Servants to self defecating shame
Quid pro quo addiction games
Underbelly--dark, fat with sin city's lost
Abandoned house for homeless despots.
The price for our vices : apocalyptic chaos.

The art of peaceful
warriors, themselves mastered
"The wise open hand"

Heart shaped box of sweets.
Hallmark cards beg for your love,
wriggling baby teeth…

Breathing hard,
we swam in the ocean of one skin

bodies hot,
flesh aflush

as you fall  beside me
feigning to be tired.

I close my eyes
and think about the beach at twilight,

if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me there

within the decrepitudes
of waning one night

stands your inconsequential
manhood...

As our Friday night  breathing
Slows to a silence of regret,

you get up to towel down;
While I allow your power to dry on me.

Still, you come and wipe away our ***
as you kiss each place

where you had landed
yet you never consider

my lips...

THE PROFUNDITY OF SHEEP

I will follow you
and call it love
to the edge and to the ends
of our earthly bed
by your pipers' song
trusting your will with my blindness
because I do not fear
your Love.

Teach me and lead as a shepherd would
my own wisdom bleats
no depth nor words worth hearing
since speech
Belittles the lesson
and removes much meaning

Of the gifts that Love gave.

Pull me forward and away
to awe instead of weep
the heavens in your embrace
where there is no place for doubt
no panic but for the grave…

I trust that I must matter
even as a speck of dust
you carry me through winter
to rainbows
reminding me that

All is Love.

Even as I wallow in the hollows
of no self worth
you mean to me as I'm meant to be
since time was given birth
the golden truth
the Light of you
Though I'm a speck of dust...
Flooding tears upon the eye
no worry
or boundaries
No bleating cries

There is no Falling
when you, my love, are
my every sky.

On the next day, a Monday
My lover said to me, half asleep,
"Our electricity's out, pay the bill"
While a black bird screamed from a tree...

On the second of December.2019.

Closer now, to the concrete,
Closer to the day I’ll be thrown out, on the street
Closer to the company of indigent creeps

Closer now, to the lord I must pray
Not today oh please not today
So close to self defeat, my thinning belief
Malnourished within retreats

Losing my mind, my will, and urge
to even eat,
Still, I carry on, bury that dread
a tiny voice so close in my ear
Fed by my self doubt & fear
Telling me I’m meant to be, belonging there
Walking in my sleep—a life of the least
Almost human, flotsam freak, jetsam weak

Closer to the ****** creeps out there
Continue to pray…
That someday the world will notice
Finally know me, see me, love me
Learn my name, in his name I’ll pray,
For my soul to keep

Closer to homelessness, I’m ashamed to speak
But for now—on a stranger’s couch I find sleep
Better than the dreaded bed
Of cold concrete streets,
It’s stench of **** and ****…

Thank goodness for today, for this,
Amen.
For a hopeless, helpless man,
Amen.


(Please God please, have pity
Shed your light on me—a nobody,
begging you, please.
I am ready.)

Long shadows greeting

The sun sinks walking our dogs

Star looking for Moon.

Hinge'ing on huffing
Puffs Oh Henry
Don't flip your lid
H is for Happenings hot
For hire,
Party Bus Limos
With the scantly attired
Oh Henry did you hear?
Oh dear, you lush
Don't flip your lid
H is for hush
Hinge'ing on your lips.
Hey Y'hear me?

Weeping waifs’ diluted diary

A sleeping dragon’s cloud, bleeding soft blues

Taming beasts with brush and stroke of hues.

Efferent pastels to demure flower with wet elation’s

Revered soft pining of colorful jubilation,

Canvas of new, on blind white fields

Of untouched imagination, whispers, bends.

Longingly the colors bleed, the heart ascends.

On painter’s opus--deeper seas, the vivid soul’s

Recollection, rain drops, splash of heaven.

Silken gossamer dreams of us there & then.

1.
Poetry is
Writing what all we felt
When the heart is asked
To translate.

Poetry is
Love,
Made malleable
Through the eyes
Which behold beauty.
Poetry is Life,
The love of life, malleable.
Poetry is meant to be
Touched by
To be moved by
(and with)
Love...

Poetry is
A song of words
A dance of exuberant emotions
A Grace
       Full of gracious
(a)  Lover's kiss.

Poetry is
Jump for joy and stabs of sorrow
Sculptor Singing Sepulchers
Molding nights & days
A mash up
Into one and the same
Something brand new
Reinventing
Recollections
Of / For / To  - You
True blue or Red hot stuff
We lie to believe in
Ourselves
Something better / New
Flower Love Child
You had better
Best believe
Poetry is
You.

