I gave away
my car
just gave away
all my money
signed over
my house
to someone else
I quit my job
quit my life
I quit my self
quit my kids
even quit my wife
surrendered beloved
trusting pets
to unholy CPS
so much desperation
just like every nation
stripped naked
wanting to stand out
floundering in that
resoundingly raucous
waiting for rapture
in that romancing
carnival street
demand complete faith
awaiting this final hour's
tempting saviour
some holy relief
temptation coming down
somewhere on high
divinity's temptress
descending between
those scarily parting
impartial clouds
verily such holy 
moly behaviour
saviour brilliance 
mystically favourable
shining light
so rapture me
take me up
captured I shall
enraptured I will
most surely rise
encapsulate me
being exceptional
in glorious heaven
that paradise place
somewhere so curious
God once visited there
meritorious dreams
notoriously far away
somewhere so sensuous
hidden far beyond
deliriously distant
far off galaxies
galactically boundless
mysterious universe
far past all those
glimmering stars
rapture me
right off this
sinfully chaotic street
prophets tell me
not to fear
rest assured
demons can't
capture me
believe in Jesus
whose coming
relief to do
something real
sit down to have 
one last supper
take a stand
once again
I'm not sure
roll away
each cryptic stone
exactly what
make peace
good luck
with that
stop war
raise up
all those
war dead
good luck
my inceptive friend
make things
receptive concepts
in prophetic Christ
somehow better
perhaps conjuring
something elementary
for good behaviour
another socially acceptable
conceptual device
good luck again
accept stoning
expect crucifixion
we're so dead
beyond this
planetary dread
cred mass extinction
things are going
steadily deeper
into planetary memory
some final keepsake
museum pieces
that artless distinction
geologic reformation
creating continental heartache
so rapture me
I want to go
be one in heaven
be one adorned
with that glowing
supernatural aura
wear all that
rapturously supreme
bejeweled heaven
my heavenly crown
such ghostly light
making me think
mostly for my ego
for god's sake
good things
about myself
think about
placing me
as somehow
tastefully perfect
one heavenly recipe
enlightened being
eternally spicy
truly seen
in God's pure 
cinnamon light
remembering  gold
all those spiritual things
frankincense and myrrh
all things are suffering
so why wait
for wiseman gifts
for mystical healing
something magical
medicine from heaven
to wholistically heal
all our running sores
to finally truly mend
our deep and weeping wounds
isn't that what
biblical medicine is for
it's written in 
one smitten bible
heal yourselves
Jesus told us so
so why wait
for something
that may
not come
that fantastic
summer dream
autumn's phantasmic
wish for spring
your holy prayer
hoping all those
desert bound
seers and soothsayers
socially deemed
as truthsayers
tik tok tik tok
truly prophets
so truly not foolish
but truly caring ones
so dream about
rapture this
even imagine
rapture that
shouldn't we 
just daily live
our best attitudes
gratitude for lives
beatitude for living
trusting jive
must be trying
so it seems 
knowing we
might not be
heavenly blessed
trusting those things
that really work
must be so trying
bringing real peace
making being things
peaceably better
ease suffering
share gentle
keep in touch
sentimentally as much
as we
two legged beings
possibly can
woman and man
so much more
than enough
with our own
two talented hands
keep open minds
dealing with everyday
all that work of daily life
all those challenging demands
so keep connected
Eden could have been
our connected clans
our shared and blessed
holy land
we are
messed up now
our present stand
we all wait
some for love
some for peace
some for healing
some for rapture
some for more
important social stature
but mostly wait
yes we will
boast about continuing
enduring constant pain
feeling pain is part
of breathing and moving
yes things shall
will forever suffer
suffering is part
of simply being
someone tough
someone waits
enough trussed up patients
moment to moment
terrible suffering
somehow need
heaven to appease
try to elude
a painful fate
don't foolishly wait
embrace blessed life
heal yourselves
brotherhood and sisterhood
could together plant
seed all that
perfect fruit
mother cultivating sacred
not just that procreating
bleeding part
gather together
all those
healing herbs
activate insurgence
vibrate gently
merge with vibrant Eden
virgin purity
emerging fruit
resurgent orchards
replacing fields of gmo
conversion gardens
replant forests
forest being
that perfectly reflects
God almighty
delight in all that
mother earth glory
give up on poverty
renounce imbalanced hunger
enough pure cool water
quenching every thirst
announce prosperity
create each happy story 
we should each be
happily seeing
fresh springs flowing
oceans full of hopeful life
continents flourishing with sacred trees
tribes nourished by happy
sometimes desert or jungle
wandering lives
female and male
as equals please
loving human beings
give up hate
cultivate rapture
give up war
just don't wait
instigate heavenly joy
what is more
manifest joyous
magnificent creation
mirror transcendent God
ascend with that
garden invitation
rapturous might
reflecting prophetic
enraptured sight

          * * * 

 

