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287 · Feb 2017
Throat Gone For
Onoma Feb 2017
Throat gone for...

would word,

word forsaken?

Ascribed to no language...

interstices

in a Void...

hallowed they be.

Light/Dark

cast unto them...

by them.

Surreptitious incantations

occasion Being pause...

throat gone for...

bled...

would word, word

such a

silence?
*In worship of every primal, sacred syllable that has emerged from silence.
286 · Dec 2015
Revival
Onoma Dec 2015
~When  what  religions
speak  of  comes   to
life  in  you...
you  become  greater
than  them  all~
286 · Sep 2019
Concordant Flow
Onoma Sep 2019
love loves to be

left alone--

to pair marks indelibly.

concordant flow,

as to say my love.

materialized water.

named by.

this,

Now.
286 · Sep 2019
Liberties Taken
Onoma Sep 2019
they take their liberties--

while looking your Mother in

your eyes.

they're entitled to this--

because they part themselves

from the crowd to proclaim

their presence alone can straighten

the crooked limbs of loneliness.

having watched what always passes--

lowering themselves into that salvific

flow.

coming up as a pinnacle washed over by  

reshaping clouds.

the aggregate tumble of shorn cycles--

saturating karmic dream sequence.

with the wide open eyes of a fish, The

Ocean rolling over them.

they tell you they love you, to set themselves free--

then tell you they set you free.

they take their liberties.
~Aum Namah Shivaya~
286 · Aug 2019
Drawn Horse
Onoma Aug 2019
can you feel the hooves that break

the ground of the alone?

that pounding pace strong enough

for freedom, can you feel it?

growing wild with the promise only

it can keep unto itself--held too close

for betrayal.

the manifest cut of the blackest stallion--

flanked with ocher by the sun it sets.

dearer than the life he runs for, and the

warring legs that lose their place in

manic motion.

their moment multitude plummets the

black stallion into his Heart--as the lay

of the land surrenders.

in the unblinking glass of his eyes,  

passing by and thru with clearest of

reflection--uncontainable bliss wets

down his jawbones.

his unbreakable neck refusing to allow

a head to turn that's cocked forth.
Onoma Mar 2023
signature notes of alabaster--

cut, carve & curve their milk.

what models to no end--slid

over by zephyrs of arcadia.

whereon a dusk's peach planets

roll as internal organs.

a muse's strobe lights.

airborne fig leaves tantalizing

a goddess that steps from plinth

to pantheon.
285 · Nov 2018
The Fourth State
Onoma Nov 2018
being walked around,

by a greater circle...

scattering ashes and

rose petals in The

Fourth State.

eyes lower their blinds

to watch serpent's

tongues flicker.

their coitus culminating

in cranial blasts that

leave time floating

on an ocean of light.

as Turiya's eyes...

watch: waking/dreaming/deep sleep.

i look down at my chest, i can see

a woman's head there who's in the

Fourth State.

i stroke her hair and kiss the top of

her head.
285 · Mar 2018
Streaks
Onoma Mar 2018
breath between
windshield wipers,
clears the matter
of rain.
asides only leave
streaks.
285 · Mar 2019
Solid Ground
Onoma Mar 2019
what are these straits

that bolt away on your

solid ground?

as pain frowns to

cognize a narrowed

distance.

unable

to gain perspective

of what's long gone--

the covered ground

which must be suffered

alone.
284 · Jan 2024
Towel Mop
Onoma Jan 2024
the ovalesque necks

of a swan--

profile.

towel mop...rinse.

an up-pour of salt.

from water.
283 · Nov 2023
As High Towers Well
Onoma Nov 2023
sap has to sway in

stiff wands to meet

a white beyond weather.

as high towers well

pitless raindrops.

to satisfy the most private

thirsts.

way greener goes a pasture

for a newborn black sheep

laying there for a belly rub.
283 · Aug 2016
Forever is Here
Onoma Aug 2016
Forever is here
as you are, still
you appear...
and you're melting
ecstatically because
forever is here...
aging is only a
time lag of Realization...
forever is here.
283 · Jul 2019
Complete Intimation
Onoma Jul 2019
as the feeling of otherness

and sameness grow as one--

love offers its complete intimation.

