written over time
poured over land like storms
skill in the ear and calluses form
Left outta the norm
voice cries out
to declare
whats not on
whats unfair
the child in us
reaching to the surface
not to be ignored
closed behind doors
what glows in the dark
a haunting melody stark
a ghost clinging to the tongue
singing out to illuminate
remember the shock
horrid abuse
young son or daughter suffered
warm autumn unknown to yourself
shed door lay open
Faint woeful screams wail
something dirty awaits in the darkness
convincing itself of healthy evil
the paint flecked and peeling
Like the old computer teacher
she gazed too long
fantasy too expensive in reality
Sarcastic smirks across faces
guilty yet unashamed
For they participated
never expecting to recieve
unbeknownst waiting for their day
of abuse in the dark
by some whim of a fiend
like the scar of an early ween
Believing it will never come
yet it is already gleaming
in a new bully's eyes
clenched teeth and hard fists
then your eyes meet mine
accusingly
As if hell's geography was foreign
as if demon's had never contacted me
their language scribbled across your skin lad
you the young man with some magic hat
that cannot protect you from a chaotic world
that hungers for victims like sugar and cocaine
whose only release is the pain in others
into sleep
eyes inside
looking inward
look for peace
time to disappear
the darkness of the room
under sheets and blankets
rest and repose
Into dream
the membraine thin
the entry unpercieved
the arrival a wobble
warmth
submission
to darkness
to abstract mind
seeking comfort
infancy remembered
searching and want erupt
blankets over
trains on cobwebs
traveling along
lost and blitzing through emotions
tearing them up until dawn
slobber of the hound
halfway toward the ground
lazy eyes
clumsy steps
thrown at the world
charming bag of bones
shaking the furr
tail all chaos
random fanning
his size counts for nothing
this beast attempts
to steady it's legs
dumbfounded by the state of the world
stimuli all too much
stumbles after his master
not far behind
see it with wide eyes
pupils picking details beyond the fruit trees
moving toward the sky
speaking to the world
A language that blends life through light
intelligence lights up
what a brilliant symbiosis
a brain on a sweet flow
discharging the energy
powering a ball of fire
it is the pollen
the sugar that only the sun can create
Resources of the human race
deterrents are fatal
engineering hard shocks to keep em all in line
waves of interests must be protected
crime in the community
a subtle rape of it all
sweet indifference
poverty a mass to be moved
a network of diminishment
of the youth and uncouth
dirt and disease will come
Festivities were banned
fun was imposed
smiles under machine guns
tension froze
Pieces of yourself falling away
in the exact formation tyrants will
pieces they say you won't miss
like feces and piss
and the lie is built what a videogame!
people are coasts
sometimes they are rivers
all flowing into one another rapids boast
Look at this monstrocity so disconnected from it all
mirror beckons and taunts
stripped upon their beach attempting a saunter
vulnerable and confused coming out of some opioid sting
shattered salty molded glass smooth and thin
Still entranced trying to make sense of it all
yellow and grim long limbs emerge tall
ambling across the side of the coast
teeth and muscle growing over it all
ignore the mud of the estuaries miles dividing
look to the glare of raw tidings
The floor of the party is light grey in the sun
It has been banned yet happens in earnest warm and poor
a legacy buried under that party floor
surging with centuries of injustice, pain and indignation
never to be deliberated
restless dancing novel attempts
nostalgic image full of those civilized
glancing and half wanting to know yet not realized
without getting close to it humility begs you refrain
the ghosts in between seek physical form once again
using immense profits of fear
to kick themselves back into
our war waging atmosphere of rhythms
status through this waltz of cavorting
volcanic dynasty
molten bubbling heart boiling over
naked before them all
foreign and scorching
why power is not sophisticated
what one must do to cultivate power
power can be accumulated in a lifetime
but how is it used in a sophisticated way to create great things
The young are coddled into softness
fed into roundness
and surprised by every hardship
is that sophistication?
The right to spoil?
Yet the disciplined few off the hardness of a surface
that the next generation might just find a footing on
their internal rituals taboos and prerogatives
is that sophistication
the steady leagacy
fire behind that?
noble lions
silent energy flowing pushing
and owning it all?
