Permission to listen to the infinite hum…?
Permission Denied! You rat piece of scum
My thoughts span in morphing murmurations of flutterstruts swelling
soaring conceptions pouring liquid fascinations out the mysterious
funnel-hole tunneling through this meat pocket,
out to spanning swirls of starscapes spinning endless cores of creation
burning black holes of twisting souls through the meat sponge filters
of meager existence
Gliding on the tiny wings of flapping thoughts, lapping waves
of brave expansive ocean glades that trickle through in tickle notions
Massive mental pensive potions
Drip drip dripping permeations
Building up in murmurations
Morphing all the dwarfing dwells
of meat sponge spontenations
Into grandiosing grossing gaseous cosmic cause exploding never-ending
mental-bending fluxion floating in impending meat cluster blending
with the massive master sending all the notions of the oceans
whose implosions sent us here
In morphing murmurations stirred upon a sky so clearly
To paint our swooping saintly grouping sights in smearing
flights of fleeting unimpeding feats of fascination
Autumn comes early here…
With birch transcending their naive roles
to states of golden brevity
Some tip-tinged with the fiery notions
of passionate blaze
And others will look on
Green as envy
For they’ll never know the wild surges
of beauty and clarity their glowing neighbours behold
That flash of brilliance that can capture a mind
Turning all around to see
Then wisp on tomorrow’s away…
And leave it bare
So bare
Empty in the shatterfold of winter
While lush neighbours
Green as pride
Look on swelling
at the rustic bones nearby
still reaching
Holy Cow~
Please steer me udderly away from sins
That gather the bullshit re-vealed within
Gotta lump a gumption
Burnin sumthin awful bumpin
Crumpled in my gullet hummin
Sumthin drummin heavy trumps
Inside my inner plumbin
Uncloggin chockful stocks atop my noggin
New flow go deeply
Seep inside untied and neatly
Creeping out so sultry, sweetly
Free me out this dreamy-seeming
body I’m so oddly steaming
out this merry mindful
See me fleeting unimpeding
Streaking cross a steely sky
Take no time to wonder why :
Conciousness is getting high~~*
Silence echoes
expanding techno tantric blooms of northern lights
Stillness unwills constricts filling
bricks sealing off ghostly knowns
in walking tombs of mostly groans
Awareness bares galactic stares of naked
leaking states of seeking shareness with
the streaking skies of peeking eyes
Balance, in the painful strains untalons
grains of scratchy sand from inner gains
In the floating bubble loading subtle mutters
thinning outer goading bouters, spinning pins
and needles patching holy garments matching
souly drapes
In the far-off nearby scapes
of understanding over-states
of simple grandeur
Float away…
Never gone
In the upper echelon
of fascination
Peeking through the shutter blinds of human minds
to signs of pure elation
Oh how quick a man can turn
His back upon the land he burned
And act as though he weren’t to blame
Then pin the world for all his pain
sometimes
poets do weird things
with
word
lines
I don’t
know why?
I
think…. —maybe—
they think….
it may be
<<Poetic!>>
Person/illy <o> think
(eye)
It’s——–>silly
and!
They $hould spend
Their TIME>
>[WRITING]<
What a strange place to start~
Totter balanced tip-toe wobbling
the straight pillar plunged skyward
Sword lunged heartfirst
ventricle spilling
Ready willing & able
to straddle this taut cable battle
Wind face swaying thousand foot daydrop splatter
down below–
Hello hello
Old eagle, my friend~
What a strange place to end.
A voice longs quiet calls into the nightshade
~Whispers on the wind
Just find a way to help the World
The voice softly begins
Be the one who’s watching silent
Loving, with a grin
Only speaking hushing tones
That gush up from within
My days are numbered
How bout you?
Pretty sure it’s 42…
All my sleepy ways are slumbered
Underneath the overpassing
underclass of over-working
under-reaching overtures of undertrue
Gimme gimme ever gets
Inny minny minuettes
Don’t you own your manors yet?
Just an incision–
Open up wide
We’ll put some attractive distractions inside
With barely a scar
And rarely a sight to go off too far
These are the worlds we’ve been dreaming of late
Fee, fight, foe, fumble
into a crumbling fate
The hands of time caress soft wrinkles
and sprinkle starshine in her hair
She’s traveled halfway cross the galaxy…
Swum the empty oceans of meaning
Reached into the heavens~~
She touched the sun
And as the mystic orbit pulls
to swing her back around
She smiles with the grace of god
…now the long fall back to earth
Back to the mother that made her
Back to the daughter of nature reborn
Back to the cradles of time
All that was lossed
Gone with the winned
Every day swept
under the rugged unspinned
Swallowed up hole
Followed in tow
by tomorrow’s parole
of the locked away soul
of yesterday’s dimmed
Drawn in the dawn
of the gone with the winned
Sometimes the heart wanders away…
…there it goes, we think
over that hill…
around that corner…
There goes what could have been–
and maybe forever…
Maybe forever.
When friends burst up like popcorn
And love is melted over
Sprinkled with salty laughter
The heart fills
And life…
Life rolls–
Life crashes like a wave of gurgled fantasy
Then gets sucked away so quickly
Wooshed down the surf… and gone
And the next wave isn’t the same…
And the next wave is never the same.
And soon, sitting, waiting
The sun begins the autumn set of wavy tears~
Soon that love, those friends, that place
…it all just disappears
And a lone man wanders
A dark, empty beach
Hearing the froth lick the sand
with a hole in his heart
a loss on his mind
And a twisted up paper in hand
But it seemed to gush!
it seemed to gush…
Hush now mind
Quiet… hush
Rush away sweet memory
Just go away and leave me be
I cannot take this sunken heart
Please… oh gushing love, depart
The pain
The longing
The stain of tears
The songs we sing
The years… the years.