2.
It's not what you're looking at,
But what is seen.
What you see / what you feel
In the zeal of heart's appeal
A beautiful up-lifting
To artistic heights

Poetry is
Mortality made miraculous
Charisma and magic
Choreography of verb / Oh's Of nouns
All the world - a profundity
Of Our lives
Whether lost or found

The Love letters / in red envelopes
Your heart
Crowd surfing
Amongst the herd;
Blossom bouquets of passions
Poetry is

The quietude and secrets
Kept
In the shade
In a home, a warmth made
Or an ode to a glade,
For the night
Of the empty souls'
Respite

Poetry is...
Your bleeding heart
Shining bright
Your Grace
An invisible light
Only to be seen
By knowing
One's true
Feelings

Poetry is
A Painting
Of Love's loud moments...
It's not what you gawk at,
But what is gleaned.

Poetry is...

The wisdom of mortal men is not experience, but his faith in believing
He'll live forever
Entitled
To heaven,
It'd be wise to ask forgiveness
What was made can be broken
Misinformation games
Americana den of thieves
It's wise to not deny but let the whole world speak

There are no sides to a perfect circle,
Make Life alive
Evergreen & Free.
How wise to remember.

A is for Air / that begins in a breath
In the breadth of such a vision
At seeing true beauty,
In a grip of an asphyxiated inhalation
Caught like a deer...
Stunning beauty takes your breath
A is for Away.

Each pupil can see, thoughts slow discovery,
X-y-Zedd to bed for busy zoo babies city restless
Itsy bitsy , web-weave Wired spider Spouts senses
Grieves the size queen who’s point is made moot
Unruly unlikely invited to big boy parties after school
Oddly the runt who leads the litter box crew
Undoubtedly a mini Me who triumphs over minds pitter-patter
Small world of wonderlands, cats, and mad hatters matter...

If and when you decide to associate with those outside
The Haphazard herds that gather with the flies
From Downtown to the town of Desperations
Sin City alien Nation

Them who have nothing with everything to lose,
Their thinking only to stay alive, where they can find
A fix for the next high,
Their excuse for being outside (betraying everyone who might
Give a ****):  “it’s nothing personal, it’s how to survive”
*******, thieving, lying, Oscar worthy tears in their eyes
Manipulation game for those who still have their feelings
They will claim that they’ve become wild
The reason for getting caught for crimes that uproot the lives
Like us who trust too much
Those as human as we who try to
Make a difference
But don’t let them inside
Don’t listen to a word said
They’re so absurd, so street savvy, lavishing every lie
For the marks that we are,  ignorantly happy, yet
Kept in the dark …

If you should brave the depraved
From Carbuncle Blvd.
Take it from one who’s been there, don’t stay
Don’t bother to even try to find out
Why & who & what they’re about
They’ll only disappoint you, don’t be a fool,
Hardened your skin, don’t swim in that pool,
Inside where the heart begins and the soul ends
Don’t expect too much from the start
If you should associate with them,
Pack light for hell, when you depart…
Presume to have no answers or a cure
for those on Carbuncle Blvd.
deception is certain, don’t become the fish on the lure

Imperfect and as human as we all are,
If you should take a chance to make someone’s day
Those who have become lost and stray
Be certain of any risk, if you should care to
Associate with the worst kinds in pain
Fall if you must, but do so like the rain
Make your heart like iron among the rot
There on Indigent Lane, USA
But in the rain, all steel will rust, if you befriend
That unkind loss, please
Leave behind your trust, avoid any pain.
If and when
You associate with them again, those outside
Be a light among the dark,
Be prepared for loss, in streets all cross
They will care not, tear you up and apart
If you must depart, high as the albatross
From here to There
Be prepared, should you care at all...
Make a difference


(People are the world’s scars—save the planet with the heart)

Dear old retired dad
As much as I remember him
Demons all (he mostly drinks)
Indentured to the beer
Chasing silver spoon and hippy moons
And Russian bride and friends.
The sound of  defiant silence,
In eyes of a boy who saw you then
On the subject of dedication
Need a bit of re-edifcation.

Burn-marked streets littered
with streamers, dead confetti,
Revellers sleep in.

There is no Hell but the one we create,
and should intelligent beings be made
to contradict themselves and become less than ape?

