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Mark Wanless Apr 2018
the Stoffers hid the ****** globs
in the field of glen rice
good fertilizer,  good hiding
after a few days it could not be
scanned as anything other than excrement

Closen knew the Stoffers tricks
but could not scan due to protocol
each expel of energy was recorded
classified and supervised by the
KLen government.. an expenditure
of energy meant lives lost.

Closen knew this from the time
when he could remember. His father,
a corporal of the KLen, was able to
feed his family enough.  No raids,
no evictions, no riots,
not in his sector.

he did what he could when he could
and was loyal to the KLen
a strong wise man, in a time
of turmoil, choosing.
Closen was a good man
new
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Clouds of Thought"

The muse arrives with familiar ease
And illumines the realm of inner view.
Quietly births a soulful breeze
Forms clouds of thought in purest hue.
How lifted do I tread and plod,
Humble receptacle, servant of God.

Each mortal frame a joy contains
That soothes the soul and heart to find.
A healing balm for worldly pains
A heavenly cleft from beastly mind.
Oh, how honored do we tread and plod,
Humble receptacles, servants of God.
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
Prior any part of that which we are
Became,     it      was, and     it      discerning a
Fluid unity of flesh and force, yearned.
Thus forms a thoughtless weight of meat, cast to
Diverse function, inanimate, approved
And warmed in     its     heart. Soon, amid designs
Laid one upon another throughout the
Vast and vicious course of what has been, passed
From the first to the next to the next, a
Spark of breath flows through this latent structure
Striking a strange and mysterious grain, which flames.
This energy, this current, birthed to self-
Endurance, surges in the blank abode,
Touching flesh to empower, then conform.
Flesh, now animate, reacts, then acts upon
The force, shaping and shaped. Continuous
Now, till disunity, the wondrous
Dancing, co-fusion called life, occurs. Thus
Created, stands the first level of our being.
Mark Wanless Sep 2016
Comprende?
Then you surely are mistaken
What volumes exist beyond the finger
The finger will never know
limited views, and you really think you know?
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Condemn Thee"


How do i not condemn thee i must learn
The path less traveled, gift discerned. The teacher
Is the teaching born experience, natal
Bloom of sentientness, ego mes worn
Atop the emptiness. A heightened mind?
A phrase, no more, the conscious realm dimensionless
Mother-Father-Child, breathing universe.
Mark Wanless Sep 2016
You breathe a fathom minuscule
       of meaning
Into this empty aggregate
       of words
You are the creator a god
       with flesh
And ****** bones walking the obstinacy
       of form
Which does not want to lay down dissipate is the
       entangled construct
Without beginning from desire so vast is why
       so difficult
To drop i habit for constraint free consciousness
       now
Mark Wanless Mar 2021
my words meaningless
your thoughts create a new realm
and are consciousness
Mark Wanless Sep 2016
bluish death shroud

                                   float of hollow bones

            countless mole minds

                                          upraised

            heaven on the make

                                seed is tree

                                             seed is shoot

                     the center is not old

        oceans of may be

                         cosmos centric

                  stars and earths

                                                     and moons

                birth

     stars                  end

                birth

   green spring valley

                                        clover hugged

                   only love

                                        fire cleansed

                   only love

                                                     yes i see it
       love

                                 gone and gone

       love

                              heavens on the make
Mark Wanless Oct 2022
i opened my mind to the cosmos
    humanity flooded in

the world revolved once more
    here we are again

what time is it the present
    as has ever been

do not believe these words
    you are creator
Mark Wanless Apr 2023
and the creature came
out of just a thin mirror
the minds fell culprit
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
CUP
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
CUP
"Cup"

I saw a spirit in a cup
       With cracks        encrusted grime
A smear of paint resemblance face
       Vestigial shape in time
to the moon alice
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
dah dah dah dah

see you in the morning sunlight
see you naked by the door
saw you last night in the moonlight
you're the one yes i adore

doesn't matter who calls who babe
even if there's such thing more
dreaming of you in the moonlight
only till i see you more

dah dah dah dah
dah dah dah dah

no place else to go my sweet love
now's enough for me and you
call it freedom of the soul love
sweetest love just me and you

doesn't have to last forever
here and now is us happy
whatever's left of our pleasure
a piece of heaven for us seen

dah dah dah dah
dah dah dah dah
new
Mark Wanless Jul 2023
dark is not faster than light
   it is everywhere always

      yet

the dark is negated by light
   always forever everywhere
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
"Dawn"

Child, child, wake up!
You've been asleep to long.
The night of fear is over
And the darkness almost gone.