I just can't
find that
or any
potent word
I hear some
grumbling profanity
those important
potable words
importing insanity
lord but I can't
describe them
impunity prescribes
pure portability
derivatives of notions
blends of imagination
inventive potions
as I see it
but what
I choose
I just can't 
socially comment 
anything about it
maybe augmented
I'm finally trying
emotionally implementing
diplomatic things
express completion
submit to nothing
embrace beauty
caressed by bliss
maybe mix
some other
physical concretion
strictly maybe
I've been 
instinctively divining
once again
distinctive dreams
reminding me
channeling so many 
spell binding
dumbfounding obstacles
resounding things
profoundly finding me
conjuring distant scenes
mud and deep ruts
rocks and pits even
that somehow eventually
confine me
mindful entanglement
a self-serving kind
sometimes defining me
a compliant arrangement
still I feel
kind of hobbled
I do try
what trying
nobly brings
defiant engagement
if I could
just incite fabulous
invite salubrious
attach salvation
address love
there are
those magical
frivolous words
wholly factual
my devilish own
actuate forging
describing sacred
what I can't
even begin
want to smelt
form maga ingots
out of true
righteous life
melt pop
submit glop
divining spring tonic
into divine autumn gin
what sweet music
I'm genuinely hearing
wearing this guilty grin
admit my endless guilt
bear written words
to even begin
even attempt
so implement divine
incline towards
divine building
such perfection
could it be
a servile crutch
out of control
verve and intention
rounding each
contentious
dangerous curve
pretentious nerve
in that collective
blood letting
such alphabetical din
redemption
that should be
relentlessly sensuous
flush rapid words
trickles into floods
describing fumbling
what would
tumbling feelings
deceptively be
should somehow
conceptually become
indescribable sin
not some
idealogic win
inceptual words
striving for truth
speaking honestly
forming new ideas
mouthing new ideals
worthy words
molten lava flowing
from erupting volcanoes
bold rapturous revival
this transformative
informationally fractured
actual worldly formation 
somehow corrupt
this uncouth world
disinformation
where we still
somehow manage
still we are
here breathing
songline dreaming
still we live
here belonging
to our own
sacred dream place
on our own
sacred ground
graceful longing
where blessed truth
where respectful peace
wavers existentially
speaking love
peaceful dove resistance
through clenched teeth
somewhere tough
maybe outer space
still that
rough judgement
enough elite
bitch favouring
unsavoury lies
rich meaningless
artificial flavoring
grudge driven
unsavoury war
officially unwavering
victory a total loss
of strictly meaningful
complete absence
of gifted words
old oral
political sense
most reflective
entrenched and befitting
made-up
cost effective
syllables collectively
careening towards
immoral floss
inflated evidential
selective token speeches
invoking moral words
waving bloody swords
trying to defy gravity
elitists redefining
their very own
sordid trying depravity
reciting refined poems
more speech crazy
crying insanity
those richly paid
elitist mortals
bathed in staid vanity
telling profitable lies
choosing reckless words
relying on a magic alphabet
mystically divining imaginary
relentless sound
unrealistically
trying hard to sell
their feckless own
trying to blissfully
immeasurably lay claim
to treasured
sacred ground

          * * * 

 

your mountains
those high peaks
your long valleys
such deep canyons
blue glacial ice
so many granite fissures
raging blizzards
blowing snow
water symptoms
trickles into streams
everything about you
even crystal clear
pristine alpine lakes
eventually everything though
rushing towards some 
uncharted ocean
what about sacred springs
do you know
what about
miracle fountains
please tell me now
what about ancient
mature forests
I've tried measuring you
your vast wilderness
no wonder love
your mountain treasure
remains so well hidden
maybe it's your landslides
that crafty forever
whipping wind
severe blowing
drafty seemingly forever
funneled down
from alpine caverns
into your lower
unexplored caves
who ever knew
all those tunnels
would lead up
to moral stories
you could be
so finite yet galactic
could it simply be
your solar system eyes
redemptive glory
wanting to reveal
unimaginable horizons
no matter how
but hard I try
whatever it is
that I do or say
with my troubled sight
I doubtless need
to envision more
seek healing light
it comes down 
to blatant excision
you know
so material revision
you know
so precise incision
but still my love
you make me
curl up and cry
after your precision style
where I almost die
every decisive condition
I know I was enticed
by how much
you entranced me
by just how much
you could bleed me
your personal inquisition
torturing my poet soul
even then you watched me
cut myself cut myself cut myself
macerate all my dreams
cut away cut away cut away
incarcerate my inner vision
I should be unchained
done with derision
try to fully heal
me still trying
to somehow envision
deep incisions 
lasting painful visions
why my eclectic heart
deceives my sympathetic
electric neon eyes
my prospective dreams
remained the same
finding me as always
lost somewhere
floundering in love
me far out at sea
sounding deep oceans
me needing to shit and pee
but I can't find a toilet
anywhere with a door
so more and more
that scenic tour
never a closing door
pleasure that
au revoir
I'm drowning here
and still I can't see
though I try to be
that thing you want
for me to change
being whatever
you think you need
be something other
than some tragic love
which so often bleeds
now I'm unstitched
I've broken my tether
I'm no longer haltered
but no matter
how hard I try
thinking I should
stay bound
to your love
stay tied up
even corralled
but I simply can't
soundly
give up my own
lifelong horse race 
my sacred chant
that spiritual face
so I could
take up some other race
so I would
even begin to embrace
all of yours
but I just can't
only yours
this love affair
no matter how
painful this all feels
I'll always know
just how much
love truly cared
but I dare you
frayed I simply can't
I'm gut wrenched
recalling love's kisses
love's sunshine days
such stormy misses
nightly love
romantic plays
I'm static sorry
I'm lost now
we've admittedly lost
love's magic fairy tale
please don't
berate me
I just can't love
I just can't stay
all those last things
love is too  painful
that past special
delirious morning magic
what we would do
all those loving things
what we would say
all those romantic things
feral currents change
gathering storm clouds
cyclones rearrange everything
turn our already cruel world
from worldly blue
to hurricane gray
all those hurtful things
we did and didn't say
after all those 
many tragic things
we just can't
breathe life
back into love
in any way
expect lost love
forgotten dreams
to somehow stay

           * * * 

 

golden kingdom
this loss
golden freedom
detained and chained
then nailed
reticence and innocence
to one
other cross
for sale
plainly impaled
marked down
tied up
by mighty
military might
sales hailed
autocratic power
scale necessary
what failed
as freedom
lies bleeding
war entails
mortal ego
political creed
as token kingdom
typically betrays
real statistical
spiritual need
hammering things
into some
broken place
channeling things
marching upward
into this downward
embracing global race
demand everything
face it
cook up
another cannibal feast
consume both
broth and meat
assume punitive
ambivalent dessert
flambe of sorts
a fire feast
flaming malevolence
consuming relevance
decency and peace
resuming indecent
glorious war
like war was sweet
like war is just
an after dinner treat

