In my moment of desolation
My brother was reft from me
I longed for his presence
But his name eluded my tongue
Appear with your warm hand on my naked shoulder
& lift me into yellow-green Elysian Fields
Where I may tarry on that expanse bed—
Lay flat a nest of wheat & gaze beatific

—we seek infinity, no—
infinity seeks us
traipsing through the mundane as a spectre of joy & fun
us unaware & innocent, unassuming
we are besieged by a sublime smiling child
& it loves us so much
how fervent & effortless this eternal friend endeavors for our happiness
even in the mud-gutters of desolation our friend swaddles us in heavy orange cloth
& we are instantly redeemed to boundless equanimity
all rude evil confounding us liquified— light only exists
everyone in unassuming moments—
a small-paced walk made everyday & our vision dilates in transfixion to infinity
our fervent friend constantly works for this
& we do not even ask
it is a gift
a gorgeous gift (:
ONLY JOY JOY JOY I SCREAM TO GOD!
HALLELUJAH

All is familiar to me.
I walk outside down the grass hill &
See only mirrors reflecting mirrors.
I could go to Cuba
& cast a Santerian shade.
But spirits are my desires unconsummated
When made familiar thro’ mirror positioning.
The World is a place Time made familiar.
However, when a still mirror reveals
The Oblivion in the pits of my eyes,
I shudder with wet bones,
& walk again through the mirrors
Reflecting sparkling mirrors.

Don’t redneck too Bigfoot now, &
Worker Sauce went coastal not postal.
Went on the natty dreadlocks again but
Guys, guys— praise Jah.
Ah! Ras.
Kinda demon, kinda ******.
A bit of a people do things—
Who knows—
Things happen—
It’s void anyway.

Within thine mind and my own is swaddled a gem,
Compress’d by time, containing every ripple of existence.
So it resonates heartily now within us both,
Knowledge emanating from it, long rippling,
Acros’t the unbounded sea of harmony.
Let no vast ceiling’d hallway cast binding shadows upon thine face.
Seek that possibility thou desire,
And find it already existent in thee,
But moor’d, due to unpresent light.
All things are this way,
Wrapt by unconscious night until
Thine palmed candle burns it’s visage legible.
Thus is knowledge known.

Unraveled, the ribbons which bound my delicate constitution are loosed upon the ground and piled in concentric whorls. In the scant moment before my collapse I consider whether I’ll break first at the waist or neck.

Shades tempt an oblivion within
My soul, longing for completion
Ingests these noxious scents
And suffers their poisons

I seek a spirit true!
A hand of incandescence to grip my own
Why don’t they route this pit of shades?
This pit that is our earth?

I tend the inner incandescence
With breath held,
And head bowed
I release my light
The beams extending in all directions
Liquefying the benighted mists

Purgatory I stay. Mewling, churning, turning over in my palm. Clutching stones. Hard — so my wrist tendons are visible. Set down. Smooth stones on the ground. Stay squat. Observe the threaded ends of my clothes; my rags. This end frayed more than it was earlier. Observe the increasing visibility of my calves beneath the ragged ends. The bone defines itself from the muscle. The skin taut holding the apparatus. I stand and spin a revolution. The walls are in the same place they were before. Three feet from my nose. I’m in this tower. Organizing my stones. And sleeping. I organize my stones in pleasant patterns. Squares, circles, however I want. I do it while crouched. Before I place a stone I consider the ground. My placements are very intentional. I turn the stone over in my palm. I enjoy the feeling of the smoothed stone in my palm. I must consider the placement of this stone. I like it’s color — brown. I attempt to recall past placements of this stone. I must draw on past placements if I am to place it this time correctly. Also of importance: this stone’s current character. What is the stone thinking this iteration? Where is it naturally vying. I spend time learning this stone’s character in my palm. With every turn its character slightly deviates. For it has slightly eroded. Over the years all the stones have altered character. They have changed. Shed aspects here and gained some there. In color and shape. These changes must be accounted for. I dutifully study their evolution for things must be done right. This stone I am prepared to place. Perhaps in the morning — I will sleep on it then return to my task.

