The apple doesn't fall it bounces

 Her parents divorced when she was just a two years old
Her mother a force of fury and her father a sarcastic soul
And she just a big open sponge for the world absorbing it all
So no one really understood her constant state of being apalled

she became impulsive and sometimes spat on caution
Infatuated young and managed to hide the abortion
Noone knew they all just assumed she was getting fat
She would transform from hard boot to soft mat

Then came the time to grow the ideal family
it broke before it could start in anger and agony
Lives left with neither full father nor mother are needy
Each temporary fling dysfunctional, destructive and seedy

As you look for signs of God

 Many times in your life
Help and support is absent
Most will lose all faith
and go clumsy and faithless

Some of you will pray more
dilluting the sacred
try to connect that line again
To your version of God

You make so much noise
as you look for God
have you forgotten the value of silence
The holiness in the absence of noise

You there who seek real God here on earth
You spend months waiting then give up on it and sour
have you forgotten the value of action, indeed true evidence of faith
So act in silence and stack your trash excuses where compost is made.

Life is dirty and unfair
Faith is clean and nourishing

The divine request of birdsong

 I heard heavenly song of a healthy bird
big chest with a little tuft of feather downward
I looked, took out headphones, I the seeker
So that I could hear and see this angelic creature

As I did so the bird launched effortlessly
The branch underneath bouncing briefly
Taking something sacred along for the ride
rousing a constrictive longing from inside

that wrapped the heart like a discarded ribbon
That same bird would thatch it's nest to thicken
As the branch wavered from exit and last tweet
A single dead leaf fell like a meaningful reciept

Have I indeed afforded this one special moment
Through my well felt prayer and intentioned deed
No, a subtle divine voice ordered that I plant a seed
So another creature will have a place to sing and leave

The motive rhymes

 I stopped his heart in a few seconds
I didn't want to kill him
I found him holed up in his apartment
Adorned with expensive art

His luxury residence
holding a business deal with two society men
They witnessed me distraught murder their partner
Maybe later they would condemn me in court

Sadly no his natural death benefitted them
so even after their protests
They swore me to silence
and wrote me a check

The victim was man known to me
For many a year we had interacted
A cunning wealthy person I rid the world of
Even though it wasn't my intention, no

I broke into that man's luxury apartment
Punch followed punch one after another
faster than my fists had ever moved
Hitting his chest with tremendous impact

before he lost consciousness his eyes settled on the table
where a small stack of notes and a contract sat
he took off his gold watch as if saying goodbye to it
But his jewelry and liquidity couldn't save him

Am I guilty who can say
his funeral is tuesday
yes i took that spoilt man's life
after he slept with my wife

The childish mind of man

 I've shed most of it
but there's still more fat here under my skin
There's still assets and investments
there is still hope and love

all these things are like a child's playroom
with shelves on which these things sit
I reach out for them without moving myself
They are out of my reach but I won't crawl

I just scream out in frustration
An over fed over cuddled child
I look at them on the shelves
hypnotized by how the light illuminates tham

I have them but I don't have them
Possession doesn't close enough
So I reject it all, I crawl away
when the door is open

I graze my knees and scream in frustration
An over fed over spoiled child
I crawl out onto the road
A car screeches to a halt

In that harrowing moment I realize I am grown
but so ungrateful I didn't even bother
to look up in the real world
saved by the caution of another

The paradox of the peacock

Look into her eyes
Twinkle that flies into dreams
it's obvious the moment is nigh
She peforms for society

Dimples deepen a milimeter
Head sways toward her shoulder
so sensually slow and sweet
you are emboldened

she's not convinced
She moves like raw treasure
infatuation closing pincers
she doesn't exist for your pleasure

as you attempt to flirt
your mind makes it seem
there is some exquisite reciprocity
but she doesn't look, infact you aren't even seen

To kill the Devil

 To kill satan you must feel the weight of duty

sounds and tones of sounds profound and sublimed

confusing the mind and turning it against itself

To kill the devil you will need to build the machine

it carries faith and the living belief along a path

It forges a sword that will cut layers of popular trickery

To kill it

you need infinite prayer

Curing the block

 My mind is air
there is full clarity
glorious zero

My mind is blank
A marvellous void
it has halted

I decorate the page
with empty words

Devoid of content
yet holding the hammer
I smash writer's block

For I claimed tomorrow as my own

on the tomorrow higher
The sacred ladder unstoppable
The strength cultivated drop by drop
The path we worship from now until death

Tomorrow come upon this day
bring the glory that urge us toward
The work into the sun all shoulds and oughts
praise the strength that aids each step forward

Tomorrow manifest before dawn's first ray
in my heart and veins as I rise and face the day
higher ones recognise I sever the wire to the fence
to invoke my own accelerated transcendence

fearlessly and abruptly into tomorrow
Finding peace in the new day's duration
treasuring worthy aspirations
give me lightening

To conquer the walls between
Energize spiritual combat harrowed
send me forward like an aimed arrow
Because I've already claimed tomorrow

upside down kids

 Upside down kids
we'd freakshow in the town square teenage rubble
not enough shame and no responsibility
So many of us just loose ends waiting for trouble

Not worthy of love building the right barrriers
to shut out those few that would end up caring
Graffiti was for the organized ones
drugs to subdue the trauma lingering fear

upside down kids
heads in the dirt distracted by the vices
by accumulated hurt and crisis
empty clouds dragging it all out

mirrors point and blame us
teachers say it's pointless
therefore we grin and pretend
take our ounce of value in the end

smoke it out of school grounds
lost identity lost purpose
meaningless self-deformed
shouting blaming underperforming

Drop the act

 That must be the door I'll go get it.
Do you think it's God?
How could it be God?
He'd have better things to do

It is him he decided to visit us.
well go and answer it
lets see what he has to say
Oh I'm afraid his light's too bright

Okay i'll get it then
Good morning you must be Mr Jennings
And you sir must be God
such an honour

Well don't get ahead of yourself
I'm here on business
so what do you need from me old chap?
I need you stop being yourself.

Why God what's wrong with me?
your expectations are too high
even for your self, it's causing an anomaly
How so gracious one?

They pray you die old man
every single night
you might feel it in your ailments
bad mojo fella

So be straight with me God
what exactly do I have to do?
just drop the fucking act
and treat people kindly

And with that God continued to the next house, your one...