            * * * 

 

I'm tripping man
goo goo ga joo
there are
thick carrots
just wanting
popping out
of sacred ground
orange red yellow
even white ones
wanting to feed me
needing to tell me
true garden stories
about what is
below this
pardonable surface
I'm tripping man
wond'ring what's
it all about
if peas and carrots
would just
stop by
let me
see them
maybe all that
reimagined stuff
would simply turn
to violet and purple
give us all
rainbow dreams
instead of gratis violence
freedom Constance
constantly burning
I'm crying man
this trying world
is so fucked up
all Mother's insects
are suddenly disappearing
moving on
to some other
sucking realm
maybe lightning
will strike us
change our souls
to something else
all those birds
falling from
Mother's sky
all those diamonds
that were once
in her eyes
if I could fly again
to blessed Valhalla
I'd virtually fly
where divested warriors
pray to invested Odin
where they
are curiously tested
coming to rest there
when they die
I'm shouting man
all that horrid shit
being flung all around
every political bit
what a fucking noise
what a fucking sound
I'm falling man
hoping to land
on my fucking feet
after all this war
after fucking all
this worldly dissent
costing fucking lives
costing fucking everything
that once meant
truth and peace
prosperity and love
I'm feeling all
so washed up man
just give me
another toxic shove
maybe I'll just fall
into a shallow grave
or maybe I will
run naked and screaming 
through ev'ry crazy
fucked up street
man this world
is fucking wild
all I want 
is love and peace
all we need
is to be heard
why don't we 
just give up
lay down to die
decide to quit
why can't we see
get things right
I guess
they are
tripping man
taking it all
to such extremes
if assassination
is some answer
we should all
just pulled a trigger
then maybe
we'd trip together
reaching so deep
into everyone's 
bleeding heart
don't think
I'm kidding man
because in reality
I'm tripping man
writing these
acid words
painting velcro
not placid pictures
sticking myself
so I feel like
I'm still alive
what if tricks 
make I and we
all fall down
drop hard upon
mercurial red
burning ground
what if 
that resurging lady 
urgently rises
once again
from that deep lake
handing us
lay us down
for us to keep
swords and spears
let us finally
truly see ourselves
our clear reflections
reflected in
malicious mirrors
why can't
simply delicious
be slathered on
our daily bread
why can't we bother
to find
sweet water
pure springs
let holy erupt
all around us
we'd be sipping
purity and sacred things
as all this tripping
tears everything
to bits and pieces
ripping us all
into jailed squares
instead of all that
which sacred brings

            * * * 

 

if I pull
that forceful trigger
I wonder if
I'll regret it
if I remorsefully
hang myself
will I find myself
coarsely dangling
in some concise
forbidden street
if I tersely
drown myself
would anyone
ever miss me
what good advice
if I light myself
on resentful fire
could there be
an absolute end
absolving spent life
of our obvious
tenuous mistakes
could we
ever bend
resolve this
endless trying
what if God
takes me
right here
right now
would I
sense regret
or would I
feel somehow
respectfully proud
of those
respected things
in my life 
that I once had
that I have left
so far behind
what if all
our brilliant music
forever stopped
what if
it never
rained again
would we
find resilience
ever wish
we had
somehow changed
to save ourselves
to save our souls
what would we do
just carry on
drowning forever
in this
mixed up
bloody flood
of depressed blue
what if love
completely disappeared
what if joy
never could appear
would we live
until another day
or would we
decide to choose
to simply
melt away
shoot and hang
our bitter selves
out in some
littered street
drown ourselves
drink up
all life's poison
in some
faceless ocean
hoping to leave
no lasting trace
of this mindless
bloody disgrace
we call
normal life
or is it always
just suicide
for this
strangely deranged
human race

        * * * 

 

what happens
when we see
some end coming
when our dreams
tell us things
that seem
totally unreal
what happens
when prophetic things
enter into
our mortal world
what credit
should we give
to those 
inventive times
when we
surely know
unseen things
are going to occur
should we
have sympathy
for ourselves
can revelation
lead us home
perhaps if we
study stars
try to read
vie to interpret
far off
constellations
decipher revolving
evolving implementation
what if
we truly knew
how some end
would surely come
what if 
our primal dreams
would tell us
penultimate things
that must seem
so intimidating
so damn unreal
perhaps only
committed time
will tell us 
submit truly
how to be
where to go
how things 
will finally admit
to a very end
on this
planetary show
should we
blow up and trend
offended
or be sorry
that we
can't help
but save
our souls
should we 
try to dream
better days
when all 
we dream
are frittered nights
instilled with prayers
that forever bleed
into our bitter lives
events that we 
always wish
we shouldn't need
so if this is
some conventional end
to all 
our retentive dreams 
and intentional hope
so if this is
coming to
that end
to what
we loved
and what
we hoped
perhaps that
tree of life
will still grow
nurture all of us
teach us all
what we truly
should always know
what if
this is just
another side
of eternity
what if this
so called
trusted modernity
is nothing but
some material dream
making us believe
that what happens
is nothing really
never more
but what it seems 

           * * * 

 

I'm burning now
going up in flames
all this bloody trying
forever yearning
I have to wonder
just what ever
have I truly learned
vying for something
all those life long dreams
never really coming true
crying it seems
doesn't get me anywhere
but all those tears
help me wash away
some of my fear
perhaps shed some light
over all these years
on what should be right
what could have been
but so much
past history
still I find
most of it
all that
tragic mystery
sticks with me
brings me 
to this roadside
I know I can't
ever truly hide
but if you
somehow find me
laying on this 
rocky broken road
bleeding and crying
perhaps you'll find
I still have a pulse
but surely
you will see
my heart is truly broken
not just by
lost spoken love
escaping costume life
shedding that lonely
impersonal masquerade
but by all those
other tragic
token storms
that have swept me
out to stormy sea
maybe some day
I shall truly wake
choke all that
loose dirt and gravel
all that choking
ocean water
out of my
constricted throat
I'll try to choose
unrestricted light
and brilliant life
let my heart
be somehow filled
with love and goodness
choose what is right
things that take me
somehow closer
to some righteous light
perhaps sightless time
will let me see
that we're all the same
us human beings
needing love and care
even going there though 
we might not know
why we're here
instead of being there
where we thought
we should truly be
so I'm still burning
going up in smoke
consumed by flames
self immolation
on this broken road
my funeral pyre
along with all those things
I thought I desired
trying not to feel
lost and so ashamed
my careless incineration
wrapped in futile love's 
pathetic tragic attire

