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Zani Jun 2017
Stick my head in kaleidoscope bucket
With zealous glee I lick and **** it
For she employs the morning glory
The grass now wet with dawning glow refracts
To capture that sensory attraction to the floral slit
Wafting in the tree
Why
Else
Would
My
Essence
Bee

Spitting out a sea of porous rosin
Into bough of nature’s pocket
Scurry homeward bound to soar
As Icarus the muppet
Drunk and flapping to the morning hue
A fugue of nectral revenue
Through hexagonal shaped avenue
With that binding grip it has on you and me

It shows if yellow fur is torn and marred
How the honey jar lies
For the fit working parts that make
This mechanical engine for sucrine sake
Externally flakey
At core a jubilant succulent disection
Built for an ursular day-dream
Decadent demise
Floured hands produce
Thy pollinous prize

Whilst Adorning sting  
Hostile pride promoting the imminent explosion
Pulsating preceeding the numbness that rushes
The red twards' hystemic vulcanic duct
Made of flesh
Oozing fresh yellow lava amidst a puddle of sweat
What a temporary pullava it seems

Meanwhile tiny size chackras become warped and starve
As the scent left on dependant wind
Promotes marvelous death to my comrades
Holding post-mortem to determine what underwent
Before abdomen tore in sacrificial repentance
To protect the important through the act of entropy
In the name of she

Regina
My matron
Re-dream her intonation
Has blessed the concept of sky
Through one thousand eyes the stripes I inherit
Manifest miraculous logic
To bring about merit in laborious action
A yellow and black faction
Working for commune to take shape
And bring about wake in our beautiful landscape
Resonant ripe with a balanced instruction
For the sake of achieving the feminine kind
Who gave light to us all

My brothers both lovers and warriors are told
We are a swarm of coerced souls
Devouring pockets of pure potential
Serving our karmic debt
The scene is set for hard work
As it hums with satisfaction
Zani Apr 2017
Thank you for being
For when I am not myself
You are seeing still
Moon is heavy yet
We refuse to make it burden
Let this amplify the mana
For our absurd siblings

How I feel their orbital breath
Channeling through my essence now
Let this trance bless the counsel
Imparted by frequency
Where particles partake
In life’s tickling mystery so fickle
It mimics then trickles its way into
The facets of my heart

Each petal’s flesh-like sinew
Tests metal mandala I see in you
As in me
Starts stretching in life’s furnace
An unfolding silent scarlet mystery
Etches in then lights ablaze
Fetch mine eye from the labyrinth haze
Of what has come before

What has gnawed
Clawed my poor ego torn
As a thorn borne to bleed
So you may see life’s inflictions
That peel my skin bare
And what orange poison lies therein

Then speaking your truth
A leech succulently healing
Cleansing what may have been
Stealing my life energy
Through the fragile synergy of our senses
A tactile tight rope we have taken
To balance the stakes of gender

My beautiful sister
I see the scars
Where that labic contusion reveals
The tapestry of the stars within your soul
Between four corners
I, crowned coroner of what was
Witness what lies beneath

One constellation
I marvel at a time;
A kaleidoscopic offering  
Chiming omniversal mind
With each galactic sermon
Characters carved humbler
As the vesicular rumble
Stirs in chamber
We raise it
To the highest place where
We have become untouchable

Let us stay here a while
Breathing
Zani Feb 2017
There is no reason for this deluge
These droplets of life force in disguise
Doth brim with gratitude
There is no room for darkness here
For time is short

Download from down below
The stars so bright
This chest tight realisation
That we cannot make right
As it is so until our undoing

We tell ourselves these blames and shames
The call of universal mammary centric fame
Attracts what is necessary for the psyche
Orbits around us serving self important senses
Pulling it closer with an aquaponic disclosure
Of what cannot be purified by consciousness
Flowing from the peephole

These tools fool us into first place
Where it is very lonely
We can use them to make golden
Out of the knowledge pool gathered slowly
Between the steps of that lunar dance
That guide us closer to our true selves
Leaving no trace of what is left behind

Nothing but droplets
Freezing memory in time
Lacing the meadow
Feeding those who are hungry for sorrow
But do not wish to eat the rainbow
Absorb it through their stony skin
An emotional induction induced to guide kin
To a softer side of life
With my heart wide open
Zani Feb 2017
Its because I put too much into my mouth
The ridiculous count of silly things
That to think of them all
Would make my head spin

Excuse me as I melt into myself
With a fall to the floor
As the law of gravity
Takes a saw to my legs

The smile that is plastered on my face
Is a mixture of glee and distaste
When I cast my fond presence
To the past
To that place

The cavities echo a dawn chorus of flaws
That bat the sergeant aside
Only to slay the warrior inside myself
In one fell swoop

All the truths feint the army of troops I prepped
Regret begets more fret for most
The petulant effect it has on us both
Is at the cusp of sanity’s pause for a minute

Because that is where the gold is at
The free choice transmutes the fool
Into a bolder man
For the woman knows well where its at

That is why my plate is empty
And my jaw tired from chewing
Perhaps its time we got together
So we can go about cooking
Zani Feb 2017
When I am gone
One will take my place
If I am lucky
With my silent liaison
Between source of all things
Two will

This is my hope
Fickle dopamine drizzle
Upon mon dreary friend
I will squirt that stuff everywhere
Then hope some more
That a mess it wont make
Lest a smile you doth crack
In all of your seriousness

Then my mission
To raise consciousness
Will be complete
A poem written for spoken word street performances. Preferably to be read wearing a top hat and announced very loudly gesturing ridiculously <3

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