- My RubyRed Toothbrush -

- Reflection -

Field of vision broken
train of thoughts
locked in lotus position
stuck in time and space
but never has one
felt so free
such liberation
daily conflicts between
man and beast
its a struggle to eat
the ends never meet
but I hear Him calling me
always fixed on my mind
heart swells with love
life-energy that pumps
out of a thin veil of
deulsion between Us and
Them
gives birth to tomatos
oranges
appels
flowers
buds
sugars
perfect and let alone
the blood of Mother
Nature comes from
an unseen essence
God is on the other side
of whats right in front of
us in every direction
every corner of
empty space

 

- Winter Gear -

Treat the buttons like soft lips
teeth shine and they are closer than
they appear
breathe on with the future over
corner stores and drug shops
sliding in to take cover from the
frozen rain
snow built up I got my pants wet
and I fell into the sinking chair
relax I will treat you like a flower
like an old woman who as a child
used to play with an oak tree
but the oak tree was cut down
into peices and the girl came back
to plant a seed
germinate and eat the sun drops
that sparkle on the inside view
just put on sun glasses
black burning my skin
and forget my mothers sing song
sing along rhyme
yes so, relax, shift straight to 3
and glide in neutral passing
through the overhanging dead trees -

 

- Blu Button -

Red noses and his face was redder than mine
Since the wind never seems to let it up when the air is by the river
And the frustration bubbling where the tension line may snap at
Any moment, maybe this one, maybe this one
Maybe not so keep moving around the back of your trailer nothing
To see here people just what do you really want anyway?
Where is aisle 5 I never been here man? That way, to the back left
It is what you want, or do you need it? Not really, I guess, I
Wont really miss it but he might. Jesus that must be uncomfortable!
Grab it, shut the door. Never mind it, doors tend to shut themselves
These days just like tension lines snap themselves
No outside force is apparently necessary for this device ha ha! I
Figured something out on my own for once! But
That's never enough for them is it?
"….the blue button you waste of life." I don't see any fucking
Blue button!
Oh, that's why! Ha ha it's a square –
No, no, that's backwards, put it down! Ok were back on
Track not quite on point but they always fall below my girls anyway. Glance
To the farthest possible decimal dot but its blocked something is
In my way I just want to thank Allah for His patience of course
That isn't going to happen because this is never my day
Always the laughter though it's not quite all that funny is it
What I think it is? Why would I park out front of a police station? I
Guess these things have to happen every couple of years I mean
After all it keeps the balance off which is good when your measuring in
Units of cosmic waves and upside down circuit boards
So yea, lets get this shit started
Turn it over babe come on you know I love it again and again
I cant believe we are that wet and there is ice under my feet
Asshole!!! Eh, whatever he'll get what's coming to her
Light that and breathe in breathe
Out the smoke its over

 

- Snowflakes -

topical anesthetic
powder white cosmetic
shine sodium fluoride
salty cut hydrochloride
kerosene solvent
sodium bicarbonate
soda fizz bubble ammonia
insufflation first burn
calm soothe fragrant
stimulate nervous flow
stimuli response fraction
of a second blurry
mind fuzz drip dry 3rd
eye blinks thrice
over bloodshot time
crystalline tropane
alkaloid is the
worst high sum sum
up the lies shakey
hands dropped eyes
frozen medicine
anesthesia smoke
too much bump bump
delerious amnesia
topical anesthetic
powder white cosmetic
shine sodium fluoride
shiney shiney shiney

 

- Mexicali & Inevitable Answer -

Underground stations always make for some fine passing
moments in absurdity, especially when you have no where
to go at 07:00am and you take your time walking through
the early morning rush. How Marta moved that morning
was a typical expression of her general discomfort here,
a city life didnt quite match her taste. Breezing past
faces struck with many different expression the
nonchalant fluid motion of her steady ascencsion
towards daylight may have caught the eye's of a few
hurried suits, possibly some college boys. Going agianst
the grain she glanced breifly at the station's multi-
colored tile walls, which passed out of sight as she
entered the first lower floor Market East.
So she bought a pack of cigarettes and decided to
exit on Filbert St, luck would make sure today that
several cab's parked front and center by the Greyhound
Bus terminal to keep movers dry during the rainy season.
Wind is always in abundance by the river, ice and sleet
tend to make our days.
Marta put her big black sunglasses on to hide what
obvious emotion was bubbling behind her eyes, lit one
of her fresh smokes and auto-dialed slot 2 on her
cell phone.
"Hello?" came the heavy voice on the other side.
"Hello? Christian? Christian, it's Marta.
"Marta, you made it? You in the city?"
"Yea..." she said softly.
"Ok, I guess your taking a taxi, I can meet you back
at the house in about 20 minutes. Alright?"
"Yea...yea ok, I be there."
"I hope so...bye Marta."
"Bye." she said and closed her phone, sliding it back
into her light brown bag.
Pulling a hood over her dark black hair she signaled
to a cab and started walking across the street. The
driver allowed her to open the back door herself and
have a seat. He was a middle aged man, with dark eyes
and a long beard. He kept his head covered in a cream
white hand crochet kufi, and smiled slightly when he
spoke to her. Of Middle Eastern descent, very responsive
and how he could handle that rush hour traffic...
"Where we headed?" his voice came strong but friendly.
"38th and Powelton please."
"38th and...the bar?" a hint of confusion covered by
an illusive suspiscion.
"38th and Pearl actually, but no one ever know's where
that is."
"I know where it is, dont worry." and he turned on the
meter, turned up the arabic music, and pulled out onto
10th st.
Making his way over to Market, the busy line through
center city amongst and head and Marta was left staring
out her back left window.
I wish this ride would last forever.
Why did I even come back here? I should have left him
alone, I would be much better off.
More faces go past her field of vision, most displaying
some empty lonley familiarity.
Over consumption, too many drinks, too many drinks...
The city is alive and breathing, you can feel the rolling
waves of inhalation followed by exhalation as the people
move in unision. In synch with the way we are.
As the cab pulled up to 38th and Pearl, she allowed
herself one last deep breath to define her stability.
Her face glowed red, the complexion of her brown skin
went well with her white sweater.
This was it, here she was. Breathe in, breathe out, she
has been in much worse situations before. After this is
was straight back to Mexico.

