Savas agasi dogum

 He grew deadly inside
Tarzan like
Toward the city of light
Teeth fanglike

Oh that tick
inside the ambition watch
a boiling coup de tat
spreading like a rash

Burning castles on the flag
The nails and blades and overconfident grins
dressed up in armor and honor and deathfear
then made naked through thundering bloodshed

Half into the cunning pool of lava
Half into the vengence obsession
boiling away between the heart and mind
Skirmishes and executions and tears of joy

Write your own ending

 God was bored so rocked the goat 
you struggling in the mirror
the motorbike´s exhaust blew out just as you feared
fat fed on festival food and a tiring career

What´s on the other side of your numbers
that you could be injected into some digital body
The human vaccine the cure and the cause
farting out like an exhaust

God was messing with the sunset one night
you with those secret colors, encrusted shame
box of sacred anxiety and the excess fumes
exhausted and immune

What´s on the other side of the mirror
sweat on your sheets curtains pulled
and target practice at security and antifrighten
exhaustion your underlined grocery list item

Sublime yourself from worry into hurry
it reverses itself like that godgiven gravity
each exhausting attempt like a horse that ran it´s last race
Your own backfiring ego attempting to save face

the lines of code falling into the toilet water
making the smooth meditational music
Now so essential for your slumber
The coping mechanism
through boredom, deadlines and numbers 

Life´s a joint

 Smoked life
now thats a spicy slab a ham
He rolled it up
the ingredients intact

The paper like a canvas
to be stained by heat and resin
and the boiling oil
south of the ember

conversations
each little talk has it´s purpose
once its done it´s done
flicked like a butt roach

Oily smoke in the present passing through the future
that tightly rolled joint collecting the gas and THC
through the remaining journey of your life
into your lungs into your brain

start coughing as you get closer to the last inch
whats the point of god we roll our own lives
you smoked it as if it were cream of the crop
as if it had meaning just to burn through it

where does that smoke go?
Does it just linger in the ether?
What manner of unfulfilled desire is life?
Is death?

Is the atrocity to leave life without asking the questions
Simply consuming and being consumed
your soul a mere reaction to it´s surroundings
No purpose beyond offspring and pleasant appearances

deny illumination

What we never learn
the prohibited information
information that our own mind denies
that our biases configure and rally
Corrupt leaders of the absent intellect

The sacred knowledge
that could ease more than one foul species of pain
that could relieve us of the audible anxiety
and the clawing nails of the past

We reject the very medicine
that would free us.

Gate way Richard

 Balancing life on a few specs of white dust
the street was empty when he wanted it that way
romance was a project and euphoria´s head swayed
in Ricardo´s shadow

The two garage doors shut tightly
but left a gap just big enough
for competent thieves and bandits
And instead of palms he planted pines

it never soothed his heart
The north of his desires
with redness and fullness
and click of tongues briefly entwined in passion

Somewhere deep in the south
rubbing sticks for a spark
Ricardo returned empty handed
His woman jekylled by his baggage

shortcuts bitter than old lemons
attempting to shed his skin
addictions turned up emaciated and convincing
invited him to coffee and got added to the wagon

Not twenty girls could heal his heart
Not a joint laced or a face of icing sugar
Gates left open for the jackal like devils
The hussling demons who´d yawn and scream

Drag on his will to live
whereas deep down the child of him frowning and neglected
Could never be satisfied
winter and his skin turned pale
summer and his skin burned like hay

Reptiles seem to survive
You thought it would revive you
the stale traditions and the afternoon clouds
meaninglessness declaring iself into the physical form
extorting gratification

Deep under that water of the afterlife Ricardo
your friends would bring you back to life
a child of living and love
The gates of your life sturdy
put back love into thin thin heart

Breath back into your lungs
 

Father water

 Your father water
your father had sons
the earth carried life
as the sun did planets

like tadpoles in the riverside muddy ditch
someone saw value in us
A god who knew us in our dreams
who prepared our brains as one does a feast

Your father trucks
and heavy transport
upon the roads of potholes
burdens and sharp curves

When I volunteered father
and I disappointed
a split second of distraction
You were there

life miniscule or majorscule
has no translation in any human language
a mere word cannot capture it
Father, thank you for life

For every bitter sadness
for every quasi epiphany
For the road and the river
and the journeys I have taken on both

apple from the tree

 you didn´t just fall out of the moulder
to be capable of shouldering
To be the kind of heir that cares
a chip of the old rolling boulder

What did I take from you
what did I give
How well can we rate the interaction
what more can we sive

what more can we conclude
is the definition true?