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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

Many words and several sciences later

Many words and several sciences later
they used all their money on uselessness
of latter day saints and the sinners took
a semi-conscience delivery toward any
identity left out in the sun for days.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kent_State_shootings

















never forget...

I've been to Kansas in the dark and saw

I've been to Kansas in the dark and saw
the fields of wheat and heard irrigation
pumps you like a wild dream of invasion
through which you plummet but wish
you had learned more covers of ZZ Top.

I've been to Las Vegas in the blinding
daylight's heat so dry your head lost
it's head on spin with porn all around
you but none to be ordered in as we
filmed my tv show on the strip's fly.

I've been to Massachusetts with the
radio on, (Jonathan), and always
remembered to remember the power
accordionist with the Ampeg amp
at my great-grandparents anniversary.

I've been to New york City in the snow
rain and hail of fire as I watched the
changing guard kill the spirits of character
that made this city great so much so that
I stayed to witness the false flag chorus.

I've been to Seattle where Hendrix and
Cobain got off first and last while I got
to hold urges against my husbandry vows
and let all those pretty bodies glide past
my erect vicissitudes while left in sadness.

Bla - e - Blob… I always loved

Bla - e - Blob… I always loved
pictures of naked people over
over Time lost on a cup of forgive
while the circus screams in
the background of inner focus
for all worthwhile prescriptions
kept in the drawer of waiting
for help to arrive but never
does… when I see the eye-
lash monster look at me
seriously and tells our peers
to become our enemies
when does the clock go
wrong when it turns back from
when it was engaged to a
piper in a pink lame´suit
as if such nonsense exists
in our universe of shame…
when you drove me to live
and I paid the toll of fortune
not guaranteed by prophets
awash'd in ecocide journals
or non coherent scribbles
by charlatan artists I sent
to the grave for matters un-
rehearsed… make them all
aware of it's existence for
Time is not alone but will
surely miss the bus if we
all stop talking - then the
last seance of babbling
like an idiot's ghost on fire
will be content as soon as
dinner is done cooking on
the facts of stove -
Bla - e - Blob...

Run far to scope of

Run far to scope of
shame as plotted into
many indecisive c0oL

- when weeping, carry a
cause like kleenex to wipe
your fluids upon, otherwise
say prayers that no evil finds
you to win a deal only once
promised to the doldrums of saints
and warrior's bosses - Control
is but god to them

So must isn't on the platter
and do is all they can

- When Time ripens over
quarters misgiven, we shall
inherit the only move toward
freedom's parlor that we can
accomplish - When all play
fair, most lose - when
all cheat all lose
forever forward - See
me Love and win.

Say too much and you may be

Say too much and you may be
 
placed in foster care by
 
state sponsored jack booted
 
ghouls - Remnants of other
 
historical meanderings
 
and relinquished
 
thru many double fantasies
 
as evidenced by data made
 
public in human
 
thought escrow
 

- when did charm become
 
a weapon, and when
 
will democracy
 
be erased by patriots?…
 
uh, like, Now...

woRdSw0rLd copAy

woRdSw0rLd copAy ///   and other mights I've heard thru-out...


…real poetry knows know grammar...
piquant… you be,,,

---if only the meek would inherit the earth, we could buy more political influence >$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

thought rape will never succumb me.

found poetry is a moot investigation out of write-lock

The V-0iDs
makes me jerk chicken choke ad infinitum


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while you make your
coins and dip you wick in
a love of them
we plot your demise
in our plotz to defend
our moral code is taxed
for life, so get in the bag
and admit your wife.

when yyou type with one hand, the other iis doing something. either nice oor naughty. regardless, it helps tto visualize the contempt ffor the medium…….. man ray ssay it so's…

A sanitized reality……... really, rose!
blow my nose and kiss my toes*

{kiss my nose and blow my toes???…}


for the benefit and total amusement of
fools, liars and thieves.
Captive animals seek escape - so help one sometime.



and speaking of time………………………………….. (((((((•)))))))


surfing time, seeking infinitesimal units that define seconds like eons…
then we should break for fast.

oh mom… this fuckin' life and all it's misery….

oh mom… I miss you so much…

I miss our talks, and your basic wisdom advice…
I miss what brief Time we captured together in
such a short Time to make up for all that Time we
lost over Time… hope to see you again in the next
sphere… have some vodka ready for us...

but like Arlene used to say… "all I know man, is I don't know…"

…and aside from co0L guitars & amps, i also adore:

- cute old ladies with nice heinies and legs and cleavages and red pedicures singing blues or folk songs while walking their small well-behaved monkeys on chains...


Our variations on a calliope

Our vibrations on a cantalope

Our reverberations on a cunnilingus

Our reservations at sex after eighty…

Our reactions to government spying

Our only way out is through their asshole, sad but truth////////////


sublunary
stoic stories and others have seen me in my randomware


meanwhile……………………….  ?  ……………



paid attention demands colorful metaphors
so, live beyond yourself


i have an important announcement concerning the band...



Hector, where did you put the lettering enamel?


"we are home and here and will be here…"
-- T. Stubbs, (my wonderfulLy estranged wifeband)