Smile for me

 Elijah woods smiled watch it now he winked
kicked thin legs up clapping boots in hoorah
His face just beamed from afar
and we misunderstood

Elijah woods was whistling a dare
believing the world would play fair
twinkle in his eye innocent mix
profane hollywood quite transfixed

gently glaring out at the world
skipping out onto the road
jolly shoes greeting film crews
so happy to see all ofyou

Cause a weird sort of irony in tension
a biblical forest of facial expression
thin legs distract you with boogie
hollywood misfit hed have you believe

gently scaring the world
between the lines just a poke
making puns and practical jokes
the same power he harnesses

interferes with him to a tarnish
against his will like rubbed varnish
like an popping an epstein blue
or a diddy red almost spew

Not a vice in mind far from scandal bog
Dancing ecstatic in asexual cloggs
overachieving waistcoat
smile for me won't you

Sought shelter

 The vagrant came his voice carried by the wind
over the tropical hedges we saw the boy anxious and thin
The group of people inside hid in a shame nonchalant
speculating about the misfortune of the vagrant 

He sought relief from the high winds
the flying debris that leapt up to sing
hitting anyone exposed on the streets
He yelled until his voice depleted

His head and black hair rose over the leaves
His eyes looked into the yard as if to retrieve
they were panic stricken filled with naivety
he started looking for a way through the hedge

We locked the door secured under with a wedge
Hid below the window frames in silent dread
He managed the hedge with minimum injury
Just to fall in the moat around the periphery

 

Moat around the town house

 The moat around the town house is full of brackish water
strange big predatory fish seeking legs and feet
don't fall in and be their feed

The moat cuts off the world separating the house
A foreign entity strange etiquette hidden wealth
Past storms damaged it's awning edges

A bushy spiny tropical hedge
with small sweet fruits just out of reach
pedestrians try and fail to climb it

The moat awaits just behind it
Humidity leaks and leaps onto those sidewalk steps
the passerby makes, pondering the depths

Wondering about the inhabitants of the house itself
reaching for the small fruits only to recieve a thorn
or seeking shelter from the tropical storms

The ghost wrote it

 glimmer up sure what's happening
up sure
maybe I'm hallucinating
you told me to write something here

Oh hi so i'm here on the page
I can be this little poem for you 
Glimmer up dear
what kind of ghost are you?

what in reincarnation has gottten into you
Do you exist? Are you the one that whispers in as I sleep
Do I whisper back does it scare you? Does it scare you?
For what wall do you have to break through to see me

and what exactly do you want
is it here you must haunt?
are you somehow out of your realm here caught?
should I lend these hands ?

What exactly is going with you

The lonely road into waikanae

 This road bridge no longer has traffic
It used to be the gate to my city
The line between one reality and another
Water passing narrowly through the pale rocks below

fleeing toward the sea where winter sun crosses
It's speaking to me echoing off the asphalt
not a dreary day but the warm blue late morning
The quiet roar of the water and their rapids

Telling me to listen to the birds of the season
as if their song would be advice to save my life
But it was just to get my mind off the highway
where vehicles compete for a piece of the road

Looking off the guard rail down to the water
Flowing away on it's own race ahead
carving out the land long before we did
be grateful for your time on earth

Nipples and heart attacks

 I faked a heart attack to get out of answering the teacher's question in fourth grade
they called my mom and it was woe is me hour all afternoon guilty blushing
stuck in the directors waiting chair recliner me avoiding the metallic glares
I had to wear special shirts in high school that wouldn't show my nipples

Often aroused they'd poke out on summer days through thin cotton tshirt
I accumulated nicknames and bullies because boys weren't supposed to have nipples
Then one hot dismal day in geography class I got a capital wrong
Mrs Russel the teacher flicked my nipple with her long nail

Noone heard me gasp because the laughter was so loud
So I faked another heart attack and they called my mom
That went on for painful, predictable and nauseas years
Then my nipples went to the normal size the day I left school 

Her father was a gambler

 She said to me her father lost her in a card game when she was twelve
The dreadful years to come, an outsider is forbidden to delve
eventually becoming a well skilled conartist
fortunes disappear with a goodbye kiss

Some of the victims chased her for a year or two
Most woke up empty bank, bed and no clue
she lived like this for a few loose decades
The sting of her trick it's cunning trade

She cooled quite a few Johns off considering the cards she was dealt
eventually separating each one from their silver spoon wealth
The odd would saavy call her bluff and destroy the farce
Not able to save themselves often making it worse

She said directly to the sucker's face as he cursed
I won't serve your needs or be your sugar nurse
For the world bursts with those who'd reap and feed
Not fair, just perverse like the labors of your greed

God's quiet

 I sat and pondered where the power to my mind was coming from
surging power that had awoken me early before daybreak
I stood at the window winding up like a machine
waiting for the day farewelling the dream

I opened the door and looked over the city from my balcony
All the hope the in heart mixed with those strange ambitions
The ones which would invade my night's visions
First light screamed from the horizon

I asked the universe out loud where does this power come from
It responded with the muted definition of the word silence
The enemy is noise and sound in violence
Hushed focus is power epitomized

Father's fine speeches

 I went down into the main hall a loud voice sweeping
my father made a speech infront of a hundred people
words that didn't echo the truth atleast the one
I wanted in proof set in a solid tonne stone

He made the correction
But the applause overlapped 
he was the solid body
I just the spirit trapped 

I witnessed as his face loosened and tensed
like gears on a car moving toward excitement
then humor next thoughtful patience
eventually slight consternation

Always back to the vibration indiscreet
Such Speech evoked shouts and laughter
Attempts at humility sabotaged by conceit
Word to the wise he predictably entreats

has he convinced you too
with charms and hyper charisma
Is it him or my words that trigger
within your mind such enigma 

A hobbit of a man

 Fat old man life is curly
half farmer half forager
happy go lucky
mystery and journey

longing for simplicity
even when excessive
rabbit foot felicity
A home near friends

Old pots and pans wisdom
That randomly lands truth
gets lost on preoccupied youth
Old man uncivilized uncouth

What am I growing into he says
These bad knees wrinkles and greys
pottering around rows of brassicas
Cursing drowned out by radio classical

He took his stubby legs to the neighbors
a friendly hello to the familiar
Tea, gingernuts and quaint chatter to savor
Life went from hot cinnamon to cold vanila 

A valid mess

 The giant kitchen guests impaired

Contentedness of twenty year old fed
Even the fifty year old that is twenty in head
Cooking drinking welcoming exaggerating

The excess food emotion and dance
to promote some conjured abundance
The loud music making it hard to hear
Valid because of the celebration

Carelessness casual persuasion
Forced laughter ridding one's sense of sane
Beer dregs and cigarette butts later
Only mess remains 

He's hiding down the side of the house

 The grass is slippery down the side of the valley
Chavez is under the earth fond memories
But maduro is talking tough around here
Solid rhetoric shabby hardware

That grass is slippery don't fire unless you get the kill shot
Caracas banned drones recruited plebs grew cojones
As the frigates just peeped out from the seaside
The narco state supposedly loses it's free ride

Maybe we can ransom him off for a little more
Take the bounty when they promise to up our score
Just hold back don't attack the grass is slippery
The triple destroyers offshore are crippling

The bargaining table

 Sit down at the table
bargain your life away
reciprocity and other fairytales
power of negotiation etc etc

You'll plead your case
we will pay you what you are worth
identify what part of you 
you might be willing to sell

here at the table true transparency
the facts and figures
exaggerated downside gimics
so we can push the price down

We can still smile and joke
seeking a win win on a whim
but in the end it's supply and demand
The trading dock when the sea is frozen

Riverwalk's vamp ghost

Trapped on the ceiling of the new orleans mall
just floating there far up in the rafters
stuck up there shocked and appalled
looking out the top windows

Down to the Mississipi
during the day the odd psychic saw it
The rest of the crowd walked on blindly
It continued to hover above it all

Skin slowly discoloring to a pale blue.
Mall guards began to lock the exits
The last of the window shoppers
walked out upset

One of the tourists from up north asked

Why do yall close so early here
not dissuaded from their task
pretended not to hear but aware

