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window to morning

The dark black cure that lets in the light separates city man from country boy, the source from its destination and reality from sweet dreams. Decidedly, my short attention span and overall lack of anything better to say puts an end to all that old bumpkin fuzz.. Let's all have the shiny and good things, now that we never, truly, wake-up.

spades

small chills ::.: bones
winter enters the feet
exits the beast!
the one eyed jack seeks
the old spade king
eats and eats-
digging deeper with his spade
flat on the end.
burns peat
           fortunes make
gold & friend
              fat that rends
half red cent
              hard felt hats
returned presents

grey. my saddest days
sometimes alone and angry with
wet eyes.  who can blame me
    is life always interesting
in a nice way?
   who can blame anyone
for feeling shame instead of joy
shit.  now the behinds of my ears smell funny:

Sunset

I wish the sunset would never end
  eternally dropping without hitting bottom
  casting the warmth of yelloworangebluegreen
  on unblinking eyes that experience life through the world
  felt touched by something that radiates
Like the giant octopus
  through the small gaps in great minds.

ashes

ashes settle in the ocean
sunsets reddish-brown
spirit thinly divided
losing contact with the ground

can anybody hear me
     flying through the sky?
does anybody see me
     as hard as I try?

well all I know is there's another day
and all I feel is another wheel
                   turning 'round.

freed from depression you'll find no relief
caught in the network of mass disbelief
living things rot everything falls
flashing lights crashing into brick walls

welcome to my holy house of prayer
collector of souls in disrepair
draining your life the longer you stare
feeding for more till there's nothing there

think of the moments in your desperate life
countless bad choices that cut like a knife
the split in the road is a slit in your eye
temptations damnation are tears that you cry

you walked in your sleep for ten thousand miles
and wake up forgotten trapped in denial
sometimes you win but eventually fail
slowly but surely the devil prevails

purple lilacs

The wicked change of seasons
has left us stranded in the fog
while winter flowers withered memories
of purple lilacs in December
I never knew what happened to
that passion fading into emptiness
keep bringing back the dead
for just one last party after midnight
into the morning

The moon descends it post to
leave us spinning in the emptiness
while water flows on seeds that grow
and flower in July
I never knew what happened then
that opened up my mind
left something there that grew into
this darkness that I find
until the morning

you are the only reason
my love
far past the end I hold on
hold on
hold on
always
looking for
your eyes
close to you
dreaming
endlessly
waiting
for your eyes

wings so light
fly so high
loudness breaks the air
falls and dies

mantra

life inspires thought
thought generates knowledge
knowledge is information
information forms life

Tonight I feel defeated.
Why are men afraid of even numbers?
Tactics.
In the spoghtlight
long shadows and blue smoke
we all get schooled
and drift away.
You are the reason for x y z.
Dexterity while seeing and
reasoning the odds of:
That.

Bad ideas and good ideas
is magpies and crows eyes.
The crow gathers its nest from da hair
of the dead
and feeds dem young wi' da souls
of the living,
while magpies fly
watching you through bird's eyes.

four freedoms

the fountain of anger
hiding from a number
four four four four
times fear fourteen times

freedom from fear
freedom from fear
freedom from freedom

to worship God
in his own way
autosuggestion

remember
remember
remember
remember

four goes to heaven
five goes to hell
four four four four
times fear fourteen times

remember

dry heat
on a cold night
longing for that
cool liquid touch
   of polished metal

unbending sharpness
is power gathered
from reduction/ & contamination
patience and energy
   life is reduction

freewritten flea bitten
the sun has risen over windswept trees
palms majestically place orange droppings
scattered on the scarred dissected roadway
words that get me hot fired up light a tree at night
extending broken laurels in the name of piece of mindshare
would you like to be the next to give her a try?
give them voodoo beads a shake or two for me

the unknown versus the unknowable
"truth cannot contradict truth"
the difference between fiction and nonfic-tion
is moot
dirt on the soul of my boot
men are but pirates hoarding loot
politics, fiction
the wrong jurisdiction
hopeless want
cursive font &
innocent friction

plastic cuts

I am one American, fragmented.
My soul is half plastic and half
bits on a computer.
We question our very own
and desire our necessities,
and all the you believe
blindly what's prescribed to be
BLIND FAITH
as you desire to be a tool.
What utopian destiny can be
constructed from plastic cutouts?
God turned into money, guns, music,
cocaine, war, oil, garbage and plastic.
The temptation to make stone into bread
represents the material girl
worshiped as spiritual in the last century.
All the while we push harder on the gas
to go nowhere.

