Comiserating

July 2, 2015 ~ Crispy

I can feel the chaos rising in my bones
Swarming around me like horseflies

Puzzle pieces turning crooked, falling sideways

The world shrinking in a glitchy
clench of twitching nuance and mad dives

Damn gnats buzzing about me
Asshole world, cramping my style

Exploding spores of sneezy toxic languish.

Gotta free myself of this shoebox
Punch some holes through the lid
Take in that sweet cleansing O2
of omnipotence that they hid

Fill the lungs with presence
Close the eyes to flies
Relax in the space of a resonant rush
And switch to the pace of what lies

A Covenant~

July 1, 2015July 19, 2015 ~ Crispy

She read it from a book, of a witch of a coven
It’s the face of God you place and cook in taste within the oven
It’s the grace of all that is you wash and look upon a plate
That you’re squashing out of clay
And thrusting into fate

Make every moment, every beautiful state
A reason for bountiful grounded elations
Mounting in all of your counted relations
Fountaining forth in that way that it does
When surrounded by lovin’ each place that you look
~in the book of a witch of a coven

Reigning Down

June 30, 2015 ~ Crispy

The lightning splashes down in canon fire
Devil tongues leap up from the mountains
And the sky roars in pain

Here come raccoon steps of rain on the roof
Here come the troops with their canons

Momentus

June 30, 2015September 20, 2016 ~ Crispy

The clock is wrinkled up in the corner, smelling moldy
Someone let the flies out
They’re flying by the time

Corner cabnet gettin spicy
Spinny inner I

Make the bed of moss back up
and sheets of rain will fall

Never undermine the awedness
the oddness of it all

Gone Fissurin’

June 27, 2015July 12, 2015 ~ Crispy

On a stranded chunk of stone and sandy
hunk of land bunked flat between
two glacier streams sunk in

Hunkered low, waiting
Sunny glow stating Hallo
between mountain shading
steep gradings stuck up to swallow

Clean, crystal lung cluster flung rushing
inward gushing icy notion freshness ~ ~ ~

Golden rays to bless us, pushing
through the folding ways of clouded thought
shrouding even skyminds, blinding
light winding, flying
Smiling signs shining

♪…and the fish are jumpin’
Always wishin somethin’ ♫
Yadda ya whatever…

Mountains booming out in clever faces gracing
thoughtful skies, gazing heavenbound seven-folden
Leavened; olden stories beckoned

Holding shores of lake blue rolled in
cold and bouldering
Old as the moulding that shaped
this holy gaping soldier who souled in
Shouldering onward
Golden sunshine shonnered, blinding

Clock unwinding wandered digits
Gonnered yawns of boredom fidgets yondered
Ever ever onward, holding folded awnings of the past
Unlocking shocks that tend to grasp
then pass away, fall away
Called to a smaller vast array
of castaway worries, hurries and hang-ups

Fresh as the icy notion gushing rustled hushing waters, bustled
Light as the sky thrusted highly
Right as the fight muscled pious
in sight of the might flowing by us
Unflinching, unbias, enchanting, unfold

Dorwyn

June 24, 2015September 20, 2016 ~ Crispy ~ 2 Comments

I once again ride for the kingdom of Dorwyn
Where the hills roll out into green
I once again ride to the kingdom of iris,
papyrus, delilahs and cream

I ride for the sound of the songsters that soar
I ride for a sky spilling dreams
I ride for the tide of a tourmaline shore
that taught me what infinite means

I once again go where the whippoorwill grow
In the flowing of grass
Where the people all know
That the blowing en masse
And the flight of a crow
Are the sights of a rider approaching

And it’s just like a dream~~~poured out of the sky
Of a time when the world was a wonder, and I…
I, for an eye, was a sparkling child
Flying the winds of the open and wild
In the billowing lands of the free
Bounding the hills and coursing with thrills
And rolling in spills of the sea

And now I return, with my life at my side
I ride for the kingdom I knew
Cause life can deal in treacherous zeal
And life can steal and peel you open
And life can feel into all that you do
Staring you down, wearing you through
When life can leave you broken

One more fair jaunt, old Courage my friend
Keep trotting—we’ll make it by morn
To that sky booming wide
That tourmaline tide
I’ve all of my life leaking out of my side~~
But keep up fair Courage, keep up the ride
To Dorwyn… where I was born

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June 23, 2015July 13, 2015 ~ Crispy

Thwacked with lobotomies
automating the hollow oddities
that follow…

I’ve seen them pluck spring chickens
to feed the fall
while summer gets no thought at all

Heard the stuffed screams
careening dripping alleys
in the fearful night

Felt that icy touch
clutch bony fingers around my heart
draining light eyeward

Smelt the ash cram burning hair
and teeth up my nostrils

Tasted the bitter defeat
that stops us, dead-tracked
to take on a wasted life
After so much goodness

