It has gone
sense of space
travelling along edge of mind
elegant 8

if I were to say it
there would be no sound
if I were to think it
it would not be defined
if I were to care
it would be quick to remind
it has come
it has gone

sense of space
around the edge
about face
staring at the dream
anxious that
I have already been.

When life has built a massive apparatus, you try to play melodies of comfort, but are often left with flickering images that glow dark; lending more beauty to the light of now.

As set forth
with elongated majesty
every step, every regal byte;
be it monitored,
be it impolite.

Henceforth
with enriched history
every misstep, every evil blight;
it is remembered,
it is contrite.

Ascribed
with fanciful thought
every back peddle, every slight;
it is hands that do the talking,
it is plans to put up a fight!

Life's greatest failures
set to classical music
flares of modern
tears and laughter fluid
within reverb,
called out on an antiquated device
lol not read well
nor did you understand
It remains
background echoes
chase dreams
blue monstrosities
flow from open wounds
invite ingestion
now must, or sweat
terror of reigns
classical rhythm
defaulted
change station
left muted suspicion
right mastered
joint of sorts
wicked blue monstrosities
wherein lies fault.

Recollections of you
rotted flesh flashed
smirked smoke
no mirrors amplify
pyre rise high
a match
ready to strike
trumpets gallantly play
naked through the street
live in guttural
flee the walking man
humbled by
a single flame
ash spread
acrid burn
primed for war paint
blackened walls
waged a slave
plagued inert.

You were the height of existence
more high than view
a poor man's whimsical consolation
I'll give that to you
and you took
you took
thigh then broke through
you were an ***
face askew

You were the master of nothing
lowly looking far from view
heart beat inaudible; polemic attribution
no want of memory
and you smiled
you smiled
pin what you could
held steadfast

I don't know who you were
I don't know that it was you
I don't recall the sound or when it stopped
I only remember when it restarted
absent a shadow
absent from view.

Struggling to resurrect profound limits
muse the vision, knowing time fell
******* shell
fired precision
blasting glow
foundations scattered
never formed, never happened, never sure
no measure, no matter, no philosophy
hyperbolic flattery
to limited function
within crumpled artillery
will never sea,
no import
no importance
no semblance
mutiny!
We throw humanity in
no height
no weight
no fall
no grace!
Question?
Encompass stacked
shifted only slightly
pulled gently apart
shifting smile or a part
oblivion!
we echoed
from the start.

You will not find, but will know
record, not driven
of above, nor down below
faith in numbers, call to arms
revisited body, fragmented words
porous motivation, pious shell
complicit deception, nor hope
could cradle civilization

relapse, awkward position
****** force of introspection
strike balance, no metric
discovery tragic coverup

cite the source, no reason
change scenery, mockery
within confession
proffer sweet, lasting embrace
here and now
unrequited
gutted by action

form a missive, time at issue
ended dismissive
words broker, no heal
could crush plot
dance, within memory
sum of all parts, spire
mastery, where now lay
dormant, a King
in waiting, unable to move
a condition, no form.

I am a visitor in the past
heavy bass and hops
a surgeon, eyes following
leaning on iron
fist pumping ire

I only live in recollection
worry terribly distortion
racking
I wore a tie
I wore leather
I wore a lie
erased you, I did

I can bounce off a memory
wave at the ****** face of hilarity
knowing I can't go back there in reality
smell my hair, comb it with a part
slick it back
I zoom on by
who the **** was that,
never could catch up
the why

Never a master at tickity tick
present never present
I'm so distant, there I go again
waving at the ****** up face of hilarity
I click, I click, I click
flying by wave after wave
no difference between each but so rapidly different
that is reality
just not really
who said so
not me
I did
no really
no reality
that isn't me
just a memory

Change the sound
vibrate charm
no hand
no form
no world
vacuous gas
laughing design
waving at nothing
never existed
no one saw it
but you did
paradox
both, yes, you read it
morphed the reality
just a memory
a picture
Green?
Smell it.

