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394 · Nov 2015
Flame's Mind
Onoma Nov 2015
Our core seems to ever
bear the offhandedness
that bore it...
a flame's mind is the
space it lights.
393 · Oct 2015
Shaping Thing
Onoma Oct 2015
Eyes as rolling
waves...
following
a shaping
thing
that Is...
&
ever shall
be,
transposed
ceremoniously.
393 · May 2017
Chock-full of Crazy
Onoma May 2017
morning lay like totaled
freedom, wish i could sew
its breeze to my chest and
wear it as a name tag.
sleep was beyond the cost
of damages.
there's a week to work through,
and today is another day?
what is it to forget to blink,
in a bypass of mind, a trickle
of drool at the side of the mouth?
how optical can an illusion get
while in daily activity?
another glug of coffee fails to
enrich the details, the nervous
system blinkers.
the capacity for joy, is proportional
to that of sorrow...every weekend
forgoes that wisdom.
be it chock-full of crazy.
it's the only way.
393 · Jan 2016
Fulfill
Onoma Jan 2016
~To live, is to be
full of the world...
to die is to fill it.
Nothing holds water...
not even The Ocean~
On impermanence.
393 · Mar 2017
Alert Me to My Stable
Onoma Mar 2017
A liturgical darkness pains the

wriggling web of a praying star.

Hardwon quietude differentiates

obsolete centers to contrive the

offing.

Timeless hands go up in deflection,

as to abort the scene.

Whose spelling could not boast a

mouth synchronous with them.

The growth spurt of insult to injury

topples a bucket of well water

down the throat.

Alas, at morning...alert me to my

stable, that I may act in accordance.
392 · Jun 2019
Fruit Come Fruit
Onoma Jun 2019
fruit come

fruit, no matter

the kind.

hides its tongue

inside.

sweet, bitter or

both--to the kiss

of taste.

lift it up, offer it

to the sky--then

hurl it to the ground.

with a force that'll

free its tongue--assaying

juice for flies

and ants.

that come to indulge like

clear words.
391 · Dec 2014
Pray by Stay
Onoma Dec 2014
In the empty...
of full...
in the full...
of empty...
the Heart opens...
its:
pray by stay.
390 · Sep 2014
Frame This Floating
Onoma Sep 2014
I wish I could frame this floating...
where the head sheds...
blank snapshots that bloom
forever.
Just to mindfully crawl inside the frame...
stretch, sigh and become unframed.
390 · Feb 2015
Messiahship
Onoma Feb 2015
I Am the Messiah come
to deliver me--
I have come to pass.
Mine own Messiahship  reaches
hand and foot into a
Heaven and Hell.
I have come to pass exponentially,
I Am with me.
I Am breath entranced to breathe...
by a breathing air.
I Am the air of breathing air--
I Am not the fear of a body--
I wear it well.
I Am within, without me--
I have come to pass
exponentially.
I Am with me.
*Our True Calling...
390 · Sep 2014
Rendered Thus
Onoma Sep 2014
Quashed by energies too
big to hug and kiss...
the beauteous sitter's
rendered thus.
That quaking catch
disbelieved all the evidence
at hand, till the only peace
was made.
389 · Oct 2016
Holding a Bird
Onoma Oct 2016
It's the sensation
of holding a bird
in the palm of
your hands...its
silky belly and
prickly feet want
free.
There's so much
warmth created
just by holding
that upward energy.
To bind wings to
a ball...
the mind should avoid
that at the moment
of death.
389 · Oct 2015
Leavings of Light
Onoma Oct 2015
To feel days on
end as quivering
water...to wear air
as a body of
feathers.
To see an
egg in a snake's
mouth, whose
retractable jaws
slip a world
down its throat.
Gathers leavings of
light...
showing one
gently to the door.
On fragility.
389 · Aug 2015
Red Runs Red
Onoma Aug 2015
Words help themselves

