Poetry from 2002
All poems copyright Charleen Johnston
Restless nights breed
breathless dreams
Selves are bursting
through my seams
into Abstract
messes of Me
slipping over stars
in velvet thought cars
weaving in and out
of Light
but never getting far
too many times
I have read
between the
l i n e s
and still SunsRays seep
into mine
split and splayed she
sings her rhyme
time after time
and sight after sight
fighting for life
In this restless night
these listless dreams
free me it
seems
but still I am salvaged
from selves
sweet struggle
pledged against
the rubble of Will
to lift the gift
to the top of the
Hill
where light and rhyme
build to climb
puzzles melting into
Mind
sweeping color over
the lines
smiling despite
the salt crystallized
from tear formalized
Into fear
and the night grows on
the night glows on
strangers in song
whispering parodies
In Vogue
tongues outstretched
to taste the load
this I know
Is Selves in Silence
shards of sacred
on shelves of violence
whence we came and
whither we go
spiraling in and out
of the show
taking our turns on tiptoe
as the shake moves
thru the dance
penetrating glance
from
those who star
In the versions of Play
that gather where you are.
2002
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Seamlessly these dreamless pleas
Drape themselves around me
Trying to confound me
To break me, to bind me
To shake and take and make me
Into another mold of
Plasticity
But it doesn’t fit me
Only Life can flow thru
These veins that sustain me
The bloodline that claims me
Is evergrowing to include all the You~s
And all the who~s and all the Truths
That surround me
I am tapering off into laughter
Watching the Master
Spin the web
Faster and
Faster
And faster until
The drills seem to stand still
And time drips thru the window sills
Onto me, liquid reality
Spilling into the Sea
The seamless sea
The dreamless me
Who awakens to
Be.
2002
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I practice my art
Life-
strife belonging
only to my shadow
I hide behind
rows
of cotton
impersonating
persons fading
from view.
2002
Barneys Hamburgers order slip
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I tiptoe through these
Knowings
Forgetting my goings
And letting my beings
Just be
Free
Sometimes its easier to see
When the only I is Me
I reminisce back and forth
That and this
All a point of departure
Just a form of torture
To lose
To choose
To bleed
Into these walls
That surround
That ground
The space held by song
And the vibration
Rises
And the gong sizes me
Up till
I am no longer down
Here
Feeling these tears
Knowing that Time isn’t
Measured in years
But in fears
I sip slowly this
Sweet nectar
And hold the melody
Inside of me
Praying that life
Will catch up with me.
2002
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I walked my way to work today
In blissful blues and
Bashful hues
Of everything I sought
To loose
Beneath the flesh
Beneath the glue
And here I am
Now I’m found
Feet tiptoe
On naked ground
I am passed out
Passed around
Filled with light
And filled with sound
Here is the day
Hear us play
The tunes of the Lunes
Who place their faces
In clay
And dream their messes
Into Day
Whilst I work
And work my way
Into cycles
Of becoming
And learning to say
What my tongue would
Speak
If my mind weren’t weakened
By the flames
Of the games
That we have learned
To play.
2002
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I build shelter out of scraps
Of form left behind
Scattered in my mind
Out of place
Just a face of the task at hand
And the wilderness is free
It beckons me
Leaps out at me when I try to
Stand, its
Been so long since my feet
Have touched land
And the beasts they form
A circle around me
Praying for me
At first I am afraid and I
Fail to see
But gradually I am allowed in
To see the light I’m
Wallowing in
And I make love to the leopards
Of my own making
Touch tongue to the gentle
Awakening
Healing taking place between
This world and this scream
That opens the door,
In this valley, in this forge
And how high can I fly
When my spirit is untethered
My feathers bending with
The wind
As I am gathered in
By the hands of the one
I am cradled and gently
Laying stable upon
This shaking ground
This haven I have found
And dwelt upon
Till now
But I remake myself
I trace the fake parts of
This hell
And make them new
I make them true
I dance with them until
They are no longer blue
I am taking this shadow
And teaching it form
Without walls
Pure storm
I let it gently cascade over me
As my body bathes in the breeze
Of spirit passing over me…
2002
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Intense suspense flaunting
Defense
Inside these perishable
Walls
They call to me
Claim its free
But never do they seem
To be
Stable within this
Reality
Changing minds
And minding change
Rhapsody in rusty chains
Clinging to my
Primitive brain
But never truly knowing
Pain
You see
I’m free
No illusion separates me
From my Self
I’m on the shelf
Leather wrapped around my
Shell
Persistence pertaining
To my hell
Never knowing the way
Only hoping to create
The maze
Roads in danger
Of the craze
Simply singing the song
Is enough
To belong
To the mystery
The manic state
Of Me.
2002
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BlueRayGirl
She rode in on the blue ray
the new way
she brought
tucked inside the
changing tide
of all she thought
she could not say
the vibration changed
density seized
her soul formed flesh
learned to breathe
learned to crave
the homeland the
dreamland
the land beneath the wave
the hand beneath the grave
pulls her in
the blue ray is bent
refracted and abstracted
filtered thru the lens
filtered thru the sins
waiting for the collective
circus to give in...
'Oh child, child of the stars
melt into feeling and
know who you are,
who you were,
who you came to be,
you came to wake the
wailing mass
you came to break
the coffin of glass....'
2002
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I accompany my soul
into the world
joined in hands
we are unfurled
unleashed into
that great plain
where only love
begs for rain.
And my eyes
are eyes
but are not mine
and my life I live
but I cannot find
a reason to be
touched by you-
even though
we came into
this game as two
parts of the
divine flame.
1-18-2002
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Where there is silence
there is peace-
in comfort we release
our
Selves
into the unknown
only to be blown...
tossed and
accosted at every turn-
hence we learn
or burn
to recover
all that we lost
when sound was made
from the mouth
of the Divine.
1-18-2002
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Tell me
what it is
to be lulled into silence
by the procession
of souls in violence
unaware of
the glares
and following their pilots.
2-15-2002
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There are hidden places
in my mind
where roses still bloom
for the blind-
and daisy-speckled fields
leading to a lake
where you can be found.
Suns bright smile
embracing me
and
tracing my freedom
along a thin line.
I saunter along
aware of a song
that slips
carelessly into
the nighttime air-
tempting me to follow
it where
it goes
out into the beyond.
2-15-2002
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There is a song...
I swear...
I heard it once....out there
and I dreamed a dream
that faded
it seemed...
into a mirror
of me...
but when I awoke...
the glass....it broke...
and I then
began to see...
