Sugar of the land

 They got lost in the simple game
spells are cast and realms are unknown
They come in jumbled and frightened
a waiting multitude of predators

It all seems like the sugar of the land
Yet the tongue will be cut and scored
They got lost on the roads and fields
searching for a gun, for a shield

each one came with their beautiful strategy
But the jungle was filled with a peril too many
Their codes and fancy advantages failed
So the greedy could eat

a simple game
Teeth must break flesh
blood must refresh sweetly
sugar of the land

The remains accumulate in winter leaves
so the undergrowth can return and foil the next wave
of suave naive error driven selfcertain players

Shimmering unapologetically

 You see it out and up and on the beat
See it shimmering
hunger and shame the poverties of the soul
I love the bouncy authentic lust for life

I see a reflecion and something wakes me
a shining piece of the machine I became
guilty of wanting to please
I love the bold and unapologetic essence

You could see it within sighs and the search to be complete
a deceptive path that one seems to skip along cheerily
Where I see endings and grief dealt disparagingly
Curiosity that longs to know pages

yet thick covers keep them hidden
That wrap tight the hopes and dreads
And hides them from the nosy hearts and heads

The boy who spat fire

 her kitchen was haunted you see
and at some point she didn't see her favorite child in me
I would look up next to the firewood basket
Such a distance such a well contained emptiness

at her picture of the boy blowing flames out of his mouth
Into the unknown
Into the space of void
Into the oven underneath

For all the quirks and ghosts it was the fire
unanchored spirits that tickled the late afternoon
and frosted the wee hours with snapping approaches
Her smile still warmed me as foreign as it was

whether the curse was seen on me
The patch of skin destined for ink or a scar
Her finger might point out from the afterlife
back to that painting she did

Of me blowing fire out of the void
A meal of gasoline burning the years
pure destruction the aroma and order of it
The eternal graceful gymnastics of it

Traffic lights and court cases

 He used to sit in his car banana skin between the seats
waiing for the traffic lights to change productive somewhere
electricity inside the vein working the whole day
unknown to himself less the work ethic

nostalgic praise and the admirable virtue
shaping it well into a personal piece of flattery
fitting like a key intothe hardedned ego
criminal by dusk when energy has abandoned

and threats were all a wheezing voice box could spit out
down the court steps the best years of your life
It all resumed into one moment in the sunshine
you won the day but after the liters of stress

they forced you to drink
The liters of sweat and rage that sustained your wrath
through the caged weeks into those looming result months
traffic lights stuck on red

Banana skins rotting in sunlight line through the windscreen
apple core turns dark brown and the fastfood boxes pile
If only you could just expedite this life
Like this big court reaction

The dead of the night

 It came again last night the 3am shadowness
It called me out as it does waking me
Staring into me as i would it
If I could see into the darkness

It must be smiling
It is so still
a mute child
Hellborn and defiled

observing me as I lie
sleepless on my bed
Wondering if I should feel dread
shadowness here 

It dissapates from whence it came
it's origin a bell for fear the mind so tame
The heart so wild inside this side of me
The shadowness of me

fusing with darkness
the empty hours
lost silence
life out

dead of the night

Bumped my head at midnight.

 I bumped my head at midnight so...

So hitch a law to laugh at
Go rush the beach a lover
Go grow iron throw shore hands
Do roast shoes stew mix with sure wrist 

At last the rapture came liqourice
Never a cent for the cold binoculars
Sexy yuppie In the berry fads
Some choose the music's muse

I bumped my head at midnight...

