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CDs Jul 23
Within the stomach of the world
The country stretches its branches, uncurled
Who is the horror of Napoleon Bonaparte?
Who darkens and fools the heart?
Often when man is shaken to the core
Other worlds sneak peeks in his door
And even in the junction of cattle
Metaphysical and mystical truths dazzle
Touched by the sea, a vision came
The pearls of the earth in flames
A jackdaw perches itself on pistons
Radiating heat from all of its mission
His mystic sense stayed tight beneath eyelids
Yet lit the flame in all said and undid
Like a voice in the wilderness
Or even a prophet of old, who might deliver us.
CDs Jul 10
On fickle feet I make my flight
Moons of Neptune o'er head
Bathed by its cold, ardent light
Let no devil's tricks belay me
Nor wrought iron dissuade me
I return to a place of forebears
And tread estatic where other mortals not dare!
neptune mortal moon light flight
CDs Jul 8
I was looking into the city,
that is why it took a long time to see
little peace within this brilliant time.

During those concrete days,
the mouth of magic was alive.
Android said,
"the kingdom of life drizzled over new new Zealand"
That very moment the smallest of fractions
crashed over cinematic barriers
after learning
the beats of the week.

Along the coast of membranes
piled into black circles
the foam came out
hour after hour.
Under that super moon buffet,
the options were cast into iron
melting away at the chips
and smoothing its edges.

The weather seemed too busy,
and the canyons would fall.
Lacerations boiled up over
the cracks in the brimstone
and into the people's websites.

When we checked on the gardeners
the questions couldn't be answered
or understand what was really going on.

Then came time for the sun,
he was wondering what to wear
and I was very impressed
with the latest styles and colors.
He turned my luck on a whim,
And I swiftly measured my way back home.
CDs Jun 15
Hail the green,
It shall cover the earth again.
The time of beast is over,
Now is the time of leaf.
CDs Jan 17
Do you know what there is to know?
You claimed you know what you wish to know.
You cared not to know, so you will not know.
You did not know, so you will not know.
You pretended to know, so you think you know.
But you did not know, so you will not know.
You cannot know
You do not know
I do know
For you I know
For a thousand years
I know, I know
You will not know
But I will so.

I know.
CDs Jul 2018
    ­                                                                 ­       the day ends
                                                            ­             singing to us
                                                              ­         ourselves to
                                                              ­       each-other
                                                      ­             of the hour
                                                            ­     to a minute
                                                          ­    on the clock
                                                           ­we drink roses
                                                        for fading embers
                                                        th­e burning match
                                                           ­ that dying breath
                                                          ­      the familiar pull
                                                            ­      towards dreams
                                                          ­          towards sorrow
                                                          ­                       the pain
                                                            ­                        the joy
                                                             ­                          from
                                                            ­                         dust
                                                         ­                            to
                                                                ­               dust
                                                            ­              emptiness
                                         ­                             orderliness
                        ­                                         indifference
                                                    ­    mounds of gold
                                                    ignorant­ shiny
                                                 pile of ashes
­                                            afterthought
        ­                                 in the morning
                                        in the evening
                                        all the beauty
                                         is all suffering
                                          living forever
                                          dying together
                                                        ­  hands
                                                         ­     over
CDs Dec 2017
two pairs six works
input, beginning
output, ends of things
subject: to the seventh
the beginnings again
concept of the egregores
hundreds of thousands
emerging independently
united but seperately
casting jungian archetypes
the most beautiful pottery
a Hyperborean hero
the Lord of Darkness
immortalizing himself
again but with the face
of absolute Man and Woman
gone away already
Together with Another
who was waiting
at the edge of time
the minds of gestalt
wonders above,

“Truly, how can you, oh thoughtful reader, look at the shadows on the wall and see anything other than the script of a movie unfolding before your eyes?”
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