February 2002
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Spinning my web
I track the ebb
of energy and synergy
til I'm almost over the
edge
grasping the ledge
do I want to slip, drip
through the lip
of the lie
to die
to self
and realize the ties
that bind
and blind
and lead the mind
on a trip to sea
where the bubbling breeze
flows over me
whispering promises
that I must believe
to receive
what I know will flow
through the sieve
into me...
March 12, 2002
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And again I trickle these thoughts down
spitting them out without a doubt
they are less humble than a frown
but now and then we need to see
the mess the Mind sets free
The mind of man, or the man in the mind?
The great Sea or the great Blind?
Mouth to mouth I breathe with love
heart rhythmic, seems above man
to find a word to rhyme with
exacerbated....
but I masturbated my mental gears
and fears
and out trickled what you find here....
4-11-2002
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I fight the seizures that shake me
make me into
another plume
it takes all I have sometimes
to free the lines
that have been subdued
...placed in tomb
below layers of rotten cocoon.
I am squinting,
the brightness of the lightness
and the tightness of the room
seems too much to bear
today
in my grey...
I am born of flesh, enmeshed
and torn from the silvery star
that beckons me
reckons with me
it'd be better where we are
if we could find
that place
that face,
that sunny stream of shining lace
that surrounds the
space
inhabited
by you...
4-11-2002
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Crystallized in this moment
Hands tightly wrapped around
Each thought
Breathless they shoot
Thru to gaps in space and time
Wanting to build their own little
Worlds
Their own little kingdom
But I falter
And I slow the pace, scratching
At my face to stop the pain
The strain of my eyes
Against this light
Is enough to blind
And yet I stagger still to the
Bottom of the hill
Where the stream is cool and
Refreshing
I am tested and I am wrestling
My demons
Hiding in my dreaming
Wearing the masks of my past
And glaring at the mirror
Till they see me…
These thoughts, named and unnamed
And tamed to be
Alive in the mold of society
Burbling and bubbling
Insanity
Rapidly spilling over me
I watch them crawl and sprawl
Out beneath the flame
Of my name
Placing the blame and
Facing the game I wonder
At their majesty
This arrow born not from
Sin but from Life
Experience from within
Man can never know Womans' world
Womans' depth
Womans' mourning over lost
Scraps of creativity...
Wounded pieces of pride
And survival of humanity
Places them on top
Of the chain
To beget
To forget the pleas
Of the diseased and shelter
The soul of the leper
We are all the same here
We are all in the tear
That falls further each day
From the eye that seems
To look the other way
My moments, too often, are
Spent in wonder
At the thunder of destruction
Bred from our minds
And played out with our lives
Till each day fades into
The grey
Of the pain to create
That which I feel and
Know is real
But cannot make into
Form
Born from me like a prayer
With wings and halo
And never can I lay
Low
And take it in stride
I must mold this map
From the inside,
No time left to hide
The time has come to decide
Where the thoughts will go
What shape they will take
As I let them gently flow
And I sit back, in faith
Knowing each will take its place
To become the world
In which I will face
The depth of
My own
Soul.
May 2002
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On that Pier
I watched you...
merged with you in my
mind
as you dove into the water
that sat still
motionless
awaiting a burst of
excitement
to stir its silent streams.
Do you remember
when you tried to teach me
to dive
from the highest pier...
to land swiftly
to pierce the surface
of that great
mirror
from the highest point
and still swim
on
with confidence...
I was awed by you,
by your
seeming power
to Be
and I wanted to dive
from that height
to be worthy of
your attention
perhaps.
I can remember it
now
like moments in time
frozen
sublime
translated to rhyme
to satisfy my mind.
Events that seem
so
transparent
become
apparent
later as we remove
them from our chambers
to be observed.
Remember, now,
that confidence you
instilled,
and feel your own energy
and complexity
and beauty
and forgiveness
and laughter
and poetry
swirl in vortexes
thru your soul
to seep out into your
daily world
ever
so
g e n t l y
as not to disturb
the equilibrium
or your creations,
and the feelings that create.
5-6-2002
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To Liberty
Why do we rip?
Why do we tear?
Why do we crack?
When there is nothing there?
Nothing but a glare
Let it slip
Fall thru the lip
Of the lie
The tattered scattered
Wounded sense of Why…
Ms.Intense and her
Defense is writing
Down her
W
O
R
L
D
I forgot that
Would-be humans
Should be fuming
Like factories unsatisfactory
Failings
Watching the mass
Slaughter the lass
Who saw thru the
Ailings…
She weeps aloud
Her tears her turns
Her aching burns
Learns to break away
Peel like clay
From the potters hands
Pieces of thoughts of
Creation of good and evil
All dripping down
Thru my crown
Into her
Into her
Hanging onto the sides
Of my smile
And pulling it down
Into frown
The weight of the
Hate of the town
Where once she slept
Upon the
Face of the beast
Facing east
Placing the casing
Over the peace
The fleece
Of which I strove
Down she dove
Into ground she drove
Out the demons
That found her
Hosting,
Like Semen
They swam into her,
Scanned her for
A place to hide,
To ride and wait
Till the light abates
And here it comes!
Uh oh, another day!
Another game to be played
I crack
Addict did too…
What was that I tried to do?
Words are swords
To sharpen and
Splinter
And spank
And spit, her bossman
Has had enough of it
A tough lil bit
Of skin
To sink into
To think it through
To become the show
Behind the ego
To placate and dislocate
And anticipate
The dissolution
Of that mask
We made
To play
The game of
‘make a day’
Into the same old
Give and take.
Jump up and give
A shout a shot
A short salute
To the
World we pollute
Before
You crack
And I crack
And we lay
Together
Dreaming of fleeing
Dreaming of feeling
Dreaming of peeling
The rots
Off our dealings
Till we can
Still stand
And look
Thru swollen eyes
And broken lips
To rise
Each morning,
And to shake loose
That grave grip
And let slip the noose
Of that pimp
We call the Ego…
May 2002
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In dreams it seems we are alive...
willing to vibe and mix our tribes
to create what we need...
love...
and our hearts are freed from within-
basking in the warmth that seems to spin
up and out and through us,
a creative flux
and reflux of life...
breathe, and dream,
and feel the steam rise
and open your eyes to what lies ahead...
what flies inside our human minds
to turn our blood red.
May 7, 2002
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It lifted me by the eyelids
till my thoughts seemed
a hybrid
of light and dark
that's when I awoke.