             * * * 

 

this crutch world
such is based 
on butch volume
how much
we can
stitch moves
across oceans
land on
foreign lands
those gluttonous
super markets
barking volume
takes a stand
columns of trinkets
those base
clay targets
so say money
translate wealth
every emperor
each political head
stamped and branded
across this
tattooed planet
no ample matter
what overall health
our world is forever
everything in tatters
there is volume
columns and stacks
such a whack
of needless things
but we humans
love all this
glitz and glamour
hammered and enamoured
by bright blinding lights
we are enraptured
with colourful fables
stables of greedy
enabling seedy industry
making it what
consumers must buy
take those rumours
deporting masses
past history
a class mystery
still want
all that need
those earthy coins
recalling mirthful Jack
in his toll box
buy climbing beans
plant timely fairy tales
encourage bean stalks
trade your sacred cow
for same old
some magical dream
another holy show
wholly recollection
in a mindless land
of bland sour cream
and spoiled honey
a voluminous place
stacks and columns
of esoteric space
racks and volumes
rich playful tracks
of perverse erotic joy 
mirroring that shine
of stolen gold
so this shimmering
unfolding world
what we see
what we think
we truly know
move sinfully
criminally along
measure volume
accumulate encapsulated
capital mass
measure pleasure
counting triads
of billionaire cash
when we all
see bloody red
when we do
think we know 
what someone said
measuring things 
trashing sacred earth
blow and other drugs
all up your nose
fake news stash
count your coins
everything is harsh
recount lost freedom
accountability is nothing
but everything
a fake news rash

          * * * 

 

what happens
when sister moon 
decides not to rise
what happens
when mother sun
never shines again
what happens
when oceans
boil or turn to ice
what happens
to mice and men
turning away from truth
when humankind
accept political lies
our yearning world
our burning planet
always forever littered
with trash advice
will earth still turn
or will humankind
launch more missiles
so our world burns
maybe bitter thought
and futile prayers
would help us
but I have my doubts
allowing truth to still
turn in its shallow grave
what if righteous things
were completely different
what if hallowed bells
would lift truth's coffin
out of that unblessed grave
what would God
want to tell us
if only God
would truly speak
what if all Creation
could ever forgive
all this insistent trash
piled so very high
right on top of us
if we would change
rearrange ourselves
perhaps birds
could continue to sing
perhaps epic mountains
would rise above it all
raise some holy blessed voice
why can't we all
make that perfect choice
decide to live together
in respectful peace
sing with reflective harmony
let bountiful mother earth
ounce for ounce
provide for us
feed us blessed food
grant us peaceful life
wouldn't that be
some better choice
instead of ultimate war
and disrespectful lies
instead of trash and vice
perhaps one day
God will show us
how to exist in bliss
let us surely grow
nurture purity once again
that beautiful garden of Eden
if we would sow
those blessed seeds
if only we could
truly see ourselves
through holy eyes
perhaps war would stop
perhaps a myriad of fish
would once again
swim plentiful in ocean schools
recompense for what we've done
all our needy compensity
spoiling every continent
soiled waste and oil slick reality
destroying everything
what about credibility
firing guns and dropping bombs
what if brother moon
could tell us all
there is a better way
but if sometime soon
we don't change
with our destructive ways
sun will refuse to shine
burn us all up
consume us with its
universal retribution
turn us to cinder and ash
remarkably irreversible
supreme solar fire
what should have been
holy blessed Eden days
what kind of space
have we ultimately devised
this mucked up human race
living devious trumped up war
consuming trumped up garbage lies
tossing truth and goodwill
into that hungry fire
tossing love and life
into some deep pit
but God and earth won't forgive
consequential human greed
and all our bloody human desire

                  * * * 

 This is an old poem. Something I wrote back on July 18th, 2006. At that point everything in my life seemed like it was failing and falling apart. I don't remember but I may have published the following poem on my 'Yahoo 360 Blog'. I posted my 'stuff' (writing, ranting, raving, poems, etc.) on my 'Yahoo 360' Blog for four years, from 2006 until July 2010 when Yahoo shut their entire Yahoo 360 Blog down for good. Rereading the following poem I remind myself that for all these years I've been, sort of, in the same headspace and place in my strange life. Photo with this 'poem' is of my beloved dog Tippy (born December 2000 - died April 26th, 2014). I had Tippy from June 2001 until her death, still missing that dog to this day. 

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 July 18, 2006

Everything 
Around me
Is Broken,
my Hammer
my Axe
my Rake
my Shovel
my Hoe
all my Tools.

Everything 
Around me
Is Broken,
my Truck
my Car
my Bus
my Cabin roof
my Fences
my Community Spirit.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
my Wether Goat Kid's Leg
my Washing Machine
my Fridge
my Freezer
my Computer
my Relationship.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
the Grass
the Plants
the Trees
the Forest 
the Land
my Marriage.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
the River
the Lake
the Mountain
the Atmosphere
the Environment
my confidence.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
the Animals
the Birds
the Amphibians
the Soil
the Ecosystem
my Dreams.


Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
my Family
my Clan
my Tribe
my Nation
my Country
my Hope.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
my Courage
my Faith
my World
my Universe
my Promises

my Heart.

