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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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.

I'm losing my thoughts at the sight of you
if I smile and stare,
these are the things I say to you

Confused and losing track
fantasies find my mind
I'm turning red with embarrassment
these are the things I say to you

feeling close and falling far
thinking about who we are
and as I dream
these are things I say to you

And what I said
for I do dread
my own blood red,
what you know
can be told
but is not what
I truly behold,
these are the things
I say to you
hear me in my different ways
in the things that make you show
and sway
what we both Know isn't the direction that we go
and as we turn our backs to each other
these are the things we say to you.


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Entry to a blasted land
from whence it came
from whence it stands

The windows framed
a landscape bland
a landscape grand

Strewn are the artful plans
blackened blight
blackened light

The windows strange
panes in tact
pained with spite.

Shreds of civility
ghostly mastered
ghastly sight.

The windows
centered in disaster,
presented in gallery,
dusted in delight,
veiled in mystery.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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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Nothing
nothing at all
yet by writing this
I contradict that
and what have I
gained by this
description of
being found?

Nothing
nothing at all
yet because of
perpetual variance
my contradiction
remains the same
I am left with one thought:
"What keeps me here?"
Something in which
I'm truly
Lost and Found.


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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.

To depart on a voyage
to take the wheel
to know how you were crafted
to accept such craftsmanship
to perform your task
to act as you really are
to be able to look at yourself from afar
to be so ******* depressed
so bored out of your ******* aching
body of mind
that you find yourself
screaming out
how can you all be so ******* blind!?
Dead in the water, poor riverboat boy
all this fancy *** equipment
and no one to paddle...
yes a paddle!


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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.

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.

What I see is
nothing

What I want is
hiding

What I know,
I don't.

And nobody recalls
anything...

What I feel
is unfelt

What I want is
heart sent

What I hope is
bent.

How I care is
up for rent.
Cheap
*******
Get out!


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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!

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.

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.

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.

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.