The thick jawed waiter invited me into the restaurant
He didn't want to be there anymore than I did
The menu was clean reflective and eternally mundane
He could see my eyes glaze over
then he presented me with cake and other samples
the false smile curling as the chocolate sauce drizzled over the sample
This wasn't a transaction it was common satire
one I had to pretend to be a part of
clean blue tables
lit up by low hanging popart lamps
all wholesome traditional blended plastic
the obligation of bathing your senses in meaningless advertising
enthralled in the pitch hook and prospect of a purchase
target practice of closure
seated numb with sugar
I will tell you your future
I joined the friends at the ticket counter as they looked up at the lit up board
voyages to every corner of south america
attendants expressionless yet impatient bodies shrug
she had chosen a trip to Peru with two friends
they hadn't wanted me to be part here
as they put straws to mouths
sucking the liquid that tempted them toward the destination
they excluded me flinching at it like kids being questioned by stark parents
the lady turns and confers with the two others
just enough light to make coffee irresistable
the attendants look down at maps in the dim yellow light
the high wooden ceiling smokey and dank
the two friends backing back as journey is confirmed
she looks at them in delight and passes by
I am invisible
as they prepare to quench their thirsts
Outside of the big central buildings the alleys spread out
small portlike stalls all the same height
Single abandoned women can be found at every corner
appealing to the passerby partially desperate, partially hostile
one third witch in the grin mind
shifting weight on tired legs
and inspecting each passerby
looking for that glint of judgement
Down purple road I saw her
infront of a lane of wooden shacks
her eyes glaring out beyond her dark gown
boiling thoughts beyond her brow
almost pointing at my dark shadow
accusing me with all of the corridor ghosts' applauses
trying to confuse me as I attempt to journey on
cobblestone all uneven like her stance
She is not one third witch
she is totally immersed in the craft
and her attempts have roused my defences
yet the winds conspire
the empty shantytown extension nothing but a vein
pumping toward the complex knot of nerves
in the brightest sector of my brain
One of the twin brothers pushed me away
telling me it was their party
Not exactly excluding me
the twins slapped each other on the backs
They showed me the lights
the wonderful atmosphere
all of the treats I wouldn't take part in
their freckles and grins make me thankful
Their sister approached me
optimistically inviting me back
though this dark room and these expensive lights
hold no appeal to the shadow of my soul
Deep down I was relieved not to be assumed
Not to become another guest
amongst the mediocre cluster
Kabutz brothers unsure of my departure
decipher this
I can read the language of the cracks
across the concrete extensions under foot
I can read the cloud
Out of the sky messages straight to the mind
decipher that
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I have spoken to the forest
deep conversation
decode that
the hidden allegory
suggests that my very words
create spells that distort reality
under the gate
morning son
blue up and burning firey yellow across
the grey concrete weed ridden lit up
pedestrians wander over it
life problems guiding them
accelerating kicked up steps
defending their sight as the sunshines into their eyes
the pudding of darkness
and the soup of the sunlight
what a feast to heat inside the dining room....
that is this city
I wrote the future into the page
shut the grin down
Destiny a wise wizard that looks down from the sky
just to ponder what makes me smile
Look out upon civilization
every tone of paint on each box like house
these flecks of life and inhabitation
all knitting together in a strange thread
stars shine out of streetlamps
the poor hugging queues
getting further and further locked into covetous servitude
A hidden societal rule where the mass tackles itself
Then crawl slowly up to the top of the mess
falling down to the hard weeded concrete
where they give confident excuses for their desperate climbs
and shameful falls
I wrote them into the megalopolis
a furnace for the human will
those long mundane hours
all contributed toward some company target
those beautiful lights
just enough credit to dream about the next purchase
I wrote so many souls into the obsession
