Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XIII" b


Possession is nine-tenths of the fall to
Captivity of spirit. Many times
You've said these words to these selective ears
And i've heard nothing but your voice. Now, through
Some grating shift of cells, cause unknown, a
Newly perceived response enlightens some
Hitherto unlit portion of the dim
Pre-conscious realm. Which from here on casts a
Shadow interwoven with the many
Other shadows in the vast and blood warm
Ocean called this mind. And i see the harm
You speak of threatening, clearly. To hold
Is to close and occupy a sheaving
Of brain;   which does empty its use for living.
Mark Wanless Sep 3
the tower of when

1,000 years ago,is nothing in the
tower of when. standing on
a rock , 2 million years past
the future is present
and the present is last

i saw a child who died last night
and lived a hundred years
the peasant begging on the street is me
i'm rich i give you free
call upon the minutes and die again
the tower of when is why
say what
Mark Wanless Aug 26
the stone rock statue
is larger than me
but not all

i admire the tall and big
a power of flesh
they will save our lives

i eat their food
warmed by the fire
i slowly think

weak and small no woman
wants to be my mate
and i do not care

we are here, i think, somewhere
and i speak carefully
their anger forms if i speak to much

i am warm and thinking
thanks to big and tall
i try to help us all
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"10 w 1 mw"

where is reality?   seeing it
but   i don't see ****!
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"10 w 2 mw"

here it is again    me
gravity is free    procession    obligatory
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
" 10 w 3 mw"

how to be compassionate    start
out small    and work up
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"10 W 4 mw"

I see you   in the past
I want you  now
Mark Wanless Jun 8
flabby warrior
sits on riverbank
katana drops
close
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"40 yrs of Ignorance"




this tool of magnificence
        this body
                this form
        soon to be
                   fertilizer
                       smoke
                   empty vessel

the wandering mist
        has left the building
               again
                    and again

we are here
          we are aggregate
                what the hell is choice ?
                          move if you are able

the vagarie pulse
          the urge to bark
                  the push to bite
        the     why oh dear god why ! ! ?

i would not have believed it
           if i had not done the experiment
                         myself

ready or not
               the 40 yr curse
                          the power flow unsteerable

     was part a ******* sugar buzz

and that aint no ******* man

         that aint     no     bull     ****
Mark Wanless May 23
i saw a bunch of children
playing games upon a board

i was a nasty child then
did not know that i would

do nothing but perpetuate
a memory of hate

sorry brothers
hope you have escaped
true
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"A Country Sunset"

Dogs bound along the road.
Hogs squeal their hunger. A toad
Flees to safety from tabby's chase.
Trees sway in the wind. Sol's face
Slowly hides behind the corn
Sleepily, till dawn reborn.
Mark Wanless Jan 2018
" A Dream "

a dream a float a wonderful
next arrives again
expel the moment dangerous
a mindless thought to tell

no time is but a powerful
lament of ken
the wasteland is a bogerous
adamant fell

adamant fell adamant fell
no thought has ever been
beyond the movement of a man
nor memories to tell
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
" A Rose"

Kissing a rose is such an innocent boy
who is not aware at all he's a picture
gone and dead in India of dusty plants and streets
i miss the pointless activity it produced so much
of what you want oh universe i've bled you a book
gold on the hoof creation is its own reward pity
the alarm clock slaves the t.v. slaves society slaves
those who want and want yet do not have what they want and want
seems new when its you but its almost as old as rock
maybe even that is what rock is excreted mind getting cold
space is the place of chaos and fractals are what we are
perhaps if the door opens we'll see a little hamster running
on a treadmill look in the mirror at your furry face
but heh if you earn enough dough to buy apple pie
a la mode move those little legs baby faster is better
if that's your bag you're holding the key to every door is
right here all the time it feels good to be a doorman
open wide and run like hell works for some but i'm a walker
with pointed teeth crawling inside a haunted tree saw it
saw you see you used to hate you cuz you showed me myself
not a perfect me in not a perfect world imperfections everywhere
all the time part of the view not all of it do i deny south by looking
north no but if i needed to go south i need to go for it okay but
till then north is cool just point the brain and it automatically
does the rest if its working right that is right to live right to breath
for now gone any second maybe if i work hard enough or yell loud enough
or drink shoot-up pop smoke enough crack i won't notice when it happens
simply a rose
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"A Scene"

