Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Nothing More





Nothing More



 



1.

 

Nothing more repugnant
 

than a man made of gold
 

who's slippery tongue and tower
 

of glass shades the world in
 

aspects of power that lasts
 

forever or so it would seem
 

as I lift spirits inward today
 

and tomorrow both never to
 

borrow of his files we spit and
 

we curse them till death do we stand.



2.

Nothing more gracious
 

than a man made of wood
 

who's hospitality and favor
 

for our well being asks but a
 

pittance to savor this life
 

as I rush toward the spiral
 

and cheer in his passions
 

so dear is the planning and sowing which
 

on solid built platforms never stops growing to
 

hold us together as one with his art.




3.

Nothing more hollow than
 

a man made of steam
 

who's sputtering and spurting
 

pushes empty promises forward
 

to another day flirting his flaws
 

in scattered echoes that
 

remind us how he was
 

such a bountiful ocean does
 

courageously, now evaporated
 

and shallow in all purpose.




4.

Nothing more timeless than
 

a man made of stone
 

who's cold stare at our mistakes
 

forgets his grieving muse and
 

what lays bare to his soul
 

should it cast a shadow on our
 

desire recites over time what
 

we knew would transpire with
 

then and learn from his wisdom
 

to become who we are.




5.

Nothing more stoic
 

than a man made of blood
 

who's hands are blistered from
 

toil for his family's well being
 

and never resisted any seeing or calling
 

to speak truth for it is his
 

power begins beyond any god
 

made by man who will rise
 

as the flesh holds all
 

precious contents within.





6.

Nothing more heinous
 

than a man made of lead
 

who's deceit with all living
 

gives uneasy decisions for
 

gain under orders and leaves
 

the mind queazy as he rains
 

down his harm to those who would
 

not hear his lies for the
 

thunder of empire he
 

gathers all our dust in trade.




7.

Nothing more balanced
 

than a man made of salt
 

whose firm ethics are moral
 

with whomever he waits with
 

no matter to consequences how great
 

as they are freely awarded to
 

him as he ponders what
 

next journey wonders hold
 

for all of our days
 

spent healing each other.













Sunday, August 21, 2016

Trip talkin Boys - Headin





Trip talkin Boys - Headin
 

to the Delta where the
 

Blues is the life and more
 

for me to play with in this
 

sphere - who causes that
 

Time change to be so real
 

that the few white boys
 

who understand search out
 

the kings of the genre while
 

they still reside on our wave-
 

length - That's a curious
 

piece of Mojo I got me and
 

I always have it with me
 

where I go and How I live
 


- yo, the man said it, "I'm
 

a voodoo child, Lawd Knows"...









Thursday, August 18, 2016

How many WHENS ARE





How many WHENS ARE
there in this TIME?
WHERE Do they reside on
my drive? Seems like
A good use of space
But can we proceed as
planned with our pickle
in the envelope pushed
AND this TIMe is only
as good as it gets
while forever is only
as long as it lasts.










Sunday, August 14, 2016

Time has a firm grip





Time has a firm grip
 

and a strong handshake
 

it calls the past - what
 

has happened remains with
 

us for many conclusions with
 

few rewards but many hours
 

of enjoyment if your brain
 

has a fertile hold on skill
 

and concept - what once
 

was is only revoked in
 

the original reality it was
 

assembled within - the
 

delay sequence varies, but the
 

details can and often do get
 

edited depending on your
 

circumstances, recall ability
 

or belief system. Some may
 

challenge this against you
 

should passion come into
 

play or other factors without
 

regard to solemn script or
 

construct - But do keep in
 

mind that Time has very
 

few rules and can break
 

them as it sees fit when
 

it deems the program needs
 

prescription - Time can do
 

whatever it pleases when
 

it structures memory past.









Friday, August 12, 2016

my guitars laugh at me





my guitars laugh at me
they stare at me from across
my room and bury their
sweet songs in my arrested
Time's ego - When I was
a younger man and how they
ridicule my supposed misjudgment
to caress them nightly - How
they once tested my love
of the medium and now
just lament - The strewn
pity of an almost broken
spirit and the dreams not
realized, though kept at a
distance of my own inner
strength and weakness too…
 

There were some moments -
Time enjoyed and captured by
the imaginations of friends
long gone - pretense of glory
built to withstand the hardness
of life, brief as it was, and
thought to have lasted forever
 

- we were there, in the bask
of light and smoke of gatherings
 

- we gave them their fun if
only for fleeting, and we
got it back a hundred fold.
 

