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