with a force that could rip one

out of the body, as soon as keep

one in it.

a likeness smiles everywhere, as a

child dreaming out into an open space.

i am that child now, you are that child

now--as we reach out our hands

and take hold as never before.
283 · May 2022
Skeletal Fingers
Onoma May 2022
with sparkling

skeletal fingers, stars

free themselves--

from imperceptible

black cages.

as planetary atmospheres

hang like wanted signs.

during their solitary act

of escape, they know they'll

evade capture.

reverberating thralls of

nonentity.
282 · Sep 2016
Cooling the Sun
Onoma Sep 2016
There's something
about a windswept
mountaintop...
cooling the sun.
282 · Dec 2018
Zen Overdub
Onoma Dec 2018
the sound

of a dripping

faucet in a

clogged sink.

silvery beads

shaking from wispy

branches outside.

zen overdub.
281 · May 2019
Ash-jugglers
Onoma May 2019
ash-jugglers

at water's

wayside...

smiling

gladly.

left off--

for the ginormous

come in.

unblinking doors--

unblinking

windows.
281 · Mar 2019
Arcana of a Rose
Onoma Mar 2019
the arcana of a rose

is guarded by the heavy

hands of soil.

stones as soon split if

they sat where she chose

to bed her rise.

where

she wraps her blood curdling

scream round a stem's fingertip.

for vowing to secrecy.
281 · Jan 2017
Hard with Place
Onoma Jan 2017
This place,
describes
what finds
you, as if changed
by hands
hard with place.
Love is a body
of work...
feel.
281 · Apr 2017
Honey Gone to the Brain
Onoma Apr 2017
these once wizened strings
pulled by a dull blue balloon,
now wax poetic on a sky
secured by trees.
released in higher and higher resolution--
to blind birds, these lilting spring oracles.
bliss binges forgetting to chew the
***** of it, mad mouthfuls of life.
leaving gathered trails of love's chase,
precariously placed nests ragged
with the quick of it.
the faint sigh of flesh over bone can
be heard in the breeze, then inhaled
as honey gone to the brain.
280 · May 2019
Neither Exist
Onoma May 2019
the sleeping giant

wakes with

the sleeping ant...

to find

neither

exist.
280 · Apr 2018
The King of the Weeds
Onoma Apr 2018
with the roundaboutness
of an ill fitted crown,
phrenologically slipshod
as his kingdom.
though not without charm.
courted by the full revolutions
of flies, he sits on a chipped
plastic lawn chair.
weathered dull to its whiteness,
agonizingly rickety when
cast to enthrone.
outflanked by weeds burying
the ***** cut of a lawn, before
an abandoned house.
standing testament, as once was--
the ghost he is, to himself and
his subjects.
dynastic-minded, he shuffles
through succsessors, always
forgetting where he left off.
it's the damnedest thing, the
embodied centrality of being a
king.
the psychic conduit of a people,
spokes to a hub--ground to a halt,
he.
unnerved to limbo, a footfall's
difference the living, and or the
dead.
the people of his kingdom have
come to call him: The King of the Weeds.
always uttered with utmost deference,
midst his overgrown mind.
279 · Jun 2019
Beyond Compare
Onoma Jun 2019
i now can see the jealous

side of beauty herself--

all her finishing touches

trembling at the thought

of one more fair.

it is so, there's no disfiguring

what's written in stone.

as there, they're read as they

appear--so still, they are at a

loss.

japa, petals in place--for one

beyond compare~
279 · Dec 2018
Dues eX Machina
Onoma Dec 2018
this fog xeroxes

a blank mind...

dues eX machina.

curled up in bright raindrops

that cling to the idea

of a branch.

as a certain Mr. Darko stabs at

a mirror...Bunnymen Echo

through the fog.

diving down the holes

of her "Killing Moon".

those

songful submissions of dire

lyrical agency.