Sore hick your turn to laugh
Crush the leak Score low
Go medium go chiraz
do rooster juice staring

lost was natures self
in chore you now
obstacle in cook you there
Some Suez who was the whizz

The time machine's mirror

 sweetness unfolds and hardness is colder
the cherry cheek of the face the steel forehead
the dimples that appear smile side long
The frown that throws pessimism on us

The ages on a face it reflects and absorbs
It throws away indeed it does hoard
Contrasting the happiness glowing light
With dull and solemn frowning blight

the ages over the layers of fine skin
That wrap the bone structure head to chin
Those wrinkles that attack as year limit dwindles
The clear lustful beauty that time easily swindles

It goes like the face of a mountain on erosion
or lava flows that burst from explosions
Leaving the eyes dark and lines deep
Tears over the rough igneous seep

The hand open in the middle of the Negev

 He gave me his hand his wrist
he said he knew I listened
the sky darkened the desert quickened
Time spilling and trickling

lost to the wind searching for signs
memories of shame and great war crimes
posturing on a rocky terrace as cloud and night joined hands
He offered me an exit a saving face before the storm

Yet my eyes went to the tips of the oncoming clouds
inviting them to stir shake and open like angry crowds
To deliver flashes and deadly forks a rumbling loud
To rain and change the face of the sand below

Through soiled rags, destructive lives I grow 
I looked at him light obvious from hand flowing
The sand storm imposed now my words taken
My vision gone and life left me though I held on

under the sand tapping on the afterlife's door hoping
The only part of myself exposed was my hand open
For the greed and the desire that stacked my haughty soul
The replays and flashbacks relived to take their toll

The ruby tipped rod

 Eyes might linger as long as summer
As green as those hills do
as long as the want longer than the will
The imperfection arouses me

That alone is demonic
Invisible suffering a frost that wasn't
a deadening cold an absence of something
Intangible the shadow of a face

the apparition of a face
far off lights
an abandoned city
plagued by old spirits

That alone is demonic
Powerful legs might want for carry
Powerful arms might hug
Sensitive hearts will worry blunt ones just tug

Sooth your muse

 He sees an object
something not entirely real
A few lovely panels and a price tag
Shutting down the sigh

said he would seek
when it was your time to love
Climbing up on those expectations
Caressing the roost when it's your time to love

Love was to get you firm, like a guru would
Never giving in just to win a core crow lier
Finish die up with the corny croppers
Soon sooth your muse voilá

So heat up it's your time to love
Cross the reach to cure your love
Go veer the oar go, sure as
The ruse stirs stirs stirred

Love was forget yourself as a squirrel
never grinning out from the cork cooler
Six feet up from the lucky fussers
Son sues you lose voilá

Eleonora's

 Inside the heart is the generator
organic linked to things we seek places we delve
between faith and blood flow where do we find ourselves
ligaments and veins moving around to allow me to walk

The heart a pondering wheel
The brain forced to feel

Slowly over the sea not touching the water
like a gull on the breeze
a torpedo first time free
blinking on the radar screen

Inside the stomach digesting
expanding and contracting
bathing it all in acid
extracting the fuel

The mouth a beak
The wing speaks

Slowly over the land not touching the dirt
Like a peregrin killer outflying harriers
Toward earth tickling the sound barrier
Bearing down on prey leaving carrion

Surgery of the lie

 Heal the wound it is the brimming pain
I have seen the frugal rise
and the ostentatious dim perish
until the earth has opened up

Stitch this cut this ongoing regret
reinforce my rebirth kindle hope
Freshen my eye to this world of violence
bath me in the reality of it's ills

guide me to the path of pilgrimage
teach me sacrifice and humility
nights are dead silent yet shadows dance rapidly
Across the refugee camps inside our nightmares

Help to disassemble the illusions grand and well built
those falsities that I've celebrated as truths
Until they solidified like bars on a prison door
Keeping me well contained feeding off the lie

Now cut it out as one would an abssess
take away my need for want, need for excess
purify me in the world's one unseen
cut the lie right out of me

Premonition glaze

 He sees through the flesh
At midnight looking through your gate mesh
all of your protection illusions and folleys
He has used the night breeze to fly the valley

raging fires have surfed him in on these tides of tension
On these powderkegs and timebombs pre explosion
On these stages for glorification pre war
On the world's grim graffiti wall

He sees through the presentation agenda
The rhetoric that dresses the pure propoganda
The kickstarts the emotions of a sleepy mass
Impressed by the self aid technology hash

selfish and dwindling minds
feeble under the nonquestioning guise
leaders that have used the thread 
for their brainwash hive