Then all was gone as
if crushed and repackaged
- relined and revived then
more and more just faint
echoes of drowned out fury
until only shadows of smoke
remained and then that was
gone too  -  syncopation dissipation
with other responsibilities brought
to the surface in this sea of
consciousness… As the
guitars laugh at me from across
the room as their wooden bodies
age and grow harder and harder
unlike me…














Saturday, August 6, 2016

Always meant to be





Always meant to be
there on and with AND
in you - WANTED: I saw
the who of it all and then
heard the what of it would
be a blast in my egos pants
but that really was never
the point - my totally
inspired and extremely over-
ACTIVE imagination and inner
minds eye would coalesce
a drop of forever LUST in
the heart of aloneness
sometimes for days on
end without end or beginning
for that matter or anti-matter
- it would drift on my being
to think of you that way -
A fantasy's fantasy in a dream
by day and thoughts explosion
by night - The you of it all
made succulent through
attempted astral projection
- what an alternate reality
that buzz would become


- Alchemy preserve us
from apparent mistakes.










Wednesday, August 3, 2016

my mistress is my thought





my mistress is my thought
Not a plural but one that
continues at length for as
Long as imagination saves
me - This too is pattern
in Time that is absorbed
through the psyche like a
Trusted remedy for the common
cold - And as for the common
Good there is a Need to
keep Laughter AND High Spirits
out in front of your
plan to stay Alive and to
feel the need to hold ALL
Fear in it's well of despair. // <










Sunday, July 31, 2016

Punk hippies swirling in





Punk hippies swirling in
my heading and weaving
in my bedding - How sad
I am not - Pink pippies
hijacked in my stockings
some of the tunes are rocking


- crazy life gives me a
Pleasure - white yuppies
are such sick puppies - The only
Time for then is now in all
our equal pods of surface
tension - Mounted on subwoofer
Dreams and the only good Blues
is the Blues you've LIVED to
sing About - ABstract Eminor •••










Friday, July 29, 2016

The prophet told of the





The prophet told of the
seven freedoms inherent
in the discussions of our
dissident Life - it wasn't
much of separate classes
to distinguish from one another
as it was a reflex to the
abounding state of stories
both told and untold in this
ocean of Truth unending
 - we can swim toward this
goal or leave a blank page in
our heart for the interpretations
of all fools choices.










Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Strangers asking forgiveness





Strangers asking forgiveness
on the eve of remembering correct answers will
always win a heart or two in the corner of twilight.
We can only postpone for so long and there are
no favors given once the house burns down and
they steal our retirement funds - for my money
it's a long drawn out, knock down what have you
- but I'm confident the spillage will activate that
last stupid insurance membrane as I leave the
station aboard the last train at midnight ---

You can't ever show the real colors of truth to the
silver tongue official with a blank stare he's hiding
behind on the interrupt of regularly scheduling
programmables - or our ladies unmentionables
which we will defend the honor of at all costs ---

There's the train whistle again for the 11:03
- TIME to wax your butt, have at sit down so to
wait out this storm ---

 

Strive LOVE.














Sunday, July 24, 2016

Bring on the emergency





Bring on the emergency
diodes And let the cynics
be damned for their loyalty
to trivial things such as
orange sherbet and eight
millimeter porn for the
Archbishop's Man Cave.


I'll always dance to
A tune played thru the
victrola once the Time
comes around to get me
a seat in the house of twice
bitten once shy and the second
coming was cancelled due
to bad whether.










Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Do you





Do you
think this blood goes
with that blood? Does
the color and type suit
your speeches at the
rally of things?

Would you
speak up for them as
they would speak up
for you?

Do you
truly understand who
enemy is - or are you
blowing hot air over
false patriot whims?










Thursday, July 14, 2016

Oh so Lovely on a plate





Oh so Lovely on a plate
of want. The lesser
is great while the most
will admonish as my
inkling touches your inklet
and we are all together.

So is the tired of us and
also in a midst of air I
grieve for all before - me
a simple man with a plan
of none - should we ever
slight this in a mild Time
of regress I will be the first
to administer last rites.










Sunday, July 10, 2016

"What Time is it," the idiot





"What Time is it," the idiot
said? It's not what, but
where. It's not when, it's
whose. It's all of our
Time to be in and a part
of - everyplace at once, or
none at anyplace but it
doesn't matter if where
is here and whose is us
and gravity holds us all
to it and space is what
we take upon our laugh at
the only clear choice ever
to take a chance in this limited
partnership. Just go ask
your councilor.









Monday, July 4, 2016


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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Your exhibition title disturbs me to





Your exhibition title disturbs me to
all ends of earth and space how you
came to these conclusions is quite
unacceptable even during courses of
our past friendshipishness you should
rethink your positions as to what really
constitutes 'suffering is optional' 'cuz
nothing is further from the Truth old
friend. No iota. Nothing.