Mr. Darko will stare out

impolitely...till the lunar

mission completes itself.
279 · Apr 2019
An Animal Surveys
Onoma Apr 2019
a deliriously passionate

animal surveys the

barbs of emotion.

tearing into sprints of

freedom, to feel for the cost.

with speedy blank states--

agonies curl into *****,

saying their peace.

an auditorium of razoring

whispers--the sound level

of self-hugs.
278 · Jun 2019
She Paces
Onoma Jun 2019
she works birds

of the most fickle color

and wing, throughout

her arms.

as one would a fragrant

cosmetic cream.

a glow leaps off her skin--

covering distances that are

instantaneous pilgrimages.

she flies as she walks, elemental

perceptor of the rishis.

spewing ***, withdrawing the

sword of mind and wiping

its blood.

she paces the most gilded balcony--

sunned seven times over.

clustered of grapes and cupidons--

that walk the vine, sodden in the wine

of samadhi.
278 · Nov 2023
First Cover
Onoma Nov 2023
there's some leaf

that agrees to

palm a snowflake.

just one.

the rest have to be

first cover.
277 · Sep 2015
Nectar
Onoma Sep 2015
~We wear these
faces...
to squeeze out
this life~
277 · Dec 2024
Tucked in for Posterity
Onoma Dec 2024
your mustache became your

mouth's permanent hibernation--

"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"

no more.

your brows fell down on your

cartoonishly crossed eyes, fighting

to get a last good look at you.

as if a cradle's starry

revolutions counted you out.

your snowed in smock neatly tucked

in for posterity.

your sister's doting hands trailing off.

to where that mare waited in a flurry of

blows--so it could saddle your mind.
* On Fredrick Nietzsche's final years.
277 · Jul 2019
Living Waters
Onoma Jul 2019
at even-ing I slid down from a boulder

into her

world, just as the bay began tinting

movements more lithe than water.

what was high of her tide reached out

as a dark wayside, arresting its

ongoing flood of beat-back ripples.

it was there I wanted to take some

kind of lasting hold of her living

waters.

internally covet a piece of her flow--

manifest perfect memory at will.

I was carried off, in sounds of wetness

and I floated the same as I drowned--

she was everywhere.

all I could do was slide down, and

know there can be nothing taken

away from experience--but the

breadth of her love.
277 · Feb 2019
That Drossless Spray
Onoma Feb 2019
from up there, that drossless

spray waves down gold.

a gentle blindness kept throwing

the heart up like a baby bird.

coming out of the mouth as stifled

bursts of joy.

bridged breaths which beaded

pilgrims clung to sight as.

looking down and seeing valleys

between the ruffles of grasses.

blade to blade...phosphene smatterings.

through the passes of stewing whorls.
276 · Oct 2021
Super 8 Film of Offerings
Onoma Oct 2021
super 8 film

of entwined

offerings left

running.

pre-opened...

though at rest.

more overarching

than what films

their inevitable

opening.
276 · Oct 2016
Another Taste
Onoma Oct 2016
A mountain never
loses its salt...were
an ocean to come
for another taste.
276 · Apr 2018
Mount Surmounted
Onoma Apr 2018
with a dual-handed slap of thighs,
a man conveyed his leave of
The Table's perimeter.
one set as never before, divine as:
that's all folks.
at that moment birds bit branches in half,
to crown the achievement of the sky.
with a music that overran the program sheets.
busied with primacy,
land rose to smell the curious buds of clouds.
regaled the fragrance to allow
their free-associating blooms.
the stereoscopic vision of flies caught
the trailer of a messianic figure.
who was a sparkling sheen in lolls
of child-like sleep.
a slinky winding up a
white marble staircase.
whose sermon was mouthwash
to the yawning grave.
275 · May 2016
In the Name of Living
Onoma May 2016
Love  is  who
you  call  for
while  dying...
in  the  name
of  living.
This is a re-post due to an accidental deletion, my sincere apologies to those who liked, and commented.
274 · Jul 2019
Presses Her Forehead
Onoma Jul 2019
as starlings weigh down the scale

of a single sleep, darkened boughs

raise the opposing scale of wakefulness.

