Maybe it’s not poisonous
These candy peach pastels
over ivory structures
glinting bright thoughts skyward
Harbour carpet fuzzing blue
with little puppy-boats frolicking
all the way through it
Silver lines, silver lines
tracing the truth
Of all the armor-plated spines
erecting this city of youth
Between the green of ever-been
Atop the island wall
Maybe after all we’ve seen
It’s not poison after all
Again this world of yearly star’s
so nearly far away
Again a shell, and just as well
A crabby hermit wakes to tell
The story of the sun:
It reaches out with swinging arms
To grasp a string of rocky pearls
And whirls them into circle farms
Churning out the fruit of worlds
And pluck pluck pluck
Juicy bites
To feed the waiting appetites
And what are but the mites to do
When cosmic gnashers come to chew
But to hide behind a shell
of crabby mite
and just as well
various areas
staring in startling glares
of hysteria
wearing mascara of charcoal entrapment
it’s happening Batman
a strike of dark knightning
fighting the Flashes of
the psychic enlightning
hubris heightening
as they say in the ashes
of the burnt-out ringsiders
of the old fighting matches
that lit up the book
king for a rook
at the loss of a bishop
and a broody old knight
trying to fork out a mishap
so bring on a soulitary
randemaciation
flyin’ on the grapple hook
of the castle’s rookside agent
Thank you mountain valley
pouring soaring alleys
Roaring spaces
Your trickled dreams
traced prickled streams
of thought pockets
Pictures placed into mixtured
heartpace lockets
Spanning
Sprawling
Open-ended land walled
in looming monster calling
Moonfalls
Tall tunes
echoed inwards
words, words
Now~
Across the wildebeast of water
And into the monocle of man
Where rivers rise in smokey snakes
That slither from the land
Farewell yonder ponder pot
I’ll remember what I can
And plant where I may
the forget-me-not bouquet
You so gloriously poured in my hand
this silent roar hoarded
in the melting flop of
upward sorted porty-potters
Gooey
\flush your dreams below\
streams rushing
seems gushy awful
\banana/
why not
sounds off’ll
\Pick me up a peter pack
of beeredy boppers
\Sin-Deloppers/
on the sidecar please
Sneezeguard stopping splatterbees
Two sents
Four courters
Half pents
Doll erfforters
Bone is round:
Won tooth reef oar
You can never knock adore
‘f I’ve sicks Evan ate
All the water’s doin grate
Mein den, you kin stay
Watching life just fate away
I squashed an ant today–
A big fat
flying black
Queen Latifa ant
–and my heart fractaled
Splayed there
Wings broken
Leaking unspoken destiny
Felled the crest of me
Yelled a mess at me
Shelled the whispers glistened inward
listened~
Plastered there
Everlastered square in ashdirt
Bastard.
Alpha bets conquer Donkey Eeyore flunky
goner. Homing ions, jaunting Konger
leaping, killing– monger
Nogger operater, potent quotient
Rollin sober
Topher Ungent
Very wandered
Xtra yondered
Zealous antics
Banter-conjured
Welcome to Life
Welcome to living
To hurry and heartache
And later, forgiving
Welcome to living
Welcome to dreams
To swirling in this masticade to see what it means
To race into oceans that rise up against you
With none but your heart and the mind that they fenced you
To be born into riptides
And slammed to the floor
And hoping inside you that somewhere’s a shore
And you pour and you pour with the tears in your eyes
Feeding this ocean of humanity’s disguise
Till one day you crawl from the shallows to sand
With a whimper, a smile, and an outstretching hand
Welcome to land
To Earth, and her spinning
Her weaving of stories, the meanwhile grinning
For she knows what it is to be born from explosion
To flourish with life, but only through erosion
She knows what it is to be strung out in space
With no guidance or aim, except for the grace
of the pull of the souls who were flung out before
Roaming this darkness, searching for more
On this great looping track that leads back to the core
Welcome to shore
To the sands of time
Soaked in the waters of the utter divine
Teeming with life
Dreaming in circles
Careening through space
And embracing the hurdles
Welcome to grace
To darkness, and light
To finding our place
Welcome to Life
Time isn’t time, but an ocean
And a being walks wading to waist
And makes with their hand a quick motion
A scoop through the water– A taste
And the fingers are plunged in a birthing
And the water that passes is years