 

- 2nd-Nature v.1
Om Tat Sat
{Om Shanti - thumping aural reverb heart chakra resound}
Pressure Point : Boiling tension between Man & God
causation remix combination of empty space with
perceived physical phenomena at the heart of
the atomic matter Results? Results?
Field of vision, screen of digital perception
reveals an inherent Truth : *
*The myriad universes, life, be-ing, existance
itself, is a result of thought. We are a
dream that God is having.
The middle focal point of divine pulsation sends
forth wave upon wave bubbling molecules relaying
harmonic frequencies of our ancient genetic
maps, self-replicating organic bio germ parasite
sun-starved bacteria, willed to be + in over-
heated dilute soup known as foaming oceans.
DULAITY...
And where do we come from?
As two folded hands locked in prayer
come apart, as female legs spread wide
in order to give birth, so reality
splits in half (if you know how to look).
Fermenting chemi scheme fluid chants
synchronized, our Cosmic Conducter has us played
out in macrocosmic symphony. Open your ears

 

- 2nd-nature v.2 - the Macrocosmic Dream -

In the eye's of existance, on the grand scale of most
cosmic proportions (of which in this state, there is in
actuality, no method of organized measurement) what
is the counted out time rate of what is perceived to
be physical matter?
Time lapsed and trailing spinning off into eternity we
are lost in the moment, dazed and longing for change.
How can you tell that what you know and see and feel
and hear to be real, is really really REAL?!
Wake up, you are not even dreaming, you are being
dreamed. Tune into harmonic overgrowth from your
medulla oblongota, this is your very own radio unit and
it picks up frequencies of the most high vibration.
Life is vibration, a continuation of the singularity of the
trinity of of creation, sustainment, and destruction of
God's principles. Om Shanti shanti. Matter can and is
and has been created by pure, unfiltered sound.
And lost in the trance of dances, our bodies carry
out the waves.
Melody pouring in from spilling out over the tree line
forest magic wonder, the fairy folk dance on the hill.
Bubbles of sound burst all around you as you forever
gaze on the shadow of tomorrow. Time breaks down
into units of repetition, and if you are ever caught in
the moment of the breaking down of the unnatural
elemental notion of it, let yourself go. Because it hurts,
mentally and physically, to allow the concept to spiral
out of control, out of reach and beyond your grasp.
When it's all over, I find myself only desiring to look at
least, just one more time, into your eyes. The depth
perception if frightening, but I guess that's the way it's
supposed to be. On and on and on and on forever and
ever and never stopping, this pulse, heart beat of the
cosmos. She flew in on a solar wind, in cosmic breeze
and dust clouds, nebulae gaseous atmosphere found
the silly compound that forces us to smile

 

- Sakura Saku -

Opening inside my head nerve
branches extend through
my side of Earth to the opposite end
Dandelions bloom within my stomach
sick feeling sick layers of happyness
descend bristle brushes my teeth and
joyful teeth radio signal send dancing
wire antennae sparkle fish light
Bursting bubbles bayou magic wonder
time and space start slipping Im stuck
in the mud dripping with sweat dizzy
fuzzy fission neon sparks burst all around
me and endless circles move in like
imploding thoughts pregnant with ambition
drowning in desire melting into carpets
rising into fire blood flows out in syphon
walls stetch and roof heightens opens up
the sky is falling and the ground
is sending lightning and in the middle of
chaos she interrupts a seance the minds
plugged into circuitry protruding tubes
and nitrous fumes lift the mood lower the
room smiles crack all over my wall eyes
and bellies appear and fall crashing me
under weight pressure pulling my limbs apart
like blowing up in space and kore wa nan
kokoro kaishoku? Sakura saku Sakura
Saku

 

they keep getting better, snowflake's my fave

worst high sum sum
up the lies shakey

yeah

frozen medicine