to the moon, who reverentially presses her

forehead to the balance--blessing the fragile

and slow motion of gossamer grids.

more still, the mind of a man that she is...

forest stalking forest, in the gentle lave of

her milk.

she is on his lips, as he tells the leaves he

knows they'll change--but her love will not.

his frame could not be more sturdy nor tender,

as he takes to the ground--and a love the worth

of death's wage comes to life.
274 · Aug 2019
True Reflection
Onoma Aug 2019
as unsparing as glass hung to mirror is--

in the cold cast monologue of eyes,

the faces of years never purveyed

true reflection.

so there is no preparing to meet it

in another's eyes who see themselves,

as you see yourself for the first time.

whereupon the light of day clears its

space overhung with veils, exposing

those eyes.

momentarily struck dead by the force

of their essential seeing--what played

haunted host to the lighting  of a

lifetime.

suddenly stares back--one sees one's

reflection, a shock only Love can absorb.
274 · Jan 2019
Biting The Kiss of Death
Onoma Jan 2019
you're medicinal,

and many-mansion-ed.

biting the kiss of death.

smirched raspberry,

in the succulent crush of

hype made good.

no?

passion...where are you

baby?

love is so **** sloppy.

obsessively compulsive

in it's neatness.

**** me.
274 · May 2019
Readies to Receive
Onoma May 2019
picking the strings of

a guitar whose belly's full

of cherry wine.

rattling the walls of her

doll house with a croon--

whose devils she dances out

exotically.

she gets so high off her growing

visibility--as i douse her with

transmissions she ain't gettin' no

where else.

i destroy her cunning...while she readies

to receive.
273 · Sep 2014
The Mouth
Onoma Sep 2014
The proverbial mouth broke silently...
giving-up the names of "things" it
could never name on a daily basis/bias.
Culture underwent a quantum leap into...
The Mouth.
273 · Dec 2020
Centaur and Redhead Maiden
Onoma Dec 2020
the cavalry of the centaur

composes him, halved lord

of the rush made complete.

a groundswell foresting,

blowing open a canopy.

redhaired variations to the maiden

meeting the charge of her

foliage head on.

the spine of her last change

of color.

parting her fingers on that

forest ground.
273 · Feb 2017
Arrayed in Partings
Onoma Feb 2017
Arrayed in partings,
your hands
slicked with ****** oil--
themed their folding
upon the plane of a table.
Recovering from your sides.
273 · Nov 2019
Sturm Und Drang
Onoma Nov 2019
a glass ocean meeting a mountain--

dead of the night discordant pitch

of thorough breakage.

tinkling shards in whirlpools slicing

and splintering in spiraling inundation--

toy like vessels sunk, what could not

float the tonnage of drowning sound.

cargo of guts bust open, miles long tangled round

those vessels, wrapped tight for the ride down.

Beethoven's defiant deathbed fist clashing

with lightning, thundering blows--the

mass exodus composition of an unbreakable

spirit.

******* The Face of The Deep that voids

eyes at will--to behold its own!

nothing is in vain, even when beset with

such vanity!
272 · Mar 2023
A Dervish Begun
Onoma Mar 2023
now the coming of essence--

tassels of gold dangling

from branches.

wed wide.

the heart rate of purple

coming to a dead stop...to

present the continuum of visage.

a momento, a leaf--in a ziplock bag.

welling with permanent season.

trod earth--a settling altar comprised

of truthful faces.

staring back.

canticles of revolution fit for

four ears.

profuse with secret...unhanded.

a dervish begun.
272 · Mar 2018
Gramophone Flowers
Onoma Mar 2018
faux pas...gramophone flowers
spur onward the tramping
boisterousness.
the Mansion whose stuttering
rooms bear an ***** each
for their elephant.
reconnaissance of voice
vibrates the fateful lifeline...
an exegesis unto chosen hearer.
hear me...hear we.
Onoma Dec 2023
kyphosis/hunchback--basket of abandon, made

stronger than a dozen shadows of men.

mustachio bushel eyebrow covering his left eye,

a bloaty flap of toad-warts covering his

right eye.

palsied arms clamped at his sides--like a chick's

wings embossed in yolk, draggy right foot trailing him.