Make a place for me in your heart

 Inside the hide
watching waiting
the external stimulus
The lonely people
the active egos

The loss of your attention
your silence
Little harmful habits
pet shame

that bell rings
subtle betrayal of yourself
Inside you hide from yourself
through tendencies

Ignoring the will
following the painted ones
glorifying the well shining
unknowing yourself

Invasion of Adana 2027

 Erdem and Hezarfen arrived
The gun toting
Strong against the illusions
The southern invasion of Adana

Defend these lands
Use the same ruses
in other positions
when certain use all ammunition

For they come to destroy
what you are and were
Their technology aimed
Their rhetoric rages

Don't march them out
Organize the counter
With finess and obsession to detail
triumph in the face of a world that denies

Corrupting the injured soldier

 "What is your name?"
"If I tell you, please do not try to use it against me."
"why would I do that?'
"Because we have a heavy task ahead of us. My name is Val'Zekir"
"Val as in valkyrie, is it not so?"
"Well aren't you romantic, no Val as in the valley of the dead, spring of the stix."
"What do you want from me, Rochus said you would help us wipe out the communists."
"Don't you mean the heebs?"
"Oh those too. I mean sure, I would give you my left nut if I could guarantee that."
"Really? I might still lay claim to that, could be quite the heirloom"
"Your name is Val right, your some sort of spirit. How exactly will you help me."
"Ha if only the rest were as forward as you Addy. Yes i have a list right here, some of the guys you know already, most of them you'll meet at the beer hall"
"There you go! Sound more like a Demon than a spirit, I cannot drink and I prefer to remove temptation at all costs. But give the list here"
"Okay now you have to sign it. cut your finger and sign through your blood."
"Eckhart told me about this, now you are really sounding like a Demon."
"Adolf I am a Demon, it's great doing business with you."
"Why would you trick me like that, now I have signed. I didn't want a pack with the Devil."
"Oh not the Devil Just a little bureaucrat. Although I have some pretty good resources."
"what do you mean?"
"Well the list is sacred all on the list will stay loyal, and all will help you to rise, I will give you europe, death of your Commies and Heebs and the other undesirables your fragilility cannot tolerate."
"Hey that sounds like a fucking dig, I didn't come here to be mocked. You'll all turn your backs when Im done and send me to worst corner of Hell."
"On the contrary your work will give me the authority to send you to Qliphoth where you will be a prince of destruction, but you will act under Thamiel not Satariel so just admit that people repulse you. If you want any career in hell you need to know your master."
"What if I just withdraw from this nonsense, Rochus said you might just be one big elaborate hoax."
"Look out the window there, can you see that hotel?"
"Yes what about it?"
"Watch it burn down infront of your eyes."
"You can't pull that off. How are you doing that?"
"Take the lists and join those people. Then make your own list of people you don't trust or are obstacles and eliminate them. The shell needs you, and you no longer have any need for your humanity."
"Sounds like twaddle."
"Last night you dreamed that all of your enemies would be given numbers to replace their names, then be forced into purgatory, did you not?"
"Rochus probably told you that, sounds like something I would share with him."
"Lying again, not a good look. You don't tell people about your dreams, you try to seduce them with their own ones."
"Okay so you have some psychic ability, why should I believe you."
"Follow the script, just don't invade Russia."
"Ha invade Russia...



 

Childish adults

 She turned and her face said 
I can read you better than you can read me
and it was right in my face like an insult
I closed the refridgerator door an adult

went to the sink a child
washed a few dishes for relief
and she looked at me and saw
the blatant defect unbandaged and raw

She spoke to my age
but looked at my infancy
my helplessness
her eyes laughed

I sought comfort in vessels
cups and bowls and houses
somewhere to save my own wavering spirit
Now like a post was half burnt half torn flag in the wind

Everyone is invited

 The party included all
None excluded so pariahs arrived
gossipy susan showed up
with the person she'd talk about

Red touched with pink and orange
was the insistant color of the brickwork
The streets were strewn with material
inhabitants hadn't decided ownership of

barbecue coal begged for fire
became ember and left in the ether
Drops of fat landing sizzling and ascending in flame
Rumours met confirmation and denial

