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E.T. had a little Lamb.
It's fleece was red and blue.
Carl Sagan took a look and said
You aren't from Earth, are you?
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
"I'll be right here"
my dear friend said to me
a tap of his finger
set my mangled heart free
He never came back
Because he never left
-The boy in the red sweater
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
Yellow stars, blue stars, brown
Looking through the window
Are you looking up at me
or are you looking down?
Smiling? Or with a frown?
Are you a distant memory?
Or am I new in town?
Many questions from my end
I will wait for the answers
If it means I can be your friend
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 4:36 PM UTC
In my magic library I find old Carl Jung,
read by voice
I may imagine my own,
reading in a polished Oxford accent, with the
or made an uh at every opportunity,
and no e ever unspoken {save after lone stretched vowles stretching}
each word forming as from a bubble of thought, with one
tangentle anchor point,
stretching down from that thought cloud emerging from the bubbles
bubbling
in your magmatic earthly being,
at the heart of you
where your fire
burns
piercing.
I speak, with authority, I hear me say,
I shall know I know
as much or more
of such thoughts
as these
Memories, Dreams, Reflections.
Old man visions loosed into ever, like
the preacher making many books,
vain, but enjoyable,
all the same,
after
mediating between me and the others,
out there, free in the sea
of opinions, bound only by fear of death,
to lives of quiet desparation, to ti esti in
separation from secret knowledge unearnible,
in one mortal life's longest
state of steady
concentration
on the point
of being.
at all
or having any part in this production,
blooming, ******
beat
of my heart, oh, hell no, hello
world...
we come with words formed in defeat,
defeat repeats the message
as follows
d'toes knows ken yond some kinda ying
yang warworths lisp ship cult prize thang.
Shib-o-let slow belly lethargy,
feel it in your big
toe, touch a stone and turn the cool side up
A papal bullishit bell curve
clang, gong.... wrong... good guess, give'er another go
****** right, too right, mate, take th'prize
sur
reality position superimposed over life as imagined
before the internet, but after TV... the inbetween time
seedtime, not harvest. Seed sown, unknown seed sown,
for better living, through science.
Side track: Bayer is famous for...
Xyclon B.
Right. The game of knowing going on as we wander, wondering
waht subtle subtility what keen sence of sharpness,
pointing a way, see... that pixel, upper left quadrant, in the per
ifery
edgy bit out of focus, can you
blink? Give us a clue, are we ludicrous by nature?
Are we only here to play,
to enjoy the grace of knowing God shat on all our filthy rags
and laughed as we danced around the fire,
lost in re
very very ify verity of varieties un en visioned until the release
The Alamogordo bit of my myth with you in it.
Initial response of any heroic application is denial.
No real hero wishes to be a real hero,
the day to day existence in a virtual eden, is fine.
When we get down to where jewels form latices far funner
than the jungle gym
or monkey bars of my youth, a prewar preparation,
proven to myself,
I can do this, grip and swing, and reach and grip and swing,
command the callouses to form, command the cells to signal,
more blood, more O, too. Oh, you,
wisdom coos, in that sweet way she does when we leave
those sure
bonds of earth and take a stake in heaven's will being done
in wisdom's main domain.
---
whole heart or no heart, the hero code,
probabble babble babble on and on an in fun
item left to fuggetchewwitcher doubus ****** haecceity
point.
Score. Thats the point of anything piercing everything.
It looks different from out here.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
the hand that took a hold
on the shape
to stimulate
the other’s growth
is more able to cherish
than the one that
took a hold
on the shape to
keep the fleshly desires in place
realization
like E.T. phone home
thank you woman of God
to **** the alienation within space
and bring us back to sense
you loved best
you allowed me
and us
to grow
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 6:07 AM UTC
i look to the night sky
for answers
i am so far removed
from where i stand
detached from this time and place
i don't belong
i send a thought
a message
to anyone that may be passing by this galaxy
on their way home
take me with you
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Remember the name
they'll be considered the same.
Two centuries apart but
both just as smart
at playing the poetry game
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
I am ANu poet
the poem is me.
