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Mark Wanless Apr 24
hear a siren out
the window think of nothing
just took a long time
to realize it
Mark Wanless Apr 5
sleep well be well the
mind is a dream just here
Mark Wanless May 2
the wisdom of speed
mind is underdown and deep
it tells you listen
Mark Wanless May 2
my mistakes i see
clearly good deeds are empty
why
Mark Wanless Jul 2024
the tribute to
mankind is that war
has not defeated us
Mark Wanless Jul 2024
we are not fractured creatures
we are multifaceted
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Physics


A limited tool
Used to increase perception
Of      this that is
Mark Wanless Nov 2020
i walked the shores
of Agenon
for thirty years and more

it was not there

lived a long life
of hardship
on the slave ships of Stife

it was for naught

fell in love a
hundred times
never forgot one

i weep at the loss

sat on a mountain
wind blowing
through me

it was pleasant

perfection is a quest of fools
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Pilgrim"


Wandering Pilgrim?        Explore Thyself!
The undiscovered near
Though journey's softly timorous
Soul continents appear
Mark Wanless Sep 2020
i plan to live till
ninety ,,,  i hear laughter now
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
your breast a knife
          my only desire
                    please
       wound me
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
whooooo this small room is
my life     i enjoy it
the universe (internet) at my fingertips
why don't i STUDY the space station
inadequacy
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
Poetry

Perceptions of the world
         Told in many ways,
Reflections of the soul,
         Guidance through the haze.

Echoes of the past
         Frozen on the page,
Inspired burst of thought,
         Warped release of rage.

Whispers of the heart
         Demanding to be heard,
Silence of the mind,
         Patterned mix of word.

Expressions of the now
         Not answers for eternity,
Songs of simple joys,
         Tears for life's infirmities.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Praying Squirrels"
                    
                    
                    The praying squirrels are passive
                              gray rodents
                                        teaching Zen
                    
                    No one is learning anymore
                              how to walk
                                        to their dead daughters
                    
                    Every man for himself is a country
                              what a wonderful life
                                        no one lies
                    
                    The yellow ***** is on my shoe
                              it got there somehow
                                       but i wasn't looking
                    
                    If you touch me i can not tell
                              i'm mostly numb now
                                        pass me a commercial
                    
                    The actors act so stupid i feel better
                              i saw a cut out of the false god
                                        on a PhD's desk
                    
                    Center of the universe where is it?
                              mom gave me a cookie dad
                                        is watching T.V.
                    
                    Red is a flower i frequently taste
                              the sun owns me
                                        death is a bee
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Precious Things"


The source where clouds are made
The place of precious things
Do you really want to go?
And know?
It is not far
Mark Wanless Jul 2022
i sit in my apartment
alone and unconsciously
think of processies that happen
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Prologue"


                    To look at you now with tempered hindsight
                    Is the task. You, my family, a vital
                    Part of me, I seek to see what shapes all
                    My time with you has formed within. With light
                    Found elsewhere I shall touch the wounded heart
                    Of me, and lift the brooding dark pall
                    Of fear so long in place ----- a stunting wall.
                    I am enabled with a gentle might
                    The calm and caring words of friends who do
                    Not fade. Common is the way, yet commonly
                    Undone we act a scripted part untrue
                    To self, and slight our souls. Softly, cautiously
                    I shall tread the road, and slowly move
                    Toward my dreams; to see, and sing sweetly.
of sonnets
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"****** Relativity"


Addicted to excitement
Addicted to intense
Emotional states
Denial blinds the ****** deeply
Thoughts are filtered to the craving
Give me more give me more give me
Selfishness a river burning
Do the fishes know their swimming
Illusions unrelenting till
Unknown answer
For each their own
Cold turkey not so good i've heard
From some i think as wise and honest
Try the slow withdrawal
Piece by piece
But for each their own
For each their own
****** relativity is a trip
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
give me to the end of the universe
and i will not have enough
desire, if it exists, a view
look here, you see,
look there you see,
you see, you want
give me a view
help you a view
******* a view
choose your view
puppet
what?
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Puppets Of The Cosmos"