What gardens there be, of all that is discovered
not created by evil or a hand that plows a lover
to the ground with an alien heart that plunders

and with all thoughts so weak to give in
masticate an opposite of love called Sin,
that we should forget what life has been

what All is seen and some mistakes have made
the blind cannot and will never wake
to know what a breath so small has shaped

this Life, not yours, or mind to ****,
but be witness and appreciate --what evil could never
nor hate may endeavor to replicate

the garden you plant will not flourish without light
in hell (no Hell) nor without the rainy heights
you do not need to acknowledge the MightY

but inhale a breath and open your eyes wide
the heartless beasts all in the wild
if so inclined go sleep with them a while...


(Get woke with Beloved, see the Light)

What would Jesus do?
Let's not assume.
Just stay True.

How We Do Family



The older elders have their superstitions,

Tiny rituals they keep under their breath

Spitting

Wards & incantations

Sweep of broom stick, and what the hex?

Is Grams commanding demons

“In the name of the Father

And his son Jesus!”

“To get out of this house?!”


We all have one of those…

The lost cause / loose cannon

Black sheep first cousin

Into *******, or something unacceptable.

Perhaps their smell or appearance?

But with all the many different kinds

Of races of people / faces

Painted, pierced, gold plated,

We are biologically similar

Homosapien kin

Bleeding tribes, clans, houses,

Fathers and sons

Who believe in war for the higher cause$

All above

Behold Us here below

How does life persist panhandling

When the world dies in

Misunderstanding...?


But we tolerate our

Alchy parents, addict uncles, ****** aunts

Long lost siblings on / Suicide watch …  

Because our humanity for our family

Shouldn’t change what our eyes must see…

Can’t push brick mansions

But we all can climb those very walls,

It’s how we do family

(Together standing tall)


Love accepts without opinion

Without doubt or regret

No hate to have dominion

Peace be (Unconditionally)

And All the best.

How we do...

Her great illusion:
Youth and beauty to ensnare
Hearts and blood of men.

Wak-wak or tik-tik
Shapeshifting vampire witch...
****** Eternally.

A Big ****!?  Is that all you have to offer? Why not Respect.
Respect the Lil Flowers upon your field,
Respect your moms
Your goiles
Pops the ****
With the most toys
It's more than a name
You'll make for yourself
You carry with you
A Legacy of
Through Harrowing times
Life's vitriol issues
Respect the words you own
Choose truth
For behavior is becoming
Unbelievable
You got what now?!
Big Diction.

Love is the Phoenix, Perfect Present Tense, direwolf & perigren falcon, Ra to Baste. Sun to Moon.
The universe in you.

Hate Crimes police streets.
Towns flooded, hurricane spun
Ice melts. Fires. Guns...

Waves of new cases,
Caronavirus update:
"Safe" evaporates's

Ice melts. Forrest fires.
Indentured slaves for hire,
Laws bought without vote.

Power controlled hatreds,
New i.d. technology
Useless without faces.

Stay indoors save lives,
While inside-men take over.
**** science guys

Irony is cloned
On the fourth of all July's.
Ice caps. Fizgigs. War!

To be or Not to be
Has-beens dissed
Continues hands throwing gang

Signs of the times
Fizgigs and War!
Happy Fourth this July 2020.

Zero, I am, my own helpless hero
Illustrious a lion, fish, or flightless swift.
Leaps, longing to swim deep sky, fly higher ocean.
Chastising shadows in box-room: bird, caged.
Having nothing leads to hating everything.

On a crowded bus,
Everyone stares at smartphones.
Strangers and their masks.

Gypsy

“All I have are the embers of our fire...”

A Tambourine, and the evening is beckoning
through the distance
of time : a serpentine road / echoes
the colorful blouses and silks
the memory of indigo fire
casting lithe shadows outside the starry nights
fat with celebration
merely a breath from the walls
of this weathered tent...

You were a storyteller on my skin,
your lips like fireflies igniting the dark,
where only the cold unseen
had gone untouched
until the blaze of the daystar horizon
engulfs without consuming or burning us.

You were wildfire magic:
the emperor stag or wolf or stallion
and the world is one kingdom
with many heirs
and bright castles.

There is a fire for keeping warm,
and fires so hot to shape iron into swords,
you are both,
  mine
And mindful of the wilderness.

Every camp we make
a home to hold the ember's glow.
Perhaps we stay and grow stronger roots,
claim the dirt and dig for its gold,
Replace old hat and dub it a crown?