A Man    Long have I sought answers
                Yet now, seeing her, I stand mute.
                What glories, what honors shall be mine
                When I ask of the Goddess Future
                And She tells me what lies ahead.
Goddess
Future    Ask of me what you will
                It is mine to answer plainly.
Man       Future, what shall be my greatest glory
               In times to come?
Fut         Happiness is the greatest treasure
              And is sought by all
               Through many and various means.
               Happiness may be a part of all futures.
Man         Yes, 'tis true
                Happiness is a worthy crown.
                How shall I find my happiness?
                Through wealth, fame, power?
                If this glory is to be mine
                From whence shall it come?
Fut         From love. True happiness
                Comes only through love.
                Not love of money
                Or of clattering applause
                Nor love of deeds greatly done
                Or wars bravely fought
                But simple love.
                To love oneself
                Freely, and daily, and imperfectly
                As in all the affairs of man
                This brings the greatest of all treasures
                Happiness.
Man         Love? Love??
                My greatest glory in all my days
                Shall come through love?!
                By the power that has put us here
                In this darksome void of emptiness
                You are bound to answer all
                And answer plain!
                Yet you stand before me
                Spouting riddles and ancient stories
                Told to fresh weaned children.
                Tell me! Tell me true! Tell me plain!!
                Where and how and when
                Shall I find happiness!!?
Fut         I tell you true and I tell you plain
                As I have always done
                And never were these words hidden
                From anyone's heart.
                They have been lying amongst your feet
                Crowding you and tripping you
                As you travel your daily lives.
                Yet you kick them aside
                Daring not to look down
                Through fear of being devoured
                By life's pains while caring
                Or lest some vain comfort of man
                Pass you by.
                Truly I say
                The ones who find happiness
                Are those open to change.
                For all mankind yearns
                For the missing part
                And accepts what is before them
                To fill the emptiness.
                But only those who recognize
                The ill-fitting lies of
                Worldly miss-pleasures
                And frail human vanities
                Only they are free to continue the search
                And eventually gain, happiness.
Man         Words, hollow words.
                Long have I lived.
                Many are my tales
                Of wearisome toil and effort
                And again all that is found
                Are simple words.
                You, Future
                Who's power it is to know
                The fates of all men
                Answer me with uncertainties.
                Go, go back to where you came from
                Leave me alone.
                I shall rest,
                And tend to my pains and sorrows.
Fut         NO!! There are no uncertainties
                Or riddles in my speech.
                Only to those who love themselves
                And others
                Is given the boon of happiness.
                You, who's ears are small
                And filled with worldly echoes
                Distorting all,
                You stand before a Goddess
                And dismiss Her words
                Rather than admit your error.
                And yet,
                It is the honor and privilege
                Of all free willed man to do so.
                Therefore I shall be silent,
                And leave you,
                At your own bidding.
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"A Sun"


What would you like
To be
When you grow
Up
Marky?

A sun
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
A wisp of dream surrounds me
Is me moves me to act in accordance
With practiced artful touch i flesh the scene
Insphered and drape the world mutable
In self flattering robes and ego's crown
Centered i stand triumphant unbending
Unheedful of the dim murmurs mewling
From the lips of those other actor beings
Crowding the majestic idcreated stage enfolded
No touch is but permitted of my will
No reach is but the servant of the task
Vast i am the full cosmic volume of what is
Omniscient immortal god immaculate until
Another wisp of dream surrounds me
***
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
A wonderful life is not coherent
No linear course can span the all
From 20 till now, a course unimaginable
Yet hear we are, compassion trying to express itself
        despite the illusions.
Forgiveness is not a lie, to stop is to stop
Therefore it has stopped, a comfort of feeling.
The journey is my road, traveled by me, and
Everyone else in the space/time/mind continuum.
I am the sole owner of love, as i am the sole owner
        of fingernails.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Above"




i send you my love you return it

       empty with polite knives

what happens will happen without you

       now

      unknowing gold drops from your busy fingers

  sojourner

            point of light

                       cool waters

                                     beauty

      in a beautiful world the sun shines always

above the dark clouds          above the hurricanes

above the atomic blasts          above the meteor dust

above the empty ocean canyons circling the globe

                the sun shines always

                             and i send you my love
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
Shall we stand
Upon the brink
And gossip about those
Others?
How they live, and smell
And talk?
It keeps our minds
Off of the pain
The death, the sadness
We wish did not exist
But does
Sooner or later
We must see
If we do not look
Voluntarily
Something, somehow
Will force us to
Unless we die first
Which happens quite a lot
Actually
Mark Wanless Apr 20
the sky was blue the clouds were grey
the sun shone now and then
she came to me from far away
her name was Adolen