For they could never explain what happened in there
after the lights went out and tthe floors were bare
and the thing from the ceiling would come down
Don't stay after dusk, don't you dare

The storm of all innocence

 we watched the rain together from the awning
Looking out over the garden and from where the creek ran
where it usually dove into a narrow ditch and out of the property
it had burst over and back into the yard running over the lawn into the backyard

The clean transparency of it allowed one to see the green blades underneath
The butler said it had never done that before running across the lawn
From the awning we checked off our cause speculations
Fascinated by the straight clear flow of the the water

That valuable resource in such abundance
accumulating out of the storm and escaping across the land
beautifully pure like innocence leaving us in dry dust
Fluid and overflowing then gone by midsummer

by adolescence
washing itself away
gushing rapids idyllic exit
Our own transparency no longer flowing

convenient words
etiquette and interest

I said if only I could hold it
direct it all into a lake
my butler asked me
If I had ever felt such thirst

A course in rudimentary snobbery

 The unassuming twee snob bothers us
has the art of provoking others with their fuss
with minimum effort practiced muster

The mouth won't form a complete smile
Eyes move into doubtful mode to vex
Those gestures show an uncaringness

Where some might cultivate trust
others disgust abrupt using
their friendly coldness


Snobbery is the presupposed
The halting hand
the upturned nose

What pray tell is the prize
When I smooth with politeness
then expose it's lies, with an empty pretense

The reward is seeing humility die
in the face of such insinuating guises

The scourge of the ex

 Harry and Cindy were starting their new life
Yet they were being followed by his ex wife
she visited them daily asking him to come back
She promised to give the things she once lacked

The dread of it haunted Harry as politely pretended 
frustrating his new bride Cindy to no end
Harry's ex seemed to wield a power devil sent
Her mere presence nauseating them

exhausting and confusing them torn and bent
Planting little viable seeds of fear unrelenting
and with each daily visit watering them
But outside pressure warmed nightly nuptials

contributing intimate affection to such trials
Until the ex disappeared empty handed, reviled

 

Escalator in rush hour years

 I was almost at the interview
I was half way up those escalator steps
thick with bodies rushing to the next destination
I realized that I would never be stopped

Faith in legs that kept literally climbing
Those moving steel stairs toward the surface
With optimism and determination I climbed
Uncaring of the imminent rejections

Able to shrug them off Knowing
inevitable glory would eventually come
So I dug and I pushed my way forward
Up onward to claim what is mine

So that the day I resigned
The company used their best resource
to have me reconsider

The Belgium couple

 The happy couple speculated about their journey 
The coach jumping and flinching along the mountain road
The couple couldn't speak the local language at all
So their assumptions went unconfirmed

Their beliefs about the land and people
were being built purely by what they saw
And not by who the people were or the reality
They wore their ignorance in expensive clothes

Into the sweltering lowlands they fanned their faces
The humidity and heat only familiar to them
in their hottest remembered childhood summers
They arrived at the kitchen of the marmoset

Maids handeled hot food and joked in Irony
The couple were overwhelmed by the savory sweet aromas
the salesmen like tour guides accompanied them off coach
In broken yet spunky english he charmed them

adding to their romantic delusions about the land and people

Addicted to bad news

 we have news that could affect your stability
have you adjusted to the current gravity
the heaviness of this twisted existence
Bear this news at reality's insistence

The bad news the world stacks at outlets
Registering the surprise and small measure of pain
Tell us of how we need to understand the tragedy
focus in on it like it's some kind of game

well adjusted to that crustacean apathy
because you walk sideways we see you
eyes unwavering unblinking soaking up the evil
We have some bad news that could affect the people

The ones who stack your surroundings
registering your moments with small applause
Come on now no reason to frown

Literate

 pull me half way in

introverted so clean the allure pulls pulls

Introspective lost in the universe of ideas

the surface almost common living

Peak under there with your imagination

Patience and grace hold still

surrender yet hold chaos in your hand

knead it like bread

Pull me through

fires rage and resistance cooks me

Just a meal

just a meal

The depth noone sees

subtle eye

surendering in chaos

yet owning it

Graduating the illusion of perfection

 Academic
chin up the ceremony
mortar board exactly tilted
Your moment of salience

aptitude
Mother's words
father's time
you were able

Yet they suspected it all along

Mistake
life is a mistake
dress it in practice
victorious speeches

create an illusion just to push through

stereotype
you've become a set of things
lumped onto you by your peers
mortar board exactly tilted

We will start a campaign for peace

 Redemption is a poster we sit down to
inking our hands
pretending we don't know
there will be zero impact

like a little post on a thread 
accumulating attention
not to inspire action but to admire for a split second
and look at us colorful rebels painting our opposition

A poster everyone puts their mark on
their little piece of care
their way of saying I had a hand in saving the world
smiling at the good intentions we share

Signing our names at the bottom
then dunking our heads back into the sewer of screen noise
The predictable tasks a day is made of
This quaint rebellion fully emmersed in the stomach of conformity

Streets of tomorrow

 I woke on the ground disoriented
God abandon me that you not get infected
mother abandon me
Father cut and run

On the front lawn of some empty middle class home
Laggards and stray people camp about me
Do they know of my intention
My secret grasp

The grass collected dew but did not freeze before the break of day
Father I'm a monster but I want the best for this world
I woke on the ground aroused loudly, proud early
The pale blue sky surrendering to my eyes

I dreamed of the streets of tomorrow mother
They were adorned with so many precious hopes
I got to my feet and felt the cool morning on my bare shoulders
I'm a monster to this world

hunger and yearning
torpedos my mind into frenzy
My appetite excited hindering my motor skills
God abandon me here look at my corruption

I dreamed of the streets of tomorrow waking to the coolness
God's breath
still here tending the landscape
What am I but a naked nomad

dreaming of the streets of tomorrow
Not  tending the city of today

That granite urinal

 The granite urinal
dim light the last minutes of day light
reflecting through a small rectangular window
Thick granite stone walls the bathroom a prison

I turned left avoiding the shadows
To pull out and and get my relief at the urinal
That room was literally so heavy so absorbing
What had it accumulated over these wanting centuries

All i wanted to do was pee but the grimness shut off the flow
I tried to imagine paradise and open air but all I saw was rock hell
Freaking craggy cracked and  speckly flecked schist and shale
weighing down on the bladder but not a drop falls

But I won't take it home and set it up in my garden

Pie eyed that the world might shine

 I want to make you my new best friend just because I'm drunk
and what sweet selfish needs you'll meet at my brink
I want to put my drunken arm clumsy as it sinks
upon you to steady myself carelessly

Physically spiritually emotionally

I want you to be my everything now person
that you'd fulfill all my immature notions
Find humour in my awkward pokes
my loud humorless vulgar jokes

My repetitive unconscious fears and hopes
overflowing as the next drink descends
Take my open hand help me pretend
The real world really shines thus

Cut a rug and scare a friend

 Patel asked who the girl was
her back to the wall tossing her hair
gestures all so choregraphed and sassy
her friends bent in hysterics eyes focus on that smile

