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Mark Wanless Jul 2016
The universe is crooked
       a drift of soul has fell
A hatefilled thought a heartbeat
       no greater death is hell
been there, done that
Mark Wanless Jul 2016
I've told you of my many mind changes
Not just the surface dross, but the living
Core of the root. The blurred symptoms bending
My sight to destruction, the hate of ages
Thriving within, the tainted defences
Of ego that burned pain with their weak soothing,
This I told you and more. The thorned purging
Of childhood's conjecture, the strength that is
Formed, sturdy and deep, in one days effort,
The acceptance of self, which slow but true
Did lift, this I told you and more. And the vast
Labors of molding the light and dark shape
That frames my world, now glinting a soft burst
Of love's color, this I've told you, and more.
Mark Wanless Jul 2016
The brown box does not hold you

             a journey begins

                 a new flow

           from here to there



No more mystery than a Pluto walk

                   tiger kiss

                ****** of lava

        or freeze of silent sitting
Mark Wanless Jul 2016
Don't listen to the noises that are
       all around you all the time
Just listen to the silence which is
       all around you all the time
just makes sense
Mark Wanless Jul 2016
Dog
My own dog has a monkey on its back
A be free jones
Don't want the bars and walls
Of this job that job
Golden walls   warm walls   comfortable
         fulfilling   beautiful   healthy walls
For some
But not my dog
A mongrel mutt sleepin under the stars
Travelin always
Different a glittering tingle in the mind
Smelling like buddha
Tasting like jesus
Feeling like mohammed
Journeying heaven
Stopping death
My dogs gotta be
It's own dog
Mark Wanless Jul 2016
words of a poet
words of a king
words of a peasant
all words sing

hear i am
remember me
i am dead
i lived for thee

no where
no how
i do not believe
this is now

give up the image
the lie the lie
give up the vision
of i      of i
collapse into reality
Mark Wanless Jul 2016
Here i turn     and look outward
A practiced eye seeking more
To see     to sing sweetly
To lark and to crow and to sparrow
To twitter whatever appears
To imbibe and regurgitate life

Somalia taxi drivers
Mexican store owners
Black cashiers   policemen   lawyers
          in suits
White nobody's with hard bodies
White somebody's with soft bodies
Computer mind    buddha mind   angry mind
Is an angry mind    red angry haze mind
Red army    massing hoard
******* car horn out the window
Crashed air planes into buildings
White paper fluttering down from heaven
Black boiling smoke    *** smoke
Crack puff cloud smoke    cigarette
          death
Rage against the machine failure
As the raging machine rages on
Expensive cars    poor people buying
          expensive cars
Hot humid days   cool nights
Sticky cummmmmmm thighs
Whale cry     baby sigh
New confusing war cry
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