Manufacture
play strings
bounce memories
fly light speed
see the edges
laugh at the image
see all of you
none of you
some of you
the thorn of you
***** pluck plunge
please do
not end

Sat upon throne, my naked body
racked of bone
Tin foil crown
kept within forested womb
dressed with silver chill
as you danced and dangled
ministry, my salvation
my doom

False light, flash
I throw down
you take my form
you take my form
you take my form
YOU TAKE MY FORM
I touch that part
I foam
You strike
AXE, ARROW, SPEAR!

Reborn
You grab again
I give you my youth
You just take
smile as you smoke
blackened you smile
the heckle of that look
reminisce at destruction!

Sit amongst papers
no mind for matters
recalling that glorious crown
hold what little
of that time I can
submerged
a tin foil womb
baking that ******* within
I TAKE YOUR FORM
and dance and dangle your salvation
we dance to destruction

We strike the core
I dance like a drunkard
mocking
MOCKING
mocking
I touch that part
mocking
You see that ***?
You strike, I strike
You shoot, I shoot
we know the plot.


Our form, assumed
The dance of being alone
in that form
Only we know the tune
allowed for the beauty
of reality so dark
now a vacuum
the soot travels
whirls within tinged light
history's ghostly whim
******
I sit back down
I touch that spot
MOCKING
MOCKING
I breath, you breath
WE STRIKE

That feeling never far apart.

Could it be written, thoughts...
for silence cut in the shape of wings?
That fluttered, stuttered;
*****/flops
muttered.

There was always an air of calm
within jets,
a gentle violence, general states
no lines, no connections;
dictation, broken breast,
affliction.

Each day a trial;
The Great Tribulation!
wings cut through silence...
shape remains;
earned defiance!

To battle, fly.

I was wrong

The instrument I was playing
it wasn't out of tune

I thought it was something else

as I played offbeat notes
it revealed a beautiful monster

I was wrong

I thought it was something else

It glowed with spectral feelings
opening valves that should have been closed
so many facets to this being
I'm enhanced

I was wrong

I thought it was something else

I gave it air, I gave it my hands, I gave it my face...
I thought you were someone else
Who was I to be wrong?
Haven't I been playing you all along?

I was glad to meet you
I was sure you were someone else

Together, my beautiful monster,
I'll make you real,
glad you're here,
this was a perfect tune for us...
somber, majestic, synthetic,
microbial, pungent, diabolic,
colossal, all very near...
fixated on an elevated platform
we're lit like an attraction,
we're joined for all to see.

A beautiful monster,
I was wrong,
won't you accept?
Apologies.
I thought you were someone else.

We don't know how to play the song...
bold melancholy flows
tinged with mercy
sedated urgency;
I was wrong
departed we fall silent,
no longer recognize my face,
we both hear a tune lingering
no idea where it came from...

won't you accept?
you're someone else.

Here the body
remains.

Multi-strobe hitting beats
teeth in dark light,
deep bass.

Growing an insurgent
emergent blasting howl
tingling ecstasy.

Where is it from?
Where has it come?
Colour frothing
swirling, hanging bodies,
hand in hand...
bounce and jam.

Here the body remains.
Glued.
Movement,
stretch...
reaching pinnacles...
form and function
yes...
frozen
beasts
alive.

This Valentine could be written
on each day, each hour, each minute
you are by my side...

I bask in your glow
your eyes telling me
I am loved, I am whole,
I am overjoyed.

Your voice velvet
embracing me,
playful taunts,
and unexpected tackles,
and bursts of laughter!

You remind me of who I am,
you are my love, always and
forever,
I extend my hand, my heart,
all that is me,
and say happy Valentine's Day!

So many eyes lay upon cursing skin
crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion
budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled...
suffer, oh suffer, green potato.

Crinkle cut?  Jib of glut!
manipulate form and function
stain of starch satisfaction...
coffer, oh coffer, oh cough, ahem, cough!
It ain't about money.