5 7 2002
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Where will this current take me
if I surrender to its flow?
In the underworld will you meet me
if down to its chasms I go?
I am floating between two pillars of thought
wondering if wandering
would get me caught
feeling opaque and a little fake
I try to force a smile
then I bake another cake
for my inner child
I twiddle my thumbs
til my nerves are numb
and til my thoughts are new...
shuddering at the thundering crash
that leaves me lost to truth.
5-7-2002
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You speak to my soul
Without a word
These voices I’ve known
But never heard
Directed at my eye
Directly floating by
In the landscape in the
Dreamscape
That fills the inner sky
You speak to my soul
With a voice so mute
That the purity of the message
Hides from the words that pollute
And I take these thoughts
And mold them and shape them
Into life
And into dance
And from a glance I know
That the golden glow
Is stronger than the knife
That threatens the flow
And I speak back to you
In songs of truth
That whisper like wings
Silently passing thru
To carry you away, into
The depth that swims in you
Into the life that gleams in you…
I hear your truth
I hear your truth.
5-8-2002
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If I were divine
would you try and define me
try to confine me
stumble behind me
trying to blind me
if I were divine
would you crawl in beside me
try to confide in me
walk gently beside me
as the sunshine finds me
If I were divine
would they try and deny me
try to bind me
to their shady mindscreen
down paths too winding
If I were divine
would you step our of line
would you abandon the mines
they have carved for your life
would you finally decide
to travel inside
with me
because We
are Divine and Beyond
their Horizons
5-11-2002
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Cyclic reveries...instant pedigrees
of gods and goddesses
and hybrid minds trapped in time
where do the lines blend into mine
creating mazes and phases
to find the trick of life...
the fool is further from hell
than the queens and kings can tell
A little frustrated...maybe...sometimes
castrated to prevent the babies
from making their debut
into...something...new? True?
Do you suppose the rose is really blue
inside...too much pride to hide the truth?
Soon the days will be too few
the daze will be seen through-
the I's will find that closed inside
are fragments of the human mind
floating...weightless...like a dream
cycling circling calling to me
trying to be...Seen...
Questions arise...pry open my eyes
flood me with blood
from my bleeding eyes
shadows entwined...need to be free
first must see the demons in dream.
5-27-2002
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Pardon me
for trying to be
a ghost
in your reality
I've come undone
p a r t i c l e b y p a r t i c l e
slipping thru this
arctic cold
wanting only
to see
the ghost I am-
the ghost of me.
6-21-2002
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I watch the world
Its spins its curls over me
Like whip cream in a vivid dream
I recall
The awe of which it came
Dripped right thru my frame
To claim me…
Punctured in function
I scramble to move
Like eggs on a toasted head
The mood it fades too soon…
I am left
Right where I started
Alone
Since the stone parted
Over me
Like the sea
Strands of silver swim past me
Coax me into sanity
In this dream I reside
Trying to hide from the demons
Inside
But I speak too soon
Changing moods with the moon
And prone to clone
The souls sweet food
Into fragments of moments
That fade too soon.
6-23- 2002
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The stares they are climbing
and the night is confining
when the darkness
swallows that which we know
to be the road
through the mine...
with moonlight shining and
prompting change
the split takes place
upside down on the page
whence we came
and whither we go
only the soul knows its own
code
deciphering lightning
upon which we rode
and strove to combine in time
the wisdom of the ways
of the sunshine.
6-25-2002
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The hilarity of It
the smile precedes
this parody of
Me.
6 30 2002
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A low whisper envelopes me
the silence permeates me
when the resistance
seems to fade-
thoughts scampering
out of reach
and out of sight
vagabonds
of the night.
Am I a child of this
great mystery?
Do I stare wide-eyed
back and forth
oscillating intensity?
Light teases me
as I become fluid.
Is it another dream?
Are things as they seem
when true sight tells
us that everything
we know
is
?sdrawkcab
8-4-2002
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Reawakened
Knowing now how far
I fell
From the contemplations
Of Heaven and Hell
Swept up again
Amidst transient things
Blunderings
On the trail to the Higher
Mind
The path that beckons
The deaf and
Blind
Freedom escapes me
Freedom rapes me
Of my comfort
My shell
Ponderings turning, hardening
Yearning for new
Revelation
New salvation
Forgetting for a moment
That I am Whole
Without separation
Just a state of Being
No wisdom in trying to free
And see
What is other than Me
At this moment
Now
Wow, its so serene
No walls between
Me.
8-19-2002
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Do I want to stumble?
Upon ground already covered
by me
so many times before?
Repeating the Madness
to fight the Bore
of a million moments and a million more
to come?
Do I want to be Sane?
A simple motive needs no name-
but what has Madness to gain?
Am I too open?
Too closed?
Too smitten with the life of a Rose
to set my feet upon
solid ground,
freeing the gears from the
Mary-Go-Round?
9-01-2002
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A hypothesis…forming…warning me of its kind
A catharsis of the Mind…
I am left behind
Until the Well is filled once more
By the bride of the Hiding
And the tide keeps riding
From the ocean to the shore
Cycling and circling
Lands we’ve known before…
Can the Saving be the same
As the Craving of the game
When you float firsthand
Upon the rain, upon the sand?
Still begging for the name of
The Hand
Which fed you
Sheltered you from the Blue
The freedom to choose
Or not choose
To Be
To See
To undertake this living Dream
Before the experiment is seized
And the hypothesis, unproven still
Forms a catharsis of free Will
Diseased by the need of
the Turning of the Wheel.
9-4-2002
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I wander lost
all ways
falling tossed
rain haze
waiting for
role plays.
9-4-2002
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I am swept up in these torrents of Love
I am wept upon by these torrents of storm
the clouds that cover the lovers of light
are the windows that open the rivers of life.
9-4-2002
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To Woman, whose heart has been
played
by the tune of so many
except for you, whose belonging
and longing was used
to defile
and deny the vision of the
feminine I.
They have swallowed you, sister
in hopes of saving face-
in hopes of making slavery
a state of grace.
They have harbored their hatred
against you, in the name
of safety...knowingly raping
you of your humanity
because you are just a fool,
you see, a footstool for their vanity
that stubborn pride of man-
to cut off the hands
of the softer sex- to prevent
the truth from taking its place
beneath the grave of solace.
To Woman, that beautiful face;
pride of the human race-
to conform....to configure
to pursue a state of rigor
in this waning tide
of such a winding ride...