Saturday, June 25, 2016

Lonely missiles seeking context on





Lonely missiles seeking context on
orders of neocons hoping for non
existence of the 'useless eaters' that
Heinz Kiss spoke before I wished
him into the cornfield, (silly douche).

What ever became of times are changing
when they never really ever have or will
be only an arm length hazard against
my Truth and Justice for only an insane
can control this sphere - film at eleven.

Our nakedness once amused is now
encased in silos of hate and jealousy
as screams are heard on river banks
taken over by contractors with ample
brass encased lead for use on us all.










Wednesday, June 22, 2016

while a little for oft is our finding when





while a little for oft is our finding when
we sell off our birthrights to devils in
sheepish once we get our bearings so
we were astonished as in Tales to
Astonish where Iron Man was born.

give us this day our daily grease and
give us a moment while we hide all
the evidence from prying eyes of justice
which never existed for dark skinned
heroes or those i adore so.

gather your virtue from under your
closets and hang all your laundry dirty
as is to dry out in remorse but you'll
never play that game only your tepid
chances to undermine mine for yours.










Friday, June 17, 2016

When the phone rings I become





When the phone rings I become
insolvent and liquid is not such
the evil enemy as some fabric of
conspirators would lead you to
belief.

Once the lifeboat sinks we can
begat anew against our roman
candles and string cheese and
barking dogs give me the runs
amok.

As I pondered week and worry
over many a curio cabinet lost
in the ozone of my volley ball
team composed of naked ladies
rescued.

If only love breaks your heart
why do they prescribe Time to
heal it rather than opiates given
twice daily or weeks in the knee
joint.

Such is appetite of erect monsters
in vacation on my often plagued
figurines own display with license
to incense and peppermint will kill
us.










Monday, June 13, 2016

book four titles running





book four titles running

how many WHENS ARE
Punk hippies swirling in
Always.

meant to be Trip talkin Boys
Headin

Barcoded warriors have
Time

has a firm grip

for
my mistress is my thought

my guitars laugh at me
but at least understanding










Friday, June 10, 2016

You should take this word





You should take this word
to stack on top of another
then under all of that
there is public domain.

You should hide this word
from all evil and villainy
which could pose a threat
to any condiments for peace.

You should swallow this word
and digest it with poetic justice
for every drop of Truth becomes
a win against barrels of lies.

You should keep this word
and all others like it for all
your days and break it's
glass in case of emergency.

Have you guessed this word?










Monday, June 6, 2016

unattainable accidents





unattainable accidents
misgiving lapses in
aerial circumference

do what you like, just not on me

i suppose they were being science
fiction when the right reign never
was right as rain

selling me a line to use again on
this river of used references and

guide

us though the temptation of
aerial ballrooms

most for the fun of it, but never out of date.










Saturday, June 4, 2016

circle closures screaming squares





circle closures screaming squares
tense triangles pornographic polygons

mud be a wench tonight
be a trove of cereal to rot our
childrens teeth amongst the
stars and poison only works on
seriously deprived non-refundable solvent venture
capitalist swine monkeys given all honor away
as is wont with their code of doo dah day.

dude.

such is such is much all much and bound for
california in an aqua turn of events forgotten.

Dude.

I will be done on earth as it is in reruns.










Wednesday, June 1, 2016

"Nothing is Abstract," I





"Nothing is Abstract," I
heard the madman cry out
in the streets of rational
thought. We are all very
complex beings, as any 'real'
madman can attest to. Our
inner abstractions contribute to
unrealistic desires, and wants.
Our needs are simple enough,
and much easier to comprehend.
But our desires are quite
enough to send some people
screaming with total unease into
the depths of disregard. A
formidable dilemma most
certainly to task the most
ambitious psychoanalist
into a froth of their
choosing. The breakdown
and re-assembly of
structure within these
thinking caves is what
drives us both to and
from all critical thought.
We are who we are, but
we wish we were
another. Curiosity may
have killed the cat, but
it will always lead us
into various states of
dis-repair. Oz has
spoken.










Saturday, May 28, 2016

Standing outside the circle





Standing outside the circle
of my innocence , I can
see more, though not
necessarily clearer.

I've come to this point
for many reasons, but
mostly for answers
with the growth mixed
in. No one ever said
it was easy, and
they never said it would
change either. That's
the role of chance.










Tuesday, May 24, 2016

As they lower our friends into the ground










As they lower our friends into the ground
as they corrupt the void with their swill
as they speak lies for Truth, war for peace
as they hold the cards up sleeves of deceit.