    * * * 

 

good god
give me
life and light
grant me
dried figs
sweet nuts
all things
that are good
everything 
that is perfect
everything
that is right
gift me
pure water
just enough
blessed liquid
to ground me
water enough
to refresh me
good god
let me find
profound poetry
midst variegated leaves
let me
attach to flexible twigs
grow strong roots
set me firmly
midst throngs
of wondrous sound
teach me
boundless
concentric motion
so I will
endlessly
truly understand
discover good sense
uncover eccentric notions
finally recover
get emotional me
bless me
with actual freedom
all those factual
rational overtones
bless me
with passionate space
allow me
feeling deep seas
wash me
with empathetic
blue ocean
something evolutionary
shower me
with revolutionary
primal goodness
grant me
voluntary love
good god
allow me
untold volumes
billowing summer
welcome clouds
reveal transitional towers
grand columns
of clear and clean
magnificent air
let ecstatic magic
mix with rasta purity
follow me
so mystically
crystal clean clarity
clear will follow
good god
let charitable
unfolding blooms
fields of bold
tall sunflowers
growing introspective
prospective power
my dreamland
grant me
my physical garden
scarlet runner beans
twining amongst
winter squash
good god
grow apple trees
bless sweet plums
speaking nourishment
reciting enriching psalms
about calm minds
productive hands
sensible neighbourhood
orchards of juicy pears
let blue berries
ripen and flourish
let resilient canes
produce red raspberries
ripe meeting
my ready
ritual tongue
my puckered lips
blood red
after all
sweet joy to eat
all that perfect 
unblemished
spiritual fruit
majestic goodness
unfinished god
feed us
spiritual chemistry 
dessert for food
heady encouragement 
nourishing bread
mineral rich roots
baked and stewed
what mother earth
reverently boasts
abundantly gives us
all her blessed
milk and meat
cheese and roast
good replenishment
pleasing god
grant priestess mother
good priceless earth
perfection's perfect rain
rich enough to grow
fields of gardens
all her
knowing sunflowers
please don't
be hard on us
raise earth up
sprouting seeds
for all of us
all that blessed
introspective purity
all that respectful
reverential praise
god's best poetry
praising her
let us
pleasing goddess
plainly hear
open our eyes
clearly envision
for we want
to clearly know
truth and all that
spiritual goodness
fruit we need
to live and grow
maternal god
freely give us
material goodness
oceans of sharing
granting charity
giving care
to all of  this
respectful afterglow
universal eternity
cosmologic maternity
reflecting all of this
oh so sacred
blessed show

         * * * 

 

I think
I'm hanging on
too tight
to some
changeless reflection
catching myself
all that wretched
deceptive inception
what if
I'm lingering now
watching myself
through all that
invested sight
all that time
I've spent alone
all those dreams
so sweet and caring
have left me
so it seems
I'm incomplete
completely naked
simply staring
oddly standing
at that ocean edge
even when I try
I'm in motion
to find my
true bearing
I'm so unsure
of how close
I'm standing
to some chosen
prophetic ledge
if I finally wake
take a step back
without falling
perhaps then
my dearest friend
I'll finally see
some pure light
I'll finally find
I already know
that those
distant dreams 
were right
rightly reminiscent
I should
have stayed
but now
I should
let go
of all that 
my uncertain
loveless yearning
if I finally wake
without burning
let my dreams
take me
closer to that
receptive edge
I'll take that step
into that
vast unknown
exceptional space
I'll accept my fall
yet I'll try to fly
if true love
conceptually calls
even if
blue love 
might find me
I somehow
deep down
insightfully know
cruel love
would burn
an infinite hole
right through
my finite mind
sear commitment
a precious hole
into my
admittedly
yearning soul
please love
void of disguise
catch me
let my eyes
be open
as I fall
truly open
this heart
my mind
to true love's
surely unblurred
receptive call
if I had
more time
but time
seems hurried
yet strangely
I keep
hanging on
well mainly
vainly hoping
I'll descend
that danger cliff
I'll look for you
search in both
plainly ascendant
loving heaven
forage assuredly
some perfumed dell
all that way
down into
some precipitous gorge
some marked
unsure dark
infamous well
lift heaven's veil
all that tryptych way
a folding swell
moulding into
remarkably unforgiving
unleavened hell

          * * *

 

one drip
one more
liquid drop
those curious
things leaking
into our lives
filling us up
at times
right to our
very brim
as for my
liquid self
like so many
flowing others
I can be
really strange
from glacial 
to steamy
really depending
on place
and time of day
recent mood swings
from black
to white
to everything
is gray
all those
pure drips
so many
clear drops
optimal surely
mixing together
options exquisitely
in every weather
filling me
with begotten
thrilling poems
and other rhymes
dam me up
when I am
soaked and filled
right to my top
cramped and stopped
distill me please
stop me rotting
instill true love
deep inside
caring village folk
if I have
pillaged or forgotten
gotten out of hand
something bland
too unsightly
far too much
reckless lightning
low pressure
measured on demand
just blow me
far and away
like a flagrant drop
in a raging storm
blow me
sky high
mop me up
just another
sighing drip
splashing outside
your private door
let me
find a way
to my grassy
river's edge
let me leak
all my mass
liquid secrets
speak into some
deep vast ocean
volumes of drips
columns of falling
appalling drops
things in high
societal demand
let me flow
into that
tumbling river
shiver curiously
midst those
watery rambling things
where rain and snow
allow that
precious right
to choose
ice or steam
allow me
delicious days
of yummy
ice cream
grant me
sultry nights
please forgive
all my rain
and driven drops
for giving love's
raindrop sake
dreaming drips
liquid kissing
love drops
iniquity everything
lapping it all up
eating endless cake