to the hollows

of meaning...the way

red runs red...and the

Heart loves its brilliant

passage.
388 · Sep 2016
A Familiarity
Onoma Sep 2016
If unknowing
is our faithful
implosion to
knowing...there's
somehow a
familiarity midst
the flickering light.
387 · Aug 2016
How Green It Is
Onoma Aug 2016
As one disappearing in
an inward distance,
to reappear in an outer
one...there's an aliveness
here, and only here...
forever redefining
the essence of life.
The grass can never
stop telling you how
green it is.
387 · Feb 2016
Attributeless Stupor
Onoma Feb 2016
I've seen beauty
feign ugly, to behold
what you carry.
Subject to object of
affection, beholding
itself squarely.
As the attributeless
stupor of its own light...
Lovestruck.
387 · Mar 2017
Furnish the Mark
Onoma Mar 2017
Forehead spread, primly kissed--

the crushed gentleness of a sleeper

who's walked wakefulness to ol'

silences.

Made meek by mad sways of logic,

so much day to be had mid the weak

grip of the hour.

Always the more, always the less--for

having knelt to what's unspeakably spent,

sign upon sign sealed over.

Bound by the luster of preciousness, a soppy

flash in mesh.

Something therein cries: furnish the mark,

that I may kiss it.
387 · May 2017
Moth Dust
Onoma May 2017
your sight's the filmy

wound of a dream,

which you swab

with moth dust.

a wing beat away

from disintegration.

the sound of

final breath fallen

on deaf ears.

the rite that night

scatters,

bouncing off walls

and windows.

shocked by sudden

brilliancies, seen as

tunneled ends.
387 · Sep 2015
Wade this Jest
Onoma Sep 2015
Don't fade this jest...
open that country,
valleys whose cupped
palms beg blue overhanging.
Seas apart that smile together...
somewhere out there in
those oceanic depths ,
your heart pulls on mine...
we're both caught on the
same line, let's wade
this jest.
387 · Aug 2015
Yellow Press
Onoma Aug 2015
Occasion for beauty
bent on sake...
as one blue opening
with the yellow
press of that day star...
overcome to the point
of self-embrace.
386 · Mar 2019
The Cruelest Month
Onoma Mar 2019
--shall April be the cruelest month?

as that praying mantis poet Eliot proposed--

to begin with implosive foolery.

sagging rains that will shatter stained glass

windows, to reveal another station, of

another cross.

forgetting to joke about dead-seriousness.

the air will carry roses flustered by the

bloated piety of clouds,  soaking the earth

for worms to break surface.

stirred crazy into beaks that glut, then sing.

more than arthritic bones, the forever growing

pains of a scowling soul...ah April.
385 · Dec 2015
Hum Home
Onoma Dec 2015
Eyes go to the ground
in such a way...the sky
sees a pair of feet and
understands.
384 · May 2016
Swallows Lesser Love
Onoma May 2016
Love opens and
swallows lesser
love...what
was few and far
between, full
of life.
383 · Jun 2015
Embracing as the Body
Onoma Jun 2015
Seated on a park bench...
a ravingly beautiful June
day, the body limp with
relaxation.
A breeze as embracing as
the body to itself...carries
the scent of a dead creature
at its tail end...somewhere
near.
382 · Mar 2017
Any Spell
Onoma Mar 2017
Seabed steps balancing an open rhythm,

hardwired horizon, Basquiat cross-out head.

Sparking concavities of globed trips,

causeless smiles, here~wear one too if

you want.

Off at shine in the make, steps supping ripples

to helices, empyrean's safety cords

vibrating fast enough to shake off

any spell.
382 · Oct 2014
Theophany
Onoma Oct 2014
The dreamless anterior, where from the
dream vacated.
Of all intersecting lines bursting the star
of their hub--deemed the twilit Hand at
all starry hubs and their creatures.
Withheld till set upon a particular
realization, that this may think of that,
and that out of this.
Integral as a stone lifted from its mountain--
wailing for the kingdom of dead weight.
If a stone could thrice  cry out and away
from the dreamless anterior, the vacated
dream is both nothing and something...
the dreaming posterior.