through all mine
the swamp is brilliant
humble me
The floods come down
cover the lime green delight
That thin piece of wire
the last drops of dusk water
hanging on like the old to life
one day all me that
The forest all patchy on this side of the city
each a hand or foot attached to me
creeping out and around
all off limits
the glint of moist foliage
Is like a flag of triumph
mouths about the sea
though here it goes inevitably
Roaring in
Car ride like
Bulge and bust down
carved explosion
Rush rush splash
swallow fall and crush together
Spilling down and getting pushed up onto the dry sand
Burst and burp like a throat
transitioning into a tongue
to lick the shore
Bulging, fading humps accumulating
bouncing and then breaking to predictable hiss
No more of those weepy waves
passively lapping
rolling onward
tshirt hanging down toward knees
protecting from the body from the sun
tit bumps
stomach rump
holes in the cloud
holes in the cotton
the sun and he skin meet
the burnoff
the sun has no mercy
the scars and the surface of the body a deep red
clouds part the cotton rip
The half drunk whale of a man absorbs that beast
The old sun
my old father's house lay on a hill above the outskirts of the city
a long driveway and just enough big weeds and displaced equipment
to make you think it was all normal yet the house didn't exist
people saw the structure, the narrow path up to the house
but nothing was there
I'd walk up there saturday afternoons
To confer a few of those secrets to the universe with my father
He talked about motion and movement again
other subjects that made me understand
He pointed out that each angle of perception
was a doorway to victory
each successful view
was a mountain conquered
inverted and replaced
my path had been blessed
Father's ghost so intact
maybe it will never fade
no disconnection between that old chirp
and the essence that drives me to embrace this earth
Inside the lolly bag of society
sticky and sugary
distribution of presents is tradition
so many needy children
A happy garage where families met
expecting to recieve presents
Like greedy gods waiting at shrines
for whatever the pleb masses would provide
candy sight
austerity wants reward
cries efeminately
shower curtains
so many children
each wants an ounce of attention
they become an audience
clapping hands and wooing
I arrived with just enough presents for the kids
The old caretaker of a man was given nothing
as if watching their faces was enough
But I returned to the market to buy more
The caretaker pretended not to care
yet when presented he was given a few more years to live
I see it all
across the swamp
the power of a million
in my hands
The power to protect what is God's
the inner spark and rules that I was able to write
and send in to this reality
as if I had programmed it all myself
The power to create paradise
in a humble piece of abandoned land
You are what you feel as she combed her hair with her hand
Thats why it is so important to know how you feel
as she spoke to her gut
trying to limit the dialogue to less than an hour
it only takes a few manipulated facts to build a manic machine
One that'll churn out illusions to feed the hungry and confused across the globe
illusions that create these dull cultures that have sprouted fleabane aggressive
it's all where you focus
Or as she said
you are what you feel
invest way too much in that
checking how many are fabricating their states of mind
You are what you feel
I am what I project
I am what I dream and my dream is big
I am more than what I feel
the blur of the day at the beach
many people walking across your line of observation
catching your attention
their faces blank or colorful
yes shrieking children
going about their games
serious brows moving up
then laughter jumping and prancing
The details written in your eyes
describing the mass of moving bodies
fulfilling their holiday obligation
as if they were actually free
age
mumbles and gambles
sand clinging to the legs and feet
slowly falling off over the strides
ankle waves taking a layer off
gulls above distracting
looking down
contemplating the thick congested human conveyance
Father what keeps you youthful out here
out here where there is nothing
but water and empty buildings
dreams that froze in time
You tell me life is a somersalt
a roly poly
we are just sifting through ditching
I clean this water
Father what of the dreams
or have you had amnesia
Do you not remember what it is to be alive any more
has it been that long?