On the other side of the board walk
where Patel asked me about this beautiful girl
How she moved and who she was dating infact
She broke into a comical dance immitating some fad

how his face lit up to see the moments of her
The enthusiasm fell out of him like a separate spirit
The infatuation rising in him a merciless chaotic shiva
She rolled her eyes fueled a defiant grin then glanced briefly

Just to check she still had an audience
Passive we sat predictably observing her
Patel asked if I knew her with that desperate tone
I said that if he preferred I could pretend to know her

She danced across the boardwalk between groups
The perfect legs elegant twirl pirouette and pivot easily
hair in such a measure to make the body seem to glide
Patel got up in fright as she sat down beside us teasingly

Stage fright cigarette

 The show will start
The sun is heading for the hills
we have parked here above the city
Opening the boot of the car

grabbing a jacket
It'll cool off later on
two show goers pass by
cigarettes lit causal stroll nailed

nod and ask for a light
They pull drags and click a lighter
Now you are one of them ember and strut
careless smile across your young face a cheap brand

The show will start
yet despite every preparation
you don't feel whole or appropriate
Second guessing intensifies toward the ticket booth

The sewer garden men

 They built gardens inside the open sewer drains
hanging flowers, ferns, lillies and begonias

that would face and attempt to crawl up to the sunlight
pouring down out of the huge storm drain openings



The intrepid journey men humble in their calling
spread the plants in the sunlit areas of the tunnels

Their laughter and jokes and labor attracted the sun
Provoking the confusion of the public above



The stench didn't stop them in their quest
from the roots of palms near the coast

all the way to the foot of the mountains
where the water was fresh and the tunnels clean

small blessings were offered to these humble men
while others accused them of being unclean

Hayward the terrible

 In a workhouse close to Port
Hayward the terrible labor chief
or atleast officially purported to be
Reigning over the poor and thiefs

Crooks and miscreants
villians who relented to the police
His whip and words would never cease
cutting into backs and fragile psyches

The merciless pusher who sought to please
The grand old empire's expanding feast
One berated lame man talked back in blazen tease
dragged to the side of the road on his knees

Then by way of sharp columns was cut ino threes
left out there as a rotten warning under yew trees

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No vehicle, just a rubber ball

 Everyone else was driving charriots of fire
I had a fast rubber ball the size of a tyre
running me across the stony highway south
boosting me over the dust with prowess

sending me careening over the long straights
until it ultimately went flat, thin and deflated
I'd arrived down south unfamiliar dusty and sore
holding the remains of an inflattable rubber ball

Athiest father taught me of God

 He chose not to eat he was not convinced
Scepticism makes him see clear
he looked at me again and said
That I would love it there

I said the afterlife can't be much better
Luggage containing the odd regret
He just grinned said it was an unfair bet
Said my faith hadn't been tested yet

My father avoided the feast
and pointed out the divine like the full moon
Trust and faith at their least
Yet not a hair was touched by doom

the earthly disappointment externally driven
abandoned now my only will to shape myself while living

My free lunch and the gift horse to boot

 You once told me there's no such thing as a free lunch

working patience... You sigh...

Shocked and dismayed at the speed of my...
ridiculously swift youthful naivety

If I could just prove you wrong

I hadn't those years lived nor miles walked

So how could I show the evidence to you 
that actually the contrary was true

You once said don't look a gifthorse in the mouth
Shocked I'd question you on equine dental health

Amazed at my swift youthful naivety
My woman, my house and money

One long delicious nutritious free lunch.

New year's broken hour glass

 The end of the year came and time stopped
The sun stood still the wind didn't breathe
Time was forgotten and most people disappeared
the city was empty not a piece of paper nor animal

The time on our screens showed midday unable to progress a second
The silence and stillness deepened into us a humm muted externally
absorbed and vibrating internally almost electrical in nature
Tickling the senses as we witness the city frozen in time

The surrounding grey buildings had a distinctive dirt colored moss
stretching and appearing in patchy arrival on their surfaces
Clock facess loomed no wind or sign of movement in the sun
temperature and air could not be properly felt on the skin

I put my bags down and looked around inside this new state of the world
My brain and heart made declarations for panic and fear
all that came was strong relief I wasn't scared

Dog brand

 Exiting the hotel I took a detour through the laundry
The poor laundry workers nodded to me as they sat down to eat
They had made an incredible product
A dog cake

It was crumbly salty and fatty
with a sourness I could ony guess was from the dog meat
I celebrated the meal with them
But had trouble eating

The red clouds capture your eyes

 The wizard has grown
this is his house glowing
labrynth like and confusing

I walk inside and cannot make sense
doors and windows are surreal shapes
some unfit for us human early apes

The roof has curved the path lies
bowing down to the red sky
he takes off his hat and studies an image

His house is letters, numbers of fringe
that help us up or push us down glowing
all designed by shadows in photos

shadows trying to avoid the flash
as concrete was poured laborers rash
The wizard himself built a conveyor belt

to walk on those long midnight strolls to nowhere
where the night's red cloud was extended by city light
The wizard's grin kicked about rolling around his face

That loose grin enchanting the wall and ceiling
where you or I wound up in a frame of feeling
of your unwanted family photos

duplicated and sent to his strange house
to hang there, strangers pretending to smile
he needed those images for spells

the awkwardness of how stance and face fell
piled around by people who often made you cry
Made permanent as brick's drippy cement dries

yes you and a thousand like you
pretending to smile in the image
mixing spells to go outward as spies

Just like him, the wizard casting the night's red cloud skies

Meat in the hamburger

 Criticism unwillingly heard
in the middle of exchanging words
some that flatter then turn and punch
some deflect, retaliate and crunch

Braggery slips into the voice
changing the intonation
Then implication
daggering communication

Our egos seek compliments
even empty token ones
That our hearts will smoke on
Euphorically

Harsh words in feedback
hurt necessarily yet are moving
possibly improving our pretence
our ability at verbal self defence

Build yourself up

 Make it into a machine
with measures of intensity
upgrade it and tweek it
people watch it

some new technology
that will change us
effect transformation in the body
Make it a machine

Find the correct numbers
calculate your expansion
upgrade changing weakness
into strength

people watch it
curiosity gets the better

Mister magpie locked you out

 Look toward it but you are shy
open your eyes and see it, it shines
Fly down and check it as it glints
Then back to the nest with it in your clutches

peck it a few times to check if it's living
what a treasure to adorn the dried grass
Look down toward the open street
the way it lights up like a treat

a thousand metals all competing for your eyes
the sun greeting in each one like fires
singing light out low motors hum
the cars moving up and down insanely

Tilt your head someone just dropped their keys
spread wings follow the draught faithfully
slow yourself against the opposing breeze
pick them up

legs turn in the distance to catch you poaching
a face and body panics kicking legs approach
A click of the claw a wing unfolded effortlessly
and bird is up and free and the person locked out

Beer and supervision

 The man stood at the door of the playroom
swaying because of his fifth beer
his eyes puffy and bloodshot
His body language communicating fear

He watched his son play
sometimes commentating
othertimes warning his son what not to do
The beer made it interesting

like christmas lights plugged in
when sober unplugged
His face struggled to smile
but got there in the end

In slow motion he turned his face to the table
where the rest of his family ate pizza
He leaned forward almost off balance
a grin appeared and subsided in seconds