That's right, mustn't disturb the soil,
So many eyes lay upon cursing skin
crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion
budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled...
suffer, oh suffer, green potato.

A memory, distant, the taste of that green potato
rots in the kitchen... eat it, enjoy the flavour,
dine on discourse...
digest it,
bury it deep inside,
release it,
let it grow again.

If there were, I'd be there
spread amongst bread crumbs...
knifing butter
smearing will,
watching the bag close,
sealed with a date...

If there were, I'd be there
rebuilding faith amongst the masses...
chanting profanity;
a sincere smile,
watching the procession,
opened with a kiss skyward...

If there were, I'd be there
leading with a howl...
eating the body
in fancy fur,
ever lusting.

dead stares
and longing eyes
monotones
and **** lies
virtue swept
beauty poised!
skins bare
body throws...
rapid fashions
repetition
designer popping
ammunition!

smiles for the cameras
an exhibition!

orange vibrant verse
coursing underlying beat
reluctant surface
timid movement,
gaining feet!
voices echoing
a shout!
freedom to box,
carving face
a light within
projecting
wicked
wicked
wick...
spark!
Remember my face?

You consumed me in your embrace
walls white egg shell
named your price
I stagger to the edge
I heard heart beat
calamity, industrial burst!

Acrid juice, your smile
foul beast, shameful lust;
an unjust feast...
you moaned your piece.

Lips bleed lies,
run down broken face...
those god ****** eyes,
black bags blighting the sky.

Thrashing, Slashing
memories...
giddy laughter,
pure evil,
freedom to smile perfectly,
crunchy shells under foot.

Let us cut to the chase
where you drove love erratic
your cut smile
on that day I knew,
I must leave.
It wasn't raining,
weather was beautiful!
Not at all like a movie,
though a grand score must have been playing.

You said your last true words to me,
from behind your insane sneer...
I could not have an ounce, nor inch,
I could not breathe as
you ******
the last of my essence.

I could have smashed every thing we were,
now relegated to nightmares, and how I hold
you to account for them nightly.
You created this, and perhaps one day I will
forgive the torment, but as I relive it,
you will face justice... guaranteed.

Yes Commander,
I relieved you of duty...
I never asked for whip, nor lash of your fork tongue.
No, I asked for love. No, I don't require *******.
You taught me how to say No, and in your case,
**NO MORE!

In short sweet bursts
gentle lines across my hairy arms
you have me believe
your eyes, your heart, your spirit.

You imprint over old pages,
adding boldness, and abstract symbols...
a little mystery
it makes me cheerful,
something new to read and decipher.

I wonder about you,
and I don't know the answers...
I cannot extract myself from the new edition,
some of it may be fiction, or wishes,
truth still paramount, but far from malicious.

You say nice things,
your hugs are delicious...
you speak masterfully,
and scare me beautifully,
it adds to my existence.

What you could not tell me;
as distinct as a infant's cry,
was why?

Had the torture within you
rattled the bars and forced
you to plead sweet ignorance?

Would you have understood
an alibi, had I delivered it
to you in homonyms?

Were we a pair, had we pared?
Or did one of us bite too harshly
on the pear?

Or would you continue with
me, the way you knew how...
artfully coy, and full of deception?

and then, I realized
I knew... had always known
and therein is the rub
that has left me bare, a bear,
a grizzly discovery.

Don't come around
remove all words
and wonder.

Swirling around
vacancy in abstract
and plunder.

Glib.

Why?

Really, what's your motive?

I can't decipher,
there is only one person talking.

I don't know the perfect words
or how to fill you with joy
to make your world light as air;
a breeze that transcends time.

I don't know if I'm the one
you want to share your life
to hold, to cherish, to delight;
a laughter that it is alright.

I don't know where I'm going
but my hopes and dreams
had you with me;
hand in hand, looking back on magic.

Certainty was never free of doubt
until those words
left unspoken;
in all their destructive forces.

