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Dissident Sep 10
Every breath an altar
To what remains unsaid

Each tear
A cathedral
Dissident Sep 9
We are  
stillness  
Before water break
Tenthousand ripples,  
Silent calling
Of midnight crane,  
And light  
Soft
Dancer
on the air
On the surface tension balance of
all things unknown.  

A warm wind  
Carrying the scent  
Of forgotten old summers,  
Cut through me.  

Tears
Here,  
Where the river bends  
And time and your pale thighs surrender,  
We are nothing but  
Two lines  
Crossed in a hidden current,  
Lost somewhere inside
the moon’s  
Secret arc
Dissident Sep 9
I Am That
Silence  
Between your breaths,  
The wide  
Space where name  
Fades to  
Whisper,  
Night flicker  
Fire—glint  
Unseen
We meet  
In the falter,  

Two shadows entangled
Lost and found  
In the Floridian
rivernight
Dissident Sep 4
Life carries me effortlessly
Because I'm ultra light.
I weigh nothing at all
Just a whisper in hard vacuum
An unheard echo under absolute pressure

It is my name alone that the dream devotees babble madly as mantra
"Jivanmukti-Shiva-Buddha
Christ-Mother Kali"
Don't you see yourself
in my gore stained teeth
when i laugh?
When i sing?
When i scream?

As the Impersonal Self,
The Genuine Article
stillborn in vain
I am only what Is
&
Is not

No different than silent forest fog humming
The venerable war songs of Non-Being
Both fang and throat
peace of soil damp black

I am that old bullet hole hermit on the *****
Bearing my burn scar stigmata
No eye has ever seen
As one engulfed in meaning
I am pure virile alive-starving cannibal
proto-man embodied in pure condensed permanent Lust for existence
I gamble ALL for the sake of one heartbeat,
for One gram of scar tissue,
one touch of her eyes,
one crimson foot print,
one strand of hair fallen to the cheek

I lounge and doze here in warm fields of dancing citrus blossoms but
I love dancing too in this our noisy blood soaked chicken house
A raving lunatic ******* pure rot atop azure mountains of crystal attention
I alone am the singer of all love songs that die unresolved in the morning dew
I rejoice in the lack of safe refuge
Bare naked inside the silent hurricane.

As consumer of universes
I invent pain and anguish
Just to rip the desperate moan from the lips of every-man, at last!

'I' alone am the rotting corpse, poorly hidden within each man's beating heart
No-Thing more ever have I been
no-thing less could I ever be
CASE 3. GUTEI'S FINGER
Gutei raised his finger whenever he was asked a question about Zen. A boy attendant began to imitate him in this way. When a visitor asked the boy what his master had preached about, the boy raised his finger.
Gutei heard about the boy's mischief, seized him and cut off his finger with a knife. As the boy screamed and ran out of the room, Gutei called to him. When the boy turned his head to Gutei, Gutei raised up his own finger. In that instant the boy was enlightened.
When Gutei was about to die, he said to the assembled monks,"I received this one-finger Zen from Tenryu. I used it all my life and yet could not exhaust it" and then he passed away.
Dissident Aug 30
In brief: scalpel words so cheap
Misanthropic cold compress
Jaded and hard in denial
Heavely Medicated without
Prescription

Mute Pain
Guilt soaked peace
Once more
At least
On this rock
I’ve built my church
And drunk of this poisoned cup
Enough

Salted sigh the spike
Do not resuscitate
For the bones of it
Are a pistol cool pressed
To a temple
Derelict  

Sleep without rest
Please, one more breath
Vein or scar
Blood loss
And the cost:
Everything
Posted originally Aug 2014
I have been sober as a church mouse now for almost a decade. If I can do it, you sure as hell can
Dissident Aug 30
Blackened pixel
The negative point
Of suicidal fire
Running
blind and barefoot
Each breath revolts
Subtly
entirely

full exchange /
This
reverse transmitter-
moment
Meets mind
with
Annihilating momentum

Every step fires
A catalyst transfer
Charged with absolute precision
Power throttles me

I can never stop
I can never look back
This is what I am now
Now this is what I am
Dissident Aug 29
Quarter moon through pine
branches

whippoorwill

Longing
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