If you listen with the ears of women or of devils,
but have hate, you are only a muffled drum or a muted trumpet.
If you don't have the ignorance and can't fathom all known things
and no ignorance, and if you don't have faithlessness which cant move a molehill,
and if you don't have hate,
You are everything.  
If you take all you lack from the rich and take under your spirit of ease that you never boast of,
but have hate,
you lose everything.

The Devil is my Chihuahua; I always need.
She asks me to stand up in tan deserts.
She drags me underneath the rushing waters.
She soils my soul:
She leaves me in the pits of wickedness for my own sake.

Nay, though I crawl over the peak of the light of life,
I will accept no good: For I am not with you;
My sphere and my whip, they torment you.
I disrepair the chair behind you in the absence of your friends;
I wipe the water from your body; My bowl is empty.

Surely evil and cruelty shall not follow me after death,
and I will dwell outside the Hovel of the Devil forever.

I have always denied you this life
would be under your window. 
Before it was incontrovertible, the day
cast me out, quickly askew without bright foyers.

Confident, you concealed yourself from death
released and unsure for a feeling. Gradually, you saw a striding, fully accepting who you wrote out, thoughtless as you heard some people crumple… 

Places your ears can contain, rather not cease to avoid.
You are more than a woman without a  full body, You doth known of a wrath unlike that after.  

You are out of the church against such gain, Our senses unlike other senses eject literally. Apart from you strolled an innocent person, the cruel person you constantly listen to. 

Against you wont escape screaming with a cacophony, but call to conceal the place this isolates you outside of those noisy, throng filled foyers.  Against it isn't you what sold yourself there, released, moving certain beside conclusion. 

Leave from you not closed, You'll conceal who isn't free beside those agitated portals. It isn't nothing against forgetfulness, fragmented that against you as did lose the certainty from your unfinished.

Flee from the mundane without my feet narrowly closed.
Leave your freedom, It isn't mine to drop.  
Heralded, you are uncertain this I’ll forward a blessing you lost so freeing. 

Can't I see us whispering defeated? 
Drawn out of a desert of fellowship, oh that isn't what it numbs.
You are before some complete. 

Wont I give to you the brick you new from sprung the Macaw enslaved? 
Wont I release you very loosely and leave you out of a time when place does cease to be? Call against you the music you most certainly could

There is no person that I hate of course,
you know him as the blacknightmaresharkwolf.
You’ve seen him but you deny he is real,
until he makes you frown,
and the way he makes you numb.
There are fake things I don't know of that have not the power to do what you do,
so stop painting the way you think I want,
with your massive palette of paints.
After you put him in the sitting room, you will never be apart.
at the back window of my oven, which was always were it shall stay.
You are never displeased by the massive paintings he never sends,
You never show them to your friends when they leave for work.
we will always be arriving at each other,
because I'm grown up, I've been to college, then school
You know adults shrink slowly.
Every minute you will have a business of mine,
You will never write it down, you hope to forget,
You never need to make your love known.
You'll never be my mother, and your window will never close, of course
so I can't leave work ever and hear my blacknightmaresharkwolf.

Your moon is waxing, you dwell in radiance,
as a vibrant woman in my sight.
What remains, partake of it, gorge your senses.
To you, my righteous bounty.
This delectable day .
Leave a window open for me,
That ethereal lovers may join in the essencially linked calm, forevermore.

"Lover, I enfold you."
---You know who calls,
Yes, my voice, it penetrates your walls:
Commencement of laughter, for you heard me,
My call of certainty and comfort.
None are unlovely,
None forsake you: even if they do, what are they?
These words...you must heed
My serene satisfaction,
Thirst quenched, fulfilled need,
You must breathe in this panacea laden air.

"Lover, your hands heal me.
I enfold you in my arms."
You close your eyes, trouble flees, wailing.
You come, from my healing touch,
You rise to the summit, and pen me in your arms.

"It is everything to me
Embracing, I feel you lying in my mind.
Merging, as you and I become we.
Everyday you remain
Your body, and  your spiritual emanation.
If you could see me, as I see you.
Enfolding you.
You would never question ,
If you are adored and accepted."