I’ve tiptoad that edge
clutched by the throat and dangling
Swelling for purple release

Known that sense of endzone
The broken shudder of disrepair

But those are only men
Here and then
And never the truths that they live for

Awayastay

June 22, 2015 ~ Crispy

Not holding on…
Not bolding it out
Not souldiering it out in the goal of a bearing

Not sharing it fully, getting spotlights on flaws
Letting oddness prevail in the jaws of the stale
Bare woolly bottom

Make every turn a push
Take every step a gainer
Burn to the depth of the great drainergush
In the forest of the lush empty-plainer

We’re feigning, we’re feigning, we’re feigning away…
Sludging the drudge of the spotless gostay

Tattered

June 20, 2015July 2, 2016 ~ Crispy

Tattered ends
of grooving slowly
moving inward
lowly oozing
choosing droopy group intenders
Then centers
word mentors, absurd chanting
banters mending
open standards
broken friends
Tattered ends

Saving Grays

June 19, 2015July 13, 2015 ~ Crispy

Morning has broken. Mourning has broke
Maybe you’ve spoken out in a warning
Maybe you’re hoping it’ll all go away

Lately the world seems shady and shooken
Lately it’s tooken a lot just to stay

I’ll pray by your bedside
I’ll find you a way
To gray out the blue skies
and hide in the shade

All that we’re knowing is going to fade

Stay by your dreamside
The buoy in the waves
Float to the boatride
In the cloudsea of grays

Cross to the blueness
Seek out the sun
Shining the newness
of all that’s undone

Unchained

June 18, 2015February 10, 2019 ~ Crispy

Upon the wicked waybursts strained
A melody, utmost unchained~

Ways of ways in wildborn days
In rays of rays of suns to shine
Where swirling pearls of curling girls
May laugh in all their whirling plays

And after setting sun to raise
The stars of all those long lost days
When childhood’s end was but a gaze
Beyond a rising moon

The tunes of tunes that play such loons
To laugh and dance in scatter plumes
Would rather chance such hardships much
Within their padded rooms

One day, one day, they say in strain
On day, my love, I’ll be unchained
To scamper wild and free

And till that day be done, until…
I am only me

Con Sternation

June 17, 2015May 16, 2017 ~ Crispy

Ominous wins
Congolmerate sins
Breaking the hold
of the shaking old pins
That held it together

Felled like a feather
from a bird in a flipping
disaster of weather that’s heard in a dripping
of torrential forevers
Struck by the shock
of lightning that ticks
at too late o’clock

Just a charred dinner now
Fed up with sins
An overdosed spinner
of ominous winds

Onward ho!

June 16, 2015February 10, 2019 ~ Crispy

Pitter patter flow
Doesn’t matter where you go
Up and scatter all you know
to the reminiscent wind

Let it blow, let it blow
Let it show you all the faceless lands
in this traceless world
It spans, it spans!

Now sip upon the teardrops dripped
from eyes new etched
In pasts too far for hands outstretched

Grip that cup of memory
Rippled water gemmery
Shining on the silver ring
of such a precious, precious thing

Flow life, flow wonders
Grow up, and under
Stand
Be tall
Go wild and sprawl throughout the land
And never stall upon the dreams
Holding now at hand, at hand
Beholding all at hand

Here Here

June 15, 2015June 16, 2015 ~ Crispy

To the laughers, the lovers, and others who care
of any old person in any old where

To the dreamers, careeners, and those who just go
Unrolling the rules of the world in their flow

To the quiet, the pensive, the pious, the few
Who take on the goal of the best we can do

And to anyone else who’s not in these three
As marveled any, and unique as can be

Immaculated

June 14, 2015June 14, 2015 ~ Crispy ~ 2 Comments

Spacial fractals lactate crackles
splashing finger-spackled
pterydactals tracking
backward at
the vacuum stack
of lacquered plaquing
Smackdab Splattered
Cracking fractals
fracking tracts
of black enactments
sprackled at them
in cackled fragments splashed
In flash enchantment fathom

Proper Conduct

June 12, 2015June 13, 2015 ~ Crispy

Where’s the conductor?
I hear what he wrote~
These swelling scales of melodies
and drumlines I emote

I can nearly see his arms upraised
So clearly, his baton
Tapping, tapping toward the stage
The players sit upon

And now the place is drunk with noise!
And now it’s quiet, fluttered
And now it roars the swoops and poise
His soaring arms have uttered

And tears are turned to wonderstruck
And wonder worn to worry
And worry steers to ashen fears
That pluck at passion’s purring

And now the cause for grand applause–
Crescendos bending mental laws
The oohs, the ahs
The perfect pause
The cracking flaws
The mutters

