No target
bes greater

than
empty space
full of itself

So
I feels unwell
as I am looking for a reason
I
bes well

So
I feels lost
as I am looking for a reason
I
bes found

So
I feels lonely
as I am looking for a reason
I
bes loved

So
I feels empty
as I am looking for a reason
I
bes full

I am
I bes

On empty stage perform thy play
no actors gathered in the way

no audience to hear I say
on empty stage perform thy play

wink left
wink right
wink out of sight

Zip the eye
at two places

Here to there >
There to here <

A blessing
be allowed

not
performed on your person

Nature
doesn’t spill a drop of worthiness

a cup
overflows
when it hasn't had its fill

Wibbles
Wobble

Quibbles
Quabble

Oceans
Ripple

*******
Stipple

be sure
to take the whole of you
into a new creation

not just the headache

One
mans truth
can rule the lies of many

a spoke
be spun
to a wheel in turn

gathering

its
earth asunder

Be
non stick
to a question

and
glue to an answer

A fell sweeps claim oer an oceans crawl
Its swell held steady on her masters wheel
On tip of tail
Rip pelts its gain
To faces of white oak
Fleshing its lash to stern a skreel

Akin spill brine oer crested seal
Flayed to a heap on star of board
Meets mercy to a shantys wail
Scored deep inside her blackened hold

Buckles bound to chain and silk
Be heckle fetched to flattery
A brat un bridled to its helm
On wish be forged her majesty

I to let
on all be guesting
this house of requiem ascension

Evoke
U surp this incantation
Stung into a dislocation

Heads on crick end
Neck a keel
Gulp upon a dry repeal

Blood a rune in gurt be fester
Scented to its hazel pine
Zip a crux to ravens jester
Lusting on the grip of vine

Scored to a throne
On apex exalted
The bull flares its steel heat
To my clefted rib

Its twist swift on its steer
Cures its kind to nerve ascending
L'etric red ushers its drench oer my clay swelt
Naked on the bone

Its death
My dawn

I would
have chosen death


had I known
how good a life could be

Be
projecting
thy creation

Be not
reacting to dictation

Be not
warming your
hands over a cold fire

be lit
to the heat of a new desire

****** thy chest to a swallows breast
Fix feet to ground white fire blessed
Flow breath in kind on highest tide
Set compass north thru eyes be wide

Raise tongue to taste thy words not waste
Let voice be rich and sowing
Set thought no aim be blind to game
Its fert be not worth knowing

I reach
as far
as my thoughts

and
I stay
out of the reach of others

Be
all of some

not
some of all

A fight
will be starved to death

or fed to life

weapon
be your choice

Heat bleeds oer this skin of grace
Touches flesh to a feathered vine
Drinks a kiss into the melt of my heart
Pressing its scent to the seal of white fire

Set bare to the bone breast of sentience
My exalted naked and *****
Spins on its steel spine
The soul gasping its pang
Hung in the paralysed emptiness of space

Curing her thirst into my flesh
She charges my surrender
Whipping her currency thru my breached body
Waves of 3 to the skull
3 to chest
3 to belly and root
Side to side up to down
Nite into day
Chasing white fire to the 4 winds

Ancient tongues squirm and squeal
Letching rancid on swallow spittle and ****
Fetching to the wake of a voiceless thunder
Heaving forth on the masters spill
Commanding its spawn to its lotus feet
Daring the speak into silent recoil
Purging tempt and trickery into deaf repose

Swift as swallow
White as feather
Sweetened to her suckled heather
Death be sown to 7 seeds
barron be the black of eve

Run the gold gauntlet
Spank the great sailor
Thread water to word ship
Masked in her flavour

Zip time in two places
Stick middle to man
Worn into all faces
Inhaling the scam

Bearer of light
Speak deaf on the ear
The hungry despite
White fire appear

be bad
be good
be happy or sad
be bought
be sold
fashioned out of gold
be cruel to your kind
looking at your mind
checking out in the changing room
the blind leading the blind

Hardened be the heart
living in the way
Wrong to make a right
Fighting for a say
Waiting to be saved while following a fad
Taken by the world to it
Telling what to have

To have and to hold
To whisper a scream
To fight and to forge
To live out a dream
To suffer and save
Feeding the starve
You look from your eyes
You see in the dark

Be you up to bring it down
Alive to wake the dead
Be you clean or be you *****
Riding in the red
Opening the door
Closing it to time
Willing to explore
Holding on the line

With one hand on the plow
The other in the fight
Looking in and looking out
A little left
A little right
A little I
A little you
A little super to the glue
Taken by the word of it
Telling what to do

Be hum
Be buzz
Be flow
Be fuzz
Be current
Be source
Be earth
Be force
Be glitch
Be itch
Be dim
Be bright
Be A
Be I
Be out of sight
Be low
Be high
Be light
Be white
Be vibe
Be rate
Be more to make

So
called
missing pieces

be the very essence
to fill my empty

Thought
be hard and course to the swallow

when its taste
be set on another's tongue

a scent
will sweeten its sour
to the very seed I plant it on

I take
full responsibility

for how others treat me

This
I can control
That
I can not

Do not
make a choice
create it to have

There
be no sting
on the tail of a dove

A soul
knows nothing
of suffering love

I think
as far my thoughts

and stay
out of the reach of others

The staff on demand
Pulls tight a ribbon to its decadent throat
Corporeal being spills empty its spent space
into the corpse of clay
pressing its leer thru a slip of truth
peppered to the eye of its socket

the blood cloth inks its let
to her red rosey prejudice
blackened by its banished stain
relinquent and beastly
delicate and deathly
oer the swinging skull of memory

dripping its smelt on the suicide skin
a pest be its pleasure
pining and clad on the hang of hope
hurling at the end of a tethered rope

Happy
in the not getting
to where you be going
or what you be asking for

I look here
I get this

I look there
I get that

I look for it
and it looks back

everything I see
I put in my eye to look at

As you
lock on
to whats not going well

you remain
a co operative creative component
to that very expression of reality

May
be none

be
more than one

She rests on broken silence
Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye
Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch
Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire
The servile on request
opt neath her nestled fleet
ground to dust and chaff

Light bends its mind to the hum of soul
Turns eye in on claim of self
Strips guile from oceans of red ripples
Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose
Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn
Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body

There
be no lack
most be asking for less
by not allowing more

all creation
be claimed
thru resonance of body
in accord with desire

The actors
in mind

play out
the parts assigned

A
victims
line of sight

be
cast thru
its predators eye

I be
only capable
of seeing

that which
I put in my eye to look at

I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created

Truth
be an essence
wanted or unwanted

all be truth
to one believing it

choice
can never be denied
for all truth
be created thru the act of choosing

A
cannot

become
B

one who shoots
at 2 targets
splits his eye
in half

The
only way
out of a problem energy

be
to activate the solution energy

not
to be digging
into more of the problem energy

I be
only capable
of seeing

that which
I put in my eye to look at

I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created

What  
you choose to tell yourself

you will
answer to

an answer
can only spin
in accordance
with
the essence of its question

A soft word
spun in the head

will drip
its sweet essence
into the body below it

You hum above you
as you feel a hum below

You hum below you
as you feel a hum above

As I
remove from this eye
what be seen
and embody its unseen
I become the eye of heart
a formless feeler
an essence of soul not sight
devoid
of what is
was
and will be


formless
aimless
a being
becoming
never to become

an eternal star
born thru death in life
its light burning  
in the once and forever