Panning east through carried clouds
Spirits arc and abound
Dolphin slipped with mad grin
Disperse like gnats copper djinn

Then halted
Prevented passage once again
Occident faces orient
Still serpent, dragon’s scowl  
I the locus of its brow

I look at her and my mind spins in a tortured wreath

a web without the print of a creator but instead diagrammatic self evident unfurling stretches in omnidirectional transcendent space crosshatching perpetual fall buoyed by synthetic leaves which provide penultimate impact fluxes to the brain surplusing centripetal stirring while acidic gut indicates the mind has been hijacked by racing network graphics smuggling a chromatic spectrum of strict empiricism that manifests hieroglyphs with junk dna and superfluous deep web code revealing repetition indistinguishable from the loaded traces phase injected to give an illusion of random chance luring emaciated counter adepts to insert all ten fingers in this muck and gaze in its vacant form with eyes now containing double lizard lid seamlessly surgically added while anesthetized in computer god robot operating cabinet hidden behind the gut film of all womb corrals by overlords crowding the sky with shadow mask while will beaming psywaves and psyops to the planet held frozen asserting infinity a zero sum game or infinity a desire sink atomizing discipline to dust blown till even dispersal that settles as the desert of us where ancient cathedral rubble can be picked up without knowing though covering it is graffiti in slang that too is long outdated yet untouched immaculate stands the pyramid where atop the eye burns as infernal chaser back of darkness our primordial creeping from we forget due to whippings under omnipresent dominion as our birth origin and impious realm of ambiguous nondual reciprocity which angered the envious great liar who then swindled the good will of man for instantiation of a fake godhead as virus from infinite space beyond the punched out skyshell by saying “this is everything” signaling intuitors who lack the bandwidth necessary for computing a safe closed circuit to boot load non sequiturs corrupting their internal hall of mirrors by neutralizing all quotients with zero triggering an attempt to apotheose by the lobotomy spike wielding free radical poised to strike once the asymptotically approaching monad of dark energy has arrived and the mantra of hologram reality is hammered into zygote protoconsciousness through fritolay derived nutrients with de as prefix marking eschaton having cropped up like small flames across the plain of man reducing form to powdered grey concentrated potential.

Orbited amongst supraorbited. Predetermined variance is your’s for refusal. Expression is accessible beyond the sense approved surface. Inevitable as it may seem. Vested physicality is greater. Remember the joy of your body, and smirk in the light.

I never stared into reality and saw a void
It instead flooded my eye sockets with vigorous rainbow whorl

Descent down serpentine steps
Swampish green swirls at the bottom
Viscosity churning the stairwell
Reach the singularity of undefined material
Streeeeeeetch
Fold over fold over fold over
In loops smelted to the essence
Hephaestus brings his hammer down
Ah! tempered now
With obsidian edge
A swift circular movement cuts “reality’s” veil
Revealing fluoride staring puppetmasters with pants around their ankles

Crashed sparks of the divine eked from the singularity unseen by zombies who flock to neon ****** dot rubble left in the beast’s wake
Deconstructed toys that stirred and held imaginations were tossed without loyalty in preference to increasingly depraved erogeneity
Dowsing rod in hand and reduced to indivisible essences, these mad sorcerers float blindly according to intuition
Vigorous flows that whip across this infinite unformed terror realm guide them
The struggle is immense but alchemists get to work, synthesizing slowly
To sift through it all impossible and unnecessary
Just begin
Take up this crud: sacred cow, earth mother, yin and yang, crucifixion
Exhausted vessels whose reverence is parodic
There’s no time for careful, sacred handling
Crash them together destructively
The unseen force adds itself and something new is produced material minds can’t predict
A magic object
Ethereal rainbows and new geometries
Hold it’s fire, blow on it
The wizard knows how to tend a flame without getting immolated
A new beginning is possible
Mud can be imbued with the spirit that’s been cast and sealed
Conduct disparate flows to unity
The sentience revealed will help
You’ve done your part
Slip beyond
Transcendents laying in the future will know and speak with you when time dissolves

It’s broken
And not worthy of repair
Kick at its ribs and stomp it in
Don’t feel pity
Don’t waste your time
Spit on the vagrant and get on with life
You’ll forget it in 3...2...1...

En Masse all at once in a blur I was proceeding in my normal way from where I work to where I eat. En masse horizontal force rushed in and peeled the asphalt from the ground. Revealing the city’s putrid organs. Hideous piping normally covered from view writhed forth with it’s crust now removed. An open cadaver remained. All at once bushes were stripped with it. They floated away without weight. Bald dirt remained. In a blur the skyscraper’s windows were shattered. Glass fell like crystal rain. Hulking skeletons remained. Office space gutted. Rendered unusable.
The force reverberated through the atmosphere. Through me it passed without impact. I stood center in an intersection. The road now ripped up and flung back. I at the epicenter receiving this bolt from the void and I alone able to perceive it happening. If a city is leveled and it’s inhabitants killed was anything really there?
Everyone is dead. Bodies ornament the sidewalks like piled snow. We share a face the dead and I. I must have died a thousand times at once.
I remain sentient. I wish to disintegrate with them.