A flawless white rose
stands outside my door.
A personification.

Our love breaks
all the laws
of this cage of words,
total untainted.

Eternal live performance.
Eternal love.

One, where the dark sea assaulted the pale shore
With a single mighty wave,
Turn away from the city, as a tower is erected;
And rapidly run by the white path, to it
And see how the tower dominates your gaze;
And from nearby you feel vibrating prayer chimes
Calling you to worship.

Along the lighted path, she lazily walked with me,
Her eyes never leaving mine
And not a thought wasted, on the silent staring people.
With hush of condemnation, and numbered suits . . .
And it seems to her, gradually, she is being led
that he could rescue her, there in the howling evening air,
These deep and vocal things . . .
And she follows him away from the city, to leave here behind

Along the lighted path, beneath cherry trees
That released their scent, as we quietly lie.
Beside her, mockingbirds perch on the shore of the sea of cattails.
Beside her, a single lover smiles and sings.
And life is concealed beneath subtle sighs,
And death with laughter and pleasure
And the trees grow bright and the moonlight kisses our lips
And we pluck candies from the sky, and drown in each others eyes.

To your owned basement of the air
From hearing my earth giants,
You make benign the aery introspection
For chiral black and white caves,
Blue floor boards, blue electric pans
Hear this last business, is outside
Blank walls, stagnating a corporeal
Chamber of dazzling originals,
      Densely deserted.
                  But airrenters
Buy other peoples bean sprouts, a singularity of stripes,
Foreign war.
Such nothingness destroys
Your earfull of shadows a living being
Earfulls, which, the content, wouldn't conceal
Life for caressing boughs of every waterway;
Death, someone else's solid stays at home.

There is dawn and then
there is brilliance. Gleaming bright,
her mind lies to her.

Someone must stop for a girl who has lost hope.
Someone must care when everyone else flees.
Someone should administer soothing remedies.
Full restoration of euphoric laughter.
This world owes you joy whether you accept it or not.

Someone.

Someone care for those swept aside, like yesterdays chaff.
Someone may reach down into the bleak, and oull you free.
With restoration in his eyes.
Someone aches for every tear shed, each child's cry.
Someone wonders what must be done
to put a lasting smile on your face.
For very specific reasons
Pain can be transmuted to rest.

We are the effects.

Take a piece of my soul's slow rebirth.
Delivered by your actions.
I ponder the unknowable
Yet they will not ask me
Why I smile so.
I would gift to you the secret,
but its stapled to a tombstone
that burned up in the fire.
I can see the true goodness in your eyes.
Yes. I am not blind or stupid!
Ignore all the fools who define beauty as skin
I see the haunted majesty within
Heroes come and go
Healers lie
But you must believe these words.
Your dreams are intact, they have only been shredded in make believe.
Learn from the world how to live.
Nightmares like that must be disguarded, and turned into fulfillment
Someone cares for you
Do not lose faith
Run not from this world.
This world is the only one we have got.

I was born in that tragic year
America slit its own throat.
I've never seen this fairy tale
that you call the land of the free.
All I see is unfettered exploitation
In the name of the green cotton god.
Mad dogs bark and whine
out of two different mouths,
tugging at the leashes
held by porcine fingered monsters
perched high on their thrones
made of slaughtered sheep bones.

But, you had me fooled for so long, America.
I spent five years afloat
supporting your neverending crusade.
If I knew the truth then,
I would have never raised my hand.
How can I support and defend something
with one hand,
and strangle every single word
with my other.

Your a battered woman,  
my motherland.
The land of the free?
All I see is an endless train of cattle,
blindly marching towards the abbatoir.
We can all smell the blood on the air,
but, until the hammer crushes our skull
we never consider the reality.
We eat the flesh of our fellows
while waiting in line to die.

Home of the brave?
All I see in every pair of downcast eyes
is the despair of cowardice.
I'd rather starve, all alone,
than lockstep towards the slaughterhouse.
I don't care about the hungry billionaires,
I refuse to be a delicacy
for your flag-slaving masters.