Something holy about grass
as it feeds cattle
time cracked off
and fell with you
the next chapter is being played
as if we were film
different layers of relevance
Father do I matter
In a universe like this
Will I be able to pick up these strings
to manipulate the whole mess
Pale long neck
rising above the tropical thicket
Downward curved leaves claw like
Inward clinging
narrow spine
mottled trunk
moss encrusting
wind stained orchids
hanging on in the moist breeze
layers of lichen gobbling up the shaded lower trunk
Brown red dead leaves holding on
as if hell was the forest floor
Narrow tall heads out of the canopy
peeping out to the world
Partially sheltered by the cumbersome
all encompassing ficus
She rolls the popsickle stand
Fort beach southern Lazarus
Under the sun umbrella
tank full legs motoring
pollinating each group of beachgoers
Like ocean edged flowers
those petals thristing for the cold treat
She sells that burnt coconut
temporarily quelling the heat of the boiling beach
Kicking up waves
weeping into the sea
sun glistens
the water hisses
licking the drying dark sand
waves are society
so many little purposeless waves
although those big waves
move sand and fish and surfers
The heavenly expanses fla and calm
own everything
conjuring swells in a split second
the power and freedom
of the baron sea
Ball falls
big boy in fat clothes
filling out
Now going baggy again
clothes like his skin
sweaty but simultaneously drying in the scalding sun
working off the pounds in a yellow skin suit
by playing sweaty beach volleyball creaming and congealing
all the way back to classic inertia
weepy waves creeping closer
blue sky yellowing the ground
dessert by sunset fixed to the dimming cloud
Long duration of whispy expanse
Giving the sun all of the ingredients
to fry the land and eat the remnants
This gate to the other world is my home
It is the secret sacred path
Those that soil it will feel the specter
I don't feel it it is over my left shoulder
My plight is the right hand path
Yet the second sight frees me
allows me to see
what the common can not
The bridge is surrounded by sacred trees
The river itself blessed carries water
This special shaded grove
A ridge to the beyond
How did he hunt the night itself
the foul cackle brandishing hardened wood
and blades of jadestone
the artist of the eternal warrior
the grit in the gut
deep inside the bush
the night would come alive and destroy order
as if the universe conceded
Darkest nights where traps and tricks and death await
Only a ruthless hungry hardboned lover of the darkness
would march into that
They made a shade
that almost waded into the flavor of lemony waves
They huddled in there caged pandas sharing clown grins
candy mouths oozing with sugar
stealthy summer knocked out spring
fruiting like imperial mushrooms
Back tattoos fold and fledge
no official caution to stupidity
rival bikinis so thin and tight
stringing the body to some level of expection
There against the tidal wall making your stand by sitting
Sun take notice of us
humid breeze tickle those bare bodies
murmuring voices and delicate thrashes of weepy waves
Footsteps go unheard through the wet sand
he reads under a full brimmed hat and dark sunglasses
the tropical shrub hovering over his head whspering
perfect shade
the tranquility of ths day
maybe scarce so many in the war torn reaches
but not for him here on fortaleze beach
mist travels down and sinks between the hills
kissing canopies foolish and shamelessly
It robs the view of the sea touching down further and further
Swallowing the land expanding through vast layers of grey
temperatures shift into cooler ones
as the mist continues running down each hill
throwing fresh drizzle upon them all
Wave upon wave slowly drenching the shaded valleys
thick droplets forming on every surface
then evapourating back into stark hazy mist
Lost his backbone years ago
tilted forward like a hungry governor
singlet covers him down to the short ends
Ahead of his wife as if to prove he could
swatting dependence away
backbone and spine in the drink
ankle deep in the salt water
lurched forward as he walks wet sand
each step is being sabotaged by the tide
but the half grin on his wifes face says they'll fail
sturdy caculating woman
sunset so far away from her vital mortality
Boney skullman
baby bulk around the lower stomach
eagle beak nose
beach visitor
Curious and prehappy aiming at becoming post happy
purchasing sharkdrool for his minnow
little tendency of handling miracles
that balding but curious head
overall undergrown chap
ready to join the joviality
join laughter and old age
that sign on his face seems to say
I must admit life is good
the longing for contentment the only future hope
stuck working on a beach tent
fumbling with the straps uneasily
the inability to put that crucial emphasis
he can only apply extra effort
retirement on him like a predator
On the straggley peninsula
full of vine and broad overhanging evergreens
a few coconut palms reach far above
watching two brilliant sides of the bay as sentinel guards
wind completely dead
palms long to rock
silent they stand
observing human confusion
Cloud as thick as jungle pouring off it
People as thick as cloud
small weepy waves washing up onto the shore
Bay boats idle as the poor man side of highway exhausted
Twins eat shishkebabs
as if for the first time
guided by impatient parents
constantly correcting their grasps
young fathers kick their footballs
further than their sons
as if to compensate for lack of skill
at an earlier age
Somewhere in the distance the sun claws it's way through the cloud
attempting to catch us by surprise
My wife sits beside me
glances at me from time to time
smiles come around
the sun coming down on us
A channel between us the living
the frequency between us
this life the knotch
repeating us into it
She turns to me
I to her
transmission
thats the whole meaning
who would ask for more
evidence of the cloud that life is
floating by in the sky of time
lightening and darkening
Raining on us as we sit shore front
or opening up to present us with the sun
gratitude is us
