life ain't the master
of me no longer i tell
it what i will do

"Traversing"

The vastness of the universe
Ignites my soul
Thoughts burst forward
Traversing the void
A shimmering mist of awareness
I drift
On the silence
Of infinity
I merge
With the power
Of a billion suns

evolve the present
the present is all there is
ebb and flow unite

hounds of hell talked to me last night
hounds of hell talked till it was light
didn't know what they said
just confusion in my head

and i listened oh i listened
to the growls of hell
i listened oh i listened
to the howls of hell

went awake inside my head
saw the face of satan yeah
image of a normal man
kinda looked like you my friend

and i listened oh i listened
to the howls of hell
i listened oh i listened
to the growls of hell

the observer falls
into a heavy night and
ceases to observe

i had a necrotic tooth
inside my mouth
i tasted death

"What Is?"

truth, is a pacifier,
comforting and calming.

truth, is something
to hang on to, giving
a false sense of control.

truth, is an individual
and temporary construct,
of murky human thought.

Truth, is known
only to God,
if God exists.

I saw the look of innocence
Which i used to call stupidity
In the eyes of fresh young bodies
Moving freely about the planet
To see if they can find themselves
Or some thing worth it to be
Or merely exciting the senses
I don't know which but i guess
And think i know a big mistake
That fades a bit from time to time
To let me perceive now and then
New realities and or concepts
Like the look of innocence

random patterns of
choice was my life here i
am now ha ha ha

the monkey in the
picture looks like me
my ears ain't that big

i sparkled a couple trillion
brain cells
one-one thousandth of a second
ago
blue sky and whippoorwill

peace equals absence
of conflict in your mind
feels like nothing

in a think my third
eye opened just a lose dream
awake different

the fly carcass stuck
on wall ten years monument
to a life well lived

the polar bear
stands eight feet tall
behind the bars

walking the dog down familiar
   blurry roads

what do i see but i want
   there to be

created a spaceship that flew
   me to mars

followed good soldier into
   evil war

stopped all the killing
   hatred no more

grapes
in the ear
taste like grapes
sound like grapes
feel like grapes
for an image i bend
you see twisted lump
of motion
flying
for no reason
feet empty
empty mouth
this empty mouth
tastes like grapes
you will never know
your full fine feet
walk a walk
i admire
in spastic dreams
awake
i prefer
the taste of grapes
empty feet and mouth
grapes

the powerless dog
lives a very long lifespan
or dies just in time

now is just a thing
we do between birth and death
i am among gods

with a mind lapsed view
we fill the void with our thoughts
just warm splash  no frog

i felt a kiss
upon my mangled cheek
valkyrie

do not burn the cloak
with me it is beyond the
ken of fay wisdom

walking the dark night
footprints of something old
softly plodding

the call of mountains
in my mind i perceive them
so much a coward

the tiny dog the tiny dog
walks slowly in my brain
and tells me of ted bundy and startrek
i am the big dog in charge
and leader of the mind
though very uncoordinated
i strive to be free ha ha
don't miss the transient memory
it is all there to see but i
turn away and watch the shadows
on the wall,,,,,,oh so beautiful

i am a bear and wall
many things can ****
bear and break wall

i have a spirit
guide i do not listen much
he is so *******

i saw a dog in
my mind when i was seven
truth profound i saw

as time collapses around me
i feel a melancholy dirge

and call upon a master
not ever believed in

to save me save me a hollow sound
that dances across the centuries

from lips of hopeful dreamers of love

electric current
of soul spirit energy
we influence it

with thought

i see the stars in
your eyes as i dream of you
again my sweet love

you cast the writings
in the mists of time space mind
you are reflection

i want power i
want all power and i will
misuse it greatly

young squirrels run on
spring grass fast just new life joy
exhilaration

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend VI "


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 defenses
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.

foreign tongue fast babbling phone call
to half a world away genetic kin
easy as dirt
like the dirt that owns the blood
half a century away
land of snows and lapis sky
hungry maroon monks incanting
barbaric yawp pujas in
decadent political system
controlling the yellow spirit and red blood
of happy ignorant sad intelligent humanity
of the there then
it's always been like this world
when mighty mao and red army liberates
with bullets prisons mortars torture
barrel of the gun communist truth
rippin tongues out with meat hooks
father of such misery you can not see
they treat everyone like this
not just you         yaa that dirt

i saw a small bird
it did not see me at all
i superfluous

i stink
among the universe

are we anywhere
a figment of our own mind
we'll see yes we'll see

globules of satan's blood drip into
     our souls

(the lies we tell ourselves are
     part of our consciousness )

empty words in a
pattern that comes to nothing
the zero is sum

tell me something old
as dirt and mountains and blue
sky    i might believe

i saw a demon
in my eye it wanted me
to act i said no

beautiful woman
revolver pick up truck beer
on ice a true sight

the devil sleeps in
a mind and awakes sometimes
imaginary

you see you feel you
think you choose and that last one
is so difficult

i see you in gold
intrepid on the mountain
and a person now

reality the fictitious
truth moment by moment
evolutionary

the pure hallowed souls
of tribes children behind us
we stand resolute

cigarette smell room
the scent of *** pounds the air
essence of journey