His world was complete in this moment

hangover pending

Towel

 I step out of the shower
drops of water run along my body
toward the floor

I reach up and take the towel
I wrap myself and dry my body
Closing the shower door

The feeling of the towel comforts me
It warms me and reminds me of my infancy
It's fibers absorb the water but not the heat

It reminds me of the feeling of being hugged
Of being loved and being made to feel worthy

The immortal word

 words have lives of their own
walking through lives with legs disconnected
Peeering through checking out the page
Seeing the page before you do

Yes these words look they see
For they must dance contort stretch out
capture your attention bath in reading eyes
Provoke your senses stir your emotion

Spark color hot reflection and self invention
Tools of the poets philosophers hidden wizards
Realities we swim and drown in inwards
Words have a strength never thwarted


Words that act when actions can't be bothered
preying on the mind each letter under cover

In a lifetime's labor

 I've seen you all through the boring
I've seen you out on the road hawling
The ore logs and stone shipping here and there
Acting out of courage sometimes fear

I've seen you working with scarce resources
Pushing with all your spirits effort and force
attempting to alter that inevitable course
toward unique before turning corpse

A good vibe

 Multiply that which makes us prosper
send us the sign we are on the cusp
Share the best of those things
Wealth may rickle it may flood

Perpetuate healthy love
solid and transformative
drip feeding satisfaction
through the years

Shaped by the holy
tangible untouchable

Matador de garis

 

O homen musculoso parou no sinal vermelho
onde os lixeiros enchiam o caminhão
Contratados pela prefeitura pra recolher o lixo
Rene não podia passar, a rua estava bloqueada

Ele sacou a arma e franziu a testa
daquele jeito que carrega ódio em excesso
Saiu do carro elétrico, apontou e atirou
um dos homens pulou, outro se jogou, um caiu

Laudemir foi o atingido, sangrando no asfalto
Rene, o matador bombado, foi direto pra academia
alguns miligramas de testosterona na veia
e depois inflou os braços com um sorriso vazio

The Gari killer from Minas gerais

 The musclebound man pulled up to the traffic lights
where the rubbish collectors were filling the truck
Hired by the council to collect our household trash
Rene couldn't pass as the road was obstructed

He pulled gun and formed a frown over his face
The kind that contained toxic levels of hate
He exited the electric vehicle pointed and shot
one of the men jumped one dove and one dropped

Laudemir was the man hit bleeding out on the road
Buff killer Rene drove straight to the gym 
a few miligrams of testosterone went into him
then he pumped his arms under his empty grin

 

A weekend party reunion

 The attractions that would contribute to our pleasure
Are just mere decorations we pass to get somewhere else
Some of the places we would want to find clean and healthy
have been built and organized with feces we can well see

people from the past appear dazed and dishelved
Zombies in the daylight falling and getting up
crawling to catch up to the meaningless gossip

The feasts and blessings that attract all like common house flies
buzzing in with facades of care and import those grins and sighs
But these events are just mere decorations empty toasts to health
we pass through them tolerantly to get somewhere else

At the bus stop south of heart

 The throat searches for the voice

The heart tries to push it up

so that it might radiate out

expressing something

while the idea formed in the brain

digested in the hungry stomach

sits waiting for it's bus up and out

The mind dreads honesty

so none of those vehicles

show signs of stopping

blanked faced drivers

just getting through their shift

Your voice goes wandering

through the rest of your body

giving you indigestion

stubbing your toe 

Like a bankrupt company in denial

you chalk it all up to other reasons

convenient impossible problems

that cannot be solved today

The fire and grace

 This solitude is solid i feel it like the road under foot the click of teeth
These humans we are, we confuse love for something beneath
we resent the labor hear our frustrated breathing uneven
our failed attempts at patience our shameful leaving

of the fire and grace
The glorious millenium

I sought the truth unable to pay it's levy in pain
I looked into empty eyes and listened to voices invain
faith had leached out of the masses so I went against the grain
in my solitary belief no time for the gimic and or short gain

the particular performance for your pure amazement
life's little goblin runs parties vibing enjoyment
born in the oils of excess and orgasmic falsity
So I walked from the crowd away from that city

Of the fire and grace
The glory of an age

The even solitude i seek i find
power beyond body power beyond mind
supercharged and annointed
A million embers sparking out

incendious yet blessed

The miracle under the old trees

 he said come down to the bench where I have an invisible fountain
come there for fortified Godtime where the brilliant flame they can't see burns between the old trees
So I followed the thin shadow of light over the sweat trail broken fences mundane morning faces
He said make your way through this life between what has been abandoned and what is kept

I went to my only chair beneath the old trees and the swift soft morning feel
The grand one I fathom to know handed me a beaded rosary and told me of the five powers 
The secret you all don't know right there in the open blessed area peace freedom eternal sunlight
The invisible ears listening to me in my silence minutes into years

Those social media soul kitchen flavors

 Places are choc a block with ingredients recipe in minutes
dainty quirky chippy each one of us a spice an infinity
a flavor a dayfull a dated weighted plate of civil stew
getting ladeled like soups and casserole gruel

mere echoes of ourselves we kid
simmering under our own grand lids
keeping it all in those sensitive frustrations
only mixing it in the sweat of condensation

once we are cooked and served for unknown teeth and gums
the pots and pans become our old dirty skeletons
desperate to be cleaned and filled again just like the threads
expendible pieces of opinion and personal clutter soaked up with bread

Send those donuts every single day

 send donuts to my ears
because today i want hear sweet things
forget the fears and dive into good ponderings
solid round philosophy cinammon and sugar on that

send those donuts real sexy like
sacred i'm sure the root vein of the fantasy
all the way through the body overcome by want
by a body that embraces this day

send a donut straight in because i'm listening for it
My focus is the sharp flame of the candle
stiff even in the breeze sugar fire pointed
light glow the color of salivation

send donuts to my ears

smoothly rolling in the air

sensuality and all the dos and don'ts

baked and forgotten

The task

They set a task
so get to it
I see you hesitate
like a stuck fritter

Are you a fritter mr blogs
are you a rhyming addict
jumping to conclusion frogs
until your similie sick

They set a task they want two hundred lines
of that talent stain across the page
in a strange shape that melted frommage
are you a quitter a desister of the sewn mitten

one that could warm the hand while it writes
nonsense meant for eyes that search for why
in meaningless rhyme coming to their sighs
like climactic dismay at literary fines

declaring your work null and void
wrong way down a one way street
the task Mr blogs are you at it already
is your creative foxxy and heady

cocky and leady
like a gun loaded and a trigger
glued to an anxious finger
are you that digit lingering

that will pull and shoot
as evidence of lack of patience
lack of literary loot
for accolades the ego hoots 

The garden of the grounded soul

 The morning was that hot dark blue and the garden was boosting
Insects and mother were excited and energy claimed the day itself
The grass was overgrown in thick green abundant bunches
I had neither the footwear nor the clothes to cut it down

Mother the caretaker soaking up the sun and picking up the rake
the old concrete varanda covered in leaves twigs and bark in flakes
curiosity pours out of us randomly like the sporadic dandelions
The neighbors and lost children from over the fences prying

