In the civilization game
The mind is a sphinx riddle

Signpost projectiles suffice to be words

Can you be centered in intimacy
Knowingness  consuming vulnerabilty?

Our shadows are our ruins
Illuminating social foliage

Love's incisive lacerations
Conforming to moral memory

I savor the overwhelming

The poet,he seemed more a runaway priest,
Was grounded by black lace.

A bigtime kiss blaze with a novelist.

Strutting her literary living,she was
The fireball blitz,extreme.

The scorekeeper some term Karma,
And others call Chance,
In solvent stock fashion,
Dealt deadly destiny.

The eye-opener fatal love
Crrawled into a crying song.

The  guitar,a jailhouse flower,
Celebrated the greatt flair for folly
For writers,where the grass is greener.

The horizon , a floating melody
Abloom like any mundane wonder,
So I need not supersede all exceptions
Even in an unravelled margin.

A visual force  provokes ephemeral soldity
At the boundary,the dangerous line,
Between art and philosophy
With  the idols circulating popular enthusiasm
As we lament the surface from a spatial depth.

To be distinct from decay
Is not a vain desire.

Romancing the theories obviated by practice
Cryptic names in the fiasco
Work supplants play for the new actors
So time is technology?
Mass ethics supersede reason
Who are the cornerstone language guardians?
Radical superordination is for all
Ancient mystery can still delineate precise uncertinty
Shall edicts manifest by resurrection?
The conundrum must be isolated from protocol













In an analysis suddenly unframed
Compromise only promises compounded civility

A sweet song from a proud siren
Summoned my diamond vision:
Time's great obsession for us all
To blossom into ice. The velvet wind
Was a lure from a deluxe lover,
A pentagram witch.  Psychic lightning,
Flaying a knack for sly power,
Brought truth,like thunder,
To a gambler's fever. At twilight,
A storm carnival enchanted,
Enhanced the wayward perfection.

Beauty's glorifier
How well do you know the cruel rules?
Poetry's privare success
Wreaking havoc

Reward suave melancholy with reckoning
Let elegance give meaning
Lucidity pensive and  sinuous
Does the cynic  find decorum
In dignity albeit unreachable?

On stygian abyss
Ethereal helix transforming
Nerve flash codes

Zeitgeist souls anchored
Whirling history thrall
Element serpents guiding

Renewed enchantment nuptials
Gloss idol apotheosis
Mystery base invoked

Slain life covers
The esoteric biology
The tale threatens

A swelling shout
War process securing
The unkind arts.

It's so beyond cliche
Not reading the fine print
In one's close and personal empowerment
Then finally a grown-up solution
As substantial as any other
Whispering sentimental inspiration
There's more to all this
Than wandering through the farmers' market
Decamped in the quintessential
The less-is-more esthetic
Rose-colored glasses also?
Realty is the only conspiracy theory
That matters

Love's exalted totalty
Adheres to a root singularity
So an emotional showdown
Can be an inspiring moment
With its groundbreaking fireworks.

We can name the new in the  now
And flourish in mortalty
Here where unity can destroy utilty
And beauty is not a faultless concept.







Nature is insatiable,
Processing turning points,
Using the transhumanity  ideology,
But unrealistic optimism sets up cruelty
In personal situations in the social vortex
With our entrances and our exits
Merely amusing a new alien audience.

Raw human essence at a crescendo
Verifies impossibility
To have only been a past passion
And we shall indeed transcend the unknowable
With dignity and decorum
And romance.
With dignity and decorum.

Nature is insatiable,
Processing turning points,
Using the transhumanity  ideology,
But unrealistic optimism sets up cruelty
In personal situations in the social vortex
With our entrances and our exits
Merely amusing a new alien audience.

Raw human essence at a crescendo
Verifies impossibility
To have only been a past passion
And we shall indeed transcend the unknowable
With dignity and decorum
And romance.
With dignity and decorum.

She's now through the wilderness open door
And  here victims still protest the conflict
Where  my living proof is ravaged by dead faith
As if there is no counteracting perplexity.

Yet you remind me and it's not your duty
Love hides behind innocence
With common ground commemorating charity.

She sang the number spiral
To destroy the despair barricade
But his imagination endlessly
Stretched and twisted synchronous imagery
So I projected ambient praxis
Into those broken musings.

Do you still think the world's words
Should be sacrificed by knowledge as music?

Beyond chaos and void.

You say you do not ponder a haunting memory
Or beleve that reflections give comfort
Because not even some thinking thing
Is broken off from the pantheist
Liberated from humanity by existense itself
All the knowns and the unknowns
Display a disposition to bend
Ergo my costume consumes neutralty
And darkness is never as invisible
As my spectral thought.