World...world over, through...as it is, might
gathered.
Space gathered unto itself, and space
gathered unto itself...adamant dream of
deathless artifice.
Of all the seeming till becoming...a world, the
vast accumulation of what it gathered unto
itself.
Thing upon thing in service of things, the
seamless Whole...world, world over, through...
as it is, might gathered.
World so wanted you for itself, yet world I
am unto myself you might say...and so it is.
There's no world but through you, you and you...
that, that and that.
The lone psyche of everything is a world--world
over, through...as it is, might gathered.
By that lone psyche what world must be gathered
by might, over and again...relents a Whole,
conjoined dreamers All...seamless our world by virtue
of the many who dream it.
382 · Jul 2016
Fingertip
Onoma Jul 2016
As the first
rigid ripple
of a raindrop,
why-why-why-ing
water...and the
poured blood of
a bloom upheld--
the Whole places
its fingertip upon
your most silent
spokenness.
Keeps it there...
till release forgets
the fingertip.
381 · Apr 2017
White Plates in Real Time
Onoma Apr 2017
Having tripped over your
head, moving hands over
white plates in real time.
Gone cross eyed staring
at the tip of your nose
meditating madness.
Insightful as a cardboard
box repeatedly stabbed
by a pen for light-letting,
pinhead portals of a brain's
final oxegenation.
More trading balance with
less, a genderless news
anchor signing off the air.
380 · Jun 2015
Cup Overflows
Onoma Jun 2015
The cup overflows
at present...
filling what we
see at present,
emptying what
we see at present.
380 · Nov 2018
Perfume
Onoma Nov 2018
i want to enter

deep inside your

dream...

like a contagion of

roses pressed for

a drop of perfume.

the body chemistry

of twenty one centuries...

released.
379 · Feb 2017
Not Brought Forth
Onoma Feb 2017
This you say, without
saying, is my frame--
racked by what is
not brought forth.
Triptych of self...reserved by
the momentum of evasion.
Not to outstride holy company.
Compounding the brilliance
of what was stole away from.
As if a face for every
face, that could not bear
its image.
Driven to outposts which
are eyes more naked than
love at war.
So much of self at judgement,
none the more self to judge
having seen.
379 · Nov 2023
Anaconda Rainbows
Onoma Nov 2023
anaconda

rainbows...

shedding

bovine

rivers.
379 · Jan 2016
The Ground Spoke
Onoma Jan 2016
The ground spoke
with a sound of
feet, the ground
of being spoke
without a sound.
378 · Feb 2019
Cubist Vanity
Onoma Feb 2019
a song of secrets,

a twisted hum--

builds till it splits a

witch's speculo, speculo

on the wall.

into silver spiders--

her

cubist vanity of jumbled

pose.

cockeyed with the ugly

beautification of truth.
376 · Dec 2016
Of Time's Trilogy
Onoma Dec 2016
Of time, to meditate upon, will not be the meditation
begun with.
Time thought to itself: I shall be short and concise,
long and imprecise, and in the middle you are...
presently.
To trickle less into more--more into less...for what
wanes documents scarcity.
Drinks the bitter drop, and elongates a weary grin.
Time assumes the rite of Way, as we wait submissively...
and in accumulation of wait on wait--we wait no more.
Our turn is taken up, in turn.
Why the trilogy of a past, present and future?
What Physician unifies light outer and inner, in a
concentrated beam...to pass over our three eyes?
Perhaps an eye for, kept upon--each pillar of time's
trilogy.
Time ensnares our volition to ensure our grace, as the
wind that enlisteth not, bespeaks of it.
376 · Aug 2019
Before Having
Onoma Aug 2019
death oversleeps its own

repose...to energize the

next life-dream.

whose time come early rises.

all in the name of seeing

The Original Face.

before having both name

and face.
376 · Sep 2016
Will Undo
Onoma Sep 2016
Peace is always here...
waiting.
Her patience will undo
any contrary will.
375 · May 2016
Known Completely
Onoma May 2016
There's this feeling
of being known
completely,
only when you've
become inconceivable  
to yourself.
375 · Apr 2017
Red to Rotten Tomatoes
Onoma Apr 2017
As certain as red to rotten

tomatoes, these flicks from

The Flux...dream up, down,

and side of ways everfor.

