A stable future

 The futures a block
Positioned in a way 
Unvacatable
all encompassing

the poor climb to the top 
The rich pour oil down the sides
So most of those grins are frown
By the time they refind the ground


Some may contentedly pick up the can
and spray something appalling across
The concrete sprawl

you want a place far from slums and sticks
In one of those hollow deocrated bricks
just try not to fall

Sacrosanct affair

 Blazé in the hot coach
sunglasses at night
Nonchalent
Top of her legs

Sultry smile kicking out wide
Rumors turn the gears
make them lock into place
reputations in flames

Lights and appeal
beat bouncing bodies
cameras working overtime
a few autographs blown kisses

Look on you want to be a part
The brand you bought set you back a few months
Yet noone sees you there in the crowd
surrounded by a similar species

Restless shoulders
anxious knees
bitten back finger nails
a thing for celebrities

She´s up there smoking from the hot coach
punching in a tag for climate change

sun glasses at night
All blazé ankles bare

The steel barriers keep you back
out of the way
fenced in, the spectacle is pasture
you lovely sheep

Music starts and that body moves
you are forced to imitate
Memorized a few dance moves
just in case this moment arrived

The one you are in all alone
Unnoticed and elegantly invisible
what is hot goes on screen
in an emoji shower

You just help to pour
As you pine a heart cooling woeful vibe
Invisible on the hall of fame little pavement
recording every moment

attempt on a holy man

 He sits calmly knife to his throat
Not a savior in sight
The knife still doesn´t cut
Smile reappears

Life untouchable
Faith and that light
the sustenance
Safe home

The assailant jumps back
Lightening bears down on a nearby trunk
fire appears as if to be company
sunshine still across the smile

Knife on the ground
pointless quest

Interior Decorating

 Jealousy stretches 
friends can be friends
predictable game
stupid etiquette

Your face is a carpet

looking up at the chandelier
Quite envious woolly stare 

Rivalry appears
competent monster
competition and loss
I leave it dry

But you´ve drowned
ghost mocks me
As I cry feng shui
Copy my funeral repeat the eulogy

Each revolution of laughter
A great taunt
Feeling is a mistake
an empty island

Do you want me to be
An empty island
The one you all live on

Gave yourself permission
To chew during the advertising
To clap at the parade

In unison, a choregraphy
simply wallpaper
Stretching and reflecting
the other side of the corridor

 

Father shins

 Hi father from beyond
skin falling from shins
sun shining in eventful 
Work a day less

Let the cliche vex me

For when my hair falls and greys
I can no longer see the way
hand of god to slap me down

Journeys across the sea
smiles and exchange
our bodies sick
Just a few hours longer

Walking with your weak heart
next to the river, next to the flow
Kidneys not cleaning it
action in a short life

a rushed one
One day less of work
empty hands
What urges you out of bed father

I can still see you
Curtains open sun shinging in
your innocence is a fine dust
gold when we collect it

Your mistakes clumsy
Not so premeditated
So no sickness within
Just a little flaky on the skin of it

You said whatever it takes
we share grins
what part of you am I
Do I build it all up
or knock it down

The lakes of the future father
blue and green feeding our human race
What am I inside of them
With the big hand of god
swatting at our petrie dish

Still here in this rugged world
somewhere in the aura
present with us
tragedy or miracle

Eternal Vagrant whirl

This skeleton in a coat, pants and folly 
Disheveled near the entry to the alley

The stench keeping him on the fringe
Or he would delve straight in

The nightmare of the morning
Grinning up at him rawly
He wanted it out of his mind
Time unnecessarily unkind

store bought people
announced their disapproval
amelioration of hostility
Like a destructive worm in the gut

He hobbled to the gutter picked up a half smoked
Cracked lips rolled around it lungs inflate
Phospherous sparked
An ember distributed smoke

Shop clerks all gestured vomitting as if in trance
He took off upon an irregular dance
haunting their uneventful days
with a certain homeless grace

Cut ties with the devil his friendship ruptured
He himself the laughing quarter tar blackened
So the devil might just claim he discarded him first
If it were not for the dance and the grin

That wicked jealousy cut devil from within
None so sensitive to rejection as him
As if his new girl had skipped town
to exact a crack in infernal crown

Him the very butt he was smoking
The butt of certain mocking jokes
The dressed up somatic assembly
had somehow concocted

Hell had lost it´s paperwork
As he seemed to collapse standing
eclipsing the shadows of the street signs
stray animals losing their minds