The world is composed of things I will never understand
Disparate, uncolliding flows envelope me in nausea
Globalized apparatuses peaking in a way lost of me
What I hold
What I desire
Is a Frankenstein amalgam who’s purity was supplemented for progress long ago
Everyday we stray further from the light that birthed us

Entropy be my metronomic master
Lacerate my back always
Hedonism divert my will
The void of that allows only the whipping pangs in
You exist without pause
Process tells me I’m one with you
Diamond compressing isolation tells me no
Is all it says
No to all
Nothing exists but finer needlepoint disparity
Shirk false logic
False unity, emancipatory potential
All that’s known is mourning
Before your own funeral

Tear my soul
Again
Gaping wound laid open for the sun to pour inside
Hands to pour inside grasping deeper
Past guts
Pull the incision wider
As wide as you can, your ghoulish hands
What do you find?
Tell me there’s something!
You won’t tell me
Yet you look
You’ve left me
Wondering

I’ll lay mutilated

Marking territory
I like ****** l like gory
Start of simplication
Wither yellow raisin

Tell me what it feels like!
Tell me what it tastes like!
Tell me what it looks like!

Parting dunes above me
Put it in the cubby
Birth a rite of passage
****** it from the masses

Tell me what it feels like!
Tell me what it tastes like!
Tell me what it looks like!

Cause I'm MAD
Don't cross me haters I'll take you guys OUT
I see I hater, he sees me
BOOM!
I take him out and it's not even hard
It's SO easy for me to silence the STUPID haters
SO DUMB
Dumb haters beware
I'm coming for you
I'll **** you

Cool greasy hair
And it's on my head
Jealous?
You probably are
***** for you
You'll have to live your life knowing you will NEVER have the beautiful greasy hair I have
And it's on my head
Hahahahaha

I've you've read my poems
You've seen they're pretty bad
I think, "Yeah I can write some awesome poems
I could be so good." Wow that was dumb
I should probably give up on trying to do anything creative
I still think some of my poems have some good parts
but I guess I'm the only one who understands what I'm trying to say
Cool

Call me bug
Please
You eat
I
Eye
Stop

Please send help
I've been stuck here for 2 months
I don't know where I am
It seems distantly familiar
As if I've been here
There are people here, sure
But I don't understand them
They talk strange and they act in ways I could never understand
I guess things aren't awful here
I can get around fine and
Some of these people I think I like
But it doesn't feel quite right
Things seem to function well here but
Please send help

I'm a death head
I'm a mess head
Where am I going next head

I'm a sparse crank in a green bottle
I'm a brown paper bag in a jug of wine

I'm live bait
I'll never satiate my master
But I'll always be a death head
Towards away stratocaster

I think I saw you
Just a bit ago
But in lieu
of talking to you
I decided I'd go

I wasn't sure if I had seen it right
but thinking about it now makes it quite

I was leaving when I noticed over there
What looked like someone who had your hair
I guess coming in I wasn't aware
I should've walked over there to declare

I'm sorry I'm shy
I'm not a brave guy
But I don't think you care about that
If we were together
Two birds of a feather
We'd be in our natural habitat

But that's not what I did
I wont sit here and kid
I'll see you again
And hopefully by then
My anxieties will be rid

My mind races
To unknown places

I could not comprehend
It would never end

Throw me away
And forget about me

Eventually someday
You'll find me and see

I am a wandering soul
I do enjoy the cold
When you become numb
You can't feel it when you run
I spread my arms wide
My fingertips and the sky collide
A dazzling sea of bright
I feel the world's might
I am singular tonight

I fell down through demon eyes
It took to long to realize

If you take to long
Then someone will take on you

I heard the moon was blue
And I believed it to

I was cut up and ****** then
I bet no one even cared then
End

I try to keep up
I feel it's a stroke of luck

My blank visad is quivering now
I can't escape it now
I think I'm breaking down

Escape to worlds unknown
I'm feeling overblown

And this is happening now
I think it's time that you found out

She found a gleam I envied for
I chased for it there was no more

Gotta find the way
Nothing to find
Gotta find the way
You have to work for it
Gotta find the way
The way comes to you
Gotta find the way
The way lives within me
Show myself and it will be clear to see

I just left
My minds gone
With a motive to ****

I sold my life
I sold my car
I sold my very will

Dancing above
I see my love

We are each other together one
A blinding light for everyone

Radical mind
Just too much
I simply can't handle this
We can't overcome this

I am never was
I am never will
I am never where
I am never why
I am never who
I am not to be

Vines grip feet
Ends never meet

I'm feeling crowded inside
Cold wind blows at my side
Microbes eat me alive

Feeling alone
Is better compared to this

Crushing my eyes
The darkness yields a surprise
Monolith of incredible size
A heavy soft serve with ice