See and breathe the daylight
Touch it with your mind.
Then tell the waking others
Of the simple peace you find.
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
Dead people walking
       all over the place
An element of drowning
       riven on their face.
Ears of alabaster
       eyes that ne'er do roam
Starving i devotion
       head to rim with foam
From culture's random habits
       Pavlov busyness
God to limbs and voices
       we servants of duress.
the matrix
Mark Wanless Jun 2019
**, what noise? Ahhh 'tis but the wind disturbing
A precarious balance. Well I know
This barren waste holds naught but air and rock,
For once again has wrath and anger pricked
The mind of Zeus to vengeance, and bans He
Now all visitations. No more shall the
Daughters of Oceanos come to speed
The hours with mild discourse. No longer shall
Their beauty bless my days. The weight of isolation
Does so press upon me that the vain and
Servile babblings of Hermes would be welcome
But His voice forbids it. And these craggy
Towers wrought of Nature cruelly do
Bar the simple pleasures of rambling goat
And song full bird, for no beast may attain
These heights save one, my feathered torment. Half
My time is spent, half is yet to come, and
Darkly do my spirits waver. Is it
Not better to give to Zeus His want and
End this agony, than to grieve the trials
Of stubborn opposition? Would it not
Better serve my purpose to be free these
Fast fettering chains? Oh how dreary do
These weary thoughts color the mind, yet how
Quickly do they fade in the light of immortality.
It is far more wise to own this vile *******
Than bend to a raging will. Well I see
The coming of His pains and my release,
And the certain knowledge of those days steels me
To endure.
oldie but a goodie
Mark Wanless Jun 2016
**, what noise? Ahhh 'tis but the wind disturbing
A precarious balance. Well I know
This barren waste holds naught but air and rock,
For once again has wrath and anger pricked
The mind of Zeus to vengeance, and bans He
Now all visitations. No more shall the
Daughters of Oceanos come to speed
The hours with mild discourse. No longer shall
Their beauty bless my days. The weight of isolation
Does so press upon me that the vain and
Servile babbling of Hermes would be welcome
But His voice forbids it. And these craggy
Towers wrought of Nature cruelly do
Bar the simple pleasures of rambling goat
And song full bird, for no beast may attain
These heights save one, my feathered torment. Half
My time is spent, half is yet to come, and
Darkly do my spirits waver. Is it
Not better to give to Zeus His want and
End this agony, than to grieve the trials
Of stubborn opposition? Would it not
Better serve my purpose to be free these
Fast fettering chains? Oh how dreary do
These weary thoughts color the mind, yet how
Quickly do they fade in the light of immortality.
It is far more wise to own this vile *******
Than bend to a raging will. Well I see
The coming of His pains and my release,
And the certain knowledge of those days steels me
To endure
Mark Wanless Jan 2020
read death raft
for 10 hours straight
slow reader
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
"Deeply Learned"


Deeply learned are 
         laws unspoken
Actions form and feed
         the soul
Conscience stirs the
         inner cauldron
Boiling forth we prance
         and crow
room 222
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
"Delirious"

I took the world so serious
It made me quite delirious
The lack of justice pained me so
I lost the will and means to grow
I hung on to my childhood way
It **** near put me in the grave
WILMA
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
"Delusion"
We live with delusion
To keep us from being
Free
To keep away
Acceptable death
To keep near
Food and ***
We live with delusion
Like we live with bone
star trek enterprise
Mark Wanless Oct 2022
The call of the desert is wild
The sea relentless
Mountains peek unreachable
Wind blows my tears away
Sunset always beautiful
Mark Wanless Oct 2021
the dog keeps barking in the rain
and i am sitting next to him

listening to strong plea for life
and plaintiff yelping to end strife

as thunder rolls along i see
all destiny is death
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
"Dharamsala"