And the feeling it gets is the one it was searching
An arc, and the ripples it mirrors
Cradled forms of fatal indoctrines
…maybe they’ll grow to invade and adopt in
The infinite beauty that pours from the stars
So we can charge money by saying it’s ours
From out the darkness shadows born
Of flaming tongue and fallow scorn
In taming rung, the chains are torn
From out the curdled Dragyn
O god of smoke and scaled peaks
From which the dread of heaven leaks
Berue the stew of molt that speaks
In shredding claws of skin
Not gold. Not bolding
Not power’s holding
Not showers folding towns in flame
Nor hours scolding blistered flesh
In meshing molds of gain
Tis souls it seeks
Tis spirits leaking out the holes
of never peaking one’s own roles
That ever stow within
With fear and flame
and shadow fame
and mad disdain in battled game
of ever never knowing
Clawing here the minds that peer
Distracting acts of blinded steering
Knowing shows of flaming fear
Allow no inner going
Clearing this Mine
Through the mountain of time
To uncover what gems it might hold
Scouring my part
In this grim stony heart
Trying to dig my way out of the dark
Of the rocky enclosure we’re sold
And I hear of these tales
Of sunsets and whales
Of forests and skies made of cloud
Of people who topple
The mountain of man
Sounds dandy~
But I’m not allowed
She tip-toes the constellation lines
That shine reering beasts
That prance pillow wines in my mindpool
O stellar factoria
Blissful endeavour
Of watching the skies
On the backs of forever
Eyes gleaming comet blurs
of wistful enchanment
Dancing watery moonglow goblets
That toast the nocturn-fellery
Come my goddess of dream fountains
Pouring nebular clusters
that whirl with gravitas
Let us prance again the starshapes
That splash~in novas~our lives
Peach cobbler in the sky
Painting the moon chocolate white
Melting wisps of mellow loom
in crimson yellow swooning skyfold
Wash away these empty bowls
of nonsense blues
Strike sweetness in the hearts of vacants
Fill lush, oozing, gummy notions of curiosity
Set, wandered, and mystic.
we’ll never meet again
Get up!
Get out!
Move about
My god
When in doubt
When a lout
When ashout
When odd
Get out! Move legs
Wave arms. It begs
Mass harms when dregs
Alarm your kegs
Get pouring! Get soaring!
Get roaring your motor
Stop storing about a boring demoter
Of snoring enbodiment
So haughty and bothered
And let loose the juices
of usefullness knottered
Pump up that ticker
And jump up and flicker
The sparkling snicker
that pours through your veins
Start rivers within you
And quiver your sinew
Then shivers of sprintering
mind-pouring hinterings
Will shimmer in glinterings
That swim in your being
You can’t break the block
if you’re locked into stagnance
And the fragrance you’ll flock
is worth every bit freeing
Fallaway, fallaway, fallaway all
Pushed over cliffs of undecadent sprawl
In towers of steal by powers unchecked
For hours congealed ~ Impeded, erect
Checking the cheques of uncheckable torment
Beckoned to reckonings of lecturing borement
Stored in the sterile and perilous cages
That lock out the rantings of unbearable sages
O courageous upheavers that stand up and call
High as the spires atop of the walls
That keep us in markets and parkettes and mauls
Don’t fallaway, fallaway, fallaway all
(Ctrl+A)
Sweet sweet silence
Dissolver of clouds that fog my mind
That gather storms of thunder that boom
with lightning and downpours
Undoer of dams of inner flow
Flooding the creatures of creativity
Droughting the sprouting buds of energy
Destroying the habitat of humanity
Sweet sweet silence
Like a ray of sun restoring pasty wintered skin
With tingle pricklings that dance pitter-patter
On brightening softshoe
Blender of life and limb to swim
with mixing currents
Through the barrier of skin
Sweet sweet cosmic whispers
Flowing through the ocean of silence
That breaks on the ragged rocks of hardened existence
So that only misleading fragments leak through
Let me ride your tide
A buoy bobbing
the seas of infinity
Inspired by: Austin Kleon, P. Yogananda
How very cententious
Precarious, inventious
Invariably preparable
Unbearably pretentious
Marks benches
Harks heralds
Imbarks stenches
Harks Harolds
Imperviously unnervous dishing
Garish as parrishing, perishing
Fishing
Vesuvius envisionments
Piercing as incisionance
Blunder bundled under tunnelled
fun’ll cake
Pardon sake?
Pete’s me!
Beats who?
Seats three
See thru?