Whose etheric budget's

round about: earth, that's

              but a...)

camera's Pandora's Box

of cameras.

Indivisible, invisible to visible

images...gaga sagas.
373 · Apr 2018
April Head of Hair
Onoma Apr 2018
an April head of hair
in dispositions of wind--
institutional greens
swept away by exponential
growth.
outright wiry (mind be still).
when color roasts its
pigment strange things
happen.
as balloons loosely held
by children,
with ice cream dangling
from their chins.
rains begin to sputter in
afterglows of building
warmth.
dogs rub their spines on
the grasses of parks, tongues
limply aside in pardons
of speech.
raving aliveness.
373 · Oct 2014
Dreamer's Dream
Onoma Oct 2014
Golden-canopied fires of
a due sun's rising...
know which veils must
part as eyelids.
A light brought out
by light beyond fire's
intemperance...places the
dreamer's dream upon that
very effulgent happening.
373 · Jul 2016
Blow after Blow
Onoma Jul 2016
Blow after blow
of light in variation
dark.
Would the purifying
centrality of each
blow be withstood...
heart will be said
of stance.
372 · Nov 2014
My Indebtedness Levels
Onoma Nov 2014
...My indebtedness levels...
~me~
on this Playing Field.
Everything registers...
because every vibration's
overqualified.
372 · Mar 2016
Crystal Shell
Onoma Mar 2016
Afoot on this spring day,
noonday denies it snowed.
All the feel of a crystal shell
loosing rainbows where
thought ceased.
Gone so far inward, it comes
outward...as far away.
A bird's voice spreads across
the air, the way color spreads
across flowers.
372 · Oct 2018
Blind Drunk
Onoma Oct 2018
the sky

above

the clouds

keeps calling:

last call.

the rain

being

blind drunk...

keeps pouring.
372 · Oct 2018
Create Gods
Onoma Oct 2018
my illusions

create gods...

which beget gods.

they keep steeling

one another's thunder.

never was there such

bold-faced entitlement.

silvery sworded severances

charge the air...hand to

hand clashes trying to

advance on cloudy territory.

it's too electric, and appetites

too whet...illusion's gonna

go.

i/they can taste it.
371 · May 2019
Ghost Town
Onoma May 2019
sitting on a lazy chair,

bones locked in place.

as rain randomly falls

through a breeze like

scattered seed.

wholly intent on the green

sway it compels, i reach out

my hands to absorb the stir.

imprint the latest turning, and

run them across my face.

seeing what sees through me so much

better now, wet all over with the

shoosh of passing cars.

raising the goblet that wets the beak

of a black bird, hailed king of my ghost town.
371 · Dec 2016
As You Would Have It
Onoma Dec 2016
Could it be other than as it is?
As you would have it, is how you'll
have it.
The very form of your have, and have not...split down prayerful hands.
The opening and closing of eyes survived by the peregrination of a
body...as you would have it, as you'll have it.
A remembrance undone with every blessed motion...cautioning the mind not to keep pace, not to intellectualize such a motioning.
Alas, it would be difficult to intellectualize the anatomical function of the body twenty-four hours a day...would it not?
Grace set against its only backdrop...
a haiku that refuses the trappings of a novel, as you would have it...
is how you'll have it.
371 · May 2016
Day-lines
Onoma May 2016
Pinch-perfect
suns reflect
upon embodied
waters.
As day-lines
draw their
horizons,
like precision
cut diamonds.
371 · Feb 2019
Infinite Givers
Onoma Feb 2019
please learn

to kiss a woman's

hands.

as if they were

your eyes.

they are the infinite

givers.
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