Warm blood in the cardiovascular tunnels Channeling and funneling through veins. Deranging, un-training, changing, and unchaining, The self-seeded shackles of my brain. Swishing triumphant footsteps in puddles of mud Ruddy-red rain-drops staining my bed. At one time, my head heavier than lead, But instead I've let go of the weight, And wait! I've slowly halted the drowsy draperies Blindfolding creative synergy and energy. Shiny bling-bling diamonds in my eyes, Finally realizing the tides are playing Tick-tack-toe with my strained eyeballs. Uncovering a lucky 4-leaf clover amidst A dragon's lair of bone-studded cave-floor. The coven of State, Religion, and Science Cut away with a tomahawk of silence On a new-found path of self-reliance And defiance of all standing in my way. New days, new faces, new ways, No traces relayed to the beds left un-laid. No dues left to pay to the endangered prey Of corporate-crustacean coalition. Whistling my new songs of solemnity and singularity, The essensual tunes of swooning New Moon(s). __________________________________________________________ A slithering serpent in the grass, Alas, amassed glass of fragile trash. Red-dress clash with an orangish sash, Proven politcally correct and plundered fast. Neurotic notion, love's ocean of potions, Contortion of crimson emotional abortion. Cream-colored clothing covering stained skin, A war unwittingly waged, a warrantless win, The caged blazing boar-breath and brandishing arms, Alarmed at the charms the Goddess adorned, Attempting to tempt the tolerant trees, Breeze flew by like leaves on waxed-skis. Skun knees alleve the pain in my pride, Like skies opening freely before my closed eyes. A tantrum-tear cried to the cast-iron pan, Fried to the atmoshphere assumed to withstand The luxorious life, the wife and the house, Door-mouse, froth-mouthed, blood-covered blouse. Calamnity struck like a lightening bolt blown From sky-high electricians, seems left unsewn A Priestess's throne, untaken, alone Until the light lit the night, And delight was well shown. __________________________________________________________ An amorphous Muse, Amused, but used and abused. Ransacking Psyche's closet For a new pair of shoes. Concrete formulated truths. Slipping back behind the wall The veil of ether(ic) Watching the world from without Breathing the breath of creation From exatled stationary turnstiles. Train-track traffic of harmonic display, The all-pervading bartering of Polarized ions and electrons. Here, have some Positive! I'd like (need), or otherwise could use Some of your Negative! Thank-you kindly, sweet-pole-soul! I'll cherish the treasure! ____________________________________________________________ Sailing open seas on a fleet of runaway ships, Friend-ships, Relation-ships, and Partner-ships. Why so many ships to house the same ends? Why so many houses to seclude oneself in? I'm so seas-sick from these fluctuating boats, With waters so torrent – a wonder I'm afloat. I'm thinking of casually saying "Fuck this shit!" Plunging myself-headfirst into the sea, To be my own boat, an independent vessel, To sail free in the breeze. __________________________________________________________ Tick tock? Of a saddened clock... Hoarding goods at the boarding dock, All abourd! The captain delivers, Out of monotony and fall-born shivers. Equipped with a quiver of arrows to fell The largest of game in this Game of Hell, A swelling dwelling of drugdgery for slaves, Enslaved by serpants surrounding the cave, Entrance blocked, the door is locked, The gun is cocked, and I check the clock. Half past three, so she says to me, Time to traverse my miseries. No way out, or so it seems, But freedom from inside, fervently screams, Jumps to the front, of my throat, like a boat, Floating atop half-formed thoughts of book notes. Chop-chop, goes the axe in my hand Hand-in-hand, it's all been planned, A great big circle, a test for the best, Who's who? And those left are the rest. Sarcastically I jest, about the cosmically Karmically interdependance of mind. What do I know after all? But hunches, intuition... something I've felt, If one thing I be called, let it be brave, For I play my cards as they've been dealt. ___________________________________________________________ Quivering and shivering of cold-hardend limbs, Goose-bumps emerge from underneath skin, Contemplating an emotional food-bank To feed on at will, or when compelled without cause A stock-pile of unfelt feelings - head reeling, Sacks upon sacks of abundant Built up, overflowing madness. Drawing on strength alone to cope with The severity of solitude of a soldier Waging war against the mind and the so-called standards. Bland-ness is all it brings me. Too late to turn back now, I've seen far too much, I know the abuse being infused from Their touch. Suspended in midair, where to now!? It's easy to see clearly, but to make a move; A completely seperated story. Trusing life itself alone; existence my own-ly proof, Keepingg thy head aloof and the body subdued... Sometimes. __________________________________________________________ Under the faint-half-grip of unconsoled humanity, Scrounging for bites to eat out of sheer scrutiny, Whistling at whimpered whispers amongst the starving flesh, You guessed right, a severed limb on top of torn-free skin. Sad songs sung solemnly, a race against time Bound and hung half-heartledly by the existence of mine. Sit back, swig fast, watch the your doll-house world crash down In smoldering smitherines of cemented walls and machines. Screaming out internally, inferno of immense