His senses will take a few more months to return
Like lost children to a broken home half burned
A loophole in the contract of existance
Still ambling covetous hand grasped a napkin

A spectrum of feelings and thoughts
All stained with pavement filth
That no single napkin may launder
In small letters between the finger stains
was his vengence written in his own pain

Causing the sun to fall faster over the horizon
And the motors of darkness to rev
Skeleton of a man dusk dripping from his cries on
deaf bustling traffic never to give
ears to vagrant
eternal or not 

Kinetic retrogression

 Gave me the ability to push you with invisible energy
Power swelled and swelled
I could feel it like a river through arms
Besting the guardians

To ancient forest track
where life itself started
Just dry enough during the day for fire
Just wet enough to hydrate life

Life and death 
awake from dream
Unconscious in it
A micro resurrection

Primitive and hostile
survival the string of time
the animal in us
exists

Gave me the ability to kill with sticks and stones
The club felt so natural in hand
I could feel it as if a tree was part of me
Besting the meeker tribes

If i had a thousand minds

 The reality of growing
Youth settles and the hype dies down
splash in the pool
ripples calm

Let my hormones form me
Skin surround me position me into existance
Sweated madly through my troubled teens
windows of my life condensation coated by steam

Stand infront of a new decade
the energy coursing and arguing with age
what could a thousand lives mean to me
Would each one be precious

Recycle my soul
But would I be the sacred center of each existance
Or just the fucking batteries
would it be remarkable

The reality of living
The blocks people like to lay down
To form the shapes that give content and identity
Sparkling form

Let my organs power me on for a few more decades
cleaning and sustaining me through all I consume
Powering me forward despite absurd nostalgia
Giving me butterflies if by faith triumph is struck

by me, and recycle my soul
Make me the center of each existence
all being all feeling all knowing
Staring through the world through a few thousand eyes

I think I´ll reflect deeply on that
inside a thousand good minds

God came

 God just goes and grabs it
Fangs and tusks whims and wants
He catapaults out of the supernova
still on fire rolling and rolling 

Life crashes into the planet
His eye all over it
Swarming and breathing all through it
Volcano and meteor

God went and aquired it
Breathing down our neck
Build it bigger send us quicker
Crashing a mile high tsunami

The sound of an orchestra
destroying a chain of mountains
then pushing them back up
God grabbed a hold of it
Laughed for some millenia

He went red green and blue
He tipped the moon
tugged on the sun
kicked out some anomalies
and grabbed a few to chew for a century or two

He grabbed the bottom of the sea
He smashed up the rocky bottom
critters came on command
To hide in the darkness
Far from the sun far from the sun

He grabbed extinction
Drank it down quick
intoxicated he coated this fair world in ice
And monstrous beasts

He grabbed it all
some where before the womb
He whispered it in a joke
I think I became a nail fresh from the furnace
Finding my shape so that I might laugh
God grab this laughter
This life in
grab this laughter father

OH Martyr oh soldier

 The soldier slave to his emotions
edging toward a disequilibrium
His last kill still up to tricks
taunting and spinning through slumber

Dreams and pride fight
Trauma wins 
You opt to take it out 
on those around

Slave to your fears
bullet somewhere down the path
seducing a rib in a fire fight
piercing a vital organ

Slave to the matryrdom
Nothing to give the next generation
But the feeling of loss and pride
Wonderful honour

Dead

Heaven

 Stunning victory of a face
eyes mirror a sensitive suavity
Charm in the walk intrigue about an ounce
giving herself to the room

Gestures send a surge of flavor
to the empty mouth
Voice seems edible
to hungry ears


That politeness

causes friction in the center of me

A storm is conjured 

invisible



Stunning victory in each eye
The ambitious lips shaped the way dream should
The elegance of her gesture
The cool fire that heats the food of comprehension

That flow
Woman knows
To slide through social rocks in grace
giving herself to the human race

An arrow in time

Vigorous dimension
Logical and abstract creation
Decisive spark inside a new life
Our patient hearts long for more

Stirring something to live so lively
for the first time
To exist from zero in us
To some millionth milestone

Prosperous
Surfing that singularity

Energetic
Collecting his own mistakes
and squeezing them for fuel

Engaged to the galaxy
To be a nothing
To be an everything
to shape the earth
and be shaped by it

attentive to his own limits
and the short spaces where none exist

A piece from the packet

 divide this land
A piece here and there
A tank an artillery piece
Setting them up dedicated child