Ah, life is all but lived
inside the minds of men-
but soon the truth will begin
to seep into the sheep
who line these streets
afraid to sin.
The Feminine will take hold,
turn to Gold
all that they touch...
even attention from their Vision
is such
that the state of man
will be lifted by hands
formed from the storm
that rises again.
9-4-2002
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At a certain place in a certain time
there lived a girl who thought in rhyme
Puella was the magic girl
Puella the mirror of something more
here she wept and there she slept
her bare body against the floor
her tender breasts lay undeterred
this simple plight seemed so absurd.
9-9-2002
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the attempt to script what would seem
to be
just a thought or just a dream
was; me
9-9-2002
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Did I dream all this...
already?
Washed up
upon shores of manifestation...
wandering
and wishing I were more...
or less
everything.
Sometimes I turn around
just to catch
the fleeting presence
of the moment
already passed...
I am cornered
sometimes.
As if only In
were the direction to go
and in this seeming
sea
of illusion
do we ever believe
we are found?
Or even lost?
What am I to do
here
now
with all I know?
Where shall I take this
thought
and how shall I know
which place
to face
It
and let it show?
10-1-2002
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Worlds watch closely
when light passes thru.
A gathering of masses
and glue
to hold the truth
into place
while the lads and lasses
join the race.
Did we wish this upon
ourselves
this night
to feel alone
though knowing
the Whole
and wandering
Still
seeking to
know
More...?
10-1-2002
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EnTrance
Into the Storm
Into the World
Before the Form
InStance
Taken Away
From the LoveLight
From the DeepNight
Wanders the Worm
10-2002
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A glitter of the bitter body
of winters troubled dreams
caper thru these paper truths
like sanity leaking thru my seams
11-3-2002
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Called I Am
to a place
in Time
I Am
Called.
11-15-2002
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Freshly fingered fabrics
lapse into gentle silence,
those fraudulent fabrications
that twist into violence
and disappear
have dragged tear by tear
down my cheek
registered fear
among all but the meek
The brave, they say, is
the true slave
to fantasy.....But I
pledge myself to anonymity
suffering gently these
sweet thorns that are born
from trying too hard
from crying too loud
aching and waking and forsaking
the crowds
sweet appraisal;
The damsel is silent, in distress
underdressed in her amnesty...
this distant hypocrisy
forgets me
and I swerve to define this
line of my observations
this truth of my inner nation
proclaiming itself to be
free
mired in mud
transpired in blood
higher than the seers
who predicted the flood.
Babble on....sweet priest
deceive the ignorant on the streets
of Babylon
anoint your tampon and slide in
to plug up
the slut of your ideology
to stop the flow
of connection of energy
from the heart of god
to the god of Earth
who whispers secrets
in the form of Birth.
11.27.2002
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Frantic. These Antics have got to stop.
The mirror is clearer when viewed
from the top.
Away I go, only this and
this I know:
the Flowers have the power
that we are looking for!
Count the hours as they
sour until the midnight
moon has bore.....the dream
that seems the same
but in another name, in
another Game....she smiles
still
she smiles
real
she is
Calm Now
by the illusion of Sunset
Clean
by the act of surrender.
Where does the Shadow run to
and where can it hide
when the forces of Mind
have locked it inside?
Mothers hands have been Cleansed
she claims no peace
she wants to be released.
Heathens! We have come from the far corners
of this inevitable world
we have come bearing Gifts
we have come wearing Risks
like the promises
that sink beneath our skin
putrid skin.....lethal doses
of illusionary Sin.
Why have you forsaken me
Master
what have I failed you?
Sweat and tears are only fears
if you can waken
to your Whys.
Peace has come
To this lonely Heart
Shaken from the Waking
but she Always plays her part.
Quietly she has come to you
asking for your hand in Truth
openly she has asked of you
to bury her prayers beneath
your wings
and to be held by the heartstrings
of your wonderings.
Wake up, to your Dreams
and know that they
are more than Seams
…..a place to find your freedom
find your Lore
find and seed them
from your Core
without the separation
without the preparation
without the desperation
we seem to find.
Everywhere.
December 2002
**********************************
Denial
of things Unseen
of Life trapped inside
your cold vial of Code.
Tempt me,
demons
allow me to move these
feelings through
like Semen building
another You.
...am I watched
here
waiting for time to tick away
day after day
night after night
keeping track of the hours
as they melt into Light
into Rhyme
beating its rhythm
into my Spine
til I shiver and run
and hide
from the ride
that you offer
here on this low tidal wave
slipping slowly
causally out
like an applause
with too much laughter
to hold the pain.
Dance amongst yourselves...
as the water rises
you must rise
to take the land in your hand
today
to make another world ready
to create
Brave Soul
of untold dimension
needing just a bit
of Intention
to feed the flame
of a life lived on this plane
in this game...
Play your role
and never complain.
12-9-2002
*************************************
*Doctor Doctor*
Take the scalpel, prep the
blade, insert the syringe
into the vein,
in surrender they wait,
you numb their pain,
doctor of diseased fate
your hypocrisy leaves
bloody stain, admit defeat
in this treacherous game
You wince at tales of
human sacrifice, tales from
the tribes of the old,
you fail to see you set the
same price, of human life
in trade for gold
You cut out the heart
that beats to bleed,
you feed the soul with infinite
need, your precision with incision
is the catheter of your greed
You pick apart the limbs
and lives of children of your
iron lies, who come to you to
ease their pain, to give them
rules, to feed their shame
You are nothing more than
outgrown clothes, your tired
wired mind is closed
open only to the dose
of another prescription, another
pill, another signing of the deal
"Leave your soul to me"
you say, " I will operate the kinks
away, I'll fix you up, and
bring you down, I'll stitch
your skin and make you free
of all the ills you claim to be,
till once again you must succumb
and allow me once more
to make you numb."