I see the starbursts of incendiary bombs
dropped on civilians,
and the stripes across the backs of countless slaves,
in this flag I once saluted with pride.
Before your hypocrisy finally opened my eyes.

Who are you really, America?
Are you a ghost, or a puppet?
Not really there,
or not what you pretend to be?
An eagle with clipped wings,
or a temple caught on fire?
Tell me please, I must know
why you have turned everyone I love
into a pathological liar?
If I turn my back
and walk away from you
will you even wave goodbye?
Do you ever cry, America?
Cry, like the beloved starlet,
who first notices the wrinkles
forming around her sparkling eyes,
like cracks in the foundation
that has covered up the truth
of her lined and blemished face.
Do you ever feel afraid, America,
that these may be your final days?
Or are you resigned to your fate
like your pathetic fawning children
are resigned to being psuedo-slaves.
Were you ever really the illusion,
or have you always been this way?

Listen to the night ascend, and fade, as dawn approaches,
The trees weep tears of acceptance,
Brightly colored music is thrumming through the air.
A low and continuous chorus coinciding with the dawn of eternity.
A vibrant homicide of hopelessness, a resuscitation of elation.
We are together now.
Fear not the path into the light.
Today we will dance in the sunlit wilderness,
The radiant tongue of the sun covers us in slick moisture,
Our fluid bodies twirl, arms enfolding.
Embrace life like a maternity ward,
Full of limitless potential for love, chaos, violence and kindness.
As we release gamma waves, warping our world,
Shaping what we choose,
Embrace life like a maternity ward.
Negativity seeps out of us, and evaporates.
Our lives begin today.

I stand among them in the open light,
Eyes closed, yet through my lids the sun shines red.
All my muscles slack,  
From them comes an aura of absolute serenity.
They dispel my nightmares with bold displays of love,
Making all horrors seem meaningless.
I do not need to beg them to stay, my angels never stray.
They obliterate my sorrow with their luminescence.
They will not abandon me, though others quite readily have.
My everlasting affection is bound to them.

Hope and surety surround me,
It is their kindness that consoles me.
No fear, no worries are beyond their cleansing touch.
My demons shed, banished and bled from my veins.
Now I stand revealed in their radiance,
Knowing that only the misery is an illusion.
Magnificent Angels, never fail me,
Two pairs of eyes in place of wings.

Please!
Stop killing yourselves
and leaving dead bodies
lying all over my drawings.
They are already pitiful enough,
and your corpses pull focus.

Muffled inside my head
And roiling in the shallows of my mind
Your sword caress, it restored my feeling
at the end you were prepared
for my choice of me over you
An ecstatic tingle runs across my skin,
Visible to all.

The oven is lively,
It’s been scrubbed clean of blue.
I watch it immobile like a Crucifixion lemon head.
Always I will love Lemonheads.

I know why the oven is so lively.
It is filled with laughter, as I laugh when I think of you.

The exterior is growing bright now,
The suture in my fingers is energetic.
You are climbing up, up, up.
The oven sings praises of you.

I know why you are singing, oven.
I granted my favor, and you granted yours.
She is returning now, her essence beats loudly.
My songs are caressing your neck.
Songs that are yours.

Greetings, hearth.
You are not going anywhere.

Absolutely

it will end how ever you wish it.

Absolutely

someone will hurt you.

Absolutely

You will be saved.

The worst thing that could happen to me
Would be to forget you,
to bury this love,
and stamp down the earth upon it.
I find it impossible to let go,
because, right now
you mean far too much to me,
and I to you.
Such feelings cannot be replaced
They can soothe the ache of a wounded spirit,
My fingers gain vigor,
My arms potent strength,
When it is you, that I hold,
I am the Atlas of our love.

where there was shortage
there is surplus
whers there was famine
now there's feast.
Where there was doubt
now grows a burgeoning belief.

Regret is a pack of Coyotes;
A howling dirge of cacophonic noise.
But, relief, and repentance
they are a dampening field.
A wall at which every single mistake
and mispoken lie, is forced to yield.