Bring the bucket

Create a reality
Let the smirk chaff the court
Walk serenely into the war room
Carrying the pieces

The enthusiasm of the child´s face
As a few of those pieces are put on the board
Ramifications whispered by the wilted remains
of wraith admiral

Paces infront of the table
grin almost tumbles
yet lights up again
some hidden furnace

Teeth beared as he beams
trotting awkwardly across the schoolyard
Toy soldiers well packed
curious peers pangs of envy in their guts

Keep up with the trott as the child chooses a patch of grass
They kneel down in unison such a ritual just to shock the hdden observers
As if planned perfectly and executed a thousand times
Now the boy´s grin is on all of their faces

consuming their cheeks and eyes
A piece is drawn from the packet
Hands meet in a slow silent clap
that forms a prayer

Beyond forebearance

 The ungod´s prevail
The void of me
My unique power
2 decades of the twin towers

Iron Iron give this throne to me
Moon Moon relent
So that I the UNGOD
Can be given this deep power

The grace of these walls
The sun and growth of my birth time
Chasing the lizard toward the lake
Give me all that I desire

Iron Iron
Recognize my loyalty

Let my order be real
Let my code live and breathe

The whole of this UNGOD that I have become
Chasing lizards and phantoms into the lake
Moving the brood inland
Setting the shores on fire
Ambush fire

The grace of the divine
Let life surge suddenly and aggressively
Let it pour out and improve us
Throw down that crown
That noone seems to be wearing

I don´t need the whole ceremony
Just the spiritual impetus

Serpent´s eye

 Light green fronds dip
Pale as poison ponds that sit
willing you bathe in, unwilling to see
The large serpent from within it

moist and cunning
Seductive and funneling
From somewhere deep evil seeps
scales and masks fall only in sleep

The atrocious plot to kill
Written carefully into it´s pupil
Opening like a full moon on fire
through a bleeding night sky

Falling down stairs
Known as betrayal
The serpent´s eye
The last step´s upward sticking nail

The sun blinked

 Arrogant southern garden
Your customs are so great
Let me offer you a gesture of my amazement
broad lawns of healthy shiny ankle cut grass

Gaucho sun reflecting it 
Like some generous future
Handed down by an abundance loving god
The tall fruit trees and wondrous pepper groves

According to the son and the sun
This emerald setting is paradise forever
Ailments subside here
Fear and cowardice dissapate here

Fertility of the land sets us free
we hold hands with the wind
That never attempts to be
Much more than a pleasant summer breeze

According to exuberant youth
All other destinations are poor in contrast
His voice finished like an epic film ending
Sun blinked to underscore his last words

Wendigo wood

 He got lost in the shadow
somewhere ouside of the ghost town
reaching for civilization
As the camp was disturbed
as the forest came alive
He wanted to save himself from the alien screech
something out there well inside the canopy of the forest

Phonebox up ahead on glass fatty stain
All visible through the yellow street lamp
Bursting through it just to see
No reciever on the end of the cord
looking back toward the woodland hill
Something sways close to the trees
On this shocking windless night
Perhaps a chenoo

Legs get up horse like, the instinct to run visceral
Those echoing footfalls racing around his awareness
Houses darkened windows front doors missing
Nothing lives here
Lopsided Kewok has all night to find him
Lost in itself like an abandoned dog
Frost energizes the creature

Leaving the empty village
Fear so vivid he could taste it on his tongue
Every muscle pulsating to encourage his legs to run
Peripheral vision on high alert
wild and abandoned land
breathing him in

The panicked man searched for an exit
an ounce of relief at getting onto a wider road
sprinting along that main road 
At some point he hoped would link up to a highway
The further he ran the narrower the road got
As undergrowth from the forest had consumed it

The fight in him crushed by fear and panic
As things stirred in the forested margins
that were slowly huddling into the road
Again that alien screech abrupted his thoughts
A few miles behind
 

A new human

 A new human
one to walk the earth with us
To witness this world
manifest itelf somehow

Learn to play
To tinker to say a first word
to dream
To create to deem not unto the herd

To grow a body and mind
To plainly be
inevitably compete
To land on stable feet

To be more than the past
by eons outlast
vigor and value
in most living tasks

To grow the self unique
from one´s own mind speak
Recover from mistake
as to become a risk taker

Escaping the mess

 We couldn´t find him anywhere
he´d just taken a trip out of the universe
Nowhere to be seen
No control in this village world