         * * * 

 

if I were
just a droplet
of holy water
such purity
I'd want to
splash onto you
if I was
a rivulet or stream
I'd dream
of washing over you
if I was
a rushing river
I'd rapidly try
to swirl around you
if I were
deep blue ocean
fathoms of need
I could truly
submerged with you
would surely fathom
believe in you
if I were
a hurricane
I'd virtually
surround you
our record high
surging tides
all our urgent sighs
finding high ground
emergent with you
I'd fervently rain
so much
liquid love
onto you
you'd wonder
just how blue
wicked love
like deep
sea squid
ever manage
to ponder
midst oceanic
wand'ring itself
deep ocean love
wond'ring itself
if one true
holy droplet
of deep sea love
pure water
could ever
if it were true
refresh you
with all that
liquid love
caressing you
if I were
just dancing
a Venetian fountain
I'd want to
spray love's flow
display romance
shower over you
if I were some
remote glacier
sheets of ice
layers and tiers
of constant motion
cry tears of joy
atop that majestic
holy carnal mountain
I'd melt for you
on top of love
my whole heart
turning to water
each loving droplet
soaring love
downpouring liquid
onto you
making you smile
hour after hour
making you
mile after mile
fly and swoon
each dark
loving night
all our
remarkable mornings
romantic harbingers
rivers and oceans
of shimmering love
streaming into
simmering afternoon
pure holy water
glimmering droplets
surely illuminated
with love's liquid light

             * * * 

 

when I rose
sweet perfume
rose scent
I wondered
august morning
where was I
was I here
or was I there
when I turned
around myself
I still wasn't
here or there
I saw my storied
fringe reflection
spinning like a top
glory beneath 
my understory
moral feet
all that spinning
mounting instigation
I surely
mostly saw
my introspective life
doubtless incomplete
what a challenge
tempting reality
some attempted
even objective
fair play
odd relativity
that blazing sun
scorching day
assortment done
me stepping 
into my
other faze
my porch swing
dream daze
more mystery
more haze
literally reshaping
my already
distorted gaze
all that earnest
or so it seemed
valiant deflection
inflection here
my inventive soul
more inception there
more sweet desire
both right here
as well as
what is left
over there
a redemptive breath
forever managing
changing life
life transpires
as challenging
Brian's ghost
called out to me
from his dark
somewhere
within that
cold stark
molding wall
Brian's ghost
caught in
between
here and there
somewhere
fraught by challenges
Brian's ghost
warning me
voluntary armitage
momentary calling
watch out
crushing commentary
sedentary things
are about to fall
watch out
rapid rushing
river's deep
still you
muster bravely
cross it
giving everything
without ever
dross failing
never falling
crossing over
cleverly delivered
severely reliving
mortal spinning
sensual diversity
mental temper
mustering patience
a blustery portal
Brian's ghost reframing
trust and temperance
sort of lustful
toasting watching
while waiting
once I'm across
a new beginning
expecting transformation
thinking of deliverance
beyond self determination
perhaps finally
eternal immolation
as I spin
like a fiery top
watching
that crazy blaze
beneath my chastened feet
observing
a living furnace
clearly here
there about
resurrection
current reflection
I'm neither 
here nor there
still revelry 
I'm obvious 
still somewhere
with all that
carnal ferocity
furious spinning
I see 
I'm both here
as well as there
Brian's ghost
calling out
from his
chosen wall
I mostly hear 
something else
but I can't tell
if that sound
is introspection
an entrancing vibe
harmony with revelation
revealing something
I'm still here
repealing nothing
spinning there 
feeling nothing
doing nothing
being nothing
completely
as nothing
but still
nothing at all
funny somehow
breathing here
while spinning
right there
catching Brian's ghost
watching all
his nightly introspection
Brian's ghost
sighing revelation
dying to disappear
back into Brian
within that
neverland wall
spectral chat
a forever mummy 
Brian's clever shell
sent me here
Brian's ghost 
something about 
curious introspection
even delirious elevation
something revolutionary
Brian's ghost
still clearly there
spirit reincarnation
Brian's ghostly intention
lingering here
whispering evolution
Brian's revelation
ghostly elevating words
in my revelating ear

             * * * 

 