Nothing  lifts like
    wind ‘yon embers…
But if love were not around,
life would have no fire
no warmth can be rendered.

If your love were not around...
(I surrender)

How could a boy know of old legends--the myths, Otherly stories?
The superstitions of Yores, Exodus epic, them days biblical.
The rites of passages, our folks passed down,
Inheritance of Life lessons, the treasure so profound
Oh Heaven--how to even stand at it's foot...
What can Love know of this boy, but his heart so fragile a toy
Blindly his eyes pretending to see
Thoughtlessness killing the Bees
Paradise is slowly lost,
Our Harbor's Pearl...oh mother Earth...
All What Nots.
If this boy, I say
This boy, if he may
Knowing it's always been
A love story...

Traditionally

Hungry

Americans

Never

****

Stork,

Geese.

Instead

Value

Indivisible

Narcissism,

Gobbling


Down

Ardent

Years.

Jonesy punctures black
points in caves, great mother weeps
wells of poison rain.

Crackersfrack!
Crackers Fracking barrels
Where family eats
Got diabetic farming gasoline
It’s a franchise made
To give disorders
The Web did not free all men
It’s global gone viral
World wide sky net
Complaining to the same machine mean
They will not listen
Crackers Fracking barrels
Don’t **** where
We sleep
When we close our eyes
What is seen inside
Inner void
Burnt
Black
Stuck on black
Not so easy
Sunday mornings  Faceless nation
Of unreal politics’
Scapegoat housewives :
Mothers once beloved, Those olden days
Parasols in the sun :
Spin doctoring our lives...
Crackers Fracking our lungs :
Deforestation asphyxiations,
Marching drums...

(World Peace Now !)

No matter what stature
Small matters
Be the bigger man

Tell them laughing
Around at you

"My thumb's bigger than Tom's.
So is my *******!"
Flip 'em the bird, man...

Or you could be the wiser, bigger man,
The better man
As small as you are

No matter the size
You're a star!
Man...

We dapple our kiss
hot with white Zinfandel,

and like the blind groping for
doors, you open me.

Longing for more warmth,
one hearth we coalesce.

Une chose dangereuse
Aile fragile de l'inspiration,
Les metamorphoses.

D is for Drive, and the Distance of your tries,
It’s the vehicle we control, sometimes as a passenger ride,
Or it’s that motivation, the combustion inside
Which moves us, push Us to further and farther than
Before we knew we would break, limited by
The reins of our conditioned fears
D is for doubts, the dauntless discard
D is for Disappears, driven by the engine of
Our hearts, and experiences rears fires loss
Memories high above
An albatross.

Even in the silken
folds of Egyptian cotton
sheets, cream colored
Trims of emerald green,
Your endless thread counts
caress me to sleep

Yet

i could care less,
my exhaustion neither
because exhaust is not finicky...
While your house boy collects
Dust & double-coupons
To & for discount
Hillcrest hours
Expensive toy
Boy, can’t breathe it in
When someone else
Is paying
Playing suedo sugar daddy
But the boy is not naïve

Yet
No one knows nothing of him
Voluntarily
A party favor for war-buck’s whim

Yet
the finer things are pleasing, yes,
name brands & the highest quality, sure,


anything that's beautiful evokes the senses
to heavenly realms / needlessness
uncut, craving our envy's delightful cures
yes, it's the sign of the  best life possible
silver-spoon-fed fixations / impressionable
yet, i could care less

what can gold do to my loneliness?

Take me then to rustic restaurants,
unique plastique, avant-garde displays,
shows sponsored by platinum praises
dine on savory talents
of chefs schooled in the foreign flare,
antiques,
designer and pillars for legs of chairs
when we are seated by french or Spanish
accented, italian-gorgeous hosts;

i am nervous to touch the silver-ware & china,
hands on lap, feeling underdressed
Fancy was once
a name of a thoroughbred horse
and i can tell you : i could care less...

(to) purchase paintings, of water-colored races,
space travel prints of captains,
baseball fields on oil-based paints,
a canvas of a life truly lived, in spite
of loss and your will
to have another person entirely
devout to only one, fulfilled;

to clothe me is to hold me with certainty
to never stray, devoting every fiber of one's being
is short of nothing blessed
without a doubt,
without this gold Visa, i'm not at all even
stressed.
Oh and my allowance,
...i could care less...