The youngest crawled under the house

Not a trace of this boy
My own brother
gone for all we knew
vanished from our sight

Noble forest edge
A slight panic in the air
He wasn´t out here
He was underneath

The youngster had crawled under the house

Probably to escape the unvarying chatter
arguements that would thud and splutter
Though this unnecessary ruckus that would easily repeat
when his own ball and chain recreated it

Black monday

 From off the office tower all hope sick and swollen
News blared the economy has fallen
A trader from the twentieth sacked
down to the stone plaque

A wall street auderve once a crack
hoping for the curvacious tongue of destiny
The crash creeped up on our sanity
Trillions lost so are we

Frowns rule the pavement
Umbrellas and financial arraignments
The forecast is for freefall
disbelief pandemic as faces become appalled

what did they fail to calculate
Hubris not evident in the debris
Red points the devilish negative growth tree
Urging cocaine addict traders to set themselves free 

You' ll never see a cent of it
Never see the sense of it
Forming the grim beginning in a species of mind rot
Inside of a uniquely farfetched conspiracy plot

 

Dissolution

 Division
Words and violence
separation
Your parents apartment

Chinese food
Lost parapet
modern jump
grey city below

career gone with it
grief a delightful legacy

The delight in winara's face
steal cold gates keep out
her decision of a life
banned from that slice of society

A single mother matyrdom sphere
The blame narrative
suitable emptiness
Echo of masses approve condemnation

A shared effort toward the ethereal furnace
Career gone with it
a delightful legacy

New love an alcoholic nightmare
new violence
A great premise to hate men

children emulate a man with no identity
His broken chapters become theirs

Building a temple of self hatred
with the help of a dozen tragic relationships
Half hiding themselves
then exposing it all too much

the masses approve of condemnation 

Fertilization

 got a mission for you
Somewhere beyond the satisfied moon
Heedless but for the tides and orbits round and round

Got a few stars I need to surround
cast out nets make it my source
racing constellation of the horse

To find the ingredients to juice it all up
discover future existance
Take a swig light years from this dull era
Smoke the sun in one drag
Those distant stars in a bag

I´ve got a mission for you as we hurtle
Come hijack the outer circle
Galaxy familiar as your face

collision or explosion give me a taste
Fire painfully temporary

The heat a cosmic relief
Not a creation of fabula
the womb sent
Sparks beyond the nebula
The stingray spirit attempts 
Engulf us with life we entreat

Engulf us with life, mission complete

Indeath indebted

 Shake you alive again
death may not have you
bring you back ecstatic
a hook thrown into the abyss
your new abide somewhere in the oblivion

Don´t ask me how I got you out
Melted some ice and got greys climbing out of the void
Day and night with a purpose 
To take you back with some alien lasso
The enigmatic blade cut through

shake you out of the grave
Death must take a break for the caress
Throw a few years together great up god
send them down here for this
We´ll clean your realm later
if eternity suits you

The trickle

 trickles down like a welcome
tastes like hot iron
kicks up a fuss on the lift
sucks electricity during sex

My heart beats hard at each of them
declaring I´m chosen
Fingers curl into a storm of fists
through the broken

The trickle goes up and down me
a billion servants
all working to increase the hunger
Once again to stalk

Back to the euphoria of victory
sending oxygen into my brain
clearing my vision
The world a faun my teeth transform

My heart calms a tick
Sucking up the fear and darkness
hind legs propel predator and prey
the forest air will soon taste the stench of a carcass

The trickle of scent pours off it in steam to the cold
Drool trickles like treacle a strange sweetness
Claw and tooth approved by heaven
Destination Jugular 

Inside the frame

 The child artist
Not some introvert savant
But a young socialite in the making
Yet refusing to learn the boundries between stature

Not interested in the finer subtleties of elite living
Sponsors and clients shake it off as a quirk
A sophisticated mind like that
Mingling with the rabble

The child artist 
Collaborating in the trendy group
Busy with the most world changing glints
agreeing with each other in attempts of forming a hive mind

Snobby buyers poking noses into stained and flecked windows
Eyes light up like a new father at the birth
smearing the beige cream on sponge ego
Vacuum dry piece of bread

A canvas that screams to have the paint scraped off it

Shadow paradox

Shaded eyes peer out sinister and beautiful
Her straight glare a storm darkening further
into an unwilling night