Quasimodo: 'half made'--to swing from thickly fibrous

ropes & land on musty planks.

swinging/sliding/climbing, up & down, man to creature--

creature to man...in the attic of housed worship.

made deaf by the struck-unstruck sounds of Notre Dame's

bells, cathedral that gave him ears to hear.

of which he named each, each a heroine of the belltower.

made King of Fools by the townspeople during festivity--

crowned & propped up on a third-hand thrown.

stealing away a crowd throwing currency in a gypsy

goddess' tambourine: Esmerelda, whose proceeds went

to the: King of Thieves.

not long after Quasimodo/Hunchback is accosted with

rotted vegetables by the townspeople as he's led to the

public square.

after blindly following orders to abduct a certain gypsy

by the archdeacon.

where he's bound to a rotating pillory & flogged thirty times.

Esmeralda mounts the pillory and pours water from a leathery

flask into his mouth, as he called for it crooked-faced, the jutting

topples of sparse--but hard in the yellow of teeth.

amid bloodlust catcalls that already drenched the pasture-green

rags of his shirt.

his surrogate Father, archdeacon: Claude Frollo, the one that

first reached into a basket to coddle abandonment--as to invest

in afterworld treasures...rebreaks the bones of fifteenth century

sacrilege into covetous place.

whose unanesthetized voices escape from the mouths of Quasimodo

& Esmeralda.

whom the Hunchback rescued from the gallows, citing sanctuary

by church decree, after being falsely accused of murdering

Captain Phoebus.

a philandering standby of integrity, that saw Esmeralda's

eyes follow & fall for the span of his sword, all the wooded

babes of her marital hopes--dashed.

followed up by the sped blackening of the archdeacon's

hooded robe, ripping open the door of jealousy he spied thru.

an almost unbroken motion of forced entry, & ****** of blade

into Captain Phoebus' back--though the ***** survived the *****.

this active underbelly could withhold no more the fat of

a pig on a spit, so after several **** attempts on Esmeralda--

the "bewitched" archdeacon: Claude Frollo, was impaled by

a nail like a renounced garment by Quasimodo, and left to moths.

he loved Esmeralda as he hid his face from her in their brief

interchanges, with the rests of a pianist absorbing unplayable keys.

along with the gargoyle that spat fire from the belltower to ensure

her escape into the arms of her true love: Piere, a poet.

along the underground torches of safe passage, Esmeralda &

Piere, followed Quasimodo's secret instruction...as they were seen

to sunset.

as the king's army closed in on: The Hunchback of Notre Dame, he

clung to his stony confidant--a gargoyle.

where the pale stories of dawn climbed the cathedral, Quasimodo

clung to the gargoyle's head, where he was talked way down.
272 · Dec 2024
Fauve Confetti
Onoma Dec 2024
an elderly woman on the upper east side

leaves a red ring around a baby carrot

while gnoshing.

imagining Matisse cutting up fauve

confetti in his wheelchair, while he rolls

backward on a promenade.

then she lazily gropes at her neck,

observing a touristy swash--primed for

the annual rigging of Newtonian physics.
271 · Jan 2017
Head First
Onoma Jan 2017
Sometimes when the sea
is a calm occasion, and a
wind ripples in an unbroken
away.
I pause, and see salt poured
upon untold wounds--thereupon
diving in head first.
271 · Jan 2019
Campfires
Onoma Jan 2019
the nervous

charge of two

bodies, juxtaposed--

that know they're

going to die.

banter truer than

tongues whose campfires

burn the story.

at all times...while

telling it.

friction will never

rat out fire!
271 · Aug 2016
The Projection Died
Onoma Aug 2016
You resonated, you
were there...then there
was other, the projection
died in advance of You.
The prophet spit out as false.
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