Certainty that perhaps this dream,
perhaps this world
is ravenous, callous, and imagined;
a royal guard has assembled.

They cannot force you,
they can only let you in...
I cannot go down a fleeting path;
I do not do transgression.

I can only give what is inside me,
be whatever it may...
it is an outpouring;
be it too much, or not enough,
it is all I have.

I have put it out there.

filed in to order, no smolder
where had it gust,
light shimmered...
pale and naked.

Filed by number, no folder
anguish and despair,
darkness beset...
charred and burned.

Eyes look around, no holder
void of care,
herald dawn...
looking upward.

On the side splattered twitches
a leg, a face, an ***** displaced
pain not factored for impact!
You drive, drive a bargain.

Step ******* the side splattered twitches
a tap, a crush, a left hook
the bends THE BENDS!
You swerve, swerve in X's.

Fall gently on the side splattered twitches
a mixture, a beverage, a brook
swimming swimming!
You dive, dive right in.

Once, as if it were written;
committed to memory.
You knew my touch;
my bitter,  a portrait of agony.

Commonplace, where you loved me...
and thought I would return there;
every time to your harsh tongue.

Twice you knew my joy,
though I don't think you know the meaning.
You plotted, dug a very big hole,
and pushed me in it.

You pleaded, without so much as a request!
Feigning:
No, don't fall in, I shall throw some dirt in,
and you can climb out as it fills!

I wonder where he went?
You knew me,
and even if there is a marker in the ground,
you shall see it written enshrined for all to see...
every deed, every writ, every decree,
I know you...
a villain you shall be.

Standing here with no chair
contemplating the air
I breathe dark hues
I smell burn... I see him back there.

A circus dance,
so many rings and shapes,
I see them there...
quality measured in minutes and dollars.

Never saw the world before...
bleak and full of promise
an elusive ***** on the phone!
Legs are glued to this floor.

The room dark, as I see images pass by
my mind active, I try to ignore...
wealth not clarity,
health a disparity...
an existence started;
invited to beauty.

I don't always have something to say,
learnin' that's okay,
I smile now and think more...
I got so much to adore.

I can be literal,
a fool;
impute magical powers to my being...
and I smile,
and it cracks smooth lines...
a delightful guffaw.

An introduction to me!
Run Run Run,
that little boy...

I am your corrupt concubine
set forth
a calamitous ***** force
swinging from a hook,
pitched feverish;
a dervish
loathing...
I see what you did!
oh yes, I see what
you did.

My satin is stained with years
of vile semantics,
I see that crooked *** smile...
I cannot translate,
each character, each chastisement,
each year a bitter palate of
'the finest.'

You have distance,
your mounds, and wads...
wallow in them,
a true master of the plan.

The light
sound
pop


the light
sound
felt

pop


felt


pop


blanketed by pop

sound

stew


swagger

laughter

heavy beat

pop
felt

the light
the sound

pop

felt

pop

Set upon a mornin' rush
my fingers tired
eyebrows crushed

burrowed, borrowed
time to dash
time to crash,
to hell with cash...

I run. I run.
everlasting,
my copper top
a blast.

It's cold! You rapscallion!
artificial heat
beats my feet,
I slow, Yes, I slow...

my fingers tire
my eyes in tow...

Should the world implode, I will have known love...
from steeped leafs at Starbucks and chocolate,
to *** delivered in an alley,
a seductive dance of connectivity...
all unlikely.

Should the world explode, my love will cover the one I love.
Had I heard the beckoning call of wild,
I surely would not have followed;
my claws extract in special circumstances,
a probability.

Had paths not crossed,
had hell not transpired...
had the earth itself not balanced
on the head of a tack,
I may have missed the best
that life could offer...

so why don't we?
In honour of love...
give in to captivation,
our artistic inclination,
our fascination...

It is the point
you have sharpened...
we stand on precision....
and I can't stop smiling about it...
when whiskers scratch
your beautiful surface.