The breakdown of the stage to cause
A broken world I shudder

Mussel Relaxant

June 11, 2015June 12, 2015 ~ Crispy

I’m riddled with creatures that screech in my head
And scream from the bleachers my A-Game is dead

I’m breached by the reachers that claw through my skin
That jitter my features and hate where I’ve been

I fizzle and pop with a dizzying crop
of perennial chokeweeds that blanket atop
Every thought that I think
And I totter the brink
Of this cloistered and boistering
Chokehold that’s moisturing
Dried up old crankings
That frankly are oistering

All that I am
Clamped shut in a shell
of hardness and scarredness
Unpardoning hell

As I yell from my scallions
I simply must stay
No matter the splatter of tattering days
It’s going away…
It’s going away…
Despite how it crankles and heartshanks and sways
All I can say is it’s going away

Little by little
Seedling by seed
Pedal by pedal
Unnettling weeds

And despite how it havocs me still in these days
I’m just grateful there’s progress
I’m thankful there’s ways

We just have to

June 10, 2015December 17, 2018 ~ Crispy ~ 2 Comments

Focus
Ignore the locusts swarming out that choke us
Ignore the broken shards of past that poke us
That broke us down to shattered glass
of mirrors that evoke us
Glinting all the scattered light
of tattered thoughts that soak us
Swarming up like locusts
Storming so to choke us
Warning of the coming fall to mirror one that broke us
Feeling hopeless
Cornered, copeless
But it’s not a yoke we have to grope
We just have to focus

Modspeed

June 8, 2015June 2, 2016 ~ Crispy

Godspeediness
Lost in odd neediness
of a greedy
limp impeding
stream of thoughtless
tedious entanglements
Strangling the ranges
of the angles of my dangling
bespangled arrangements

How pragmatic–
Cutting off the head before
it falls prey to eratic
pained behaviours
Gotta keep on top the slavers
By proactively endangering
those who might become a slave
In this case, my behaviours

Cut em at the root
Prevent further growth
of any voice to take an oath
By rendering it moot

And all it takes is constant baking
Of the dough of God’s own making

Inhibiting the rising
by neutralizing yeast
With a constant string of useless
thoughts ever increased

Nymph Dragoons

June 7, 2015June 7, 2015 ~ Crispy

Flying nymph dragoons
wisp effervescent tendrils
of combustion
Rocket motoring bursts
of crow feathers through
an aardvark sky

I don’t know why

Perhaps these pedalsmoke blossoms
will fruit a fleshy pit
of usefulness

Perhaps sonic boomerangs will floom
in a gushing spectacle
only to froom baclactically
in that destitute design
of destiny’s double

Trouble bubbling in crumble rubble bummeries

Nymph dragoons up to no good again
Blacking out the sky
Killing all the aardvarks
I don’t know why

Raindear

June 6, 2015 ~ Crispy

Rain dear
Falling out the sky
Flying forth the mystic north
that ever lit our eye

Come passion, come dash in, come bolster and bugle
Awaken the harkening hue
Calm mindful and mended and splendid and frugal
To take in the sparkling new

Mystery Historical

June 5, 2015June 5, 2015 ~ Crispy

Mystory historical
Phantasmagorical
Glancing flashes dancing past us
Just enchantment
rudimentary
elementious follicles

Solid goldenberry, now olden Barry’s solid
Voluntary stalling in a squalid
mall of scary sprawling porcelains
Forced to grin and bare it all

Morse aliens
dotting into dashes
spotting out the landscapes
with their synchronistic slashes

Only ashes now
Blowing in the wind
Clouding up the vision
of the dreams where we beginned

Smashimoto

June 4, 2015June 5, 2015 ~ Crispy

Gonna drink an iron tonic
So ironic
Roll another chronicle
Parti subatomical
Descending in a conical fashion
so passionately ashen
so smashing full of slash n burns
n wait your turns
Gotta lash another bash into
this Samus urn– Glass canon
Dash backward
Smash Ganon
Crash another cancelpunch
apart the shining spacy-bunch
Lost your lunge
Gonna plunge another stockful
Doctor in the house with another smoking potful
Gonzo for this trip
But only those with Chu grit
and of that man, we are chockfull

Inside Spaces

June 2, 2015June 4, 2015 ~ Crispy

Traces of places that we’ve never seen
Places in places with spaces between

Insiding outers inviting in doubters
to turn clockward spirals
to chockful devouters
Unlocking the viral
inhabitators
skin invaders
getting in the skimpy waders
of the human mindful

See ya later older outer
colder shell of well-endoubters
Selling grins
of sprawling truths
and falling in

Reverse Cosmosis

The Stars are made of Us ~*