that magic
passport night
where we
first touched
roundly celebrating
imported light
flaming round halos
across vast ocean
that other
southern sight
sounding gentle
where elemental
tender love
held us both
I couldn't help
but wonder
if I would
suddenly wake
realistically
mistake living
with dreaming
ritualistically
find myself
deliver my heart
instrumental art
love's perfect gift
to that
blissful space
transcontinental
elated state
just for dream's
euphoric sake
or so it seemed
embracing nirvana
all we
ever knew
face to face
love struck
intercontinental drama 
when I first
saw you
romance standing
at your open door
demanding truth
tantric manna
in that commanding
mad moment
adrift with circumstance
I knew
for sure
when I first
finally saw you
when you first
finally kissed me
gently whispered
in my ear
how much
you loved me
while I
held you
clearly whispering 
how much
I love you too
my daring heart
skipped a beat 
discretely darling
in return
I became
transparently clear
suddenly complete
feeling shadowless
exposed in that
transfixed
revealing light
all that
flawless
sudden reeling
flooding
rushing love
instantly
I felt flushed
sharing with you
such gentle
breathless naked
gushing love
nakedly baring
our blushing souls
that cosmic
rushing night
skin touching skin
you peered
deep into
my revealing 
fearless eyes
your sweet
cherry lips
your honey
dreaming
caring eyes
reaching out
engaging mine
that miraculous journey
that yearning night
when you
let me come
into your 
someplace life
let me
somewhere
find refuge
take a piece
of your heart
let me hold
all that sweet
cherished love
completely attached
to your discrete soul
what if
infinite matched
magic love
definitely was right
we had
somehow scratched
that concrete
chat room
nightly fright
cementing
articulating
frenchkiss
as to
argent rogue
an adventurous
chat room
consensual
inventive connection
what if
all those advent
internet kisses
brought us
adoringly to
that very
first night
where we were
all heart and soul
love's true
miraculous reflection
something
mystically whole
when I first
met you
I certainly knew
I needed
all your kisses
I knew
we had waited
it was true
all those
longing months
speaking nightly
over phone lines
sharing overtly
satellite trine
all our
bare naked love
true confessions
realizing all
love's true overtones
life concessions
had brought us 
got us there
to that
magic place
where grace
face to face
our four lips
finally met
take our
emergent words
space we
urgently needed
to finally speak
resolving passion
compassionately seeking
generous kisses
all that
untitled love
we shared
all that resplendent
unbridled beauty
I truly saw
looking deeply
into your eyes
in those
reserved and precious
conservative moments
seeing some
of your
fervent torments
I surely knew
you truly cared
both of us
felt inspired
both of us 
felt repaired
we woke
both of us
brand new
now all these
broken years
so much further
so much later
as I still find
subjugate myself 
to those
lost dreams
still somehow
I'm with you
still holding you
somehow it seems
you are rapture
wrapped in my arms
smiles and laughter
stroking your hair
smiles caressing
your lovely face
love and laughter
In my dream
I'm still kissing
your inviting
trusting mouth
love parting
our ready lips
I wish
I could still be
your southern cross
your magic
some true south
I wish
I could
have you
hold you
in my arms
still wanting
every night
like that
very first night
when we
first truly met
when true love
assured us
what we both
were feeling
all our love
that passionate thirst
integrating our belief
beneath that
southern cross
we'd come so far
love crossing
that southern ocean
all those
intense
southern stars
lighting that
precious way
intensified emotions
washing over us
geographic notions
comforted by perfect love
surely meadows
white yarrow
purple clover
love's ley lines
covering vast ocean
love's liquid cure
surely inline
your fortuitous garden
a vibrant sea
those colourful blossoms
all that
ubiquitous
perfumed love
with all
its pixie textures
with all
its angel sides
love involving
deep ocean tides
compassionate motion
our passionate kisses
destiny of true love
our tidal future
clinging
to that
fateful ride
bringing
letting
welcome love
finding that
welcome zone
love's own
universal mission 
creating poetry
applauding verse
welcome heaven
letting
treasured love
a romance tome
words deep inside
love's perfect goal
so welcome home
all those sighs
delicious kisses
love's perfectly
carnal deliciousness
most welcome soul
that welcome space
where precious love
makes us feel whole
where precious love
gives us this
gentle loving
your human face

           * * * 

 

those fragrant
chosen notes
quintessential
elementary forensic
essential sparks
we thought
from heaven
transcendence
we sought
from on high
volunteer herbage
beautiful gardens
sultry phrases
rainbow words
showy flowers
fearless praises
universal power
transcendent verbage
unforgivably resplendent
short but sweet 
revered enlightenment
doctrines of tears
shocking clearly
soothing dearly
delicious treats
soothsayers
addressing fears
redirecting
pressing mistakes
volunteer followers
willingly partake
in modern howling
optimally revealing
cleverly concealed
stoic creation
inner growling 
sinner heat
beneath solid
ethereal rock
still somewhere
far above
apex of extreme
para-mountains
divinely ancient
glimmering
golden towers
that uplifting
supreme
sentient love
consisting of sweet
shimmering dreams
solving homonyms
relevant omniscience
proving antonyms
but there are
those other
devils and demons
despicable
substrate critters
unaccountable
purely money filters
surely camouflaged
surreptitiously hidden
shrouded in clouds
of blinding
economic ink
all those linked
suckered arms
octopus tentacles
relaxed and untaxed
party on giant squid
with your gangster islands
fortified castles
mansions of luxury
predators in enclaves
entertaining
sardines and candlefish
regimenting
schools of personal slaves
portrayed as priceless
carrying master's
gem studded litter
regaled by those
remaining marks
imaginary scales
overflowing
with oily  fish
ravenous pirates
those buccaneers
those great white sharks
their primal vice
boasting riches
perched on pool stools
friends and cohorts
relishing power
somehow
always abstaining
never paying taxes
reframing billionaires
perched above every law
playful grinning sorts
rich bro desires
desired exultation
research depraved
bejeweled
kings and queens
yet so richly enslaved
within their own
growing repugnant
political caves
each stagnant mire
waste water
currently plagued
by more hasty flooding
so they too
are sinking
imbibing such
dark desires
deep pools
overflowing
rot that's stinking
spot on
impressive
political stool
so fascist bitter
that totalitarian sweet
impressive bleating
speaking tongues
disguising
discreet money lies
so here
we are
joe public
jobless josephine
grubbing and muttering
constantly seeking
what we thought
was truly right
consciously invoking
what we thought
beseeching
truth and light
trials of sputtering
concentric vicissitude
can we
even believe
such odd
geocentric
absurdities
involving
fake truth
inevitably
we think
possible miracles
relatively
concentric circles
we understand
dumber things
obviously
do we
clearly see
with our
two blurry
party eyes
our own
slurred truth
skewed vision
should we
ever think
even truly
envision
something
less happy
involving
burnt stew
boiled into derision
thin soup
recipes of inedible
double speak
readily corrupt
steady division
a new vocabulary
new potatoes
mystery recipes
oral disruption
finger pointing
vocal power
anointed by blistering
sudden eruptions
further risking more
political repulsion
more souring
societal ties
more acidic sulphur rain
chemically evolving
consider nature
something
morally dissolving
oddly into even
more crappy
as even more
fake truth
becomes respectable
those bitter critters
twitter unjustifiable
utterly inexcusable
self absolution
butt-hole selfish
unjust resolutions
adjusting so many
brazenly despotic
cruel hateful lies
further confounding
society's political ties
all those kisses
we thought
we were 
going to get
instead it's been
handcuffs and jail
or a bullet
to this already
exploded head
loads of propaganda
poisonous toads and animals
propped up scavengers
roadside cannibals
vengefully piercing
my roasted brain
maybe all that
immolating pain
all these boastful mornings
interpolating hopeful dawn
into desperate moaning
kamikaze drones
igniting protestor's fires
jittery critters started
political ignition
power to burn us
wealth ambition
surely bleeding us
turning us into
sharp edged cinders
molded debris
pledged credit cards
mounds of cold cash
bold big brother
leaving nothing but cold ash
untold piles of residue
remotely mouthing dedication
miles of barren
final resolution
educated critter policies
atomic ground
subjugating
us uneducated fools
even dumbfounded
soundly becoming
astronomically resentful
profoundly illogical
we become foreign
bearing altered critter's
beautiful Caesar ego
biological revolution
astrologically beginning
we thought
dutifully
anatomically befitting
those subatomic critters
submitting false
love and caring
admittedly
what beloved sought
we somehow
believed and thought
we'd be making
endless love
transfigurative engagement 
steadfast us
figuratively instead
aggressively
beloved left us
now we are
just fallen company
neurotic jitters
our bitter hearts 
altered and broken
faltering now
what can we do
prescience
trying to save
our wounded souls
even though
we keep
calling for presence
we're scorned
elected representatives
elitists think
we're all fools
for even trying
warlord critters
always force
march us
sighing desperation
forlorn into crying
battlefields into hopeless
bleeding unto dying
look around you
so many voiceless
needy homeless
truly destitute
no choice
needing dental work
scorned by institution
living on
detrimental city
tarnished streets
coincidentally sighing
existing curbside
mental gutters
sprouting trash
gardens of poverty
streams of screeching
muttering
mountain crime
delivering us
hellish fentanyl
smashing teeth
primitive this
inimitably debatable
this tragic
magic carpet ride
around this universe
always those
hungry and insatiable
black and white
cut and dried
angry predators
despicable critters
they should own
all their sinful shame
corrupt critters
furnishing troubles
bitter falsehoods
critter's bitter
litter games
still plainly
elitist critter ego
thieving openly
reprehensible importing
immoral criminal gain
supporting spears and swords
worldly malevolence
convicted felons
thieving nights
every blackmailer's
discordant violence
they don't assist
won't allow
good folk
proper good
enough spoken
shared power
nurturing good-hoods
what is good
but here I am
depressed and vagrant
yet sparks
gladness in my hand
liberally tracing
galaxies of illumination
tracking fine lines
remarkably embracing
living light
delightful characters
inviting migrant
fragrant notes
sharing heaven
virtuous morals
daring surely
vibrant poems
such oral
caring meditation
understand morally
society's fair demands
society's commanding belief
relief in honest
fair constitution
bearing in mind
benevolent restitution
embracing heart with soul
gracing those divine notes
of fragrant absolution
glory that transcendence knows