12-4-2002
I build shelter out of scraps
Of form left behind
Scattered in my mind
Out of place
Just a face of the task at hand
And the wilderness is free
It beckons me
Leaps out at me when I try to
Stand, its
Been so long since my feet
Have touched land
And the beasts they form
A circle around me
Praying for me
At first I am afraid and I
Fail to see
But gradually I am allowed in
To see the light I’m
Wallowing in
And I make love to the leopards
Of my own making
Touch tongue to the gentle
Awakening
Healing taking place between
This world and this scream
That opens the door,
In this valley, in this forge
And how high can I fly
When my spirit is untethered
My feathers bending with
The wind
As I am gathered in
By the hands of the one
I am cradled and gently
Laying stable upon
This shaking ground
This haven I have found
And dwelt upon
Till now
But I remake myself
I trace the fake parts of
This hell
And make them new
I make them true
I dance with them until
They are no longer blue
I am taking this shadow
And teaching it form
Without walls
Pure storm
I let it gently cascade over me
As my body bathes in the breeze
Of spirit passing over me…
2002
***********************************
I accompany my soul
into the world
joined in hands
we are unfurled
unleashed into
that great plain
where only love
begs for rain.
And my eyes
are eyes
but are not mine
and my life I live
but I cannot find
a reason to be
touched by you-
even though
we came into
this game as two
parts of the
divine flame.
1-18-2002
************************************
And again I trickle these thoughts down
spitting them out without a doubt
they are less humble than a frown
but now and then we need to see
the mess the Mind sets free
The mind of man, or the man in the mind?
The great Sea or the great Blind?
Mouth to mouth I breathe with love
heart rhythmic, seems above man
to find a word to rhyme with
exacerbated....
but I masturbated my mental gears
and fears
and out trickled what you find here....
4-11-2002
***************************************
I fight the seizures that shake me
make me into
another plume
it takes all I have sometimes
to free the lines
that have been subdued
...placed in tomb
below layers of rotten cocoon.
I am squinting,
the brightness of the lightness
and the tightness of the room
seems too much to bear
today
in my grey...
I am born of flesh, enmeshed
and torn from the silvery star
that beckons me
reckons with me
it'd be better where we are
if we could find
that place
that face,
that sunny stream of shining lace
that surrounds the
space
inhabited
by you...
4-11-2002
***********************************
Crystallized in this moment
Hands tightly wrapped around
Each thought
Breathless they shoot
Thru to gaps in space and time
Wanting to build their own little
Worlds
Their own little kingdom
But I falter
And I slow the pace, scratching
At my face to stop the pain
The strain of my eyes
Against this light
Is enough to blind
And yet I stagger still to the
Bottom of the hill
Where the stream is cool and
Refreshing
I am tested and I am wrestling
My demons
Hiding in my dreaming
Wearing the masks of my past
And glaring at the mirror
Till they see me…
These thoughts, named and unnamed
And tamed to be
Alive in the mold of society
Burbling and bubbling
Insanity
Rapidly spilling over me
I watch them crawl and sprawl
Out beneath the flame
Of my name
Placing the blame and
Facing the game I wonder
At their majesty
This arrow born not from
Sin but from Life
Experience from within
Man can never know Womans world
Womans depth
Womans mourning over lost
Scraps of creativity...
Wounded pieces of pride
And survival of humanity
Places them on top
Of the chain
To beget
To forget the pleas
Of the diseased and shelter
The soul of the leper
We are all the same here
We are all in the tear
That falls further each day
From the eye that seems
To look the other way
My moments, too often, are
Spent in wonder
At the thunder of destruction
Bred from our minds
And played out with our lives
Till each day fades into
The grey
Of the pain to create
That which I feel and
Know is real
But cannot make into
Form
Born from me like a prayer
With wings and halo
And never can I lay
Low
And take it in stride
I must mold this map
From the inside,
No time left to hide
The time has come to decide
Where the thoughts will go
What shape they will take
As I let them gently flow
And I sit back, in faith
Knowing each will take its place
To become the world
In which I will face
The depth of
My own
Soul.
May 2002
*************************************
Cyclic reveries...instant pedigrees
of gods and goddesses
and hybrid minds trapped in time
where do the lines blend into mine
creating mazes and phases
to find the trick of life...
the fool is further from hell
than the queens and kings can tell
A little frustrated...maybe...sometimes
castrated to prevent the babies
from making their debut
into...something...new? True?
Do you suppose the rose is really blue
inside...too much pride to hide the truth?
Soon the days will be too few
the daze will be seen through-
the I's will find that closed inside
are fragments of the human mind
floating...weightless...like a dream
cycling circling calling to me
trying to be...Seen...
Questions arise...pry open my eyes
flood me with blood
from my bleeding eyes
shadows entwined...need to be free
first must see the demons in dream.
5-27-2002
******************************************
Sunset seems so far away
Some days
When the suns rays
Are split and sprayed
Divided and chided
For not residing
Permanently
Among these whisperings-
Glimpses of history
Passing under and through me
My soul is whole
In itself
But always I am willing
To delve deeper
Into invisibility.
6-21-2002
**********************************
When stars fall from the highest Mind
and sting the soul of the left behind
We must mourn
For our souls were sworn
to secrecy in this deep night
To imagine the fragile petals
Breathing with delight
Despite the fright
that must come before
the gentle opening
of each and every door
We must swallow the sound
And touch the ground
of our sorest and poorest wounds
Seeping from the weeping
that wept in the night
The shallow light that spreads
Over our heads
and leads us to right
Where we
Belong
To
Song
To Truth which is Essence
Which is gleaming and streaming
Thru the precious remembrance
Of lives left upon the brink
Of existence
Wondering if they were to breathe
Would they shudder thru the sieve
Of this world
Strained thru to be part of that
Which leaves too soon
Parts and wholes
And partial tolls and lifts
And lefts and rights and
Tests and matches
And catches and streams and
Patches of evening glow
If only we could know
The truth behind the flow
So slow
Are we
Though
In perceiving the rationality
Behind reality
And even as the light penetrates
Our damp skin
With our illusions of sin
We struggle to find the easiest
Way in
A place to begin to
Swim in the immense sea
That is me
That is you
That is everywhere embodied in truth
And therein we sing
We sign our names to the times
We’ve tried
But hence have died
Over and over again
To begin again
And perhaps be free
Of that binding grief
That we perceive as gripping
So tightly around that
Which we believe to be
Ours.
6-25- 2002
***********************************
In this transient world our diamonds are lost
our glow is dulled like the autumn frost
when rusty calls are heard as sighs
and trees are spirits with open eyes
we learn to bend we learn to kneel
we learn to ask we learn to feel
our hearts are pure if we can find
the path that frees the deaf and blind
In this transient world we live
our souls are reborn to learn to give.
August 2002
*********************************
A low whisper envelopes me
the silence permeates me
when the resistance
seems to fade-
thoughts scampering
out of reach
and out of sight
vagabonds
of the night.
Am I a child of this
great mystery?
Do I stare wide-eyed
back and forth
oscillating intensity?