In the middle of the hub
Bub smelling diesel fumes
With both lungs
I press my cheeks
To warm cement and watch
And listen
I see monkeys watching we
Hear little buzzy horns
People doing the thing
Called walking
The tops of airborne eagles
And crows wings outspread
Evaporated snow
Thousands of disturbed flies
From their garbage lunch sorry
Policeman beggarman Indian guru
Thief ? not yet
Except for two cows and a monkey
Smokers hack
Fruits and vegetables
Female sidesaddle motorcycle
Passengers
No sidewalks
Streets shared by people
And machines in traffic patterns
Of foreign cognition
From this side anyway
Welcome warm sunshine
Congested nasal passages
Wearers of blankets robes turbans
Shawls flip flops tennis shoes
Lots of big ****** horns
Politely saying move please
Braided ponytails galore
Four vehicle traffic jam
Goods carrier tourist cab jeep
Rebar Thank God!
Electric wires and water pipes
Functionally scattered
Traffic police large guardrail dents
Guest house hotel tea stalls
Himalayan butterflies
Sleeper sleeping
Broken gurgling fountain
Beards
Malas
Backpacks
Candy
goodbye kalsang
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
"Dibble"
 
 
 
fertile feet dibble
in giant blue current
of mind perceives
burning rubber anger
pink innocent tickle
green lean and mean
copulation various bits
of ticks born of clocks
i geyser control
truth purple *****
law gold ****
wet dog philosophy
gangrene stench war
quandary of yellow
red toreador insanity
love kaleidoscope on high
love eyeless riff coffin
six feet down and breath-in
hey boo  boo
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
Different thoughts are tenuous vapors
Common thoughts are solid ground
A person can die of fear in the clouds
Earth kills in its various ways
Seeing pain and accepting pain
Are two different things
Emotions often override intelligence
yep
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
How difficult it is to quit being
God in this dangerous swirling world
Called life which arises from the ego
State with conscious and preconscious thought
Realms that rapidly flow from moment to brief
Moment presenting a false linear
Image of perception perceiver and
Perceived as three distinct intermingling
Entities where in truth only a oneness
Does exist here and now but quit i must
To loose the hold of bone deep taloned fears
Which are a cause and caused resultant in
This present mind of dreamer and the dream
iss tjiss 2
Mark Wanless Jun 2016
i do not need to be here
my life is not a mandatory
i thought it was a dilatory
but i was such a sorry
example of reason, i merrily
fell into a cistern of imaginary
here i am, a constipated stationary
conglomerate of fear, so vagary,
i am almost not.
written june 13, 2016
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
Satisfaction with self
Can fade
With each mascara stroke
Each new tie
Credit card or
Commercial

Fading fading
With each diminishing
Thought
cloriel
Mark Wanless Jun 2016
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
Tibet

i was present and hearing a phone call between relatives half a world away, literally
Mark Wanless May 2023
i heard a distant thunder
acknolgment of truth
it called me to make a wonder
from memories of youth

sat upon the stairs afraid
heard a painful cry
asking for assistance
i sat upon the stairs afraid
Mark Wanless Mar 2021
gotta do dat
before i die
gotta do dat
before i die
gotta do dat
before i die
don't want to do dat
Mark Wanless Sep 2016
I've been to a place before the time
of now somewhere a here