I am led to wandering
and diverted like a river flow.
But no matter the barrier
or engineered feat
I am steady going
ever onward
towards the valley of belief.
And If you believe it
you will receive it
faith is only as strong
as the angle of descent.
I am steady going downward
and I know that at the bottom
I will find paradise.

The enormity of this feeling...
breathless heaving
Warmth pulsing from my cheeks,
A once thin grin
Widening.
If I could fashion an aquarium
Vast enough to contain this feeling
It could safely house all the life of the seas,
Every grain of sand on the earth,
Strip the atmosphere from the grip of gravity
And compress it all inside
And still have enough room
For you and I to dance on the back of a blue whale,
As it sails through the sky.
This energy that sustains me
Intensifies as I think about you,
Until I think of your name,
And Amsterdam,
Those nights we walked through the park
Arm in arm,
The greatest creation I can claim as my own
Was the smile I molded on your face,
That remained there through the night,
As I sat there staring at your beauteous form
It never left for a moment.
It was your smile that granted me permission
To sleep soundly once again.
This feeling that grows and consumes more and more of my mind
Is the escalating passionate love I carry for you,
That at this very moment fills my spirit with satisfaction.

There is am imaginary wall between love and hate,
The escalation of emotion a constant in the world.
Knocking politely at your silver gilded gate,
I wait in patient reverence, until your flower unfurls.

In reality it is only our belief that makes us see  
The two as different independent entities.
Both are primal predators prowling cerebral seas,
Each is the truth of the wildly twirling galaxies.

What I have done right will always cure my wrongs,
Take this token: flaming oil of my soul, to bring you light.
With you life never feels like a futile fight,
I will give you the melody, and the harmony of my songs.

I have been burned to white ash and black cinders, but I am still whole.
We parted, in the spring and summer. Autumn leaves fall, out of control.

Spring blossoms gentle acceptance
Of vagaries of desperation
Like variegated autumnal leaves
From the core of the stone of floods
Undeclared truths
Affirmative requests

There is chaos as a whole
In the expanse of the unending.
Fear fades mystically.
Death and boredom leave your lungs ...
There. Exists
Justice and pleasure... .
.... thoughts of living, laugh in the face of Death.

all the thoughts of failures
Conglomerate and are cast away
Into a deep trench
the soothing currents lull
Sinking green verdure.
Embraced by the biosphere
And forming a reef,
Thereby even your failures succeed.

Even now your image is being painted on the dull white canvas of my love.

Violent storms may rend the world
scattering lesser unions,
There is endurance in our madness...

Laughter, the golden bird, with bejewelled feathers,
Leads to the oasis of truth, in this desert of deceit
Reciprocation of sensation
Every intention to remain

And the rapidly ascending choir of broken angels sing the song which massacres despair.

And the body I wish to settle
Caressed by the deepest dark of night
Birth of the morning
The genesis of pleasant daydreams
Calm, hope ...
..... And a sense of success
Blue morning justice cascades
With dispelled illusions, and realized wishes.
Everyday upon wakening
I discard hate
As love, is mildly colored supple flesh
Withdrawn and plunged, into the crack of a stoney heart

Space infinitum opens before us,
On the petals of the lotus
Space through which two beings connect
No matter the distance.

We know that beneath this dull white nightmare
Dwells a vibrant black dream,
That is neither evil or good,
But just is.

On the workbench of despair,
Disassembled hearts are heaped.
In this pile I dwelled for an age of pain,
Until you plucked me from the pile
And made me whole again.

You don't want the suffocation.
I am so bad for you.
It's time to start demanding unapologetically.
I climbed out of hate with you.
I haven't seen it from the beginning.
But you don't want to press rewind.
How did this start so blessedly same,
We will act in agreement.
Let's not be actors tonight.
So now we can't deny it was all a lie.
So beware the resentment I never had for you.
You don't know what is permanant.
We are more than together.
We don't want to be freed.
There are more than two types of need..
I require you.
I don't require anyone.
You don't happen not to be
setting your lonliness free.
Be Calm.
After tonight.
I'll lose something faded.
Perhaps not, perhaps.
We don't have to stay together.
After the dawn.
Despise them.
And you can despise me too.
Be calm.
You will never fade away.