Light teases me
as I become fluid.
Is it another dream?
Are things as they seem
when true sight tells
us that everything
we know
is
?sdrawkcab
8-4-2002
****************************************
We mourn for your lost shadowplays...
our last pathways into the light...
we are held by our Selves in the night...
Life-force flame claims the name
and blazes beneath the sun...
we've only just begun to pick our way through
these thickets of truth...
We are beckoned by seconds of Bliss
we are balancing the hits and miss
and the hugs and kiss
of the storm of the lessons born in time...
patterns vibrating...creating rhyme.
August 2002
***********************************
Do I want to stumble?
Upon ground already covered
by me
so many times before?
Repeating the Madness
to fight the Bore
of a million moments and a million more
to come?
Do I want to be Sane?
A simple motive needs no name-
but what has Madness to gain?
Am I too open?
Too closed?
Too smitten with the life of a Rose
to set my feet upon
solid ground,
freeing the gears from the
Mary-Go-Round?
9-01-2002
***************************************
Oh how this craziness beckons me....
the voices that were muffled
have turned to a scream.
I ache.
Eyeache and youWake and we are taken
for many kinds of rides-
flown through many kinds of sky-
but always confounded,
astounded-
asking :why?”
Impossible, you claim,
it's not worth the fame...
to claim the name
as your own-
to covet the throne
and yearn to make the waking
not quite so
Alone.
9-1-2002
**********************************
A hypothesis…forming…warning me of its kind
A catharsis of the Mind…
I am left behind
Until the Well is filled once more
By the bride of the Hiding
And the tide keeps riding
From the ocean to the shore
Cycling and circling
Lands we’ve known before…
Can the Saving be the same
As the Craving of the game
When you float firsthand
Upon the rain, upon the sand?
Still begging for the name of
The Hand
Which fed you
Sheltered you from the Blue
The freedom to choose
Or not choose
To Be
To See
To undertake this living Dream
Before the experiment is seized
And the hypothesis, unproven still
Forms a catharsis of free Will
Diseased by the need of
the Turning of the Wheel.
9-4-2002
****************************************
I am swept up in these torrents of Love
I am wept upon by these torrents of storm
the clouds that cover the lovers of light
are the windows that open the rivers of life.
9-4-2002
*****************************************
At a certain place in a certain time
there lived a girl who thought in rhyme
Puella was the magic girl
Puella the mirror of something more
here she wept and there she slept
her bare body against the floor
her tender breasts lay undeterred
this simple plight seemed so absurd.
9-9-2002
*************************************
There she was alone in the creek
the mud in her toes
and the blood on her feet
she must have flown to this place
teardrops spelled escape
on her face
briefly
leaflings falling sideways upways
and always I know
that the sound of home
is the sound of No
9-9-2002
***********************************
Those faces…
That Dream…
The spaces of my void
Are filled it seems
with the fragrance of you
With the fragrance of you
I could mold the new day
Make for the world a rainbow
With only this to say…
“Love this song has been sung Forever
And now you shall hear it again
The words are like rivers that
Flow through your soul
And shiver till met with the Gold
Of your Smile”
Oh Love, when will this
Mercury mayhem run swift
Back to the pre-manifest?
This dawn takes the mourning
Out of the new day
The old day
As it fades away
Smiles with a faith as if to say
That spirit is forever
Not like the weather
Not like the weather
My feather sweet friend
In this tidal wave.
My bride my side is
Growing dim
My steady aim from thoughts
That bend
Twist themselves
Down into Me
Till I can only pretend to see
Through
To you and to all tonight
I shall fall to my knees
And pray
That life will lift my arms today
Make me wings that will fly away,
Oh today it is not so grey…
9-29-02
*****************************
Did I dream all this...
already?
Washed up
upon shores of manifestation...
wandering
and wishing I were more...
or less
everything.
Sometimes I turn around
just to catch
the fleeting presence
of the moment
already passed...
I am cornered
sometimes.
As if only In
were the direction to go
and in this seeming
sea
of illusion
do we ever believe
we are found?
Or even lost?
What am I to do
here
now
with all I know?
Where shall I take this
thought
and how shall I know
which place
to face
It
and let it show?
10-1-2002
***************************************
Time is a whistle and tomorrow
is a dream
Here and Now
the light shades the scenes
where the play recedes
into places we've been.
Never announce to your heart
that you are free
you see
this world is trivial
at times
the light breaks the lines
and color
spills
so wonderfully.
10-1-2002
*****************************
EnTrance
Into the Storm
Into the World
Before the Form
InStance
Taken Away
From the LoveLight
From the DeepNight
Wanders the Worm
10-2002
************************************
Take this hand, brother, and keep
your gentle whisperings
in a soft jar upon the floor.
When the bodies of the sheep
like slaughtered and bleeding
you shall rise above the Moors.
Join this plight, brother, give
your knowing to the Now
and resonate in a tone filled with Awe
When the sun rises inside
the mouth of the great serpent
we shall be aligned with the All.
10-11-2002
**********************************************
Moonstruck and Mindfuck
And beam me up I feel I’m stuck
Down on my luck or up on my fuck
Standing to my right sipping up the night
Ripping up the light as it penetrates
My frame camping out on forest floors
Soaking up the rain
Crawling on all fours numb to the pain
And I sing again and my head rings again
And I’m led within tripping on the smoke
That smiles at my sighs
Tugging lids down over my eyes
Or up out of my skies
Wondering now how to go
How to sew my seams to fit the mold
That they hold for me
Sometimes its easier just to Be
To be free to see
And to lead a life that leads to Me.
10-29-2002
*************************************
A glitter of the bitter body
of winters troubled dreams
caper thru these paper truths
like sanity leaking thru my seams
11-3-2002
*****************************************
In my shack in my mind
there were words
that were not mine
and I rode to the end
of the world to defend
the heart of the sun
and the art of the one
who had breathed through
the sieve to bring me peace...
and now the time
is falling behind
past and future are just a line
a bait to buy your lives...
all my sins and all my friends
have turned to Stone
and learned to grow
dark and silent
amidst this cold.
11-6-2002
*******************************
Long live the lovers
who rumble under covers
that hold no shame
no blame today
no games can make
these flames erase
my name
up there in that
fertile sea
that fertile sky
that vulnerable eye
that floats by
and now I'm sane
there it goes
under snows
and rains
my thoughts flow
to create smiles
long tunnels in
tactless guile
here I sit
and here I stand
purposely portraying
the insanity of man.