I looked for the lawnmower the sun declared it's invitation
stating it would be staying all day in the cloudless yawn
the churn of humid chunky staining grass on boot and ankle
those rows of furry clumps running up the lawn

mother's voice echoing from the balcony
calling in the young man to hydrate thankfully
As the sun and the effort pushing took a toll
The sensation of home of a grounded soul

Youthful summer products

 


We glued our own eyes open made ourselves watch fightclub
So we went out and got piercing and neck tattoos tops even subs
Got loans so we could buy gold jewellry for our privates
we jilted out on the street attempting to share ideas

We half danced half walked half baked funky out to annoy
convincing ourselves we were spiritual at the same time devoid
somehow enlightenened yet entitled to to our sickly ignorance
we clown we vandalize and goon into contemptuous trance

The older make death threats and the younger take time off their teats
off their screens to imitate our impulsive performances in the heat
of that New york August sweat glands and pierced nipples burning
Between the skyscraping eye inflating humid sun dial turning

we modeled Tyler Durden not noticing ourselves still in herd in monocrop
wearing their clothes and their overlord brands like thin plastic sugar drops
melting in the heat of august just to become solid and empty by september
Even our vernacular sounded inauthentic our vapes cute painted embers

The glass house projectile

 It's so delicate
I recieved a bubble wrap vest
I recieved a cotton helmet
to deal with the wifi outage

People whisper in quiet song
and some look at me wrong
those feelings bruised
complaints are bellowed

each one of us accuses the other
of being that fragile marshmallow
despite the volatility under our covers

The cow next door feels your pain

 Heavy and hollow
the mouth opens no voice though
no beating heart below
a void with no utility

heart-gone-missing is it?
auditioning for a sad film
congratulate yourself on depth
comfort yourself

con yourself
placate yourself
loop everyone into your tragedy
tell me I have no fucking empathy

But I am the cow next to you
feasting on the same tasteless grain
On the aluminium above our heads
listening to the same incessant rain 

That noise you chase

I can feel you pacing forward and back theorizing
bewildered by the traffic and the advertising
spurned on by your own perpetual yearn
to be seen to be read to earn

clambering over each of us absurdly
our mild tones of color hidden in the herd
our attempts to paint the world with our words
but we are just chasing noise and echoes

So for now just flatter me with sweet compliments
get the floating ego another inch off the ground
so your sense of self can return to sleeping sound
Get that awareness turned right down


 

Gifted collegiate

 I sat with the students
each one more beautiful than I
They talked of these miraculous equations
Each student much smarter than me

seeing the way through
understanding the mysteries
while I just struggle to grasp
the simplest notions

Their fine features mesmerized me
Their flair and restraint
Their correct measures
I just keep spilling

getting the number wrong
failing the exercise
with no feedback on my error
They chalked it up to who I am

Then On my walk along the lost highway
the abandoned one
I saw my flaws in a big gift basket
I counted each and thanked god

I tried to ignore my dismay
and remember the way
back to my father's old factory
there the broom my only friend

For as their truck of school supplies past me
It squeeked and wheezed awkwardly
with the high quality arrogance
that weighted it down to the rubber

It doesn't stop

 Love doesn't just stop
and those treasures remain with us
memories that cannot be erased
parts of us unfased

It doesn't just stop
the source of pure love
this long lived vessel
cherish that realness

Love doesn't stop
it keeps going
generating it's own chemical
within us

Father those words unsaid

 You tell yourself you've said all you need to say
Then you remember loved one lost today
The hair has greyed and whitened the posture changed
The love is not gone just rearranged

where the man would ask questions and surmise
now long silences instead of responses just sighs
The energy needed to respond was less important
than the witty response he just thought of

acceptance and resignation
Like the selfish ego within myself
ignoring grief toasting my own health
To build my own life own love and wealth

The extract of sadness composed of words unsaid
Calming moving forcefully through heart and head
The will to live glitches running last hourglass sand
Losing grip on reality on sensation in the hands

reflexes and coordination
days filled with struggle
to ponder the soul's migration
post baby boom shuffle

post life and post living
post restless mind winning
words unsaid carried to Ferryman's boat
unrecognized kindness may it keep you afloat 

I see you off now Father
without a real goodbye
I grieve the pain and confusion
you felt as you died

Despite this tristful hour these cunning empty whys
I can hear you greet me cheerily from the other side

To higher domains

 In the house of knowledge
There are many rooms we enter hoping
some are just off limits we are too broken
we have been invited to the few that are open

Glee and anticipation
though learning holds it's pain
which we must share unfolding quaint
meaningless pages unfolding plain

so much to understand
Not enough teachers
The ghosts of the past fighting it out with unborn
the confusion of the present they've mixed into food

these rooms of knowledge offer those insights
to keep us following the path that is right
the way less plagued with pain
cheatcode ascension to higher domains

Sports shoes and neck tats

 The vulnerable in him weak point unrelenting
Outside he is a young man in his twenties
simulating confidence and building defences as he stews
ego needs media presence sports shoes and neck tattoos

vulgar language echidna reactions and vaping
breaking their word with others and for God saking
architects of brilliant excuses for lack of energy
absense of ambition picking sores tenderly

From the outside it's a tough exterior their tik tok flip flop
Inside they are boys carrying eggs they don't want to drop
on spoons of self identity not wide enough to stop them from shaking
Their ground not smooth enough to perform without faking

So they turn curse and bite
blame complain and fight
simulate the swagger in their approach
till the joint is but a short burnt up roach

The dry wandering beatle

 it's path is awkward and has few even surfaces
Rough pebbles and leaves that catch on the carapace
It's inch long antenna flicking and feeling out
It touches roots that rise up like mountains

It stalls there peacefully like a broken down vehicle
Its way forward impeded it's motionless body calculating
Suddenly it's body splits and wings appear unfolding
and in seconds it's in flight as the ants pretend not to notice.

Flavour Poltergeist

The flavour poltergeist
invades my sleep
shakes the images
of abrupt dreaming

Brings me to waking
from that sinister trapdoor
chaos inside
befriending me

invading my sanity
chaos perpertrated
by the flavour poltergeist
movement and fear

crashing around my bedside table
mixing sleep with panic and friction
a hotel of overwhelming laughter
fueling my bedroom ruckus

Destruction in the fervor

 The key turns somewhere
The final act of heedlessness
we became our own pests
boiling over in protest

initiating violence in militias
cooking existence
Reshaping the world severe and dire
between lines of guards and walls of fire

destruction in fervor
evacuations and rapid victims
hungry explosions
We became our own exterminators

The orp faction

 orp that tiny group
novelty people soup
catch phrase humm
simulated laughter

agreeable memes content in absence
icons and avatars without essence
cuteness and acceptance
surprise at little things

Diamond of curiosity
what enchantment simple minds conjure
These cakes have too much sugar
this hair too much dye through it

this skin too many tatoos

Never camp there

 Tricky in the sticky trees
mouth and face drawn like an elf
Shade and foliage block dawn itself
Part of me wants to run quickly

supernatural overfed in this tiny dank valley
it's unpredictable conundrum uncanny
It's peculiar vibrations looming there
cunning invisible tongue for fear

A nose for the twilight sour
teeth for first darkness rich
claws in the witching hour
Dead dismembered in a ditch