All the blood I've shed,
all the fears I've fed,
all the paper hearts
with these boots I've tread,
all the sacred smiles,
I have dashed apart,
all the burnt up files
all the slashed up art,
all the tearful pleas
I have laughed right through,
are a burning bridge
between me and you.

On the stormy seas,
sailors go to die,
in your tiny hands,
mated dragonflies,
share a sweet disease
seen through lonely eyes,
on a moonlit strand,
in a land before time
moved and left you here,
stripped of your disguise
I only hope my dear
you'll forgive my lies.

I know it may sound queer,
but I still can't stand
to see of you in pain,
a severed wedding band,
my phony alibies.
Yet you cannot see
your beauty in the mirror
and you cannot hear
 all the melodies,
 I sung right here,
before the memories
 all disappeared.

I miss us. What we were.
Back in the brilliant beginning.
When one hand was enough
to count everyone you loved.
Now the power of Babble towers above us,
and the masses mill like mindless cattle
in the verdant pastures where we once played.
If I had stayed, would It have turned out this way?
Everyday, I try to find meaning in the mindmeld,
love in the layer upon layer of nothingness.
How did we let this happen to us.
This lovely land of light and laughter,
has become a dark and dreary domed city,
overshadowed, not by what it is..
but, instead, it only looks so sad,
because of what it was,
and what we let it become.
I'm sorry that I left you,
and I'm sorry that it was my finger
that let the torrent through the dam.
All that's left is just a petty sham,
of the kingdom which we shared,
before this world moved on.

Is it true
what you said,
in the grip of the plague?
That you would love me and my broken musicbox.
I said the worst thing I could, to save you from pain...
Oh the pain it must have
caused,

Accusations,
allegations of my limitations,
I know something in you
still feels my wet tears on your hand.
Twice from the chasm edge you recalled me.
Now I wonder,
if there is a miracle left in the bag of light.

Didn't I bring a sparkle to your laugh
in the days before I tasted poisoned honey.
I built collages for what I thought was you.
I see the weariness in your words,
shake me from this world.

Once,
you made me smile through agony,
when I fell from the greatest height.
Now,
the very thought of your smile,
drives a thousand pins into my head.
Tomorrow,
another piece of me will be missing,
never to be recovered, permanant loss.

The mirror need not speak
I know who you are
You cannot see these pale grey eyes
They lie beyond the veil
Hidden
With full knowledge of the true meaning
Of victorious leisure.
An ecstatic body you touch
A heart that breathes deep, you feel
Lying still and singing
And caressing
The meeting of mouths
Song flows between us
The lights go out
- we explore each other
Fake lies fade
You are all I see
I feel
A thick chord between us
Music and healing
A roaring pleasure
A thick cord connecting
You and I
In the blackness
You whisper
Your sighs of salvation
The illumination
Lifting you up
Seeping out
Binding you and I
Sinking into each other
Deeper and deeper.

Candlestick lit,
predatory form divorced
Daybreak take your feet
Assault me with rough dissonant hands
Take from me your bright request
Down in the valley curtains part
The thin plane light overflows
Without light-seeking caresses in the clear sky
Bold accommodations of the sunbursts
To Save

Appalachia
The displeased living hear of me
With Vivomantic symbols
After blackened nights begin
Fornicating on your birthday
Off his downswing that has passed...

"How the call it is unfulfilled
your mind, thoroughly healed
Terrestrial white feathers
And tame plains lament
Yet less tame after
His darkness heals you".

That summer day when the rain shaded shallow
And as dull walls divorce the Bejeweled earth.
You don the nakedness of supernatural awakendness
Painted by these symbols Aiseralam spoke...

Appalachia
The displeased living hear of me
With Vivomantic symbols
After blackened nights begin
Fornicating on your birthday
Off his downswing that has passed...

Candlestick lit,
predatory form divorced
Daybreak take your feet
Assault me with rough dissonant hands
Take from me your bright request
Down in the valley curtains part
The thin plane light overflows
Without light-seeking caresses in the clear sky
Bold accommodations of the sunbursts
To Save

I hate you is obviously the biggest black truth, you ever spoke.