11-6-2002
*******************************
o Josephine Jude
Hello Miss Jude,
how does the garden grow?
How do you know
the snow doesn't know
where it goes when it goes
and how do you know
that the rose isn't really blue
inside?
Up there in that amber sky
shaken with make-believe
wonders wonder why
wander high
let the rainbows flaunt
their disguise.
Hello Sister,
how does the day find you?
Whence asleep
we shout thru to dreams
that are a nexus of joy
statues of humanity
holding hands for the ploy...
Ah, my lass,
we must soon pass over
to the clover graves
whispered leaves
on barren graves
and this is sunshine
this is rain
this is wanderlust
inside the grain
and here
we are shyly watching
the rising
and knowing
and flowing
and going for more
breaking planes and taking
trains into thought
wrought with pain.
11-10-2002
****************************
Called I Am
to a place
in Time
I Am
Called.
11-15-2002
*******************************
Ok so here we go
in the script
we just dripped right out
and over all that we were
and never have
we laughed
so hard
and never have we tried
have we cried these tears
and dried these fears
too long
to belong
to song still?
And the script ends
but begins in another time
time after time
life after life
here we go again
the threads have been woven in.
November 2002
******************************
Freshly fingered fabrics
lapse into gentle silence,
those fraudulent fabrications
that twist into violence
and disappear
have dragged tear by tear
down my cheek
registered fear
among all but the meek
The brave, they say, is
the true slave
to fantasy.....But I
pledge myself to anonymity
suffering gently these
sweet thorns that are born
from trying too hard
from crying too loud
aching and waking and forsaking
the crowds
sweet appraisal;
The damsel is silent, in distress
underdressed in her amnesty...
this distant hypocrisy
forgets me
and I swerve to define this
line of my observations
this truth of my inner nation
proclaiming itself to be
free
mired in mud
transpired in blood
higher than the seers
who predicted the flood.
Babble on....sweet priest
deceive the ignorant on the streets
of Babylon
anoint your tampon and slide in
to plug up
the slut of your ideology
to stop the flow
of connection of energy
from the heart of god
to the god of Earth
who whispers secrets
in the form of Birth.
11.27.2002
***********************************
Tell me, Sweet Love
Where does the Mourning go
when the New Sun ushers in?
These mists fade before my eyes
I am steadied by the cries
of the wild, the untamed
where lie the bones of other days
and other ways.
Fragment by fragment
I put the puzzle together, to gather
the trust and the truth of the
Mother; to feel the looseness
of the spirit when free.
My beautiful one,
where will we lay our heads
when night stalks
the landscape with dreams
and escapades and whisperings?
Where will our feet find rest
beyond the nest
of our own great solitude,
beyond the realm of the
Maddening Moon?
Tender kisses sent like rain
to stain your lips and to flame
your heart,
twas you that broke
the bread, that cried in pain,
that wandered wounded Time
and Again....
sit down. Lay your
weary bones to sleep
and wonder silently of the
beckoning Deep.
Just hold the mirror close to
your Face, every line
and every crease
and every scar have written You
like poetry, played you
harmoniously; See the light
reflecting from your eyes,
penetrating any disguise...
This is where we dwell.
This is where we dwell.
December 5, 2002
****************************************
Frantic. These Antics have got to stop.
The mirror is clearer when viewed
from the top.
Away I go, only this and
this I know:
the Flowers have the power
that we are looking for!
Count the hours as they
sour until the midnight
moon has bore.....the dream
that seems the same
but in another name, in
another Game....she smiles
still
she smiles
real
she is
Calm Now
by the illusion of Sunset
Clean
by the act of surrender.
Where does the Shadow run to
and where can it hide
when the forces of Mind
have locked it inside?
Mothers hands have been Cleansed
she claims no piece
she wants to be released.
Heathens! We have come from the far corners
of this inevitable world
we have come bearing Gifts
we have come wearing Risks
like the promises
that sink beneath our skin
putrid skin.....lethal doses
of illusionary Sin.
Why have you forsaken me
Master
what have I failed you?
Sweat and tears are only fears
if you can waken
to your Whys.
Peace has come
To this lonely Heart
Shaken from the Waking
but she Always plays her part.
Quietly she has come to you
asking for your hand in Truth
openly she has asked of you
to bury her prayers beneath
your wings
and to be held by the heartstrings
of your wonderings.
Wake up, to your Dreams
and know that they
are more than Seams
…..a place to find your freedom
find your Lore
find and seed them
from your Core
without the separation
without the preparation
without the desperation
we seem to find.
Everywhere.
December 2002
**********************************
Tender kisses sent like rain
to stain your lips
and to flame your heart
twas you that broke the bread
that cried in pain
that wandered wounded
time and again
sit down
Lay your weary bones to sleep
and wonder silently
of the beckoning deep
just hold the mirror
close to your face
every line and every crease
and every scar
have written you
like poetry
played you harmoniously
see the light
reflecting from your eyes
penetrating any disguise
this is where we dwell.
This is where we dwell.
12-5-2002
***************************
Denial
of things Unseen
of Life trapped inside
your cold vial of Code.
Tempt me,
demons
allow me to move these
feelings through
like Semen building
another You.
...am I watched
here
waiting for time to tick away
day after day
night after night
keeping track of the hours
as they melt into Light
into Rhyme
beating its rhythm
into my Spine
til I shiver and run
and hide
from the ride
that you offer
here on this low tidal wave
slipping slowly
causally out
like an applause
with too much laughter
to hold the pain.
Dance amongst yourselves...
as the water rises
you must rise
to take the land in your hand
today
to make another world ready
to create
Brave Soul
of untold dimension
needing just a bit
of Intention
to feed the flame
of a life lived on this plane
in this game...
Play your role
and never complain.
12-9-2002
*************************************
*Doctor Doctor*
Take the scalpel, prep the
blade, insert the syringe
into the vein,
in surrender they wait,
you numb their pain,
doctor of diseased fate
your hypocrisy leaves
bloody stain, admit defeat
in this treacherous game
You wince at tales of
human sacrifice, tales from
the tribes of the old,
you fail to see you set the
same price, of human life
in trade for gold
You cut out the heart
that beats to bleed,
you feed the soul with infinite
need, your precision with incision
is the catheter of your greed
You pick apart the limbs
and lives of children of your
iron lies, who come to you to
ease their pain, to give them
rules, to feed their shame
You are nothing more than
outgrown clothes, your tired
wired mind is closed
open only to the dose
of another prescription, another
pill, another signing of the deal
"Leave your soul to me"
you say, " I will operate the kinks
away, I'll fix you up, and
bring you down, I'll stitch
your skin and make you free
of all the ills you claim to be,
till once again you must succumb
and allow me once more
to make you numb."