    Puppets of the cosmos we are
    No they conspiracy      together one form
    Mind breathers processors excreter's
    **** happens thought wise watch
    Where you step      to late!      brain feces
    Everywhere      permeates mental atmosphere
    Undiscovered doesn't mean non-existing
    Fuzzy headed people all over      mental health
    Is contagious      germs of pre-conscious origin
    Float the psychic wind up yours and in
    You can't help it      cold      flu      aids      hemorrhagic
    Fever equivalents      scary isn't it      i prefer
    Not to see but can't pluck out the
    Deep down power greater than myself
    Beautiful handiwork malleable consciousness
    Somehow full of
    Not knowing
    So much hidden
    Only a constellation away
    Star travelling I'm a-going
    Won't be back again
    One way trip in space time mind works
    No beginning no end of cause effect
    Seeing is believing
    The answer gnosis sapiens
    Next step compassion evolving forever
    Now shape not big enough but
    Desire creates genetic change
    Psychophysical aggregates      karma collectors
    Cut the strings and be free!
    Make self not war
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
I see the puppet and the strings
In you
I hate you so
Mirror
I feel the puppet and the strings
In me
I hate them so
looks good to me?
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
the eye of the poet is no more pure
than the knee of a bee
the pollen of a flower
or the tongue of a thirsty dog
point of experience the measure
nostrils and roses co-exist dependent
such a small moment
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Pure Reality"


Pure reality? Just one one one
       perceived, perceived again.
A common motley infinitely manifest
       as life path end.
opinion 101
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Purple Element"



To cast our purple element
Before swine        a pernicious
Sacrifice        if swine be

To cast out gilded opulence
Of the prevalent        privilege
Transmutational        if for thee
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Push and Shove"


Push comes to shove the way
       desire bound bound spherical wheels
       reel around ten arrows in mind
       reflexive constellations form forms
       concepted from naught inherent thusness
       fills the sentient i brimless
       insatiable till no movement
       with movement knits together
       no contradiction but words
       the endless struggle
in the beginning was the word
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
We but discern a dismal part of all
That comes to be in this our fluid and
Foaming universe. We do not even
Comprehend a single aspen leaf with
Its chemistry of green, which garners bright
Essence of the sun and shapes it to a
Nutrient form. A truly wondrous
Feat all rightly done without the weak and
Wobbly framework called i. How do we then
For all to hear shout praises of mankind
While living in such graven ignorance?
It is the fearful ego, the born self,
The picker and chooser of aspects to
Be known from out the billions of flashing
Contacts that do fall upon our meager
Senses which builds a picture incomplete
And grandly presents it to the conscious
Realm as a magnificent and righteous
Whole. After duly changing it of course
To conform to its own safe and stunted
Understanding of what should now exist.
So when upon the inward stage appears
A percept, the i in heedless reflex does
Dress it up in cloak or gown, good or bad,
Kind or fearsome, better or worse, and our
Lesser mind takes hold this falsely molded
Image as the real. Thus made, we swiftly
Go with deluded sight where angels scarce
Do tread,           and puzzle at our suffering.
i like this
Mark Wanless Oct 2021
there is no thing but the things that is
a time is but a gentle song
there is no thing but a universe sees
and all life keeps rolling along
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Rake"


I rake a pirate measure to my
       whispers blooming mind
Fresh sprung to consciousness
       fertile ego wind
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
Rome was not built in a day
Romulus and Remus measured the base
With blood sweat and anger
******* the **** of wolvine
Manifests the fate of men
Craving now as progeny
We wonder why we hunger
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Razor"


The eloquence of thought may tell
       a truth beyond compare
Of history, evolution,
       the birth of peace, despair,
Desire, hate, all that does appear
       between one ruby tick
And eternity. Free to discern we dally
       wooing mind mist
Consort of sentience
       razor named consciousness.
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
Real


I saw a tiger in me
not real
Loving Father
not real
Attentive husband
not real
Just a man breathing
real
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Reflex - ****"


Seeing you
I reflex **** desire
From the depth of my *****
Longing to say, hello, touch me
I turn away
For those around me have
An intolerant, reproductive
Point of view
And I
Am not yet through
My fearing
Mark Wanless Oct 2021
"Sonnets From A Conversation With A Friend ***"


