Also won, also lost was a Time for

Also won, also lost was a Time for
give and take among our lovers in
freedom and chosen purpose of
In Kind with heaps of do-goodery.

What convictions?

What convictions?
politicians
don't cause frictions
in any jurisdictions
our afflictions
from their dictions.

Make our wishes
like the fishes
free from dishes
not duplicitous
not fictitious
all delicious.

Floating now, forever brisk

Floating now, forever brisk
in movements like skating
on ice… Ah winter, my
favorite season of discontent
or dat - content, but all-ways
counting tracks in the snow
of Time's descent captures
annulment as summer's index

… What joy we had there
what frolic and mirth
to add a so-on to the
visions of corduroy girls
and pea-coated boys… By
spring, we await New
saviors and honey.

Fuck your fReEd0m

Fuck your fReEd0m
fuck your flag and fuck your
sister on your porch texting
her stupid in iraq about how
much her vag-J-j aches for
his riches full of come and
dumb is what you are.

Fuck your h0lIdAzE of burnt
meat and hollow values shown
about what bravery is when it's
only cowards who follow orders
to invade sovereign nations to
rape their women kill their
children steal their resources.

Fuck your günZ and gAmEs
and fly overs of weapons
amassed beyond your understand
of the games unleashed for profit
in your kept unclean serious for
your solace is not without merit
as the owners profit on our divisions.

Fuck your mOthErfUckIng cEos and
tax free billionaire douchebags with
their fake tax break philanthropy evil,
vile, despicable men like bros Cock
and rock-o-fell and all the other little
eichmanns and their submissive who
tow lines for suckles on their gods tit.

And remember...


http://www.ae911truth.org/

Never Forget...


September 9 - 13, 1971


http://dissidentvoice.org/2016/09/legacies-of-attica/

too much hate between the tribes in

too much hate between the tribes in
-side with masses for context here
could be virtue that rarely happens.

color matters none we stand together
divided we fall make peace with each
all us in this kettle hand in hand.

should elite swine ever face us on our
home standings they will perish at
the hands of only fates allowed.

gather your neighbors from near and
far to offer the way of understand for
if not the risk is greater than you bear.

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.

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"...

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.

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.

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…

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.

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. // <

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 •••

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

"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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

"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.