12-4-2002
***********************************
My beautiful one
how sweet your smile tastes
when you play
at being you.
12-7-2002
*********************************
So slow
she stumbles
she knows
she humbles
the wisest of men
the finest of kin
have forgotten
so slow
down yourself
feel around your
self
to see
if it is truly free
this veil
covering all
you see.
12-9-2002
*******************************
If I were to finish this song I write
would you join me
for a dance in Hecates moonlight?
Heaven could never hold
the wonders you hold
Hell could tell you stories untold.
Whispers Shadows Dragons
of the hiding
Where have you hidden
your deep lair?
Where is the treasure you hold
so dear?
December 2002
**********************************
I'm bored...
I'm board
with splinters
outreaching
stabbing westward
thru veils of
empty
songs
breaking waves
with these
vibrating gongs
of bored sighs.
2002
Barneys Hamburgers/written on orders slip
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I’m twisted
and tampered
And feeling Pampered
by Life
This Night
This tribute to Light
is but a Face
Of the race I run
The case I’ve begun to sort thru
And contort to
And still the Sun shines thru
Like icing on the cake
That in my Womb I bake
With creativity at stake
For far too few
Understand
The clues
And wake and take the break
For Life is the Steak
And potatoes
Of the Days which grow
Through my labors
I take the Smile and
Fake senile
And pretend to Forget
That I Am
still Wet
Gleaming like sweat from the brow
Of the Holy Cow
Who Was
Slaughtered in Fear
Cooked
for our Dear who is Slave
To the Tears
That have Flooded before…
Knocked
down their doors
And
Dripped right through
The cracks in the Floor….
Peace
Is Sweet
And a Covert Operation
At best
Is less
Than a fatal test
Of the rest.
2002
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It lasts forever
never seems to burn down
seems so clever
a trick
in smoke
and words we
drown.
It takes time
to kill time
but it doesn't matter
the rhyme
becomes
madder and
m a d d e r
over
Time..........flatter and more
s c a t t er e d with
each
L
i
n
e.
December 2002
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Its mild compared to the wild
Untamed mysts of
These uncharted seas
Its wonder cries loud
And shouts clouds
Just to please me
We
Have dripped thru the truth
Confused the here for now
The last for least the up
For out
And now
Its servile to the saints
Of irony hypocrisy
All the dirty deeds
They bleed
And Seed
Within this violent creed.
Paranoia, dichotomy
Cerebral sodomy
Beneath the sheets
That speak of your
Stains
Our claims
Of hierarchy over all
We see
But soon the world will
Soak in bleach
Float from reach in
Seas of despair
In Me~s everywhere…
2002
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Oh the pleasure of
such leisure
is the measure
of my seizure
when down upon the ground
I fall
shaken with faking
and taken
by the call.
December 2002
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Swim, swim my little one
Let the current
Take you
And allow
Allow
Allow
Surrender to the flow
And know
That you are in the
Stream
Of
Love
Where only your smile
Could
Outshine
The
Glimmer of sunlight
On the waters surface,
Like a furnace
Your intensity
Burns
Churns
Turns my feelings to fire
Surrender to the flow
My love
And we shall follow
The current
Even
Higher.
2002
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Throwing off the covers
That cover me
The hunger that hovers
Above me
My eyes are closing now
To shut out the light
Its too bright
Tonight
In my mind.
Thoughts trickling far
Behind
And I run to catch them
To match them with
Intensity
But here I am
Struggling with density
My memory
Is reminding me
That I am just a being
Of Light
And the light seeks
And finds me
Here
Alone
On my weary throne
Urging myself into
Electricity.
2002
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Time it grips me Life it trips me
Here I am again
Falling to the bottom of begin
All just to see it end again
And winter slowly passes over me
Opens my eyes there’s more to see
Paper cups filled with snow
Melting in your embers glow
Oh, how I hold your thoughts with me
How I mold your harmony into song
Is this the world where I belong?
Life it seizes as it teases
Never once letting go
But when the sin is filtered thin
The Light begins to show
And making faces at the rain
Will not shield you from the pain
And only the lonely know where it goes
Here is the dance
With tight legged pants
And boots that stomp upon the soul
Where love is above the push and shove
And space it fills the empty holes
I hear it but I never fear it
Never once shaking scared
Between the sea and the ship
In this life I have fared
And suns are the closest stars
Remembering faces burned and scarred
And tear at truth till the bleeding shows
And the heart is a part of the human dart
Poisoned with your fatal blows
Craving waste is burning haste
And haste is never one to give
But loving life is loving strife
And loving is the will to live
Beneath these crowns our tattered frowns
Are pulled into a smile
When ravens call and pigeons fall
The shit it steeps into a pile
Where eyes are open and hoping
For a last twinkle of fame
Breathing life into the game
Still understanding the quietly demanding
Rules to the ways of the crippled and lame
Tangled hair and tangled hearts
And broken pieces of mechanical parts
Are buried in the hurried sins
Of the men and women we know
Running from the stain of sin
And sinning at the sight of him
You lift your life up to the show
2002
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We are just liars
walking on fire
all bodies tire
they've found another buyer...
you are free
my beautiful one!
Your secrets are safe with me!
We can join together
swim the sea
and see the sun
and son we know
we'll join as one!
Oh glory be the day
the day we put our guns
away
My child, suddenly sour
suddenly ours;
suddenly flowers bloom
before my eyes
my sighs betray my lies
my eyes relay the whys
and the glimpses
pop me once more
pimples plucked on bathroom floor
wiped clean
by morbid dream
leaking sanity through my seams.
We walk and we talk and we
take our time
we dream and we scream
and we feed the rhyme.
Silence, my child.
Look up
and you will know
your home in the stars
in the fars and aways
and the barricades
that block our way into the sun
that block our way
into the sun
my friend.
My love, we are falling
back to our knees
we are like diseased rats
burdened brats...
burnt fat offerings
from the arms of the bull
who has left his position
to the modern fool.
Shall we see this
shall it be scene?
Shall we weave this
into dream?
Plastic contraceptive,
plastic directive
burn the fetus
with your lack of perception.
December 2002
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BlissNinja 