Once Fool
Once Powerful – a poor Fool thence:
Finality drains, no chance;
Now naked is what so dense
Appeared to hide in a glance

Pretensions of Cover proscribed
By Heights and Authorities dressed:
Hey, Rags! You’ve been pierced by Light,
Exposing what Power messed!..

The Wisdom, by Clevers misused –
A Giant, diminished to Dwarf –
Recyclingly Ego reduced,
Transformingly Alter-absorbed

To then “New Potential” claim
From growing Fears of Fall,
And crowning dawn by Condemn,
It fakes Destination of Goal…

Believers, Fake-makers, adore
To tame what opposes Fame:
Rich Poverty, worshipping *****,
For Foolishness Triumph proclaims.

And once, what’s fulfilled and achieved,
Becomes just a broken Tool:
And here, - look! – is coming Mischief,
To finally prove, who’s a Fool!..

Give Spelled
“Give Birth and go to Slaughter!” –
They teach it and Pride of them grow:
In Blood and Incense mixed Odor,
Have Courage now Sense to withdraw,

And biting in Memory raging,
To realizing collapse –
The War of Ecstasy waging,
In Storm of Partings and Loves!..

Collidingly, Copulation
Cohere to counter-crime:
Emerging of end-emanation,
Eloquently Eros-in-Rhyme

Makes mourning, Maverick meaning,  
Mature mixing in Mud, –
Low-leveled, “lovingly” leaving,
Lids labeling “Lapis” and “Light”!..

“Take Pierce and run now to Living!” –
Use Teachings of Arrogance theirs:
Heart’s Bursts and Consciousness leaping
Possess – for in them only spares

Forgetful Bliss of Inhaling
Those scents of Mixture and Melt:
In peaceful War without Ending –
So praised, and cursed, and then spelled!..

Sacrificing Meal
Sacrificing Mirage,
Pray for Dream to descend:
All Projections will crush,
Hopes “reliable” bent,

And through Guilt of Despair
Fill the Flow of Light,
That to praise and to swear
Will call you, the Knight!..

There by cutting the Bowels
Of Animal – Fear,
You release what on Altar
Successfully bear:

Those Offerings of
Secrets – Enemies dark –
And above let white Dove
Be set free from the Ark!..

Crows meet us on Land,
Ravens look in our Eyes –
Never mind: understand,
They are Priests – their Cries

Follow Prayers, remin-
Ding of Vision in Real –
One that you will call “Mine”,
Sacrificial Meal!..

The Inside’s Lot
The Inside’s high and Outside so deep:
Refrain from Might obscure and rejoice
The Innocence of subtle inner Voice
That works like flaming and inspiring Leap.

Thus is the Potence – grow up, expand
Its Branches down to Earth and Roots upwards:
Their Fruits emerge so that the Blossom rose,
The Past by Future fed – to Silent be demand.

And Core of Cover having found, do not
It implement for any blasting Sound:
For in its Straightness Angles are washed around…
Your Wings are stretched – to you is given Lot…

The Mortal Portal
The mortal Shadows sing
Like Dreamtime’s Didjeridoo
And Picture’s Porcelains Ming
In Sight emerge in situ

To just attract the Eyes –
Two Nerves attached to Lotus:
Look! Ears catch the Cries –
In Aragonese crazy Hota!..

So Threat-like Singing sounds
In Bottom deep Formation,
Where Oceans’ burning Ground
By Scars cut Revelations

To then expose them all
To Ears of Shadows mortal:
Two Nerves attached to Poles,
Now, listen! Catch open Portal!..

The ****** Lost
The ****** of Soul – does it work
Like Nakedness of Flesh in flashing World?
This shameless question worthy is of Talk
For Answers are so ravaging and bold.

Disclose Enclosures, Cloths unwrap,
Partaking Tastes so openly dare:
The ****** of Flesh – a mighty step
To Nakedness of Soul, a potent Pair!..

All Visual is hidden – take a look
And blindness of the sight by Darkness washes:
******* flow running like a brook,
It starts when Star falls down like a brooch.

The covers follow it like Mysteries, –  
Their Names are ridiculed, Oblivion-like:
Be longer, Milky Way of naked Bliss –
Be burst of Lightning, you, releasing Strike!..

In Mirrors Naked ****** reflects,
In Revelations Nakedness get ****,
And let the envy Ignorance neglect,
And let the jealous Ugliness be rude, –

The Flesh of Soul seduces Soul of Flesh
To let them live in Triumph of the Worth:
It gives the World initiating Flash
The shame of which for so long is lost!..

What Beads
What Pleasure abuses
And Genius breeds,
All Mortal accuses
And crushes and lifts

Through Crucibles passing
That Melting awakes:
All Messy is massing –
And taking Remakes!..

Remaking revolving,
Producers of “-Re’s”
In Series joking-
Ly value their Mess,

To make Messy-anic
That takes to reshape
In-forming Pre-panic
Enthroned in Jade...

Forbidden Construction
Of staggering Bans
Mis-usable Junctions
For Junk of all dense

By measure of Final
To that Mortal leads –
Eternal but Minor
Path narrow of Beads!..