma

The hard road devours illusions
Quality rough and causes bruises
Do it yourself slap in the face
never a smooth river cruise

The earless concrete doesn't hear you
And new age ghosts are censored
The hard walls remind you
wounds and traumas teachers, uncured

Silence when you need a word
Just one to relieve the dark empty
noise when your head is swollen
Quiet is gone crashing your senses

The hard road hits your knees
when you spill out exhausted
cut and bruised the air teases
your energy extorted
reality seems a disease

Yet you amble foward a lost vulture on a leash
Make it to the peak gnashing your teeth

Hello Forest

Saw you on the path to adventure
Bless you trying to get it out of your system
before death

Where is your helmet?
They want to give out free samples
orange stain

When you get into old age
like fringe cat wrinkled holding a cane
Like a faith frog leaping
Somewhere between your heart
and brain

Saw you holding cup half empty ambition
spade still caked in sticky clay
no decisions
Help you on your way
handout tatooed to your heart

But between the trees I found a place to be
and there is a place in the forest for thee
just as green and full of fruit
That will polish your car and iron your suit

Sweet adventure legs of ambition
goodbye to risk aversion
hello forest

Bay monster's appetite

Dusk simmers and comes in like a hymn
like a long final sigh, like the tide in fact
it surrounds the wharf's great church a shadow trap
rising sea imitating the darkening skies
afternoon cloud to obscure the rumour once believed a lie

something from within the depths of the bay stirs a sailor's frown
unnatural deep ripples and waves hit the oyster coated walls of the town
A large moving shadow glides through the water toward the tidal blocks
shrinking to the size of a man and appearing as such on their rocks

As natural as a tourist the figure made it's way into the warm alley
to mingle with the travellers and vagabonds his hunger swelling
during the bright days remaining in his deep sea dwelling
shapeshifting and ancient a collusus under the waves
on land just a simple man, never ending craving

Paraty 33

Lumps and rocks and rolls with streets the tide fills
Old buildings creak and budge within the close quarters of each other
Sharing rooves and walls generously
The dark wooden floor boards release an odor of antiques
decades and centuries buried into the brickwork

Rain rushes into the stony village to tax it's dust and dirt
with it's own rivers

Each long street a line toward the townships hopes for tomorrow
As the temperature reaches thirty three degrees
And the blue and white sweat endlessly

The invisible house ghost

See through houses transparent walls
unable to see a boundary on where eyesight may fall
as if a boundary was evil, looking out of a cage bloodshot
worthy of a well crafted blasphemy boycott

Yet evil can dress as light as good for any midday meal time
Hiding in plain sight like a human eating snake in the vines
instinct may protect you from invisible rough suffering
a drop of divinity keeping your eyes just open enough
to avoid the unseen fangs

Push the evil into a ball cast it on earth like steel
fly it around this transparent house
and elect me to destroy it, when it was made to destroy me
What will be left of me when I am done with it?
Will I drink limbo and settle in a deep trench
or develop unnatural thirsts impossible to quench

How do you kill a venemous ghost
Or exorcise a demon without killing the host
Accept the house for it's flaws
Well wish the ill crafted windows and doors
and put your faith into each glass floor

God's green thumb (Rodrigo the farmer in Paraty mirim)

The chimp cried to our arrival
old ways die hard and the past's many faces exchange looks
I put away the hammer and adjust the staff
For eden is a million places on earth overlooked by city light
Rodrigo tended the great gardens

Abundance runs a good many miles in my heart
And to see the good deeds of this penniless son
humbled me and blunted my sharp concrete nerves
I the witness, here with this blacksmith of the land
Not a cent to his name

A creater amongst the brackish water and mangroves
Living through the storms the way savages would
The noblest part of our spirit lost by our ignorance of nature
life creates life
giving up all for the ultimate freedom, living again
cleaned by the seasons and nourished by the harvests
Tax me these words for your offering

Elio and the sky smile

Magic under the eye
The morning semi dry abandoned by the moisture
On palm road his niece granted us permission
Jackfruits rock and cassava crowds the weeds

Yet on the road down, the mysterious cold wind touched us impossibly
amidst the tropical heat
and the world was silent
we passed a point

Whatever blessing misunderstood
a man appeared from his house and guided us
Through his farm between the trees
Bananas jutting up accompanied by okra and chilli peppers

Heaven is in the soil
corn and sugar cane soaking up the sun
I half amazed, amused in my tranquil existance
Generous was the land as was Elio
sky for a smile he bid us goodbye
Elio Nascimento tax me these words for your offering