Extroverts voice boxes and gestures honed
Flattered and taunted in milky proportions
trying to balance the mood of a group
slowly walking into inebriation

Afternoon overcast sky
wandering into night not in a rush
Laughter and throat cancer
Ridicule and the smell of burning meat

The hand that feeds

 Her dogs attacked her
malled her in the middle of her perfect garden
I had to jump the fence to save her
she was pretty old by the time I got there

Because it took a year just to jump the fence
By the time I carried her upstairs she was elderly
all the bruises and bite marks had long healed
There was no need to give assurances

The reward was sweet and renewed me 
The dogs who looked like savage killers
Now glistened in the second story patio
What could have provoked such a betrayal

what made them bite so ravenously 
in the garden
The bigger mystery was
how did they outlive us

Impounded

 Little plastic truck
One that fits neatly into a carpark
a reolved matter
Night is no time for driving

The lost streets that connect to main avenues
where thieves hide in the shadows
clouds are too afraid to rain
here I am running my hand over this plastic truck

now it's lost, it's been impounded
I walk empty mid morning
that piece of garbage was my spirit
I am mute as one leg goes infront of the other

When I had that plastic truck I had a destination
now all I have is the sinking feeling
That without my little plastic truck
life has no meaning.

Authenticity is an uninvited guest

 Tell your own story
one that defines you
kill the impulse to lie
with a heavy truth

That sits on the page like an uninvited guest

My airplane

She is an airplane to each place
every beach that her feet graced
Every piece of the sun she soaked up
Through every jourrney she shined

Through the cloud out of the blue
shining in every sky she flew
landing on me our life as two
eating cashews on the sand

Then the jealous peanut man
recognizes her as the airplane girl
As he crashed we took off at ease
The currents of the sea and breeze

Lifting us beyond the grey and austere
Toward and over the majestic mount aqueras
Landing in a soft green valley leaving behind the fears
She is my airplane taking us to the future

The Renewable soul

 Let me tell you about the last sixty nine thousand times I lived so you see
Listen to this story I shook and I shivered and seldom felt free
From birth to death the days curved around so the months and years could roll
All for some sacred system Our lord's own lapidation of the erroneous soul

And so I lived out those years unique and open then introverted huddled
through those repetitive lives the membraine of my universal self shuddered
warmed up thrown into the judgement hall naked and sick
Their language unknown to my ears

Keen to read out the million indiscretions, sins, the laws I at some point betrayed
The walls were gargantuan concrete wheels that turned the snap decision was made
Hurled breaking speed to be born back into a body to repeat it all again
So hear I am if you dare, take these simple words in vain

invest in some paradise dream of heaven a long leisurely eternity
eating ice cream with your wonderfully perfect dead family
on some ride you remember from coloful disney
Repeat your belief as you wake an infant renewably

The hunger

 The bar the steel
the transformation
the pump the curl
the arousal

The call the effort
the sweat the overcoming
from the gut to the muscle
gut to muscle

Breath is trapped
then eases out in difficult gasps
the weight lifts then descends
repeating until flesh is hardened

decades pass the fat is destroyed
converted into durable muscle
The appetite grows
I see an edible world

A shift in the wind

 A shift in the wind
A force from within
A life coming through
Changing the world

A shift in the breeze
Tides slowed and something released
Something formed in ease
wanting to live pulling through

It attached and pulsated
Desiring existence
Ambitions to breathe
Opening womb with genetic keys

The machine of machines
biological and uncontrollable
making little leaps
growing into belief

Eden abandoned

 I done Eden at the end of last century
The random hills the early frosts
My footsteps on your octogon
Blue skins to Saint Clair

The bare cold mountains
I have touched mount Watkin
I have met the seacliff ghosts
breathed the salt air

The hoards of birds
weathering the dry entry
to bipolar winter frosting the edges
of silvery brown rivers to bucklands

At night I observed the mad remnants
Of those unfortunate souls 
Who emerged from death at night