anger management

Someone told me that I am an angry person and that it's unhealthy to be so angry all the time. * them! So what if I'm angry. Why not be angry? There are plenty of things that are totally screwed up and worth being angry about. Personally I think it's unhealthy to be so pathetic and totally lame all the time. I have a word for people like you: mediocre. These are people that are too stupid to vote because they are too lazy to have an opinion about anything. "Why vote? It's not like my vote counts anyways." Yeah you dumbass, it doesn't count because nobody cares what a lousy uninformed moron like yourself thinks anyways. Nobody cares about it.
I probably vote so I feel like I have more of a right to complain all the time when dumb$$$$$ get elected to be governer and dipshits get elected to be president. Welcome to america, what a country!

shoes

Today my shoes are blue. They carry my far and in between and they are blue. Just like my coffee cup and my old pair of levis. Dependable pants. Blue.
The sky is gray today, like the stripes on an old american flag faded after years in the sun. The old stripes, strands, sentences and words; vocabulary all mixed in my head confused.
My pants are blue, but I am not blue. The light reflects off of the wood in the ceiling and makes me look orange instead.. but my mood is blue.
Today I am done with one thing and move on, to another thing. Everything looks the same but it isn't. essentially the same.
Spit looks foamy, but when the foam is gone it is still spit.

note

modern era technological projections
induced distractions and contraptions so
hardcore intense extreme
America is living in a dream

I awoke one day to find
my mind trapped by freedom
electronically encoded and packaged in plastic

unity took liberty to write history
as fiction and
science fiction evolved into reality

eternal sleep

While waxing my brain to remove the lint
my hunger for Taco Bell grew like a dinosaur:
consumption of so many intense hot-saus-paks,
flying taco saucers wrapped in nachos, cheese
melted down to the size of a super-roach,
beans running down my chin..
But Subway was a closer walk
and the spicy Italian had no mercy at all.
The salty meat adsorbed into my blood stream
inducing a state of hibernation in record time,
five hours later I wake up in my clothes -
what happened?

Space Supremacy

Space supremacists fight for freedom
by putting the rods of God into orbit.
Radioactive droppings from space owls
penetrate from the edge of the sky,
near space becomes fear space.
God's uranium rod shot out of uranus.
Futuristic space lasers cost more than a
nation's education and freedom.
Arms race = space supremacy.
Then deny deny deny.

orange-hot afternoon

Yesterday I crossed two short lanes
in orange-hot heat. The sun cast
rays through blue and white dotted veins
of clouds tirelessly drifting rains
to mysterious wonders past.

Once shaded I loosened my slacks,
smelled soft foam and the aroma
of ground wood, nutmeg and burnt wax.
I stamp down steps just to relax
and drift to a noontime coma.

My eyes opened by shutting tight,
picturing a day without sound
I heard the world colorless. Bright
with satisfaction and delight
I leaned on roots stuck in the ground.

Invisible water travels
not so silently, drifting by
the green mulch of plants and gravel
to float up sails that unravel
in winds mixed with laughs and soft cries.

