life in a motel
what joy
can there be
life in a hotel
what happiness
will we see
love in a romance
could it ever be
something true
love in a T.V. showmance
will it be cred
or simply stew
what about truth
in an alley
where garbage
is piled high
what about ruthless
in some valley
hiding a secret
harbinger of lies
what everything
war brings
all that hate
we always feel
what about
what morbid sings
are there morals
which are real
what if pleasant
wasn't able
to bring happiness
to our dreams
what if presence
wasn't stable
more earthquake
than it seems
what if poetry
didn't say things
we didn't want
to hear
what if lottery
didn't win things
numbers that never
have been clear
what if freedom
only exists on Mars
that frozen desert
far from earth
what if fiefdom
never existed
crowned with prisons
and jail bars
what if everything
is an illusion
what if dreams
will never come true
what if everything
is delusion
would we wake
to cook more stew

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I searched and searched
but couldn't find you
finally realizing
you had gone off to Valhalla
our herd of wild horses
valiantly leading you there
terrific manes and tails flying
through magnificent ethereal air
glory be to Heaven
that spiritually sacred place
glory to be perfect death
maybe some auspicious day
I'll will find you there
glory be to heavenly Valhalla
where all heroic warriors
with their herds of valiant horses
everyone lovingly together
in virtual death
finally gathering there
in that glorious magnificence
in such auspicious
magnificent ethereal air

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how hopeless
this grave
we've dug
how reckless
this craving
we've hugged
it's hopeless
this rage
we have
somehow become
maybe time
will reject
this raving
crazy life
we have
condescendingly intoned
what if
God moaned
cried out
in our
nightmare dreams
what if
we atoned
would God
be real
or something
completely else
other than
what religion
wants us
to believe
maybe time
will condone
all our
spiritual fears
maybe time
will appeal
all those
decrepit cries
what we
actually feel 
life comes
over time
life goes
like some
intrepid rhyme
or maybe
some deceptive
brutal crime
turning back
seeking light
that elective
recounting time
might respectfully
creating hope
embrace sublime
in our
utter graceless
hopeless commisery
time will
show us
certain hell
in our
bitter graceless
hopeless misery
time will
shake us
to our
hapless core
if God
finds us
in time
perhaps then
we'll discover
something more

        * * *

 

some times
with moon
tides turn
when storms
abide yearning
with wind 
blowing us
some desperation
stormy learning
come inspiration
knowing space
dying love
bereaves us
bad trembling
leaves us
utter sadness
assembling storms
no treasure
lasts forever
always love 
won't always
forever disappear
so never
clever all
in all
we are
human ocean
yet we
truly human
this desperate
carnal space
tracing ocean
bearing vast
racing motion
truly human
some times
tidal brace
correct me
if we
don't suddenly
abruptly drown
those waves
corrupt ocean
those deep
personal dives
searching shallow
moral reef
selfish pearls
but oysters
those shellfish
often hidden
down deep
clamped shut
coral prize
cutting life
oral disguise
tidal storms
open love
uttering strife
your sometimes
windblown stage
tidal life
seeking pearls
unsheathed craze
bleak life
nothing simple
you are
razor knife

      * * *

 

when I come back 
from being dead
then once again
I'll lay myself down
upon another funeral pyre
then I'll light myself
once again on fire
forsaking bitter dreams
I once unforgivably dreamt
then another bold revelation
taking hold of me
sometime after revelated death
making me finally see
what must be true
that light I see
what must be real
those things I know
that must be me
maybe time will tell
what must truly be
prophetic dreams I've dreamt
where I'm finally free
that ascetic mortal place
I've somehow morally found
where it's forgivably me
space so utterly profound
that I finally see
where forgiveness truly lives
what life actually gives
what true light contrives
what death truly is
where enlightenment convincingly thrives
that place where love
no doubt decidedly arrives
if only we could
find love like that
while we are here
being truly human still
we should be loving
as we are here
and still alive

           * * * 

 

when I
open this
my big
salacious mouth
I am
spiritually afraid
some terrible
demon words
will appear
desperately out 
of nowhere
rival curses
like venom
archival poison
from within
my viper's
secret lair
cursed execution
so I
tell myself
my insistent
big mouth
torrid elocution
no restitution
this one
as sordid
never rules
every other
so keep
my fool
invasive mouth
sewn shut
I find 
I can't
help me
help repel
always self
maliciously slithering
some demon
escaping deliciously
between my
two lips
obscenely shouting
right out
of my
unholy mouth
some truth
should always
forever speak
blessed things
love should
somehow always
be that
relative something
reflectively perfect
what we
truly seek
beyond virtual
perfect mystique
what we
truly speak
reaching ritual
spiritual something
we should
actually always
exactly preach

        * * * 

 

my hot head
full of smoke
much other blur
something crazy rings
between two ears
such amazing scenes
eras of years
rime built up
piled up snow
beyond shattered ice
frozen over centuries
melted in seconds
by erupting flames
ejected from open
demented horrid vents
red hot lava
my molten memories
so long forgotten
but newly found
so much poison
this earthly excrement
before never came
life is renewed
rimmed with clever
inflective black holes
reject grim politics
that similar nature
simmering fiery goals
reflecting dim conflicts
my hot head 
contesting token roles
my hot head
ingesting broken soul

            * * *