In the hawkesbury grounds
Old Cherry farm abandoned
Flickering streetlights where noone lived anymore
Except me and the forgotten insanity in the old empty buildings

Lest you remember the Maxim

 The blistering machine gun revolves inside itself
pushing out molten ammunition upon our path ahead
I can hear the striking metal penetrate the ground
We can feel the tremble of thumping earth our future peril

The harsh ear breaking crackle
the odd round flying over our nest
flicking turf into our eyes flies and pests
whizzing lead wasps looking for flesh to embedd within

The rattle as the last rounds leave the chamber
the hiss and steam as they splash water over it
The cooling off connecting belts and oiling
Spilling blood across the soil and recoiling

We jump from our bomb hole to seize the next trench
But the belt has reconnected the chamber lights up
We stop and aim in that split second the afterlife calls
Those lead wasps burrow into us severing bone and organ

souls robbed before we hit the littered ground
Our mortal remains nothing more than fertilizer
as the coming boomers will wave poppies
and sing lest we forget

But the machine gun lives on
and has long forgotten the death sent
giving life to a trillion lead wasps 
who seek skin, seek end

Down the road from grotto crossing

 Their family house was open to the street
all were welcome for it was a special day
It was forhoorayday and along that narrow sreet
restless neighbors crawl over smiles and greetings

Fat grandmothers and skinny grandfathers joke
prepare meals for the unconscious children
Who believe the easy ideas and uncommon sense
That flows through the lines

Houseplants and picnic tables
Anecdotes told a thousand times over
early hilarity smooth condensed milk familiarity
The damp shady car entrance

Far from scheduled public traffic
But close to cave rivers too wide to jump
taxed by dwarf toll agents that look back
at the happy family up the street

The bus fare was too expensive

 Orismar out of Maranhao
Brothers and sisters that still hold on
one day he may return not the wanderer
But someone known unto himself

He forgot his own birthday
and lost his personal items
He begs on the street exposed
Working hard abandoned

Getting taken out of private property
Like his family expelled him
Forced him to make a life somewhere else
Losing himself unknown in his mind

City to city lost to the wind
Lonliness feasting on him like the cold
eating his warmth and trying his soul
He looks up early blueness still smiling

They look upon him a vagrant
which he verily is
In a bigoted land he is gay
Racist eyes see he is black

He may never be someone
yet be more than us
Misery in the mind
he conquers with a smile

Our nagging thoughts
don't compare to insect bites
A lonely park
No mercy to this boy

A world that consumes
ignores and disapproves
poverty the abomination
the poorest to be discarded

Old Batts

 Black dog tried to calm the three of them
Their insanity present in words spoken
pouring all over the walls and floors swelling
Into the ears of frightened human dwellers

Mathmatics would tell secrets and rumours
Cypocryphy the accurate forecaster of storms looming
And Jerusalem the reciter of perfect scripture outloud said
Blackdog to wake them, feed them and put them to bed

Thus was their lot in Tennesee
instead of moving they settled
letting foul phantoms be
and how they stirred hell

Because walls spoke and rang like bells
screamed and cursed night long in the abode
stopping and starting like morse code
Jack junior it protected

Jack senior it hexed
So they all blamed old Batts
whose difficult life would inspire grief
whoever said it was a witch?

Savor breakfast

 Spread a piece of it upon the melting morning
Your lack of understanding sweetest jelly forming
Not so easily topped yet it softens
Under this sun thus so often

working to light up pavements and lawns
Spread the games you play out toward dawn
Morning still myth ready to explode dreams
Sweet silent gestures unnoticed gleams

The dryness and the wetness adored
Humaness spread cross the floor
The definition of breakfast under sun
butter milky melting honey

The urge to live as darkness retreats unchecked
Day rises and begins we inside are trapped insects
getting stuck in the melted butter and Jam
When a dark coffee satisfies who I am

Father I fell over the sun on my way in

 I've fallen over the sun
It wasn't at play father
It was by accident mom
Now I'm overcast and in her bedroom

I'm through the glass like that glare
That exists when a nuke opens
That hindered shine enshroud
The explosion behind cloud

