Sunday, January 29, 2006

zzzz sss pp r ONE

green is read and red is seen with out the light of nite as fall off the moon too soon burns my eyes in the sky where troopers patrol the scrolls of lifeless embryonic fluids we coercion into voids less filled with drums and base fish evolve into view of nonsensical disgust covered in dusty crusts when nothing is real yet they go on to there empty lives inside there mindless nine thoughts repeated over and over in time to see the next wave where there are days that go by into the ever moving rivers eye like a spoon of sugar in the coffee cup slowly stirred and spilt into your mouth dripping inside of you till the moisture is no more but a ocean of dirt drying still the fish find this amusing our loosing our mind to that tenth thought of drinking a bird baths shallow drift into the edgeless edge of nite's day begins here and there and overhears it again

Sunday, January 15, 2006

the tiger sleeps by the phone

waiting by the phone till over come with sleep

Forcing myself to laugh

It is not funny no matter what way the cookie crumbles the cookie crumbs flake away like ripples away from a stone echoes of thoughts and feeling that seem so unreal like an umbrella the loneliness of blissful not-ness ever alone in a water fall of evening ripping my heart from my chest I frolic like a butterfly in the blizzard of overemphasized nothing no's of snow escaping into the volumes like sitting in a laughing birds pocket where the gold is in the sky as crying makes no senses and feelings of not-ness given up the chances at last there is dreams in my life like evolving diamonds as they exploded into the are on jupiter's beaker where it was made to consume the doom of lives endless tail of sadness and loneliness brisk ware the hair escapes from my head into the chin of my mouths tongue hard to expose the lows hard to feel that moving on feeling of falling into the sordid tales of wu and you you you .... ever real ever right there in my face and my place is not mine but blind into the light of that good night in everywheres we were to see the free that support art as an artist dies and ant can not tell right or left but when the up and down of cycles ride to the end of the night and evening even the night off the right a wolf screams blue and a glass shatters like my heart bent to break again....

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

A package of timing sticks

A package of timing sticks

Speech slowed and held back, recalistrant
They don't allow me what to say what I said
The priests talk around it obliquely
Burn the dog well to eat oh boy

Chip that rock in its hard place and
Put what's left in the glass pipe cake
Pose for the picture and smile on film
Cry for your life and fear the other

Otherwise you know how to die it's the work>
Of a lifetime to judge yourself
You love yourself the least of all
Wrong you know it's not to cool to pay

Exposed to your fall I grew it high
Split by your spitting on me I change
Sounds like you know I know you know
Spill the colour on the puddle to be

Be well and live too long it is song
New realities shapes make thing s real again
Scared of fire and pain that line is finished
Wiser than that to committ a comment

Say it aloud cry for my eyes have seen
Knest thought qool would be clean well
Hate is lost to the conformity in the now
Junkies hate the pain and love the insanity

Tears that say goodbye to another past


Tears that say goodbye to another past
Think of her in a past dream forever
She is gone and yet I remember and go on
It is so hard to say good bye forever

A familiar place ago so small a chill
Just a wish for me to wee you again
Think on a stone from the moon I see you
There it is and I remember it well

Rocks to break again to hard to place
She is in love with him and you know
He loves none but the memories
When it thought of you you knew me

I have ideas that change as fast as
I write what I see on the page two
Can't tell you who is writing now then
She stairs at the spoof of that love scene

He'va round cool pull am I the other one
Too go to many spilt well together
Row to the rail of a real town hee!
The wind blew me free from your whispers

Awhile ago a river ran there now as open
Here it is there it was for go the sunrise
Close you wet eyes for the morning
Comes together in your minds eye

Dreaming of this special cloud colour

2:25 am

Dreaming of this special cloud colour
flying to that space i begin to fall
fighting what i fear and lost again
I cry my self asleep in a dream of fear

when she is there, She is not there but here
The colours flow like a river over my head
White exposure is like the water's fall
don't touch them too closely for they know

Splash that puddle you call your mind
and make me real again to do it all over
Specks of peace fall fast to the ground and die
their texture makes a rainbow look dull

To explain what remains is a trick of riddles
i tell the same story but in different words
Quite souls make their way to and fro
A shadow is neither right or wrong! just gone

Again i make another mistake remembering it
if i could forget, i would, I can't, so i won't
I left this here just to remember i forgot
It is just as easy to love but why so

Dissappointed in that colour you think in
when will you change the smell of time
That preset of emotions remains one
No life ever placed here could know him

poem 1 from hard cover hand writen poems book

6:00 am

As i took my last breath
I thought how greatful i was to breath again
At last i breathed it out and was done
It was all gone and it longed for another

To late to see the other side yet
To soon to come back through
Too much to know i don't want to know another
Too far to be gone alone in space

About the same few words i choose
That dream of emptyness without you
In a moment it all comes back together
you know when it goes beyond your mind

Not mine to loose i let it go too far
Standing, Knowing, Seeing, Being -> Real
Each choice is gone by to either side of Reality
My eye closes to lose the colour blindly

Waiting to make it open again, Time passes
The colours still remain behind, Time passes
Texture, Shape, Style, Size -> Change
It is new again and just more Real

I took my last look at that Ultimate God
my soul exposed to the one out of her
I closed my eye and it was over and done
Never to be again that last look

Monday, January 02, 2006

my blanket with me underneath

there is an empty way left today were we know
calling you frum unda da banket like it or not
wonderen thompin in the waves of realities
we cant effect sybialic associations relates
howeva lives in levels of strife w/o lite
remain insain from pain of the same
the universe expodes a few more
braincells in my hell of night
better put a sweater on
with out the 2 letters
i write my dears
what is clear

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