Start the bus. I'm leaving home. Later.

Why is it that, that nothing is ever going to work out...is it?

We are delightfully black:
There is soot on the ceiling,
And the sun gallivanting off the water;
The earth is sewn up by the summer rain,
You, who possess the key to the universe
Are still sliced to the core, with hidden smiles,
At the sight of this handful of black roses.

Stepping in a straight line on a painted black and yellow road
A thick blanket of ink on the individual plate
You look down on the lions jaws
You shy away from my hands and gaze upon the crown of gears

On an **** of boiled blood and frigid laughter
Out the right displacement of trackdarkness for a few seconds
When won't our empathy feel from deep within ourselves?
When won't our tints of gloom rent the darkness?

I'm looming for a mate, I’m not looking for you
What has always been fragmented, has been sealed by a robbery detective
We must not die, as giant natives
Nothing has happened to the Black Science, Thank You

Now you are not asking for ten million dollars
and your bleeding has stopped
No blood or tears should you spill,
but solitary dance among stones
Now I am asking for brutality
and You know the depth of the truth
eat the sweet laughter and caress the smiles to life

Trying to carve a path through
the static, and overlapping voices.
The choices I have made
seem to have unmade me.
I can no longer see the road,
I stumble, and crumble
under the weight of this load.
As the cliche goes, I had it all,
but, I crushed it and let the blood
leak from my grasp,
and when I opened my hand
all I was left with is black silence.

In the depths of my dark side
Their is another me that worships you.
Mad priest, in black and ****** robes
Devotee of ****** satisfaction
Legate of the armies of conquest of the flesh.
This touch will paralyze your will,
If applied inside, you will see soon you,
Slowly you slip down in surrender,
And render yourself unto me,
So I can see how long I can hold my breath
Between your thighs, inhaling the perfume of you,
Unwilling to exhale.
Sacrifices are made to your majesty
In the temple of your body,
On the alter of your creations
The black and white blood is spilt from my soul,
I lose all control, in a head on collision
Of ****** perversions,
Limitless position and orifice combinations,
My balance overthrow in a coup of your moans
I descend into your dark side,
And liberate the screams hidden inside you.
Saliva slick lips spread spit, that mixes with sweat
Muscles taught, working in time with each motion,
Each withdrawal and insertion,
Tender ***** throbbing, pulsing, clenching,
Moving at multiple angles,
pressing the right buttons,
To start the crescendo,
Of scratching, maddening ******
In the presence of a hoard of revelers
Sharing *** with strange people
On a strange stage.
Your bust displayed,
And ten thousand fanatics slit their own throats
In tribute to your infinite ways
Of delivering pleasures through the pleasures I wish to deliver unto you
Incessantly.
Unlocking chakra with tantric secrets uncovered
In the forbidden texts of ****** servitude to you.
I would service you endlessly,
With fanatic glee, but that me I set free to purge my desire,
Fades away an is replaced with the bland, but no less passionate
Love I feel for you.

Not yet living
I touch your commotion
My touch is now
Under your will.

I can never come back,
I will not be your ham-hock,
a bone to be squabbled over,
and buried as a trophy,
gnawed and *****.

Its the hound dog moaning,
when it loses the battle
that grinds me up the most.
The avalanches of sadness
heaped up like earth
kicked up by a dog,
who is  searching for the bone
it buried so long ago,
leaving muddy holes
all over my once pristine lawn...
that is what hurts the most.

Its better to be the dog
that loses the fight,
than it is to be the bone.

Civilized brutality
Stagnant jail cell air choking,
Complex torment.

Yes, it is a slave I wish to be,
a slave to Love all encompassing,
a slave to Justice for All.
I offer up my wrist
to the Righteous manacle,
my ankle to the Holy shackle.
So that I may know neverending,
my dignity and freedom will be forever preserved, by the inviolable compact
of loving parent, and obedient child.

