Regions north of life

 My paradise
within the cosmos

deep belief
sense of vastness
This abundance
satisfaction exchange
Color and movement
suave calm euphoria

This huge kingdom reserved for me
Knowledge upon knowledge
layers of consciousness
awakened brilliance

Neanderthal etiquette

 Look at the waste of a man
consolidating in the dark night
bones and muscle twisting around it all
I rise into the bright blue

step out onto the sundried dirt
grin in my hand
scepticism in my heart

An incendiary blaze

Look at this new man
full of vigor in a clear real morning
teeth and tongue anticipating
legs walking

running toward the prey
spear leaves my hand
digs into the neck

if I had missed
hunger'd be my master

Yet I have slain and I will eat

over the bonfire

centuries in the making

Reaching for objects

 I won the new car
life is complete
Now I can work on my gravestone

I won the car
they told me sincerely
clean and hygienic pharmacy

The sun got its kicks
still accelerating the heat
But I won the car so I couldn't care less

The world a pharmacy
each lil punter procuring an opoid
slightly manipulated to their own stubborn painful existance

Though the joy of winning this chance opportunity
to have something in my garage
is like a relief to an empty heart and a simple mind

But the fire in me
doesn't burn for these little novelties
every human please smile and medicate in choreographic perfection

pharmacy nurseries of block building children
mesmerized by a paranoid civilization
reaching for objects

The descent

 looking for a place to make my descent
the very lump of me
needs to roll on down to the valley basin
so I can win my ticket

I keep hugging these curves
in search of an exit downward
every single one boney and steep
Oh my

The very lump of me
searching for the landing
semblence of calm
a mask a bed a jacket

a disguise that doesn't expose me
here on top of the world
rolling around the chaotic maniac on my shoulders
in my skull

The gift

 Go to the bridge over eel creek with care
learn to patiently pray there
the spoken word seems to burn the air
the Air will be patient with you

Regard these words reflection blown
speak them as if they were your own
we humans are not divine
For flesh dulls us like brine

Illusions return and twist our personal realities
The charm of life a delicate dead end
Among the dirt is vital life fighting
the gates of hell were designed by aphrodite


You are not in league with god
So pray to be in a league of your own
Don't spend yourself for illusion's cost
The gates of heaven are guarded by nephastos

Go to that calm meadow beyond your house
absorb the emptiness there
the solitary life will bear
dialogue with god

They tried to convince you otherwise
Don't ignore the rapids of the creek whisper to you
the bold parrots and tuis shrieks of elation
all part of the conversation

Measure that space between the hemi matenga reach
and the windbeaten waikanae beach
the blessed flat land
tranquil and radiant

cool and soothing
Your parents and His father
in spirit perhaps there still sitting
after death with a view of Kapiti

Perched up there keen
tying knots to keep their old routines
God's booming voice at dusk
You on the flat fertile surface

You must speak to god on the bridge
a very mistaken unknown god
not anchored by the religious, atheists or agnostic
labeled and scapegoated by minds when sick

Over the water you can hear it
the bridge between you and god
Pray there once even in an instance
give thanks for wondrous existance

Feel alive and give the simple news
that life is a gift

Hospital corridor

 the underground hospital
was overcrowded
full of projects and patients
a horrible nightmare burst upon us

a medical attendant grew weary
forgot the gloves and alcohol
now a zombie quite unstable
approaching the bed

the deadsmile
hungry
lips turn up
the mouth the mouth all itchy

words shock the patient
as the zombie explains
that this is
his life purpose

getting ready to eat his way through humans
this life blood skull reservoir
this death refreshing decay

does this fiend still have thoughts
as it ambles the corridor famished
looking for another purpose to turn into a corpse

he hears your predictable footsteps
as you administrate the lab

jaws and teeth and fingernails
the pain's intensity

extends time itself, until

you are one of them

Like relics in the rain

 cathedral squares
up to heaven for rain
when it comes down
take the relics back in

collect them up in a panic
get them back into this overgrown church
hurry like fruit market ants
scurry with hands full of care

damaged old wood
grins are frowns as each drop comes down
the older priests appear
out of cold boxes saving them from their fears

The deluge cursed unholy
yet the poor eat
the deluge sent by the devil from your eyes ears and mouths
your little toy like institutions

As you set the relics out for the trashman
you don't even wave him

Honor the slain

 I was a hunter expecting to return
with game over my shoulder

My eyes searched the untamed land
something hungry in me

Why is the hunter expected to have slaughtered
with some romantic lore of honoring the slain 

Permitting you to take the life of another thing
With some perversion of empathy

not connecting with the crucial evil of it all
as it accumulates behind the glands

the passive aggressive surfaces
of your current reality
that wither the spirit
reducing adventure
to empty gesture

I scream for you to tear down the fence
But like cattle continue keeping the grass down
safe from me the hunter

Joseph the animal killer

 how could you come to this farm
and torch the enclosures of animals?
helpless little animals
defiant grin where's the rest of your body Joseph
Oh we missed the rest of the play

The one that became real life
as real life became false amusement
you and those fires
your tortured disciples

Hoarse and crippled they follow you around
to the next shed or pasture
to burn the flesh of it all
When I challenge you
you forget it is but a fiction