In honour of you, I bow...
my one, my sheer exceptional.

May the earth wind upon my entrails
envelope soul dashing
rattle ground
fleeting steps
a memory; a lullaby
weeds form a smile
picked heads rub yellow
sneeze white parachutes
galloping freedom
skip ropes!

Skies of popcorn
hail upon back
painful laughter
Zeus cracks cupule
an acorn alone falls
simmering,
stones of ice
shimmer around
naked thought...
those nearest
reflect toll,
a mid summer day
could lay here...
here could stay
a monument
a child.

I can smell blue
when I walk with you
hand-in-hand...
man-to-man.

I can taste blue
of typhoon; drink it down,
double fist'ed...
arms dance euphoric.

I wear mixed blue
shining through window,
burlap and canvas...
mountains, lines, and curves.

I can see blue
perfected by nature
an emotional liquid
splash splash pow.

Doused in blue
Confronting the landscape.

Burst t t t t
Intensity y y y y
taste
t t t t Burst
y y y y Intensity
taste
eyes lust t t t t
finger pulses s s s s
ingest
t t t t lust eyes
s s s s pulses finger
ingest

breathing
yes
breathing
alive

intense
hold me,
I shiver,
pinch!
harder!

yes
alive
breathing
intense.

never felt love until that touch
transcending place and time
had it been known
for familiar face
an intensity free from words
no pretense, no hesitation,
nothing of force...
no explanation,
no expectation,
just right;
eyes soft glow
a world brightened,
bask, connection,
trace, learning shape,
humanity, humility,
alive to possibility
love is born,
together see unity
cherishing ignition.

never felt love until that touch
transcending place and time
had it been known
for familiar face
an intensity free from words
no pretense, no hesitation,
nothing of force...
no explanation,
no expectation,
just right;
eyes soft glow
a world brightened,
bask, connection,
trace, learning shape,
humanity, humility,
alive to possibility
love is born,
together see unity
cherishing ignition.

A man sits on a chair, centered to those around,
aware of them, glancing briefly waiting.
He developed a taste, this bag however only teased
his receptors, and gave more burn than ease.
******* is a fine art, to which is paid a king's ransom;
the shaft, though Godly, was not bound for glory...
how he wanted!

There was an exchange of stories, striking similarities;
he had been joined by others, relocated, and told to start over.
Mystics popped the cap, dismissing gender...
how they wanted!

A man sat in a bar;
no knowledge of modern era,
ceiling had tired tiles, a friend sang
to a new lover, and
two in love danced to karaoke,
in sync to their drunken state,
how he loved her!

The party was lavish;
gay youth empowered,
a welcome meat market of pulsing power,
a man sat on the couch...
watching, two ladies necked beside him,
together they danced to sultry tones,
eyes scanning, heads turned, smiles,
how he wanted.

Shall I open volley,
spike with clenched hand?
Acquiesce to athleticism,
or drop return?

Is there a score?
numbers imply a plan,
encumbered; ******* clad...
jockstraps and leather,
tube socks and man.

****** courts,
exotic terminology,
words of reduction,
redacted, redacted, redacted!
under spells of seduction...

What more?

Who the **** cares.

Piles can be chucked,
and strip smiles, 1 grain at a time,
throw a bone, throw another,
you'll build your own monster.

What more?

redacted, redacted, redacted!
join me down below...
I'll give you history,
it will set everything aglow.

What more?
**** more.

Questions?
redacted; for your own security.

Not Goliath,
not even Iago... wait, that may be whom you cast!
Laughter man, so much laughter,
I grow darker;
a product of your mind; that's just a reminder.

Had I plotted, had I connived,
had I been...
trolling gutters,
sexing the populace,
setting parties to war?
You gave me the part,
and the act was in pantomime...
improbable for paralysis
severed spine,
redacted, redacted, redacted.

You set loose scenarios,
and now I willingly oblige...
I'll take my bow,
and cunning smile.

