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
Reigning Down
Momentus
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’
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
It’s about what you’re doing
To imbue how you’re feeling
To determine what you’re thinking
That seeds all you’re making
That feeds who you are
Dorwyn
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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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
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
Coming around means going away…
Proper Conduct
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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