i loved a maiden who grew old in my arms
lolly do lolly do lolly do day

please believe the knowledge of past
here is a repeat of love and gast

what is a moment of real and now, it all is
a place to see a peace

some see past the pains of now and you
are it but you don't know how

do lolly do lolly do dow do day
oh lolly do lolly do lah do hey

now is hot the past is snow, the future
a time of magnificent woe

where can you be if here's not enough
no place no place no place enough

oh lolly do lolly do dolly do heh
do dolly do dolly do dolly do day
there is a rhythm in my mind anyway
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
The world does not fit our make believe
We curse a broken world
Our teaming tender tended mental constructs
Ribbons of psyche tattering
In cyclonic winds resistance generated
Thrash the i ****** delirious
We grasp the tumorous slimy glob
As god thought heaven sent me self
Earnestly religiously unknowingly
Crying children crave the honeyed razor blade
Voices screeching tears falling heart anguished
Living breathing hells of thought
to see is to conquer
Dog
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 Dec 2019
the pup was mid size
lazy but quick when wanted
played rough but never drew blood
ate her fair share

stayed warm on the rim
protecting her siblings
just the way it was
no problem

grew to love the hunt
the view of the pray
calm powerful quiet
a good meat provider

years of travail thinned
the pack at times
the long summer and
everyone grew fat

fight for food
battles won and lost
rising in order
season is ready

only the strongest allowed
a dame of menace
courage to touch her
her will prevailed
Mark Wanless Jan 2019
the dogs
smell us
and wonder
we
do not
understand
Mark Wanless Apr 2019
if life were easy
everyone would be doing it
humor or homer you choose
Mark Wanless Oct 2023
if life were easy
everyone would be doing
it here we are now
Mark Wanless Nov 2022
you are creator
   of all
you are creator
   of consciousness
you are creator
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
"Do i?"

If i perceive a thought i think i
       had a thought
If i perceive a bird      did i have
       a bird?
Do i have cars      or perceive them
Do i have music from the radio
       color in the sky      hardness of chair
       squeal of brake drum      red
       ***** of thorn      tang of lemon
       drift of myrrh
Do i have sound taste touch smell
       or perceive such
Do i have thoughts
       or perceive such?
walbergers
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 Aug 2016
Starry head room chamber extraordinaire
Holds the cosmos in a cup
Of human origin sputtering karma
Stream of light narrow view so beautiful
We gasp it all in all in love
The fool walks on water and shards delusion
Illusion addictive cravings unseen
Born lived repeatedly the six worlds afire
Obfuscates                   don't move!!!!!
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
"Don't Pollute"

Don't pollute the mind stream
       flowing we are what we think
       ****** ecology helps prevent
       communicable diseases through contact
       through what there is no
       scientific name for        yet
Can't you hear me halfway
       round the world?
Brain ***** of perception touching
       and touched fathomed levels down
       needs no i at all the universe exists
       with or without personality traits
       arisen surface foam dross cream
Your hunger pains my stomach
       no lie about it
       can't ******* a bullshitter    me
       who sees the you
       that's spread on my bones naturally
       as multidimensional space
read toreador scream
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
Going home no more for home there is none
But the cosmos revolving to a chord
Pre-conscious source of all adhering carbon
Based gray folded spheres and toes the same
Naked reality coagulated        ???s
Which are the dreams and logics belched from the ego
Which thinks it is the        ??? of all        ???s
But now we know better don't we?
belch ****
Mark Wanless Sep 2016
hi bibble do bibble do be
a new manifestation hell know
where is the carriage of children
death to those who do not see

he bibble do bibble where do you be
across the empty you roam
a child is is and you believe
death to those who fear

i see nought i swear nought
don't look say i please
this mind is fuzzy
just give me a beer   please

** bibble do bibble doh dibble be
you shred a care  i shred you back
she gone be she gone be she gone again
death or maybe or maybe wont

is there is not beyond the see
i can't be but here again
again i crawl i lift i work
death do death do you do death soom
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
Do we hear      or witness
Sound      see
Or witness      light

Feel a lovers      blush
Caress      or witness
Conjoined hearts
waka waka
Mark Wanless Sep 2017
the violent fight of the dragons
makes aware on this new holy day
a glorious thing that knows
its way to the sun and moon
ocean smells and earth damp
blood
Mark Wanless Sep 2019
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
felt real
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