Whisper not
so the deaf can hear

roar as a lion
to the ear of the desert

From the great dust bowl of infinity, birth sat ready on the lip of time,
no not I , until the grill of sun made its home in the chesty melt of crystal dust come hither from the rip of a burning blue azzure,torn thru the fabric of universal skin I bled my bounty dry and pressed my eye to the moons harrow , face frozen to the light of mystical embrace, beatified to the pallet of eternal bleed upon the gallop of thought chasing memory to the seed, stood foreign on the freeway of emotion

To avoid misery create the atmosphere of joy
To avoid joy create the atmosphere of misery

There is no keeper of emotion and thought
but the slave master of deliverance
thru your inner of being alone

as the first blood lasts

Imagine you as dead as life can be
to a world cast in the living providence
of life's memorial

imagine the slow stone of wake
spin and split in its silent forever
oer your majestic body of ash and clay
faithful to the wild fire burn of suns melt
into the mould of soul

imagine the harness of all time being
bend its dream to angelic press and taste on the take of all
as the wave of perfect love birth with the fill of stillness
breaks the shadow of its own light

imagine the nakedness of child
spoken into its speak of never
and the only there is and always will
be comes
to no end be its last
to no last be its end

a death
denied life

is life pronounced dead

The way others
got into your head

is not a way out of theirs

an invisible name for nothing

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

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

any word on the water

Only the Human Ego
defies life

as it goes on dying

No imagination can accommodate
the expression of that creating it

but the sense of its not being

love me love me love me do

not you
not you
not you
not you

the more sickness you produce for them

Force not yourself

at a world you believe
is not here

That you think and believe
is tearing you apart

is really putting you back together

by taking you away
from conditional love

to un-condition you
and make you whole as before

represents the physical reality
the one looking creates

Words
neither hurt nor sting

all opinion
bes self inflicted

as you don't wish anything bad
happen your mind
be best you shine not s**t on it

As you argue for your pain
it stays a loyal companion

as you open to possibility
you give way to the boundless energy beyond it

a thief takes that it believes it lacks
a thieved lacks that it believes can be taken

We be a body you are made of
as you be a body made of us

Look here get this
Look there get that
Look at it and it looks you back
Look for it and it looks you blind

that everything you see
you had to put it there to find

is not the power
creates it

but the power
makes it real

thought hangs no power on you
until you believe it and receive it as your truth

Dont run
from a chase

you only run after it

only a point of you

but heaven ignored

as man made mind
creates a hell to heaven
or a heaven to hell

A
plug
in a socket

with
no
power

We care so much about you
more than anything you are made of

A
cannot

become
B

one who shoots
at 2 targets
splits his eye
in half

like our sun minds earth

how we do not know
until the character life steps into play

how we do not move
until the whisper of thought helps you to your feet

how we do not breath
until the press of air takes you on its wing

how we do not live
until the wave of emotion shapes space to your skin

how we do not love
until desire sits you on its tongue to taste

how we do not be
until the souls keep puts light to the shadows face

its morphing
to form your inner ideals and feelings

projected at
and reflected back at you

from the field of infinite intelligence

in coherence to your body hum

things are made

to be

in the space of your own mind

The Stir of the Cat

Start here, be and don’t move a morsel muscle, as the paradox reality intertwines the tussle in the backlash of a centre fold be bust by natures kindle thru the nasal vine upended on the bruised subtle fracture of a distant muse ascended , before the young scoff of a gene crafted blood to the brawl on the top end street, the lamp  lit doorways poised and ready for deceit, letterheads frattled and tapped to the foot of post modern magnetism as the diamonds cut and rush be siphened off  into the physical pivotal of jovial concession, mothers sons and fathers daughters tending to confessional  pretending hope to land its place in life’s allure and lapping grace a ***** ***** grab and sickle to the handle with out care , a crushing on the temple door made fickle in despair, into the land of crisses crosses oer the holy ground , on to the seat beset to throttle praise and  duty bound as naval buttons cut  the cordial  make into believe, till redeemer redeems of its brat and re-buttle relieved of its cervical hat, the raven retires to all that is subtle, be no grounds for divorce in the stir of the cat

People do resent your self
as you dare to try adjust their self
to give your self a good feeling

A slow day winds time around the carousel of coloured wing
in bravery of common dure rare spoken curious to things,
hope steals back its charge and harbours none to its remains,
as fast as the wills demise on the ivy's climb, fawned to the nature of worlds , come flocking to the aviary of avarice stood proud upon the pummel stone of stature, beat bent to the final crick and fractured spurn, taken leave of now's nobility , unfurled in precious turn, ******* on the captains shire, as the seven seas play slight of hand oer the mystery of fire

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

the pursuit
of life

thru thought
alone

is like following
a scent

to find
your nose

to the fire of eternality

Just wipe your bottom clean
there's no need to investigate it

The Past

a
skid mark
to lifes underpants

The energy push against unwanted things
Is the same energy creating unwanted things

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

The Wish Master

Hello my wish, will you spell me with your charm
and drip your flighty flirt upon my golden armour,
days light passed now and stillness be's getting faster
thru this vessel of sweat and sweet glandular grind,
where handled nature holds tight to the meat of rope
reigning its burr and burn thru this body's hold on a steady line,
all to thinking beyond the vapour of mind lumped to the sparse
empty stare of a clue clung clang existence in the vicinity of no where to be and the all to be no where, blurred by the eyes fire a blush and a blaze in the beautiful agony of a scars weep come undone as the will would have it be in the even tide of a wish ruled by the masters slide

its in the eye of the human being
all the carnage is created

not in the way it looks
in the way its perceived to be