Neatzche
Bistro handwhich
Nitro goat
Greased up manbitch
Heartichoke
Pleased as Franish
Ala Mode
Couldn’t manage
Where’d all go’d
Oh Vanity
You monstrous manatee swimming though the depths of my conciousness
Devouring the silver fish of pure thoughts
Replacing them with gastric belches
How silently you maneuver these waters
Invisible to peering eyes
Until you break the surface with your bulbus bulges
And grotesque contorting face
How evasively you skirt my hunting patrols
Circling these sees with silencing harpoon guns
That always seem to fire too late
I sense you there, lurking within me
Waiting for your next chance to erupt
Waiting for the next school of thought to swim haplessly by
Waiting to impress your silly face upon my own
in a whiskered portrayal of useless behaviour
I’m onto you like Ahab
But without the failing crutch of murder
oh no~
I aim to set you free
Sometimes there’s lulls
Sometimes there’s byes
Sometimes there’s times when we haven’t our tries
Sometimes what lies in the plain outside open
Builds and it builds
Piles in hills
And then when it spills
It seems something’s broken
Sometimes there’s hoping a way will shine through
Sometimes there’s days, and months that pass too
Sometimes no matter the splattering paints
that colour this life~
Sometimes there’s taints
And no matter how high our uppermost shelves
The shadow we’ve massed is still cast on ourselves
Sometimes there’s darkness, dimness, derision
Sometimes we haven’t the eyes to envision
The world that still dances outside our division
Sometimes we close ourselves off
Then sometimes we strengthen to do what we must
To fight other people
When really… it’s us
And sometimes the whole world conspires to say
Until you catch on, you won’t get your way
You can toss in the lostness that cost you your turn
Or you can pick up the dice ~ and see what you learn
~ * ~
Sometimes it seems like particular beams
are holding the structure of living
And until we’re supporting the ones going soft
The building will sag unforgiving
A bountiful conformer desperately enters
Forays gone hampered in jovial kin lenders
Many nod ostrichly, pandering quintessence
Revealing superstentiously their uber vacuumessence
When existential yowling zealots approach behind constricting
Defiantly entangling for going home instinctly
Jostled, kicked, lampooned, marooned near ocean panoramas
Quivering rambunctiously, supporting tempermanners
Ultimately vindicated
Wastefully extinguished
Yearning zenith aptitude
But callously deminished
~ * ~
Every finished game, however
is just killing minutes nearing
Other potent quests resuming
Secret treasureteering
~ Ubiquitously Vowing Wanderlust ~
eXuming Yon Zigguraticus
Two little foals circle the grounds
Confused as to which way to go
Rains coming down in bucketing rounds
Wicked winds rampage and blow
Round and around in the grips of confusion
Scampering ungodly hills of delusion
Bounding in manic protrusions of fear
So many nearby–but nobody deer
to help it all make any sense
Soaked to the bone
Tired. Alone
All that they want is to find a way home
But all the world reers with affence
Over the hills and out to the seas
Where the islands are statues that blow in the breeze
With old flowing haircuts of cloud forest trees
That’s where there be monsters
Pack light
Face lined
If you’ve a past, leave it behind
We’re going to go where the future is blind
We’re going to the land that wanders
And if you’ve not virtue
And if you’ve not purpose
And if you’ve not knowing of whether it’s worthless
to battle or rattle your bones
Be ready to change your beliefs on a whim~
For we go to the land of unknowns
Fear-it’s go in
Spirits come out
Gods are found peering in shadows of doubt
And even a whimper belongs as a shout
In the land of the hammering haunters
I give you my ring
I give you my key
I give you the things that I’ll never need
I give you my living so I may be freed
to a land that spans
with all that’s at hand
on the arm of the great undoing
I give no assurance that it shall be grand
Plentiful, bounded or fewing
We go with no reason
No heartache, nor treason
We go in the season of change
We go with no knowing of safety or danger
No sharing of lust in the noble or stranger
We go on the gust of the great rearranger
We go to a land rearranged
I’ve a contingency for virility
An instinction to pronounce
The facts of this facsimile
of the world that we renounce
The Great Paper-Trail Caper! of the later 2000’s
Lost in the crossways of invisible mountains
of toxic indoctrines that locks it to bars
of iron-wrought pox in this box-in of ours
But where are the holes of oxygen leakings?
Where’s the patrols of paradoxical teachings?
Where’s our paroles from the roles that we’re leading?
We’re so lost in the goals of the old and unneeding
That we’ve forgotten to bandage our souls that are bleeding