The sunset criminal

 furtive afternoon blue

The sun bhind clouds but the sky exposed

searching for an address

Long street that continued over everything

no matter what

furtive glances into each house
The lost the found the occupied
Cars that pull up to the stop sign

The time disappearing into the sky

The sun has given up for the day

wandering off behind the mountains

what was popular in their minds

They opened the gates and speculated

I the stranger in teh reception of furtive glances
These are the ones that tickle and test the eye contact
some look away and others are ruled over by curiosity

The sun's last attempt now making a play through the window

Moving away and congratulating the onset of clouds 

like a politician does the police after a riot

Empty street so edible to my eyes

so colorful I want crime

Order in those bones

 that shine that invisible shine
morning when demons and angels are fighting it out
light hasn't descended wings and swords create the silence
This prayer brings me into alignment

Fo the wishes and hopes so disconnected
wounded animals crawling in the forest at night
behind the mountain a dozen different predators
smell that blood and hear those pleadings 

Slaughter those that are too far gone
feed the rest strengthen them
Hide in the trees sharpen claws
so after those devoured brothers have caused lethargy in the beasts

you can jump down together and put order into their bones

Love for the dwarf

 looking up for he was only two feet tall
His bride was ready to travel yet he stalled
Not looking into my eyes but her's with rage
water clearly getting in the way of his message

I never wanted to be the bringer of pain
yet everytime i take it all away
you go digging into those things so grave again

He finally resigned as agony in his small body 
disallowed him from protest and overworry
many asked how a woman like this could love such a man
stature and ailments haunting him since the day he learned to stand

I never wanted to be the bringer of pain
yet everytime I take it all away
You go digging into those things so grave again

We left but the coach was damp from last night's raining
madame didn't peep but the curtains moved plainly
The horses stirred as my arm raised the whip
She cried into that tall glass just so I could take a sip

That dirty hive of a house

 Street kids overpacked the corner house
stained cheeks grins and old light
conversation and jokes for dinner
but no food

Cops will be here in a week or two
And some of us will never meet again
but for now survival binds us
Our trauma and fight and flight

Our ignorances and streetsmarts
interacting into the wee hours
something soft to lay my head on
a can of conserved vegetables

The antidote to familiarity

 On the way back from excitement
the organized destination connected to the sensitive heart
The familiarness and solid predictability of your original home
The way it comes to your mind the way it cries

When your gone and so far away how it appeals for your return
The way it promises you those comforts that seem intangible in strange lands
Familiarness is not just seeing the same four walls and open garden
The family remain turtle shell glued emotionally and psychologically huddled

Their faces their words and gestures warming up a certain contentment inside you
Here where I am far from that sense of contentment less about the known
So far away from where you've been this strangeness just a novelty
you've caught briefly in your hands but floats away

Not an introspection
Or even an effort in observation
just a slight distraction the grinding edges of the ordinary
The collateral effects of more of that same thing

words

 Words are squeeze jelly 
transparent and sometimes coloful
wild and oily
these words

The goose chase

 I looked up father
some feign laughter to please your attempts at humor
So I'll swap you a smile
I asked your advice in earnest those pearls of wisdom

You sent us on our way
The campervan broke down
Your advice was always certain
these unmatching dinky holiday maker's tents

You sent us on a goose chase we happily drove
benefitting from each little accident or problem
Hope I thanked you effort driven old man
hammer and nails lets build something

for all of our flaws and our silly distractions
Thought I'd have a decade to see you off but it wouldn't be so
Thought I'd see you one more time instead we're bereft
No amount of prayer no, no hope to see you off

Division between us all
Unreasonable words
goosechase memories
a day in thin ambitions

Warped dedication to the road

 These tangled journeys humble me
jumbled junctions overcrowded thoughts
blocking traffic on the street of decision
Lampost duplication grid loop underground commute

Rules so repeated signs so imposing
No exits and freeways that encourage speed
Impulsiveness hand sweat on the steering wheel
Just cells inside of vehicles moving them around

The unconscious blood of the universe forming 
inside this self supporting megalopolis sphere

Like life just appears

 Life gave us hunger
hell life gave us an appetite
lapping up the drops
scraping for crumbs

your shallowest points

At it's height
the heart and stomach beat
for so many useless whims
we were delivered

Life invented us somehow
gave us this game of survival
at it's shallowest points we're still hanging on
At it's highest point ambition

Life gave you so much
marinating in your thoughts
roasting your options
you are delivered

Tonulus bay

 We could see the long pier running down alongside the bay.
The odd orderly phoenix palm and concave stately buildings
golden light overtook the tone of the coastal city and the buildings reaching out
the sea wall not a meter high but so uniformly straight it gave a feeling of safety

Large black sharkfin shaped rocks protruded from the shallows in the bay
appearing in strange pairs with no percievable purpose or application
The sand from the inland desert made the haze yellowish grey still
The static view of everything on that peopleless port was comforting

It seemed like existance could just be
could just check on itself and check out
Observe the world and all that is in it
In a fury of satisfaction that human themselves could never measure

What had built the small city or it's relevance to it's desert filled country was unclear
But the sandy breeze that hazed over the light and gave everything a salty flavor told me it was heaven
or atleast at the lower rungs of it clinging to some other much loftier realm up higher

The possession of John grieves

 we tracked the criminal down in a side street. He wasn't afraid he seemed to dare us to shoot him.
I told him to give himself up. He got into the rusty old car before we could stop him. We followed him through the city. He almost gave us the slip, then he slowed on purpose as if he wanted us to catch him.
He made no sense. I told my partner Ralph to hold off on calling for back up.
We came out onto green open spaces near mitch ridge open county school.
He drove up onto the curve churning the grass up down to dark brown mud. 
The sun's poweful rays at the angle it was capturing it all like a kind of movie set. I braked and My partner and I exited our vehicles with guns drawn. The man on his knees, hands held high, his head slightly prostrate, but we could see the desperate grin on his face.
Some teachers and the headmaster raced down to see the commotion. We told them to hold back. 
The man said his name was John Grieves and that he had gone to this school. My partner protested, said he had also gone to this school. He said the man didn't look like the John grieves he knew.
I told my partner to forget it so we could get him cuffed, in the car and into a cell before he did anymore damage.
So I cuffed the man. But before I could lift him up, my partner asked him what year he was from.
The man said ninety six. And my partner balled his fists, saying it was his year. He said the man was lying. The subject just seemed too sensitive for my partner.
I almost had the man in the back of the cruiser. When the principal appeared out of nowhere with the yearbook.
My partner took it off his hands before the principal could even speak, saying that he could guarantee noone with John's appearance or name would be found in there.
I told him this was unacceptable, but as he was already scanning the pages of his year I let it go.
My partner Ralph looked up, staring accusingly at the principal. He asked him where his picture was. Saying he had a yearbook at home with a clear picture of himself. The principal said that it was strange because he knew Ralph well. John our perpertrator began a very unnatural bout of giggling.
"Look at the face where yours used to be, it's mine." John grieves said.
Sure enough there was a picture of John grieves in his long fine wavy hair and demented grin looking back out of that small frame on the page. The problem was the face wasn't that of a teenager, it was his current face, as if the photo had been taken a minute ago. A man of almost thirty.
As my partner Ralph uttered angry sighs of disbelief, a tear fell from his eye.
It hit the page but instead of a drop of salty liquid, it was a dusty ball that broke into tiny feathers as it hit the paper of the yearbook. I looked up as if some kind of joke was being played on us.
The principal was sprinting away as if the pin on a grenade had been pulled. His legs moving quicker than an animal in fright. John was staring at my partner's face leaning into him to expecting something to happen. 
My partner's head suddenly jolted up and I could see the eye from which the tear came out of was bulging and white, Pulsating with a dark shape floating inside it.
Just a white colorless blob, a pouch like thing that was growing out of it. which suddenly fell onto the page.
It was a membraine with a small birdlike embryo inside it.
It pulsated as Ralph screamed and screamed.
I could feel his raspy screams coming from the back of my own throat.
I tried to calm him, but his other eye began transforming. His screaming died down as his mouth started to close up. Then I started to scream against my own will. John our suspect was inspecting the embryo with his fingers.
My scream changed tone to something more birdlike. I stopped screaming and tried to talk.
My voice reverberated like the chirping of a bird.
At this the suspect John smiled in glee. The second membraine pouch fell from Ralph's eye socket almost bouncing on the yearbook. Ralph's body slumped to the ground, the skin on his face prickly like a defeathered chicken.
I pulled my gun and tried to fire. But my finger had already started transforming.
My arms and legs weakened. I was losing consciousness. John grieves took the gun from my claw like hand and started walking away, I too slumped. The shape of John Grieves slowly exiting my closing field of vision. Everything blurred, thus I was gone before I could say goodbye. 