friction-ized inertia. A blade tightly gripped, blood-stained lips, equipped With none less than my mind, but stripped Of self, of life, of drive. Our only hope - to sweetly die. Amongst ashes of burnt buildings and searing souls. Scolded for rations taken without need, Now bent to my knees, I plead as I bleed. Why? What for? This makes little sense to me. Amongst this half-assed grip of humanity. Flutter away like a butterfly, Skies the limit without sadness. Rashness, crassness, a flood-storm of badness One weapon to fight with, one tool thus constructed, A mind (a spirit) - I shall be uneffected. ___________________________________________________________ Bare-handed playing with fire, Flames lick the tips of my fingers, Like a tongue on the lips of a lover. Unclothed at the beckoning of combustion. Trusting the fusion of flickering light. The pain – but an illusion against the night, Set apart like poles on a magnet, Fragments of themselves melding into one another Until at last no difference can be seen Behind the scenes, a lifting screen, The duality's become unity. Opening clenched fists to the Feeding force of life-times lost. Bathing and basking in benevolence. Releasing tensed, taught (tought?) muscles To relaxation in the midst of the mundane. Dancing with the flames for the self-fulfilled thrill It's hard to be burnt with water as a friend. __________________________________________________________ Manifold of like-minded metamorphosis, Long-term masters of masking the obvious. Cranking gears like wheels of tears Leaving that passed in the past As a bound book never to be read. Composing new melodies Straight from the fiery heart, Not so much for a reason, But more so for the art. A single thought to keep running on (with) Like gasoline for thirsty engines, Oxygen for a smoke-filled lung. __________________________________________________________ Counting prior-made promises on the fingers of one hand, Squaring away deals I've dreaded for long to seal. Daring to dip my toes into the shallow glass-sheet freezing stream, Screaming unto and through me, "Please, accept for what I am!" All is a gift, given graciously but cannot be steadfastly seen Without the intuition and brief belief of a dreamer. Musical staggerings swaying my soft-putty body to and fro, A balance between distance, action, and forever ongoing procession. Liable to put cards on the table and bluff until my pale face is blue, Why? Because persistance pushes the limits to yet-uncharted territory. New waters for the bouyant boat to behold, new compostions of creation And old stories to be told. Excreting silver-cord calcite strings Into eternity to secure my sufficient postion of here and now. ____________________________________________________________ Perplexion. Pummeled by connection with perfection. Swallowing stranger feelings than My mind has ever known. Swiftly shown the light, Not expecting it that night (or possibly ever). But the Goddess was (is) gracious, And bestowed a load I was heavily hesitant to ask for. I am grateful. I am . Sensations of heart-beat hunger, A thick layer of longing Tied fast to uncertainties. What in the name of Pan do I do? Sit tight and smile; or pursue? I fear following (defining) might break this newfound fragile magic, Ending tragic. Do I think so, only out of habit? What's the name of the game to be played in this rain? Supposing sequentially patience is what's needed. However, when embraced with such enormity, Often, mindset seems to change; It just may drive one cuckoo-crazy, Ready to drop the rock of the past, fling it fast, And plunge headfirst and wholeheartedly into An uncertain unknown future; regardless of the terms and conditons. I've often prayed for new days; are these it? Or just another trick of time's procession and false-called evolution. I don't want to up my hopes only to have them broke, But I also don't want to sit around wondering what might be And wallowing in the eternity of monotony that I've found myself in for so long. Gaia, beauty, please place my heart at ease, For it's frolicking faster than hurricane seas. I do not want to break this mirror; The reflection I see in those eyes, But I also don't want to lie to myself or anyone else, And pretend I (don't) feel something, I do. Oh my fuck… such a divine contradiction, For love to be so wonderful yet equally unnerving. Powerful. I guess I'm just a playful, yet serious, and essentially curious cat, That is trying to learn more of the future before it comes to that…. My soul's missed you for so long, Where have you been!?!? I'm so fucking thankful I've met you again! ___________________________________________________________ It's dinner time, lets dine! Break off a stiff piece of stale bread, And we'll share a bottle of wine And sip from an amber apotecary bottle Of potent distilled poison. Candle wax drips on my tongue Slides into. Settling and solidifying in my lungs. Hoarding baskets of berries To stain my skin in ceremony When the nightime moon is high and full Dancing ecstatic and erratically around And bonfire of erotic flame intercourse. Cackling like a coyote, laughing in Unison with the cosmos. Hahahahaha... So much fun to be an animal again!! ___________________________________________________________ Midday sun penetrating my pores, Burning off the frost-bite blisters and sores. Smelling the sweetness of another's presence Impregnating my nostrils with flowery presents. Such energy seeded the womb of my mind, Growing, evolving over finely-strung time. Giving birth to the raging flame of something (everything!) Expecting nothing, asking nothing, taking nothing. Merely floating here on my cloud; Proud and allowed. Did I say that aloud? Tantalizing tantrum lips that quiver against mine, K-k-kissing, I think… I stutter… I find! "What a beautiful face, I’ve found in this place…" As I purge 'that which is not me' into eternity Grasping the key that unlocked this mystery Overwhelmed by the Pandora's box procession, Of love and of pain. Yes sir, I think I'll take that for lunch! I'll eat what is mine and not a scrap More-or-so, meager morsels? Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! I'll hold that hand 'til it falls tingling asleep, For nothing in this world is merely mine, to keep. So I'll enjoy the ride; the turning tide(s); And calmly forget that I've ever cried. All smiles now. Beaming and gleaming. ___________________________________________________________ Totality - a torture To be attained through tainted pains, Under umbrellas as it rains. Gravity force, a work horse, Crushing down on misplaced hands Hooves of betterment, retirement From forbidden functionality. Partially produced through poetic proverbs And blurbs of blindness uncontained. Fences to keep bodies out But feelings to seep easily through. Eluding the entrance gate for fear of It being locked; bolted rusty shut. Cackling mad laughter in the Far buried corners of my brain. Forebearer of newborn notions On-switch of the (e)motion machine. ____________________________________________________________ Gratuitous and gracious, Gratification, satisfaction = gratifaction! A solar barbeque steaming Sweet potatoes in my stomach. Fleeting flickers of fireflies? Baby bands of butterflies? Sighs of interconnected contentedness, Swim-(s)wishing fish in seas of bliss. Coven of clouds circle around A grove of gaseous particals. Sanctifying this space; the distance Reforming resitance into persistance. Conversing in whispers, less brittle glass shatter Bringing only to the table, myself dressed in tatters. Nothing more or less. I am as I am. I try, and I can. My flip-flop plans tucked into tin cans. Worshipping only minute moments That cut like swords through the fabric of time. Resewing playful patchwork into the gaps. Who says our future cannot be created? 'Tis a fact, free-tree-flower, but misunderstated!!! ___________________________________________________________ A mental block, transposed to a verbal hesitance So many words all jumbled into puzzle pieces To put them all in their places? I miss, I think. Or do I? Suddenly all-seeming strange. A position unplayed as of yet, I believe Yet relieving while also being unknown. Unshown to me, but lately. Elately? Sedate. A supposed professional actor, Yet caught by surprise By this ad-lib before my eyes. Willing to wing it, as always Wanting to push invisible buttons Desiring patience but severely unyielding. But what's the rush? For what? Why? I see no end. I see eternity. Contradicting my built-in personality. But I AM happy. All that matters In these cluttering clatters. Toying like children with rope To tie or not to tie A (k)not? My head feels so funny!!! Like worms crawling through brain matter, Shitting serenity in clever crevices. ____________________________________________________________ Worshipping wind-sung whispers, Behind curtains, curtailed, crispy. Slung across shoulders, bags of burden Uncertain of circumstance and glances retroverted. Begging a lack of discordance and hope For fluctuating tides of turmoil toiling. The concrete blocks are here, at our sobbing feet, Let us create as we wish and permeate. No? Si? A silly-fied yet serious game we all play, Conserving weakness to be bent at future's beckon, Can we not fuck that feature? That prolonged premonition? I know not... I ask in desperation and severe elation Of something. Questioning all a soul can know To and fro, above and below, No ground unseen or uncovered Shuddering at the shivers of shrugging other(s). Clapping an applause to applesauce and chaos For what have we now, more than such? Bleeding crude oil pain from my veins, But not seeking comfort in dire restraint, Cocking my indented head to the side, Just to catch a quick glance at what resides, In the houses of holy, unabided, untimed. Slime. Rhyme. Mine. You?!? ____________________________________________________________ Brain-cocked and lost, A tribal tribulation with costs. Crossed the bridge, the wall is next, Still fighting fearlessly against insufficient text. A word? A bird with wings to fly away (with)? Nibbling nonsense with ferrocious fangs, Trying not to bite to hard, Less a pit be concealed and break My pretty teeth to smitherines. Revealing, unconcealing trivialities, Broken pieces of orange-bite citrus leavings. Crossing corners and four-ways of freedom, Confused, sometimes, at what road to take. I'll take them all and never fall! Confidence brews this beast with which now you speak, Overconfidence? Is there such a thing? Intent being key to release one from misery. Squaring away poker deals done and payed, Conscious past relayed and replayed constantly, Trying to coerce a feeble fault into being, But not letting living get the best of me and mine. Life; a gift, a snow drift of sufficiency. Squinting eyes at bright lights before my eyes, Uncried tears and unfelt fears. A plunge into the cold, cruel ocean, A soal desires, to continue conspiring, And writing instead of whining (wining!), Climbing a crevice-slope with crutches. I'll make it to the top, no matter how Many or few times alowances are imbued. A clue-in to truancy of vagrant vacancy, Vibrant virtuous and relative.