Light upon the statue of
retreat,
"Get away from me!"
stupid mother,
for I, myself, lie
within a lie
and cards dealt do
fly, I
hesitate to say I wish I could
cry, but
the disgrace would
hit me in the face

Crush the ****** ants
crush them all
roll them over
call it up
ring it back
**** it in
blow it out,
left dead
no longer wandering
about

Leave me this way
with my false laughter,
stagnating mind,
it is true, I try to be kind,
But all for not
I cannot blot,
Make me blind
hurt me
justify my doubled
contempt,
it makes no sense
that at one time
I rhymed
and dreamed





A destructive force
is strong,
A reconstructive force
is too late,
a world of isolation
wouldn't that be great!?

Unable to retreat
for only fools avoid thought
and the universal mind,
without a translator,
is a love me not

In what I say none shall see,
I sting,
I stung,
just like an assimilated ant-bee.

Listen! What do you
see?
See! What do you
hear?
Uncensored, What do you
feel?
Tasteless human hell
Heavenly human smell,
oh...
do tell.

All combined by the link
brake the ****** chain,
disconnect
local bus,
electrical circuit drain:
If a tree falls in the forest... cliche.
If information is lost on the super-highway... cliche.

I refuse
to lose,
now amused,
at the fun-filled mind
so depressed, lifting up all but itself,
just put them on the shelf
free time for yourself

Lyrics to rise:
Curs' ed female
emotional warfare
****' ed males
physical,
unemotional warfare
The battle of a single mind
Destroying the thing we wind
Will we fall behind?
Look backwards,
at the passing of time,
LOOK! AHEAD!
Fix what was wrong...
and live really long

Lyrics to sing to a
retreating statue:
"Come here I care!"
loving mom
For a lie is just a
defense against
closeness,
a decent hand to
hold on to
I wish I could lie
and deny,
but truth always unfolds
don't die

Long live the ants
live long to them all
blow the hate out,
is that what I was
wondering about?

Be By Me
Not Too Close,
Stagnate Laughter
is soon repulsed,
I care, perhaps too much,
for ones unknown and known
my only request:
return the zest,
Return my dreams
or the balance of force

I have retreated in the
solace of universally translated hope;
I solidify and take shape,
running in many directions.

Bloated; by the sound of plummet.
Staggering to the summit,
confused by the crossed wires
and wooden stakes that have conjured
REVOLUTION!

Released; pressured by the guards.
A rat fleeing rising water, feasting upon shards,
acutely aware of the maze
and artificial structures that have comforted
REVULSION!

Toiled; to regain cognition.
Pelting the bowl with ammunition,
body quivers with dew
for this reality is inherited (apparently)
EXPLOSION!

Stroking each fine strand
additional touch to lobe
despite my sneezing
you continue slumber
comforted by my free hand,
I make no demands
tracing your lines;
we have been drawing together so long,
you are my beautiful picture
at 5 AM in the morning.

My hand aged, but steady
with pure joy,
you were awake moments ago
making me laugh though tired.

I continue to draw you,
while you sleep...
and smiling while I'm writing...
you are my one
my Marky,
your breath tickles my pores.

The beating heart;
red with confusion.

The computing brain;
fighting an insurrection.

The stomach a saboteur;
setting all parties to war.

Awake, asleep? Stuck in between.

Flight taken on shaky wings,
the coldness rips at flesh;
dripping an abundance of mixed images,
body a shattered mess.

A chair; an exotic destination.
A bottle; a nuclear pill at the ready.
A hand; wishes not to take it.

Wired awake, bring it on you *******!
Quake at the waves of violence.

Shrill, elegant scales,
swirl to form the mighty beast.
Fire spectacular, crimson sheen
splayed; a dire circumstance,
flowing around the base.

Attempt to merge within the vision,
the whole shape recoils;
not in fear, but in haste,
for the contents under pressure
would destroy,
a perfunctory account,
of the grandeur that must lay beneath.