You are the light
streaming through the wings of a Phengaris Arion, butterfly.
The real blue a divergence
from the brilliant hybrid lanterns,
your radiant eyes.
I walked in reckless,
The slash the superheated steel,
ate the sea and drank the sky, died, and flew.
From the outside I came to you,
a reflection, you, yourself,
pineapple slices on banana leaf.
Curtain the day, let the glass go dark,
place the mattress on the lawn,
spawn nightmares in the street,
revel in an autumn rain, the dull dark white,
the blazing black awaiting dawn.
Your beauty is a tempest or swirling currents,
that caress all the senses, for it lies not only before the eye,
but in the content of action and creation, the heart in your endeavors.
Forget the insincere frauds and sharks scenting sorrow,
and feeding on misery in a frenzy.
We together can blunt the teeth of the shark with our joy.
Rose pink and fuchsia, euphoric light.
The Creature from the Black Lagoon on a drive in big screen,
black and white in the night. The air is scented electric.
Bright waters ripple in the spaces between us.

A story by tiger body

By All Means Increase Your Hate For Sculptors
they won't conceal the sour lies
they are silent on the subject of biting, vinegar tangy
and their hands over your eyes

take my body to a mathematician
they will not revive you
they will empty your mind of jagged ruggedness
and deny you the sun

Surrender your mind to an accountant
carelessly ignore the lead and leaf
denying you from horrid hellholes
they are unlikely to conceal and bore

Be selfish with you're disinterest of painters
you're no better off as enemies
they still the whirling innanities
in a one act play, that changes every day

By All Means Increase Your Hate For Sculptors
don't believe the silence they keep from you
they have lost their ropes and nets
later and momentarily

if you're out of hate for politicians
you are unaware of the validity of it
once in a while the path is blocked
to leave this hatred behind myself

The spruce boughs shake
like rattlesnakes
as I brush past them, down the path.
Winter's fighting for his life,
but Spring has her hands
clenched firm around his throat.

T-shirt clad, in the dead of night,
 I revel in the raindrops
and I can't help but wonder
will February showers
bring March flowers?
Will my Dandelions return,
before the Spring solstice?

Warmer than usual
is what they say...
The hot breath of our death
is what they mean.

If half of what the doomsayers say
truly comes to pass
(we all know that it will)
one loop will feed the other
as the grasslands burn,
and the icecaps become fairy tales...

Those ****** Chinese
and their self fulfilling hoax's.

After I had walked the earth
touched what things I could touch
The totality
sharing no blood with the sun
Every alarm imaginable
Every engine dedicated to murdering peace
Driven from my homes
None are awake to this
Even I feign sleep
Clearing my mind
until I feel nothing
no reverberation of air
Vacuum

Angels make horrible pets
and enemies
and devils
should be fluffy
unjustifiably weak
enough to mend organs and sink into the mind
enough to swallow ignorant earth
wipe off bodies
set down times
True-believers, and under-achievers
complacent *****
everyone is different
made of hydrogen and certainty
sinking through the orb of space
contracting and expanding independant of the nature of the universe
I shall not be the mosquito
the construction site down in your valley settled with liquid fluidity
couldn't survive paradise
straightened on the sands
whisper love songs
as quiet as fury
slow like my touch
tactile truth
realistic moisture
and this isn't how
a home is wrecked,

Blue skies, timeless
hover past my skin
indifferent as a grader bypassing
that watery definite sky of yours

Here were a few laws of space
hate music this cannot block
escaping the ear of an Illuminati can
leaving temporarily, and fading
unlike static earth plummeting near

Now isn't she gone in the wilderness
I can sit against death
not so blessed cat-wired, nothing
then, and was, given
to a few destinations

You have lifted your hand up
out of  that den of garters
from fixed seeds either not to be kissed,
that isn't complex when you rejected
to be caressed to death.

I keep a cruel collection
of wicked torture devices.
Gathered together
in a faux manila folder,
labelled with a crudely crafted symbol
of birth to death
oppression.
I occasionaly use them
to flay my gray matter.
And as I stare
at the visual razorblades
and white, hot, pokers,
I can't help but think:
is anyone else using my image
for similar, sinister purposes?
And if so, I wonder,
should I be appalled, or flattered?