YOU ARE THE ANIMAL

like a murderer who rewound his finger off the trigger
and unstabbed that victim draining out the killer vigor
from the very moment of death
Yet we've missed the play again

crowds of the township have been to get entertained
falling into reality the upturned bottle of agitated ants
into the morning light of caffeine anxiety
that joseph keeps torching every week
taking years off lives with a grin that intensifies the hangover

Not a farm that guarantees safety
as soon as we fence you in
convinced of your safety
a long comes the maniac

The Fodder of fanatics

 Fanatics of those mediocre movements
of the pain in your hearts
that drives you to sustain yourself
on the gamelike dogmatic lie

at your crowds raving and dancing
cheering in unison
you've achieved the illusion
of such dogmatic illusory heights

the pain in your mind
outrage shared out like cake
digested and embodied
gamelike henchmen guide you

fanatics you are
with colors and signs
a movement that carries your legs forward
ignoring those counter-arguments

cushioning overgrown butts
with inflating self righteous drivel
in private I see through you, I see you fade
better grab your poster and find the parade

Don't look back old son

 On the road
back to a new past
old routes we used to grasp
and small towns

memorable colors
My father told the tale
of a very basic heaven for sale
He had bought his spot

A fresh place I had foreseen
with multicolored camelias
bordering the outside of a serene
wooden and hallowed chalet

the old rail passed within meters of the residence
and a new bay connected to the sea
over the old car museum's property

I asked him to take me back to the old residence
that old familiar existance
then came the  typical snicker
he said you can't go back son

decorating the future with pieces of the past
the nostalgic outer membraine never lasts
I clean the lense of my glance
as I try to create the contemporary

falling into the present
with the essence of my mind legendarily

It's mine

 what is yours
what is mine
a library
in a mansion

What is yours 
that is fine
sweet street fruit
falling bruised all the time

Big rooms
but this is mine
I see you look up
just pack and sign

for as far as the eye can see
it is all mine
not fantasy or musings
the keeper just finds

Condemn me brother

 The man that sung the song
that let it all out
that lay it all down
like the law

like the judgement on all of our souls
heavy and crushing
like the way we behaved over decades
laugh at it now, but it still bleeds

like a small mountain stream
red as your dreams
shame as a demon
shines in your reasons

for each of your judgements
they reflect like polished swords
aimed at our heads
blinding our eyes

seconds from death
eons from birth
learning to laugh
learning to cry

and dirtying our souls in the ash of other's judgements
soiling those well dimpled innocent giggles
for some square photo of us on the wall
with just the facts written directly right under

blood of siblings
the only wine in the bottle
share it at a wake
exclude us

the worms we are
eons from birth

The tyrant in your head

 the mind overthinks
no way to simplify it
no way to humble it
listen to me

the mind wants to form a hard shell
to calcify and survive on its own repetitions
stay clung between some rocks
safe and unconscious

it overthinks
sensitive and preoccupied
unable to extract anxiety
or even regret

sending us over the edge sometimes
the medicated could attest
their own minds timid to admit
pills and routine

OOOOhhhhhh
there is no offswitch
for the over-reactive mind
sometimes creative mercy
othertimes unkind

Flesh and screens

 the pain of flesh
the necessary mistake of it
through this whole journey
sticking my body to the land
somekind of meat scarecrow

civilization screeches 

here we go like leeches
ambling along
toward death, toothpick like dummies
you no exception, still humming

your disapproval absolutely essential
Sealing the simple lie this lie of fat muscle and bone
spritis drowning in this blood
Diluted by it

A rhythmic dance of stroke
body seizing acceptable death throes
community nods and sips that coca cola
confirming their own demise ahead

some see this as a prison this flesh
the existance they drink away
I've not gone back to blacking it out
shining a light on mysteries

has only deepened them

your disapproval absolutely key
for a lie well crafted expands on the earth
sugar seeking zombies
sugar seeking smilers

Instant kilogram of color and value
that you rent on some digital page
trafficking your self esteem
has made it rather shallow

waiting for a dopamine deficit
to share sad photos
as predictable as the thread often is
condemn this sewer

instead of mainlining it into your psyche

face the ground where seed waits
for your very lips
for that water
for your corpse

to get what it needs for speed in growth
before it gets out grown or becomes a vulnerable host
like we all have, to a human virus
unquestioning unthinking plodder clod of fodder

A moving scarecrow
with pickled eyes glued to a small pane o glass
using every moment to form your bias
and feed it until it becomes the foolish pet

to inhabit the hole where your brain use to be
use those sweetened cranium veins 

for a new AI sotware for your dreams

Dog ghost bridge

 the dog spirit hovering over the dimlit bridge
just before good end town
there in the shrubs something slithered
whether it was the worst part of me

could only be known by the grin on the surface of the water
spread wide yet overpowering
between great humid hungry shrubs
all seduced by the moolight and drizzle

was it the witch in my arms
the power of the night's very shade
the double darkness multiplying itself in celebration
of a gone sun

the dog spirit over the small river
a young couple glare from the distance
trying to make out my shape in the distance
The spirit hit the lines between light and dark

blessing the surrounding woods
the unknown lore
so many pretenders brag to have understood
Yet the lost dog's spirit evades them

the army of souls hide in the whistle
awaiting emancipation
instead of being forced to toil on the tunnel
that connects the afterlife with this one right here...