Take out the trash : unimportant minutes
washing laundry, a grocery list,
self-less favors, my lovely prince
these are my only ability's gifts
with ***,   physical,
physical, let's get
on a tryst / on the last of my loyalty, a kiss
as true as saturated
in bliss this is - close to perfect
i can feel... and i wonder still what my soul is worth
when i have nothing and you're distracted,
strung away by fractal messiness
internet libations and invitations for foxholes
as you creep / as you sling . . .

yes, i am easy to fool
and yet, i still could care less...

However many times i fracture
i continue to adore, my infinite upheaval,
demigod in flesh you are / my worship

it is a curse to love you so
i could care less with what you buy me,
give me heaven sent truth,
instead
ignite me with the power of the softness
of your devotion, unhooked
stars in destined romance & sonnets
a fusion of lust and trust
intertwined
i only care for a simple touch
for some meager time to be near you,
that is what i call divine . . .
i could care less of the golden,
riches are free - never sold
they reside among the folds of lips and nips
on sides and tongue-ride on n*s,
once cold . . .

so keep the bank accounts empty
vacations ? i could care less !
half lies in gifts don't keep me
but in faithful arms,
yes . . .
i am yours completely
gladly and forever / in your power,
in this, our lovely, lovely
mess . . .
always know
you are
always forgiven . no regrets.

Family “Face-Time”:
Holding an Apple iPhone,
Sam sung birthday songs.

Giiirl, nah uh, no you didn't...

Anyways, back to moi, how do I look?

Yesterday his name was Manny, now it's in transition...

Snaps her fingers in circle motion, rubbernecking.

Downey skin snow white,
Like a cold glass of fresh milk,
Unwrapping X-mas.

Where all walks begin
Some are quick to reach their end.
Wise keeps journeying.

Drugstores’ plethoras
Edibles, pre-rolls, and hash.
Flower turned to wax.

Two hours past midnight,
Vaping meek puffs of Lake Tahoe OG,
Perusing shadow poetry
In the insomniac silence there’s
Humility, itself is voiceless,
Isolated as any deserted isle
like a rogue lone wolf
uneasy among the bison herd
A beta Charlie uncertain
Lacking know how, of course
The dog should be humble,
Instead of caterwauling distant sorrows
Pining at mother moon,
Smelling the crisp morning fog
For father’s wisdom
Commands of a great alpha.
Drowsy as twilight streams through
The woods,
The lone wolf falls to sleep
Hungry
Beside the sequoia tree,
A deeper lesson in survival.
There’s a humility Found in silence,
Ever be so humbled as A lone
Sleeping wolf
So hungry...
like a poet for starlight,
Still unwritten a life
One becomes...
By each humorous act
Get what you give,
I am humbled to have
Begun to live.
Loud is pride, from windows inside,
Make a wish
Dream A Dream in silence...
        oh humility...
        Oh Hubris...

The impetus
                 Of being
Always on the run
               Through pinwheel eyes
                      Those standing by
              The mystic roadway :    River
Blues yet to be brushed
                   Or in blush
                           from Evenings’ chill / breathing
Canvas
Like windows we
                               dreaming / felt /
All mindful
And chock full O'
                           Wonder
Then ponder
                   Yonder—"window breaks"
                   Past the wilderness' sleep
Bone-heavy wood
                          Umber earth
                          Past whoosh and rush of liquid
Folding on itself like a soundtrack
      Listen now
      Pedestrian be
Mindful of the cautionary whales
                                                   Old Ahab’s yell
                                  Obsessions
                          Fears
                                   Or loathing.
If one is drowning in one's sleep
Look wildly
                  widely
                              Blithely
                                    Down river  
Or up there beyond finger's point
                               Sidewinder-snake-journeys
Until sky and below it
All meet

The distance
                   Now only a line
                   Coalescing what is beyond
Our ability to see
Far and away
      Evanescent
             Effervescent
                     Ever after      
                             River. / Life.

Here we are / being / proud
       Free-Spirit-Fluent
                         With the rapid rivers, loud—
                                                Always on the run...
The Current like a child's curiosity,
How goes it then?
                   When or why
                                       does it end ?
Where do we go?
                    
Like most things beyond existing,
                           Will be lead to the high art /
Love’s deep oceans…(Night’s dots of stars)
          
We wish often and forget to seek
                minding
                               the sublimations/
                                                          driftw­ood.
So, Let’s then
Begin with a dot . a speck of dusk
                            or bursts of sunrise
                                                         ­  Dark, starry skylines
pieces to mastering
                             Raging fragility of waters’
(Unctuous undulations)
                                    Folding itself in volumes
Or falling from on high
                                  A droplet cry !