  

Are you that dead trunk?

 The dead trunk holds onto the healthy tree
Not dancing like the branches with the leaves on
Not shading the ground like the rest be
While the body is strong

There's one arm out skeleton and foreign
it's bark discolored patchy and lichen infested
Not truly alive yet not completely dead
How many of you out there are a dead trunk?

Sages of the mountain temples

 Sages sit between these burning fire pits in the temple
Their wisdom is tangible in lightening in their auras
Witnesses have new life in their eyes new dreams
Part ofteh truth that hunts kills and consumes demons

Sages whose life pain rages hotter like volcanic storms
These are the stoked firepits burning until sweat forms
Upon them under their warm cloaks salt and water
Their sweat now substituting their tears of years before

The villages below recieve their rain
Their lightening
And in the strong gale their laughter

Building on the high hill

 The chin is a cliff face avoiding fear
Look to the heavy rock fixed up there
Raindrops have fallen like seconds in minutes
wearing the rock face paler  cracked and finite

It is not time or rain wearing you down
Counting those miles to work car bound
And those cents off your debt a pity
Your rent in the shimmering city

Your house in that valley
In the shadow that God made
You want to build another story
That might peak over the holy shade

Build again on the high hills
Virtue catch up follow still
tangled in those fences behind us
We jumped and they fell first

Swimming in history

 short life for us to fuse it
Short midgets bathed in the classic music
swamps of  those old times touch
accumulating pride won't you speak up

switching communication styles
Almost foreign wild
Guides and keys to the locks
The boutique of flowers

Life is syrup 
wading through it
sweet every footstep forward
rhyme me until reward

Rex and the race to matrimony

 Rex ran this way and that below the willows loads
Avoiding the wooden coach wheels across the valley road 
On the low hill where the ceremony will be thrown
Mesmerizing colors of the doors and windows

Rex sprinted under the wagon missing the wheel by inches
The bride took her first step out of the wagon
The dog chomped through the stitches
Half of it left downward sadly sagging

The groom chased and chased and returned empty handed
muddy and disgraced
The priest stood alone under the pergola a look of distaste
distant barking as the wedding dog Rex continued to race

when eyes don't open

 Breathe life into this shade
I move to each empty room
vanishing sparks of life
I hold my eyes and hear the frequency

I open the window the blurry brighntess fills
What I cannot see before me
That certain light
I may only feel upon my skin

it holds me like a blanket
Permits me to walk
The bengal stick to find my way
the world in shadow

the mind in light

Fazemos oração a partir das pessoas

Fazemos oração a partir de pessoas

Pelo sagrado reinado da ação
erguendo essas vítimas das drogas, da pobreza e de si mesmas
o Invencível com empatia e compaixão
manifesta seu sacrifício

Pela mente de boa vontade e inteligência espiritual
elevando nossas vidas medíocres, reabastecendo os que estão vazios
enviando-nos adiante para acreditar na bondade que carregamos
e naquilo que podemos doar de nós mesmos aos outros

Onde está sua falsa fonte de cura?
Há quanto tempo você bebe dessa água?
Somente pelo santo reinado da ação
há alguma cura para esses tantos males

Aqueles que elevam outras pessoas
que lhes devolvem lugar e visão
com esperança e entendimento
destroem a apatia que se agarra aos seus ossos

Carlos Cabral Vieira, o ritmo de doar
na abundante Bahia onde a pobreza ainda vive
Raimunda dos Santos, cultivando e renovando pessoas
onde o caos e a adaptação têm ferrões e dentes

We make prayer from people
 
Through the sacred reign of action
raising these victims of drugs poverty and themselves
the Overpowering with empathy and compassion
his sacrifice manifest

Through the mind of good will and spiritual intelligence
raising up our mediocre lives refueling those on empty
sending us forward to believe in the goodness we carry
and that which we can give of ourselves to others

Where is your false fountain of healing?

how long have you drunken the water from there?
Only through the holy reign of action
Is there any cure for these dozen ailments

Those individuals that raise people up
That give them their place and sight
with hope and understanding
destroying the apathy that clings to your bones


Carlos cabral vieira the rhythm of giving
In the abundant Bahia where poverty still lives
Raimunda dos santos growing and renewing people
where chaos and adaption have stings and teeth

Florisvaldo-A fantasma de Cabo Bruno

 He turned down death street in rolling maverick
four cops in he back loading that abrupt mosquetao 
Hoarding the sort of hate that burns the stomach lining
That goodbye countdown window unwinding

surrounded the happy go lucky
The easy the easy just getting hard
cocaine slingers and charity beats prechurch squatter alleys
Against the wall burn the drugs pump bodies with bullets

the roar of the mosquetao to extinguish life
muddy graves no paperwork
souls grouped over that barren land
the silent samba of death

look into the eyes of Florisvaldo
the fire storm of violence coming over simpletons
dimebag dealing skinny legged youths caught with ink
No funeral just a debt of hard deep pain and grief

sweet negligence and hate easy easy simple
mesmerizing the drinker and bringing on
a string of consequences the changing colors of the opala
The barrel the order the abandoned body

The swirling void of pain and grief hidden behind vulgar music
evangelics narcotics and tittilating carnaval floats

Apothecary tongue

 I took the river walk to the apothecary
youth and elderly mixed into me saturated
tiny pills and creatures stacked in the wooden stands
distracted as we check labels some holding life together

nonnegotiable nostrum
give yourself a bill of health a reason for hope
awkwardly hobbling up the path to the next hill
With the east you pop a pill or a drop

The water in the creek is dark
Not from dirt but from depth
The strange evolution into middle age
the skin reflects the ills and years

give me these pills and creatures
who'll keep me fresh as the valley floor