I seek not to mar the happiness known
By so many, nor lesson the glory of
Life's treasure, but human love is grown
In imperfect hearts, and is changefull love.
Our aims may be high, yet we often
Stumble and fall. Our thoughts do wander
Between forgiveness and anger. Confusion
Sometimes reigns, and with doubts we ponder
What we shall choose to do. The delicate rose
Blooms soft among the thorns, and love lives firmly
Rooted amid our frailties. To dispose
Of either's sting, also condemns their beauty.
So gladly let us tend that portion which is ours,
And leave to God the perfect love, which is Hers.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Repeatedly Boring"


Life is repeatedly boring to tears
Over and over again we manufacture
Intensities to perceive to distract
To manipulate            to obey
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
Requiem



The roaring blaze in Harvin's hearth
Illumines a scene of healing mirth.
All 'round the hall all tankards filled
To toast and praise a comrade killed.
Fallen in battle defending the land,
Fallen in battle, by Fate's hoary hand.
Oakdahl the strong who's mighty arms
Have served the clan in life's alarms,
Who's loyal strength is only surpassed
By his ***** adieus with a willing lass,
Now he stands amid the throng
And begins the night, with Logan's song.
"All listen, all listen, heed my word,
I sing the praises of Logan the good.
A kinder man will ne'er be found,
Love's noble deeds were his spirit's crown.
He took as his own, Gerrig's son
When our land by the fever was o'er run.
The widow's house he ne'er forgot and
Daily brought meat to the stewing ***.
In winter's depths together we stood
Chopping and hauling the village wood.
His battle scarred face our enemies feared
Yet freely our children pulled at his beard
Knowing that in his warrior's frame
Soft was his soul, by love's true flame.
He fell in battle 'gainst Hogar's band
The ones who sought our prosperous land.
Death he found by the archer's shot
Which pierced the flesh of that living heart.
So shout and cheer for a mighty man
Who shed his blood to save the clan!"
Loud were the voices raised in the hall
As they shouted their homage, one and all.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
Resentments And Dregs



With tattered coat and weathered face
He walks the frozen streets and begs.
For winter home, a heating grate,
His daily fare, resentments and dregs.

He curls into a fetal ball
To give some warmth to arms and legs.
The horrid dreams come often now
Dark issue of, resentments and dregs.
Mark Wanless May 2022
sept.22,18

residue of thought
my life resounds
in my head
a circular
Mark Wanless Nov 2020
fell to earth a day ago
bounced back up on purpose
no job is to bad
i am retired
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Ripples"


Life heavy drops of reality
Softly forming ripples upon the soul,
Unseen, and ineffective
In stormy waves of emotion.

Childhood's echoed suffering
Muting tones of existing joy,
Creating, directing
Discordant symphonies of error.

Tormented bellowings of ego
Silently barring doors of change,
Abate, and succumb
To heartfelt whispers of surrender.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Rivet"


Black ink and white paper
God God God God God
Brain rivet
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Root"


We pass as wild and frenzied things
       forever in a roil
To slake innate capacities
       in pleasure or toil.
Our begging moments sensefilled plunge
       as lemmings do, plop a time
Commenceless ocean, a thought sea
       we innocent name mine
And fission self and other.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Saintly Green"



when it grows old the sun will dim

        a wizened rheumy eye

                 which peeped a sea

   black velvet and diamond with prisms

               sparkly shine and mingle of vortex

gravity well     hot rocks     clammy dirt

                   clinging to the roots of

        saintly green cabbages
Mark Wanless Jan 2023
i see a pattern
ten thousand years old
new colors new voice
same oh same oh
nothing new is here now
same oh same oh
see the past here now
same oh same oh
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Sapient thought"


A sapient thought full similar
A corsets view of breath
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Saturday"


i say her eyes
they seemed so alive
the white was still glistening
the green still vivid
the dark center a void
to fall into on saturday night
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Says The Boy"



"I love you",
Says the boy with the low IQ
Who can't even tie his shoes
Or cross the street alone.
Who will never marry
And probably die before thirty
Due to his mall-formed body.
"I love you", he says,
And means it.
Mark Wanless Jun 2016
what happen when the world
explodes     and you don't
DOH!
YUKKITY YUK TA YUK YUK
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Scream The Ragged"


Scream the ragged nerve endings habituated
To far between bodies and touch
Confined within metal house avian, waiting
For movement both physic and cognate
a bit of claustrophobia on a plane ")
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
Searching


At times
My mind is like
A dusty, empty, bookshelf.
Where do I begin
When there is nothing
To begin with?
writers block?   or   writers heaven?
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