Adolen oh Adolen you tore my world
in two
never saw a women since that
looked as sad as you

we travelled on to here and there
and walked a grassy field
we wondered and we wandered near
an edge that did not yield

the echoes from the fallen down
controlled our glassy stare
you lept into the near beyond
i did not follow there

Adolen oh Adolen you tore my world in two
never loved a girl so much that
was a sad as you

Adolen oh Adolen you tore my world in two
never saw a women since that
was a sad as you
pretty good
Mark Wanless Jun 2017
i gave her advice she did not want,,,,,a hug is all
stupity
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
I exists after the fact of judgment reflex
Movement we don't see we but be the wave form
Creation totality divided up
Survival purpose necessity
Compassion
The think beat first vibration
Big bang cause effect swirling
Of the this
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
"Again"

if i could change anything
   in the 62 years past
i wouldn't
   not because
  
i was so happy
   i wasn't
      not because

i was so courage's
   i wasn't
      not because
  
i accomplished
   i haven't
  
i'm just to **** tired
   to do it again
just true for me,,,,,
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
Airhead

airhead,be airhead
airhead,be airhead

wondered what i's gonna be
slept till noon, memory

fleeting lost, don't remember
what's the cost, forever never

called a friend, wasn't there
been a lover, and airhead

pay you back, in next life
kiss my ***, it don't exist

can you be, a memory
after death, i do not see

airhead, be airhead
not an orbit, no no no

orbit better than i know
cosmic man flying free

earth bound me, misery
call it all i do not see

bean to heaven, been to hell
just some word's, in my skull

no place running, no place hide
no big choice, live or die

who are you, see you near
do not care, why you're here

just like you, live or die
cosmic blister, in my eye

let's get free tonight
let's get free tonight

let's get free tonight
let's get free tonight

Oblivion!!!!!!!
ramones can sue me or buy it
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
Tickle my fancy
And I will praise you
Well
Flatter my ego
And I shall return
Often
Even at a high price
To earn my obedience
But convey me to a state
Of comfort and ease

     I am yours
deep deep down for some
Mark Wanless Sep 9
i bow at the alter in
the church of imperfection
and pray softly here again
in storm of life confusion
the first line was the inspiration
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Amber Noise"


The amber noise of sunrise
       the sable dead tonight
And in between a spectrum
       of beings sentient
Accost the earth with myriad feet
       pounding as a drum
A frantic beat of busyness
       gild vestibule of mind
Mark Wanless Sep 2016
There seems no end to the infinite
Variety of choices for some
Yet limits that shape our days and dreams
Are societies more common norm

True freedom a plaything in never
Never land i fear to see and say
A flashy bright illusion fooling
The mind in its momentary way

The money masters enslave themselves
And pull the thought strings with greed's intent
Profit their god they bow in their chains
To bleed the masses without relent
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"And Choose"


I awake
And choose the way
To live the day
Habits of repetition
Form thoughts and movements
Of dim incompetence
This shall continue
Until I awake
And choose a new way
To live the day
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"And So It Goes"

A wee little bird
Craps on my forehead.
I want to **** him!
But I have no gun
That I may shoot the
Filthy ******* with.
So, I think I will
Yell at you instead.
Mark Wanless Jun 10
"And The World Is Human"

Children laugh in their innocent play
A young man loves his wife today
A twice worn dress is thrown away
        And the world is human.

An unknowing child is lost then found
A bleeding man attracts a crowd
The carousing deaf like their music loud
        And the world is human.

A ****** man has a love for life
A pious man berates his wife
A robust man knows pain and strife
        And the world is human.

In all the lands there's old and new
And time flows on for me and you
There are many wonders left it's true
        And the world is human.
oldie
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
Children laugh in their innocent play
A young man loves his wife today
A twice worn dress is thrown away
        And the world is human.

An unknowing child is lost then found
A bleeding man attracts a crowd
The carousing deaf like their music loud
        And the world is human.