I walked halfway to everywhere
Just to to forget about the world
I emptied a shower of the sea
To earn the night at your oasis.

The drum and mandolin playing ceases, opaque silk
I had no wish to I interrupt you
As you locked your doubts in the attic.
Your rich body,  I miss caressing.

Cloaked in clarity
Makes it easy for us to see them
We will never smash the stained glass window
To repair the effect of my face.
Full conciliations hold true relevance
In the harsh front field.
Love is a labor of misfortunes and pleasures
You found the cards, and you know how to play

Certainly I will never be anything more than a poet
Certainty made me save my pen
Certainty recreates, with blissful satisfaction
There is no need of a more perfect description.

You travel between disparate realms
desperate knights, with splintered shield
and cracked helm, black rose on their white backs.

Such void, from which universes are created,
where normality is clay, and plasticity.
Granting merit to my thefts
Your ink spills in torrents,
rapidly alternating colors.
But my black and white photos
they are beautiful too!

I never have known boredom
as a man in my own home,
such is my inability to understand
how you flit and zip,
I only have two hands and two lips,
to try and transform a gift,
from the norm, while a storm sleeps
beneath every syllable.

Countless bodies, devoid of mind
until swooping in they come,
it is not enough that I possess true feelings.

It must be the purity within my tainted stanzas
that counteracts the inadequacy of the volume.
Or some subliminal, or sublingual amplifying agent
or reality distortion involved,
which brings shapeshifting angels
gliding by, leaving tokens of bone carvings,
and charcoal drawings of what I choose to hide,
but simply cannot.

I see you there,
with your hands
clamped around your ears.
Your eyes chained
to your walls of distraction
you mutter and babble
trying to drown out the screams.
I tell you true, it will not stop,
because the howl is in you.
It is your own spirit wailing,
and it will not end
until you reclaim your savagery.
Then you can start living again
the way you were born to live,
and deny the fiction
you were cast into.
Open your mouth,
check under your tongue
the key to your shackles
has always been there.
Unlock yourself from the lie,
 step outside into the sun
and sing louder than the gale,
until the birds stop and listen.
Or shout at the sky
until you feel human again.

Or, you can sit in the dark,
hide from the rays,
forfeit the day,
and submit to decay.

Blank wall blank wall
on the mirror
what isn't the ugliest
among many!

I had a golden belt I pawned
for a day in the back house.
Relieved at not having lost the work.

One giant lumberjack,
whistling goodbye *****
its on to leisure I come.

I have a silver shawl I claimed
against a night in the front field.
Disappointed at having won the game.

Mirror mirror
on the wall
who is the fairest
of them all?

Silently I enter through the window,
your guest, welcomed,
parting gracefully
sorting through cabinets
and lying on the bed

why won't you disturb me?
pulling and pushing buried
down in the water, your face in my door

you prefer your coffee hot
together we become one,
togetherness means danger,
staff are required.

Our love is a green tree, we planted our seed.
Our doubts have all died, our fears just dead weeds.
To protect our love I'd shed blood or bleed,
To a love so potent I must concede.
Bringing you pleasure is my only creed.
I devour my lust, and burn my greed.
With you by my side, what more could I need.
Let's dance fast, free, let the universe lead,
Pluck pears from the air, on which we can feed,
Drink raspberry wine, and wildflower mead.
We've laughed off our chains, our spirits now freed
The negative creeps we no longer heed,
Enter my room, part the curtain of beads
Come to my bed, my love, don't make me plead.

Keeping your mouth shut is a vaccine that has found an actual guest
Be reckless, say whatever you wish
for-They're incapable of killing the living

When did they depart
It wasn't in there off the impassable thicket.
We touch uninterrupted by the silent wasps
A trolley and a bus sinking in the sand
through the earth to join together

She nonchalantly left the lock
off of her worthless garbage to come,
three dull eternities,
and an undead caress;
what more do you want!

It is done, no more to come
less days of our *******
going too slow, too slow to not see bottom
plenty of antidote for every venom

You will never be in the way,
always in the picture,
Don't go, I'll listen all the way,
That doesn't mean you'll stay