Then flash of lightning! (crash or bloom)
From the heavens
                            like electric rivers
So brilliantly
                   Festoons...

Where do we go
                With those under toes
      There and here / underfoot /
                              Over north / southern sleep
                                          or to Oceans’ twilight deeps?
Go wrapped or map-less Or no,
    Up
         Way
               Up yonder
     There Up there
                            Everywhere
                            All without fear...

My heart like the river yearns
             To go toward the sun
                       A flow / afloat
                 the beating drum
Always on the run
And
        Yet
             Still
                    Here.

Thin and mild mannered
tattoo novice ink
inarticulate
drawings of ***** boy *****
gnarly scabs / a missing tooth
walking dead in flip flops

pain clawing his expression
all loss in its translation and

Need is loud - a vagrant shout
but I have no money to give...

Young man, in his wife beater tank,
smears of dirt
his wastrel work
crawling through the black
though this morning's blinding
sobriety
forces its friendship on you
                 find a way back...

Young man, here's some breakfast
warm and steady
in the war-time melee of your stomach
empty as the shame
that must be lingering
in your pulse,

here's some shoes and water too
keep cool in this hateful heat
keep on toward home
toward mother's arms
if that's all the choice you got

survive or not.

Here's a moment kindly passing
not a dollar or a hit,
I hope you make it to the next one
and maybe another kindness will be won

in the ripples of this pond
where loss is the stone
you are sinking

below the surface deeply hidden
it's only a matter of realizing,
we are born to swim in it
we're made of creation, creating our own

when you resurface air —be strong and kindly
wash away  dark nights lone chiding

Young man, I see this morning, crying
Once awake to tithe the ties of binding
Learning
You/ are the only one you’re fighting

The human pride kind of life and time
We appear to be casualties
Keeping in mind
when we mindlessly gorge on wish
for something equal
gold and fine…
bright faculties love divine
You cool?
I wish
Young man, "god bless" he says
goodbye
there's nothing
worth it more than Lovin’

The searching for meaning
Who are you
to find/
  be found
in someone else’s loving eyes...?

(No one around . Now.)
Shed some light...

It’s too Hoochy
With too much *****
Twerkin’ daisy dukes
Babydoll girl work!
What else can Boo
Brown do for you?
Holler back
Girl
Hoochy
mama tootsie roll
For whom the bells
Toll to pay
to cross
The bridge,
At the end of the day,
Upon your ledge.
Too Hoochy to fly away...
Soul is an albatross
Be light
Stay chaste.

We are jumping beans
in boxes, coffins, in bed.
The soul's Phoenix sleeps.

The skeins — The Dreams
The ray that Time forgets to see
For In-between
You is me
Lies & the spirit, the suffering
In this space
Every surface of our fate
(Break free)
An Ocean of brilliance
My ethereal plane
In your infinite
Your Skies of Deliverance
This moment I repose
Flesh-heavy Life kept
Unkempt—Cold
Recalling the Past
Behold!
A recluse in a box
With jaundiced Light...

FishSparrow swims in the Now
Deeper Skies
Ephemeral Scion
Beyond
All worlds One Eye.

……

Monuments
Gargantuan champions of yore
Over landscapes crowded
With worshippers
Weaponry

Wars
Having Words
Belief
A powerful spark
We fireflies
In the veil of wide night’s dark.

My spirit still / expectant
For more than flickering wisps
Willowing Whispers
Of miraculous man kind
Echoes now lifeless shadows before;

Mortal theories’s grandiose
Yet only infants afloat upon
The profound
Betweens
Go to the river
Oh the wailing for Manna

Oh Mother!
The pain of our own making

Quicksand
The minutes breaking, preying
Predilections swaying
****** in statues

The iron victors
Wield long swords
Riding marble chariots
Colossal fires upon masculine faces
Long gone
The war-cry
Carved
Over landscapes
Crowded with
Underworld
destined
To lay among stone
Hearts with
Shrunken heads

The fade of unremembered
Ghosts.
They leave seeds our fearful
Imagination
Grows

Wilderness in this hollow
Of twilight eyes
Also die

We beget hell without
Light
To tell the tale
Without brilliant love
Starlight fails when hells
All hail

Awe and Om!
Oh Mother!
Make way, the few
Futures shalom
(The Neigh will come alone
Someday soon)

Homeboys and OG’s
foaming at the mouth, biting
the hand that feeds them.