I may not be Poe
but I'll be et alli.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
/ picked an iris from the garden / took a hacksaw to the petals / when i could have just picked them apart /
\ which garden? \ only one of its kind \ a blemish in the desert, a stubborn breakout of petulant colour \ under schrodinger's sun \ model's smiles so ugly betwixt the natural verdure \ i tell them this \ to save myself from perceived slights \ and she does, indeed, look slight \
/ the word "help" drawn in the sand / the rusting handle of the shovel burning hands / as i hack at stems swaying nonchalant / in the stinging wind /
\ from left \ to right / then left \ then right / before bleeding out on the flat palm of the tool -
\ a wren \ tar-black \ perches on a nearby tree \ shakes the dust off a wing \ and casts a shadow across our little oasis \ before opening its beak to song \ dragging more people into the dark will not help you find the light switch \ and other assorted platitudes \
/ so the model walks out into the desert / i follow / dragging her garden along / it's wrapped around my ankles / oh the irony in losing blood to the vines tightening / dragging across hot sand / and eventually it's all too heavy / so i collapse / breathing in the arid ground / skin turns as red as a bull's nightmare landscape / yet she continues to walk / as if nothing happened / is it the heat that leaves me melting away? / or the guilt? / in any case / i got caught in the trap i set for her / eyes close / and she is leaving...
leaving...
leaving...
left.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
In the silent cold of the desert night
cacti share a lonely trance
they stretch their stubby, prickly arms
the glow incites this awkward dance
they rest their ship on a vacant dune
shield their eyes from brilliant glare
the light that burns from distant moon
is more than they can bear
they have come to plant their rabid seed
that will race across the desert plane
to hunt the sleepers on which they feed
the seed now sewn, they await the rain
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
I believe that fire was still a mystery
when the hunt was interrupted by the visitors
knowing that the creatures were startled by their presence
these visitors could passively drop the gold dust
into the creek from which they drank
and as expected, the dumbfounded four
with mouths agape
watched in disbelief without twitching a muscle
though it is not ascertained
that disbelief was a function of the thought
process that they were at this time
capable
it was not lost on these creatures
however,
our forefathers
that these odd newcomers were far superior
than the mastodon they were tracking with rocks
the 3 visitors gave a glance to their soon-to-be hybrid offspring
and were off
the ability to convey their experience when they returned to their caves
fell futile
there were as yet no grunts to properly describe what they had witnessed
the DNA structure leading to the ceiling
of the evolutionary scale was no longer a towering, folding beast
but rather a mere stepladder
fire was discovered
tools, arrows, weaponry
and monuments that we have yet to explain how
were constructed
while the last true human
but a young child when the visitors came
who had observed from afar
drank only from a pond that they had not touched
he passed like a story from the ancients
forgotten in time
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
Thirty-six hours passed with no rest
but I am now deep within a dream
of strange substance and color
my emotions strained and stretched
my body turned inside-out by
floating lights
this is the price paid when one denies sleep
I blink from a nightmare of glistening
silver probes
to see in my awakened state
the blank stare of almond sized black eyes
a gray
silhoetted against the vanilla ice cream colored
shades of my living room window
the contrast visible
even in this monicum of light
he leans a bit to my right as I jump into consciousness
and I know he is surprised
before sending me back
When the morning Sun brings me around
my body
head to toe
feels worn
with fever
my daily aches
routine with age
are maximized and accentuated
the gray is fresh in my mind
the first clear thought
the clarity of his presence
undeniable
A quick check
testicles intact
coffee to chase the headache
a shower to
wash away the abuse
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
Oh, my Medusa
That piercing, seductive stare
Gets me so rock hard.
"braullw nevae falls"
That's 'braille never fails',
Spelled by a blind man.
Matsuo Basho
Turns in his grave: first, five times
then seven, then five.
The dankest of ****
Floats slowly into my lungs
Oh wait...Asbestos.
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hehe wyd
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
my excuse is that i was raised by wolves, my dear
and i had my teeth filed into pinpoints
and i had my back hunched over until my spine was a golden arc.
but did you ever run with a pack, my dear?
your food came to you, cooked, prepared, served by a gloved hand.
and everything could be solved with a 'please' and a 'thank you'.
but our differences don't stop there, my dear
there is a distinction between school grounds and hunting grounds
between daisy chains and food chains.
or, if you please, packed lunch and slain lunch
better still: between praying and preying
between what one hears and what one herds.
yet here we are, my deer
and for all notions of civilized behaviour
you are the one baring animal teeth.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
The candle is almost at its end..
A once bouncing flame atop its mountain.
Now sputters for life.
Grasping at anything to just remain.
It seemed the more hands that would come to shield.
The faster the wax walls would cascade down.
Its sad..
To watch something so beautiful.
Turn grotesque.
Monsterous.
Feeding on the life force of anything it came into contact with.
Justifying the actions to build such an elaborate facade.
The creator is held by its deception.