As if the blackness were too potent
stirring the sky
hungry vortex 

Her sight colors the room
Colors my sleep
invisible huntress

creeping into existance
The language of her spell
blurring our reality

Orphic lined forehead beguiles me
The language of existance, the language of black fire
Mocking the tight idea of an assembly line life

Day announces evil may live in the light
Thus summon unlit goodness from shadowed cage
Her incendiary stare observes a new age

 

Disneyland closed

 Billy goat hop in the centre
leading the imperious ceremony parade
Wales this time of year not so dreary grey
Soldiers march you down the road

The tiny public fascinated so caught
Quite possibly a few million mascots
All the way from tear stained Balmoral
Bleating along the funeral procession

Horns and all side bellies protruding
through the security grades
The goat trotting at a pace 
To keep up with soldiers legs

The thumb button gets devastated
On screen an emoji river upwardly falls
limited reactions from halls and halls
of herdlike admiration

trotting at pace a few million mascots
Wales this time of year is idyllic
Geriatric rule the orthodox mediocrity insistance
juicing tradition and sneering at modern divergence

Retirement homes in uproar
old sheep more crystalized than a moist royal cave
The commonwealth grumbles as a generation fades
bleating a fuss in deed god save god save

Machine gun train

 Hand wraps around the handle
Routine like family room behavior
finger wraps around trigger
And a dozen wait for the train to arrive

cut in half like fish upon a board
Inside the wagon no longer flapping
The eyes adjust to the scene of death
Family room like acceptance

The gun bumps and bursts
Toward the men in pursuit
A few of them inevitably
Catch a bullet

One into the shoulder
The other through a lung
grin bursts ring until the hot magazine is clean
The smoking chamber aching to light up

Run through the locomotive
as killing sprees become as conventional as transport
 Society couldn´t digest food without them
 

Eons from my mind

 This space blue green
warm amoeba of a room
No finished thoughts to preen
No life conclusion to further groom

My faceless and formless dreams
My plight for a creative boom
Not a bright color have I seen 
Tongue sweeps like a broom

Any flavor that I might glean
From shallow dawn to deep fragrant noon
squeeze a drop hour of it somewhere inbetween
The day a big face poking imposing features loom

I´ll ask my mind opaque to wake and tell me what it really means
cognition a patient snake, bite down and spit it out soon
expecting me also to wait both unmoved and unkeen
Hinting at the dull, foreseen and assumed

Give me freedom to drift in this mind that blooms sublime marine
Weapons of mass destruction to brighten obscenely this gloom
Reignite my imagination plume machine
fertile as the fecund racine womb

break my chains shatter my unseen tomb
My words´ll tickle the earth soon like an eternal routine 

Parvenu Charm

 This Debonair
polished somehow
What a poxy myth
Strings were pulled
Lord of all fetishes

A Debonair chap exhibiting
a wave in the hairline
A brutal jawline
A luxury tunic

A pet project
The obsession of a high class woman
She attempts humour
power in space
space in his heart

pulling the strings of so many others
smile opens, fills and withdrawls a whole account
as if it never existed

The same smile
Shaping a brand
Hiring and firing at a sexual velocity

Lord of all vanity
weaving extensions
on the woven society
Dim posh and snobbish

This debonair
standing aloof polished
the regal wooden interior
Then becoming the theater itself

Charming the all classes 
Like a beehive
Moving wills
toward the hot oven

Toasting them to the right point
and offering them as auderves to those of the matching gentry
that may just afford a chivilrous entry, to capture
to flatter and butter the swank batch, next degree in stature

The Anemone of yesterday´s victory flood

 That big river grey
rushing through the middle of the city
refecting the same color as the cloud above
with a bit of brown almost tinging it all cream

Those rapids little cheats
Tumbling farm animals bleet
flowing down it the unlikely volunteers
of some devilish game

Could I find my own love here in the middle
where the flow is so strong
and the rocks beneath so unstable
 The predatory dog and predatory cat fight into eternity

The wrecked city laughing in hollowish echoing tones
as the flood waters have been and gone taking it´s essence
Letting the plagues and rot find every inch
as we struggle to hug in the middle of this swollen river

The broken walls after the banks now exposed
cracked and greyish brown thus the taint of the water
Dry and crumbly near the bridge half corroded
against a clump of clay debris now solid ....

Sits a giant sea anemone almost a meter high
plump moist and dark red purple
observing as the flood calms
the music of the rushing river dying out....

This water once in clouds grinning over the land
Now shamefully rolling away toward the sea
The dead city the only laughter to be heard
The same color waiting to be reborn