A ****** man has a love for life
A pious man berates his wife
A robust man knows pain and strife
        And the world is human.

In all the lands there's old and new
And time flows on for me and you
There are many wonders left it's true
        And the world is human.
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
Anxious running thoughts
Exhaust the mind juice
Just as intended
Head trips surely block
Back to the dark
Our heart's pain
Yet only briefly
Is it dimmed
briefly
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
April 29, 2018

you know that image
    that computer image
made with 3d graphics
    totally a creation of
an imagination, cartoonish even,
    i really like her ****
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
April 29, 2018,,2

you know that image
   in your mind
you thought was him or her
   totally    a reality
of imagination, cartoonish even
   what else is there but this
Mark Wanless Jun 2016
as a dead bird drops i fall into a silent place
with echoes upon echoes of mind moving itself
and i scream with the effort to speak of it
to retrieve a speck of the chill fire
to recognize and pronounce it a word
or shape of word      or confusion of word
to bear it into a semblance
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
As close as our bones
And as difficult to see
Self knowledge brings cease
To the pain
Unnecessary everywhere
Thriving
Condition of heart
that is why it is difficult
Ask
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
Ask
God, give me the strength to get down on my knees
        Give me the strength to accept my disease
        Give me the strength to surrender my ways
And to know I need fellowship for the rest of my days.

        Give me the strength to continue to live
        Give me the strength to know You forgive
        Give me the strength to approve of myself
And to reach out to others for comfort and help.

        Give me the strength to live with life's pains
        Give me the strength to work for my gains
        Give me the strength to know I'm not less
And to give up my efforts to be better than best.

        Give me the strength to share what I have
        Give me the strength to play and to laugh
        Give me the strength to live in each day
And to listen to others and hear what they say.

        Give me the strength to cry and be sad
        Give me the strength to smile and be glad
        Give me the strength to know I have worth
And to know its an attribute of everyone on earth.
sometimes God is small g or big G               you choose
Mark Wanless Sep 2016
The thoughts of loved ones float
         across the mind, happily.
Emotions stir, sweet and pure
         and yield a soothing, reverie.

Often may we stop and muse
         of joyful moments, dreamily.
When we but exercise our will
         and make the effort, consciously.
B
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
B
Defensive barriers
         may bestow
         bitter *******
         and
burdensome byroads.

Defensive barriers
         can be
beneficial birthrights
bodyguards, buttressing
         by love.
what are words worth,,,,,, what you say they do
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Bad God"


Addicted to strain and turmoil we ****
All chance of happiness to feel a thrill
Juicing the brain momentarily the
All in all of here and now no room left
For peace or compassion to arise so
Why do we feel surprise at their lack of
Existence and cry tears to whatever
God inhabits us to please please give me
Give me something i want but do not make it
Difficult for then you must be a bad god
And i will not be your friend any more
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
Been

been to the sliver
been to the arrow
been to the place
don't want to be

call it tuesday
call it friday
call it the place
don't want to be

where you going big adult
what you choose  if and but
past is future   future past
call me angel   devil is past

don't know where   the time is
just a trick of mind
been to never   been to heaven
hell i've often seen

just a trick of mind

just a trick of mind
just a trick of mind
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
a dog bit me

           i cried for thirty years
metaphor dah
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
birds

the birds
    do not move
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
I think of myself as one
But bits and pieces form me
Physically, emotionally, and spiritually
I am a grouping of known
And unknown ingredients
Mixed together with known
And unknown laws
Possessing known
And unknown attributes
Thinking known
And unknown thoughts
know and unknown    whats the differenceb
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
A sweetly flowing melody
        stirs my heart.
From afar do I listen
        muse, and admire.
Daring not to interfere
        lest I bring discord.
Mark Wanless Sep 2016
A blurring idiot frame of mind i've been
A brain reflexive
reality 101
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
she hated me because
i left her naked
with a bunch of *******
syllables   6 5 6
Mark Wanless Sep 17
the song will tell the count of bones sleeping
what call to arms doth break the peace again
there is no cause but willful thought holding
blade to human throat but for blind swollen
greed calls to all and is heard by many
loudly no place other than ego bliss
i speak amid the stars in my own way
not vaulted source of truth but comely kiss
that whispers out to total mind you me
crawling spec on battlefield woeful sees
world of blood and yearns soft to speak of free
Next page