Cultivating flaws as if it needed some appraisal.
But in the end it just lacked approval.
Washing hands in the same water the idea was brought to drown in.
Whispering sweet nothings to sooth a hemoraging mind.
But when it was the same hand that inflicted the wound.
Will this game truly turn rampant.
So long as there is a die to be cast.
The possibility of loaded questions commemorate the stacked odds.
For when the turn comes.
And the die are no longer an option.
Will the board glide away.
game over.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
Surrealistic lover meet me at the danger zone
In space ships where we simulate
As you shape shift, I stay fascinated
A reptilian, an arcturian, pleiadian
The vega, a lyra, light years away
Supersonic lover kiss me at the signal house
In cellular automaton advance my grid of DNA
As we diffuse in megastructures, callibrate my power
A sirian, grays, draconian,anunnaki
The human, indigo, crystal, the rainbow
Take me to the fantasy, at the star line of illusion
Where my body glows and your DNA burrows
Take me and show me the laser in the magic cosmic
Open my heart, inject your poison,kiss my toes as you do
Disconnect my body and spirit to another dimension
Distort the optic nerve so that the reality seems normal
Transverse the solar bodies and celestial systems
Fight the hypotonic regression to recall the delusions
Climb the mountain as the peaceful dwellers wear googles
Awaiting for a UFO float and disappear from the bare land
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
One feverishly feigned embrace
And struck with hand, dagger graced
Though the votive venial
It precipitated the coup de grace
Ignorant stood captivated,
Discourse evaporated
As conspirators followed suit
Silence serenaded the orchestrated,
Symphony of treachery accentuated by sovereignty's strikes, resolute
Although he knew the fate awaited
And pain he could not substitute
The fight he would not forsake, and so suffered mute
Until his soul was devastated by the visage venerated...
The coda extricated,
"Et tu, Brute?"
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
You’ve landed in my mind,
Meteor crashing into plain
Sight without any given
Warning - little did I expect
To find a crater in my heart
And a drive to fill the aching
Void
Your voice soft and dreamy,
Immortalized by memory:
The way words and truths
Roll off your tongue,
Cryptic creature, where
Are you from?
Where is your world,
What’s it like? I
Want to know,
But cannot go -
Why’s it that you
Captivate me so?
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Farewell Sickness
You left me!
Invaluable was the darkness cherished
the beloved heart
body, mind
and half of my age
all of it
devoted to your love only
and secretly
You crowned me to your queen of darkness
I grew up slowly in our palace
where
I could hide
and
Stay
if I wanted to
always with you
Our home
the holy eidolon
…
but a shelter for me
as long as you were there
There
was where
we honored shadows
by becoming shadows
The Black Mountain
of your teaching
was made of the absolute
Color of our eternal love
but Love
You forgot one thing
or didn't you know me well?
Dedicated by desire
I climbed that mountain
Kept my promise
To see the irrefutable
To be the unconditional
No
You weren't there
You haven't made it that far?
or was your share to have me ebb
There was Black
as absolute as you said
Stroke my face apart
and I fell
at once for another
at an opposite end
One I became
with the luminous cilia
of a man
a plain man
made of brightest light
All of a sudden he came
All of a sudden he left
Seeing all of me was possessed
That loss slowly turned me to a sheer pain
covering my home
with an opposite color of white
I got petrified
by an equal fever to your love
and
A battlefield were my heart
lodging the war of the tantamount
of identical charge
repulsion of the supreme
dematerialized matter
cracked the eye
and I died
Colors of all wavelengths
between black and white
fill that deserted heart now
Yet there is a new spirit
sleeping inside
Soon she will wake up
and sing
an ancient lullaby
of life
not remembering
but with a knowing:
*I am of dark and of light
not necessarily of good or of bad
whatever you make me
I will be
which matches to which
by any color of absolute
you’ll be bewitched
but virtuous
make a difference
by your poetry
let me be your
one magic word
until truth is met
in heavens*
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
I Spent an Evening
With a Couple of Friends.
That for a simple night out
Had a passionate End.
He, Lean with a Beard And,
She lithe and Long Haired.
As they Blindfolded me and,
Gently Lay Me on the Bed.
I soon felt two lips to please,
Two tongues to tease.
Four Hands to Caress,
My Fevered Flesh.
Then she moans softly,
To my Tongue's Manipulation.
I feel the heat of
His deep Penetertion
As we seek out the Rythnm
Of our Excitation.
And Explode in a Torrent
Of Sweat and Flesh
from the collection "POETIC STALKINGS'
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC