sábado, 17 de maio de 2025

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 capuring and brushing
Cooling the cheek of the onlooker


quinta-feira, 15 de maio de 2025

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

terça-feira, 13 de maio de 2025

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

domingo, 11 de maio de 2025

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


sábado, 10 de maio de 2025

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

quinta-feira, 8 de maio de 2025

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

terça-feira, 6 de maio de 2025

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

domingo, 4 de maio de 2025

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

sexta-feira, 2 de maio de 2025

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

quinta-feira, 1 de maio de 2025

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