Away with form to a single point,
free to contemplate the burden...
reduced to the atom, where I split
and split and split,
and swirl in to the mighty beast.

From the vantage, I show my crest,
my tongue a serpent's, my eyes glow
and cut across time, my wings an ornate fusion;
in this context simply ornamentation,
but none have gotten so close as to reduce to
an atom, and follow to a single point...
so I let out a mighty shrill sound and burn my surroundings...
spent and swirled,
a reduction comes after a sword strike,
a critical blow...
pierced heart.

No Matter, I swirl to a single point.
Lay eyes upon me again,
my metamorphosis shall rise,
and for that blow, I shall unleash new form,
and let forth a deafening call
to my ancestors, for the strength to endure.

I swirl,
and swirl,
and swirl.


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There is an originating plum
with tasty flesh, that teeth can't bare to hide,
all are cut in sections,
neatly assembled
ready for the scrum.

Set out on ingestion,
each thought kicked around,
they go in formation,
massive bodies closely bound.

There will be no agreement,
on bitter sweet,
there will only be the score,
we lost, we won,
we loved
the fight!

Tasty is the plum,
as it passed around...

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Tickled pink by your suggestion,
the way you speak,
crisply; wires crossing.

Sensations creep from ground,
roots grapple with personality;
always smiling.

I think of you softly,
I think of you hardly,
I think of you smiling,
I think of you crying.

Weeping like a willow,
I'm growing,
I send down the lines of engagement,
you swing from my branches...
hurling to and fro...
both smiling...
both laughing...

let these be the memories,
that seed the future...

let these be the memories,
that allow us to grow.


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The mighty hand of God
pinches the valve in my heart,
blocking blood flow,
causing clots,
His fingers blot out the sun,
and close my mind,
to art and poetry,
His breath and mere mention of his son,
send me in to convulsion,
and I spring forth in revolution!

Garnered force during rest,
attacked at the weakest point of night,
this hand, your hand, coil around like snake,
sheathed in good graces,
appearance transforms to wolf,
dogged teeth reared, mouth foaming,
howling of justice, in a wild froth.
I have no choice but to cast forth the stones,
from bile duct, passed by my good graces.

Now a tired warrior,
I exist as a Devil in disguise,
my war paint faded,
as I'm touched by the longing,
I can understand the plight,
but I can't stand being poked and prodded,
by the Mighty hands that choke,
and they all Know the workings of valve and heart,
as they perpetrate
'His' artful form.


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I'm deceased
my body and sweet decay
the rot setting in,
I still hear the beeping,
a flat line signaling my end.

It was all a poorly sung illusion,
the offbeat melodic rhapsody
a ****** mockery,
a slow sweet tinkering of bells
tolling a harsh lullaby.

The composition meandered for
so long, the songs changed my life,
beautiful textures,
my bones showing,
my love so bountiful, each moment
still-life.

I flicker to passages,
as I'm lowered in to the case,
I see the happy faces,
you see I'm deceased,
I'm not dead...
I'm at peace.

My hair and teeth,
against bleached cartilage,
and that face;
a contemptuous corpse,
fingers pointing inward,
freed heart and soul,
piercing chest,
a cavity...
okay,
he's dead.


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At this late hour
contemplating a deliberate plan
eyes work through fatigue,
as crows feet grow,
legs stationary
mind having left the soul,
resenting the direction
retracing the flow...
quieted along the path,
faulted lines show
a moderate to large scale
fracture,
and underlying swell.

It is a life traveled,
marveled by eagle eyed sight,
no damage to the structure,
shifted to the right.

Collapsing splinters jot new landscapes,
laid to waste, by beauty of worded brush,
yielded as sword, to the ground with ******,
painted collections line broken walls.

Shall the brush be to conquer?
Or a natural force, under command?
Contemplating the deliberate plan,
so divided, alone,
the degrees of force,
unwieldy; wholesale destruction,
too much for one man...
the canvas awaits the final blow.

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