Sometimes the heart just wanders away
Sometimes we watch it go
And stand so stupid
Holding tears
Feeling all alone
Sunken, drunk and all alone
In the dark, alone~
Oh God~
You tenticle eyeball monster oozing moving ocean slimes
of living trickled intellect
Swirling the radioactive humbuzz of constant atomic explosion
Roaming these plains and dreams with the ghostly hauntings
of twisted possession
Monsters in the night, with the faces of children laughing
Twisting crackled minds into warped obscurities
of a world so known and shattered
Peeking out the darkness with infinite eyes
and tenticles dripping to grip
Oozing these gooey oceans of tsunami neon lighthood
Crash, crash on my mind
and seethe through the cracks of my being
Show me the cosmos we’ve never understood
The dreamworlds we’re so rarely seeing
The weird and the twisted from outside the norm
of this sterile existence plopped so blankly on our gazes
Free me from the simple treachery of ignorant boxes
Cast me stratospherical
Haunt my waning days
Madame Magma Mater
Divine fabric fater
Mysterious mother matrix of the moving magic crater
round the asteroid of Earth
I sense your spirit dripping in the flora fawning forth
Your kiss upon the sky when sunlight crystalizes orbs
The soft embrace of drawing grace
upon the sea through moonlit face
with ever-loving eyes
Your humming voice upon the wind
in whisper tones of leaves that grin
the rattle of your peace within
your meditative sighs
Oh mother like no other shining
Mystic glider silver lining
Rock us forth in arms undying ~
For we stir in fitful dreams
Even as your lullabyes
drip fragrant through the seems
–Inspired by Terrence McKenna
I wish to be a different man
The one who weaves a novel plan
The one not so enamoured~
Without the painful awkward reigning
Strains of lustful boastful staining
Crushed mistrustful showman feigning
Shameful taints we’ve hammered
Oh to be that different man!
The one to stand apart–
But there’s a whiddled whisper voice
that coos inside my heart
That says the only reason that I wish to fill this role
Is because inside I’ve all their pride
and the same unruly goal.
Burn~!
Whipping tongues leap gripping rungs of dry splinter
Crackle-snapped, vanquish falls of downed lives crush
Leaping demons whip on crusty breeze billows
that roar unknowing torment and torture
The hillside falls–
Rock crush wicked cascade scars gash
bone-grind fractures down her backside
Blood soddered in the vicious hiss
of wicked shitpiss staining neck-snap bowels
Oh, but the howls!
Such howls that pierce
The soul with the pain
of a sane man gone fierce
Mushroom clouds bloom psychedellic jellyfish broom closets
Gushing fume-plume rosetting doom toxic pox fidget gloom rushings
A red eye peers
So long dear sun
Set your deathwhisper crushed crystal glimmer
down, and be done
Ash, ash
Ash in the lungs
Coughing mucus flung cluster muck upon the young
Hacking out the nasty fast and easy world we won
Pass along the skeletons of all we’ve left undone
Charred human flesh for breakfast
Gather round a dying sun
And thank the lord for wall and sword
And luxuries the charred afford
And miseries we must ignore…
Down your deathwhisper stainglass dinner
Have some more
This world is burning
Burning, burning
No sense in fighting forward
Not with all the misty quickened glees we can’t afford
It slips away
All those certainties, finger-locked in knowing
All those glowing comraderies and like-a-bicycle skills
All those thrills that seem so constant
The games that we play
It all just slips away
One day awoken to this broken set of memories
Of all the things we used to be
All the things we learned to free
After all the years we tried
And still they died
They died, they died
Watch this ride of roller coasting
Coast right off the track
Just for that final thrill of boasting
Never turning back
Sure, sure The pond is bare And so the moonlit eye is there But also is there flowing love Of rivercreeks that push and shove To pour through rocky grinds And also is there coldness splashed Often in a wicked crash To wake up sleepy minds And also are there seas and seas Of cognizant infinities That we may ride upon the breeze Of conciousness expanding And then there are the waterfalls Where majesty inspires And then there are the hidden holes Wherefore the soul retires And then there are the cleansing rains That wash away the lifelong pains As faces stream redemption And as the torrents soak our bones We crush with new intention And also are there silent times Of floating in those weightless climes While waves above are storming And mystic pockets spout in springs Of steamy ever-warming And even on this stolid earth Where all we know can seem so solid What we find when looked within Is we're more it than anything Oh water flowing all we know That brings the seed of life to grow Unfolding newness every go Evolving ever on Such ever-changing tides unroll But the water's never gone
And the clock turns
And the world burns
And all the embers grow to ferns
And all the hearts of lovers yearn
To turn another day
And the rays of the sun
Will light the scape
With meanings and dreamings
And weavings of fate
And states will fall
As will it all
And every word unknown will call
The longing ears
Of distant years
Who knew that life is what it steers
Until they saw with nearer eyes
That even so-called wisdom dies
And so, and on, and forward too
Till all that’s left to make it through
Is but the wish first uttered when
The start of all the starts began
Oh human child
Oh adult might
Oh senior styled
Of inner light
Oh spinning lives on rock in space
With every manner peering face
Oh steering grace, if you should be
Help us least to grow and see
That even in these acid days
Of wearing all away, away
Even as the pillars fall
And stillness leaks from out it all
Even as the giants call
The crush of all they grew
Help us hear the hushing tones
Gushing when we’re all alone
Help us find the beauty grown
In everything still new