Never accept sincerity from a smiling elite.










Saturday, May 21, 2016

tear down the mountain





tear down the mountain
the one made of fear
the one that still plagues us
all sorrowful year.

tear down the mountain
their puppets in the cap'
blow up all the lies told
propaganda and crap.

tear down the mountain
paperwork they hide
myth of transparency
became our suicide

tear down the mountain
the rulers of kings
their lawyers and councils
and all vile things

tear down the mountain
they tell us all lies
to divide and defeat us
against each other's despise

tear down the mountain
the court had it's day
they stole all the power
and gave it away

tear down the mountain
the corporate stain
make more ammunition
inflict much more pain

tear down the mountain
we don't need your stuff
there's too many choices
and way too much fluff

tear down the mountain
we don't need your cars
your beer and your burgers
and your dancing with stars

tear down the mountain
your idols your mtv
all that sick infotainment
don't mean shit to me

tear down the mountain
of all the earth's pain
from sea to acidy sea
and up the streams again

tear down the mountain
but leave the mountains of trees
the forests and fields
that they've brought to it's knees

tear down the mountain
of machines of bad air
their plastic filled oceans
take ice from white bear

tear down the mountain
their generals, and arms
don't give into their reasons
there's money in harm

tear down the mountain
say no to their hate
please don't enlist
it isn't too late

tear down the mountain
they know how we'll pick
when one organizes
they kill them real quick

tear down the mountain
stop all genocide
stand up to their minions
we will never hide

tear down the mountain
they fear us for peace
we must stand together
to stop their disease

tear down the mountain
where the elite hide within
from all the bad weather
that's coming for them.




















Thursday, May 19, 2016

You can't hold candles up to a light in





You can't hold candles up to a light in
a sun parlor and expect to see a clear
picture of what exists in this surface of
non-committal dreams and want for the
ask… I have spent lives holding lust for
accounts of all my hearts broken and not
once did I receive any thanks for maintaining
a semblance of decorum or restraint in the
manner of revenge for any action thrown
in the mixture against me or my assigns…

The only way through this path is to vent
that love and accept the truth as though
it was a cycle to improve all that is sacred
in your life. Find all your inner demons and
expel them, or at the least, keep them tied
up in chains in the well of fear, never to
find their way out of your Qi evermore.
This is my advice to advance toward a better
understanding of any and all conditions
that we encounter with the various storms
of life thrown at our wants and needs…

You my young one, who is embarking on this
wonderful journey on this sphere need to
understand the more of the Time in this the
space and the history of all that you wish to
follow and emulate toward a similar goal…

It is your generation that now holds a key to
continue in the great balance of all that is
poised to exist on this Time plain and to
take that key to unlock a further secret that
all the gens before you - such is the aspect
of discovery, knowledge, and ultimately the
wisdom, which is at the root trial why we
are here - to accumulate all answered
questions and fulfill the Akashic Records
expanding the sum of all that is.


Period.









Thursday, May 12, 2016

My Grandfather was a





My Grandfather was a
Teamster - a true union
man - The fuck did it get
him - Laid off from driving
and cleaning out shithouses
so I could have a good dinner
- he died at 60 in the
alley of our house we rented
the third floor of - A lot
to show for it - A goddamn
wreath at his funeral - Big
fuckin whoop my mom, his
daughter would say - All things
being equal are not entirely
true when the clothes are removed.










Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Frosted madmen...USED TO





Frosted madmen...USED TO

GETTING THEIR WAY AT THE EXPENSE

OF OTHER HUMANS IN A MIXED

CONCENTRATION OF GENETIC ALTERCATIONS

WHICH WHEN RELEASED LEAVE AN

UNSUSTAINED RESIDUE OF AWFUL

MANNERS AND TRUST. I SCORN THEIR

KIND AND THEIR MOST VILE ASSIGNS


                      • • •   - - -  •  • •


-- TOTAL CONTEMPT FOR THE ANGUISH

THEY CONTINUE TO CAUSE WITHIN OUR

TREASURE OF TIME. I WILL KEEP

AN ANCHOR ON MY OUTSPOKEN OPINES

SO THAT MY FRIEND MAY WITNESS A

PRESENTATION OF FRUITS FROM MY

SACRIFICE OF HONOR FOR TRUTH    Ω










Monday, May 9, 2016

who left the players counting





who left the players counting
the balls that rolled down the
sewer during stickball 'tourney
back in '61 when Mantle and
Maris were the kings of that
most sportsman like game and
rock n' roll was getting ready
for it's next decade and
my tongue would be in a black
girls mouth in the back of
the bus - that was the taste
of youth and the girl and
boy games were electrical.