I've fallen out of my cot and lie sore
headfirst ejected onto the hardwood floor
Suddenly here in this primitive surrounding
between people whose opinions of themselves astound

something threw me from the sunset
And I fell should I have been given a helmet
Sent me unprepared an absurd wingless cherub
bloody still wearing a piece of the umbilical cord

They come wearing their fine cloth and badges
to mock me hoards their mouths jagged
scorn me in their perfect droves
Organized in positions offensive rows

I fell from the stadium
how'd they get here to the bleachers
here they still jeer me within reach
I can find the rhythm in their sweet lie

I can't fall for it though
In lines and rows they evacuate
obedient and dull eyed sealed fates
shining just a little too brightly

Ferry to Perdition

 Across the moor
the bucket oars fall in
the long canoe drifts in silence
It's the only animal visible

A human heart and an urge
to get to the otherside of the land
Trick the madness that amasses in the temples
of the human head

The fog spins like cotton in the weave
And darkness forgives us light
We enter the boat and hear distant splashes
Something fell in

The moor rests silent again
as if nothing had ever happened
The ferry man hands us oars
tells us to sit tells us to row

But where are our bodies
Where are our bodies as the oars dip 
roll and swirl through 
just to pick up and dive through again

Smooth pitch black penitence
Something glides above us in the dark
Is it connected to wings or some long neck
The shore across seems an eternity

The oars follow through 
Whistling ghost bodies all we have
Now somewhere over the deepest stretch
where illuminated creatures swim far beneath

The ones that decided the rowing wasn't worth it
Ones that have already adpated to some other existance

The skin of the lake

 On the jetty
the blades of the waves hold gold
The reeds and the weeds fold wild
Into the water the red wine tincture

making the lake floor unseeable
and the Long slithering things that live
Just below those golden blades
Water's sensual rejoice toward the sky

The gray worn slats of the jetty
jutting out awkwardly into the spill
The wind skipping and pushing the small waves
The surface beautifully wrinkled 

The breeze drenched as it crosses the lake
No feet or weight to make it sink
just rolling and capturing and brushing
Cooling the cheek of the onlooker

The death of Mortimer

 Their lives were closed and packed in the bags
carted off on a coach to some western border
Destiny unknown chaos in the sovereign land
The hopelessness of inexperience

Kingdom intact requires a lionheart
with all angles and all powers against him
Just the few competent masters to hold him up
Push him forward help him uncover glory

Those first to Halidon hill
Patient upon the high ground 
Under attack by the desperate
A victory was nothing more than a claim

To greener pastures
And a secure court

Shadow loomer

 the shadow loomer
corner of the eye
you look it's gone
The hidden little spy

presence in your space
track it with your sight
you cannot see it directly
Yet you stare into it

the invisible nature of the world
thousands of fleshless creatures observe your daily life
sailing into and out of your homes through dimensions
You cannot identify their existance

The painter of end times

 Her inifnite gaze
She put down the demon with prejudice and ease
she sought it in the castle of our lost descendents
she sought it upon the open fields where our own plebish blood tilled
she found it upon the city spires and called it down with chants ancient and profane

she had the power to conjure the grinner from the checkerboards of hell
just to chew it up with the same thousand curses we underwent to be here today
from the dawns of centuries past enduring our need to brutalize
She brushstroked the weapons we needed to destroy the fiend with
reach it in the dark where it waits to assail us, crush it's grin, move right in
Why verily she slayed moving on cloud and sonolent sails into the netherworld

Giving them no peace and raging into their own realm with no fear of the consequence
Coming upon the forbidden walls between their realities and hunting them down
The blade of her brush the infinite gaze of creation reaping them down
using their sewage solid corpses for compost I witnessed her standing on the hill
ushering in the destructive times ahead how these years twist with pandemics
selfishness we have never witnessed ever in hsitory before

Moving past the wand .
Hovering over their laws
reaping their heads off
Pulling us from the raging waters
from whence we drowned a million times fore here.

Her infinite gaze. eternal vision.
flesh could not hold her back she the sorceror
she saw through the sunset gull crying omens of new
She tied and bound the hill witches above
She sent the wayward souls into her machete dolls
She embraced the true God through nature
Her power guides forever

Back to life.  one millenia.  Deep power

Holy holy fire

 Fires awaken inside
The sky is where killer drones ride
They solidify bone and twitch muscle
Forcing the weak and lifeless into hustle
Fires cleanse erasing the humm
Missiles guidance system rule of thumb
Incinerating it completely
Until it is cabonized and empty

Higher forsaken city wide
Fires take flight and ride
They ratify the throne in bewitched husting
Streets of napalm that once were bustling
Wire fences phases for humans
In great camps of extended doom
Obliterating their land of plenty
Until it is carbonized and empty

Flames embrace each step alive
onward through the grey lifeless expanse burning holy holy fire
Burning holy holy
Burning holy fire

Dull swamp ghost

 The dull ghost inhabited
corner of the swamp
midnight leaks
silence over all

It walks over dank waters
noiselessly in tight grace
Perfume rolls off the higher trees
Eyes of bats absorbing it all in

The moon becomes unobscured and comes
It's shine orders the reeds and long grass
opening paths for greedy serpents
One side of the swamp to the other

silence uses the moon
Thick and supernatural
Then a splash
something leaves existence

The hoard of spirits emerge from the mud 
seeking empty abodes from which to roam
early hours manifesting through air and stench
They wreak fear onto the night street

Those dead in the silence of the swamp
Under the bilge
Under the rot
Cooking from hell

Regain the Mojo

 my mojo sank this morning
The bald elderly future version 
came to visit in the early morning
Took a few grams of lively away

I had to tie it altogether
Build myself back up
Borrow some wasted energy from my own past
unhappy at being taxed by the future

mojo sank and another wrinkle formed
Another question of purpose
another tool to sharpen
A fuse to replace

So I kept my head up to the cool blue
coffee jar empty stomach not hungry
moving with no legs it appears
yet indeed I have them

Just need to get that mojo back
drained off by dawn sleep chaos
The chatter of a crazy night
I need to raise my eyes

They handed us c4

 They handed us an explosive
we had nowhere to hide
we were inside a small cave near
the sewer drain

They had found us
Now we were dead
soon to be enclosed in an explosion
Each moment surreal

The outset of a hallucination
Unfolding into the death 
The separation of life from flesh
Just stained shrapnel

whizzing into whatever is left of the day
A reality we are now locked out of
caged windowed looking out
only tasting a new envy for the living

Mentee!

 He came to the old house
Paint thick on the antique doors
Attempted protection hidden nostalgia
his walk was protection his life a chore

Conveyor belts along corridors
lazy legs appreciate not having to move
Uniforms radiate values nonexistant
Formal symbols of what the heart should contain

at the end of the corridor is middle age
The feeling one has done everything humanly possible
An elaborate lie designed and perfected by habit and fantasy
Until he opens the door between career and sensuality

An admirer shares his disgusting appetite for sarcasm
The obvious familiarity of family stand the unpolished trophy
A weight of pride if nothing else a collectible braggable piece of kit
whereas the new toy manipulates his ego

The old house has a slight odor of mould
For the simple maintenence that this man performed
was now neglected as was wife and children
For the satisfaction of one man, himself

Bir ömürde hepsi Anne(all in a lifetime)

 Mother

A life time a storm of years fall of months drop of days
The garden morphs dives upward over the decade
Makes you forget all that burden weight
Decorates itself with it's own color
perfumes itself with it's own aroma

regenerating slipping into winter
Pregnant back into the front room
spring's sun moving
two sons growing

She looked up to the man's head hill
Mostly sunset's last slice
and said they should have invented a pill by now
To replace food

I imagined a strange pill
and becoming thinner
Life's expectations are often on the plate
One moment your planning then blam it's fate

Many you've known unreachable now
many too close and some too far away
All in a life time, don't fight the diary
confide in it

The fragment reflecting

 Oh how the truth is just a peak
how much you could say if only you'd speak
Muted the imagination is territory
yet to be won yet crawling with resourses