Confinement

silence and stillness blue star at night
thin layers of paint peel back
thin ice sliding about to crack
revising revealing riding confide
all at once fast flowing liquid inside
deep realization sacrificial lamb black
smoke rising from beneath the ashes
divine intervention maturity prevention
gasping for air scratching at the ice again
encircling lines withering fading away
dots dithering white
snakes slithering swimming in the sand
pushing the limits of what matter can understand
reveal inner workings twist it
turn springs tight back spinning right
cock the lever back click and aim
scrape off the skin we look the same
talk through the dark screen hiding
deliver whispers bombs dark flushed dreams
white pointy hats that flow
white smoke that burns things
silk sheets stained red at the seams
scratching the surface with no way through
gasping for air until my skin turns blue

Break

don't let your rituals drag the world around
open up your mind stand up and take control
take one step closer and listen to my plan
I've got a secret recipe a child can understand
look through the murkiness reinvent your purpose
life is short so don't waste it as a sham
you don't have to fly to see above the bullshit
you can walk just fine with your feet on the ground
forget the government, forget religion
the strongest medicine's suspended in your mind
break free break free break free is this how you want yourself to be?
insecurity mediocrity forget the past we're all the same inside
if you are truthful then you'll have nothing to hide
no more dark shadows no devils at your side
don't ask forgiveness represent your actions
don't be mislead by the voices in your head
redirect the robot tangle up their wires
send out the message we won't take their shit no more
break free break free break free is this how you want the world to be?

Dead baby seals

I club baby seals dead
for their fresh pelts and fat to make
shoes, purses, wallets watches and hats.
I club them on the head with a
wooden baseball bat.
I like hotdogs and sno cones
red ice shaves the best.
I skin 'em alive way faster than the rest!
56 bucks a pop is a lot to get paid, and
we've got to bring home the bread
so we can get laid.
I club baby seals dead,
club them right in the head!
Since there's no money for carp,
let's crack out the harp.
They're breeding too fast
'bout time for a raid.
String 'em along, quick money to be made.
Dancing green bills spin in my head
dancing on thin ice tinted dark red.

Aftermorning

Create something beautiful
in the morning as the sunlight creeps
through the blinds.
Craft deviate connect and deploy
dreams into bundled sheets on the floor.

Ideas come to an abrupt end.
Such lost wonderous thoughts
sitting upon my head like
delicious window displays
passed by in an instant.

Greatness

Greatness surrounds
but it often hides.
Look close, see it everywhere
-so many different ways.
Don't stray far and
find hidden treasure,
dig where people walk every day.
Simple and great,
yep it blends into the far back.
We miss these when they suddenly
evaporate in the heat of the sun.

Material Thoughts

Our thoughts are physical absolute,
get in touch with the truth and resolve that
many minds unrealized still reach the world around
faster than the speed of sound.
Instantaneously connected to a much
greater landscape past the first found
walking along the shallow waters
from shores of our consciousness.
Walk with me,
feel the waves of the physicality and
become intertwined within your deep destiny.
Listen to my words; leave the rest to me.
Follow the sweet sirens song
of your mind drifting on beyond,
thinking without acting can affect the world resound.

raise up efforts above resistance
maintain goals with the greatest persistence
minds will realize
shape the clays of the soft earth
form this flexible reality
raise up the efforts above the resistance
shift isolated destinies to the left
increase the energy beyond the upper cleft
activate the downfall, positive reaction
pass the energy to the greatest persistence
shift it to the right .
set back the record giving power to the faction
examining the bill in the light

A thought cannot be unmade,
consider the result of the eggs you laid.

Systematically touching upon subtle interactions
between closed cells and those lying far beyond
almost beyond the reach of sound.
Uncovering discoveries once hidden but soon to be found.
Withhold from those who prey and pick at the bones of the dead that lay
on the holy and sacred clay
of a country we intake and display
our love for our nationality, existence and pray.
For our enemies will dissolve within us,
become peaceful, melt into our ideology,
synchronize themselves with our deep desires
for utopian society and equilibrium.
The reaction accumulated to a piled perfection
of poetry and art separated from the deception,
reality raised to the higher perceptions.
Let our souls be free and realize our dream conceptions.
Observe the truth behind secret elections
slipping quietly beneath mass detection
in white rooms lacking illumination
vibrating harmonies of lost imagination,
and our souls break from engineered society.
Revel in control of genetic profanity,
life trapped in codes of letters numbering our days.
Cycle through the life curved by bills we think we pay.