You see youself in someone else
Look in heart lo love so slack
this mirror we wear glass at the back
glancing back at ourselves distracted

unknown is promise infinite
and yet after all it is unknowable
search through desire and come up empty
Oh the road undiscovered blood not bled

lone grains of sugar
melting in sunlight
truth is just a peak
then you look at the mirror

a piece of yourself
in the pull and push
A heavy cosmos
weightless space

Alone on that planet

 They've left my son in the factory
The earth stood still
Playing with his halo
eden's snake and Eve's apple

Confusion they painted the world with
Colored in stupidity
and deep turqoise addiction
I'd like to hear you slurp the opiate

before you blurt out your sermon
Outstay your welcome
attract some poltergeist demon
to inhabit the syndrome

medication couldn't fix
eye to eye explain death to me now
skating on the fantasies
mere plagerists floating on the chaos of their own misplaced egos

In the cape behind the sun
Seeking the breast of comfort
The infant huddle lost lips and empty stomach
They've left my son alone down in the factory

They painted the surface of the land
In lines of order and circles of chaos
Blaming others for their burdens
Humans are just selfish machines

Burning theater

 Through the darkness
I could taste and smell the smoke
Through the fire of the curtains
and the house in conflagration

the heat under my nails
The electricity moving through piece by piece
The wall paper incinerates
The flames illuminate the dark void

Alive through eons of pain
Eyes open reflections in embers
I hold on a child beguiled in the backdraft
Thrown by firestorm of brimstone

The gargantuan traumas
mountain agony
The fire dies down and the blackness returns
I am alive

I walk the stage
Just to test the audience's faith

The myth of neverland

 we spent our lives anticipating
On top of rocks at sunset
at our cousin's house a prolonged joke
The afternoon of great events

Dreaming of one moment
a defining second that would freeze our lives
Redeem us from shame guilt and pride
give us pure light

We'd stay up thinking about it
some lost sense that we needed to feel
Like hollow vessels we never did
The longing never fulfilled

How much twisting of a craving
sprouts the seed within our minds
prodding us like cattle to believe
in the intangible

Fly disobedient arrow

 A lonely world there you say
a foreign sky passes over
friendship less tangible
I'd send piece of my heart

arrow disobedient for good
reaches the tradewinds lifting
where no man breathes
into the grass old men blessed

Walking in silence at the base of the world
Where compassion is learned amid sarcasm
Where my own body grew and advanced forward
Take this piece of heart this arrow and stoke tomorrow

A lonely world indeed out here
take this handful of intention to see you well
to shield you from depression and anxiety
to filter their lies from the vessels of our minds

Overthrow their low thought
Head up and forward, I read your face
Take from me my word my faith my grace
Prosper despite their want for pride and shame

The food of Poverty

 Poverty was overfed
 wealth was hunger enhanced
A child whose legs were thin
couldn't feel autumn's dance

couldn't hear the scorn of it's call
Busy picking corn too tall for him
wealth looked like famine and unease 
poverty was a decadent feast

Boy wasn't told he needed to read
Just given a sack and some shears
to harvest the yard crops no cares
before the day of eviction

Couldn't hear the malevolent wind
Frost and blizzard it's prediction
Stripping husks down no afflictions
peeling through the days

His precious blood kept the body red but tendons slack
the freeze worked into the walls claiming the shack
right through his frame and without a flame
Cold robbed him next to the unlit coal 

His attempt at existence
his God given soul

Don't bother immigrating

 The dreamer relaxes in lost days
swallowed whole by the longing
Lost in a world where love is illusive
the struggle everywhere

Discontented on empty human boxes 
wishing for the future
Praying in the abandoned junkyards
emptiness has it's charm

Centuries of anchoring
people who prefer to be adrift
On a path somewhere 
that promises freedom

balance and neglect

 I see everything tipped on one angle
swinging one way
Is there no opposing force
No reistance

Pulling her arm down
The tray empty
Her blindfold loosens
The sword cuts

The horizontal length
Is not straight or even
In this void of order
Roots of mal intent take

Not the sun nor prayer can kill
Just balance
just order
just the straight lines of civilization