                * * * 

 

you told me to go
when I needed you
I thought love
would never let us go
I'm still bleeding
because of you
my wounds won't heal
I still wonder about love
I still wonder about you
what ended up
not being true
is that free love
no matter
how free we feel
so often
reflects fantasy
something lost
love that isn't
forever truly real
but those freeing
jeweled things
I just can't forget
all our sapphire kisses
how we magically met
those mystical memories
they are still
current files of pages
reflecting my blurred mind set
your magic touch
your mysterious eyes
those two warm hands I held
those blinding tears falling
from our misty eyes
what if 
I forget you
never dream
of you again
all our magical kisses
how we mystically met
I would be so very sorry
losing precious memory
things I loved and cared for
passionate romance
true love we shared together
buried treasure pieces
missing you forever 
along with all
my love regrets 

             * * * 

 

 

why
don't you
join me
in this
current
worldly
auspicious
drowning
maybe then
we would
somehow
deliciously 
finally see
how
precocious stars
are ferociously
evidently formed
relevantly played
why
won't you
join me
with this
majestic reformation
a dinner project
cooking ourselves
recipes turning us
inside out
maybe then
inwardly
we could
restoratively
finally be that
delicious dessert
sumptuous
coral sea
vocal liquid
moral universal
washing over
local everything
like some
receptive tide
galactic inertia
exceptional icing
on that
inceptive cake
some daring
sticky frosting
soul bearing
rich treats
oddly deep
spiritually inquisitive
even sweetly caring
mutual modification
embryonic fluid
completely repairing
ritual instruction
impairment correction
with that
infectious revolution
what if
spiritual direction
reflective evolution
through some
chosen miracle
when we
decide to drown
we are found
stiff and motionless
perfectly petrified
mystically we are
divinely frozen
still we awake
spectacularly reinvented
miraculously thawed
flawlessly transcending
beyond every
golden crown
awesome poetry
that soulful
gemstone shower
spark of life
creation amended
seeing clearly
recreation recommended
soul journey
as is dear life
still freely given
exhibiting surely
being heedful
no broken
fear or strife
needful creation
reverberating
without question
ultimately sharing
spirited seedlings
beyond all bounds
spiritual deeds
being respectful
ultimately alive
glory's perfect ground
a sanctified feeling
irresistibly profound
cosmically revealing
divinity's pleading
holy sound
please be good
how we should
please be kind
perfectly nurturing
heart and soul
effectually maturing
awakened mind 

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when we
finally find
incredibly delicious
it is
often hard
not to
some how
wanton crave
take at least
to have
a taste
just a morsel
a quick sniff
something brazen
a whetting faze
whipping up
egg white stiff
you are
in spite
of appetite
I bet
if you
aren't familiar
with those
delightful recipes
then perhaps
an insightful lesson
rightly outward
in modesty
awkwardly inward
that other
realistic inner
worldly affair
domestic maybe
I don't know
maybe truly
I do really care
about nature's aroma
your natural
doe texture
about those
entrancing eyes
your passionate
red delicious
ruby lips
your best kisses
those glowing tresses
scented flowers
your flowing hips
you're beautiful
stunning dresses
you're entrancing
I want
to caress
your smiling face
your shimmering hair
I found you
your glimmering
daring dance
swimming naked
those shimmy hips
fairy tale passion
kissing romance
with those
sweet lips
I dreamed you
full of compassion
dancing into you
I dreamed about 
all you are
everything perfection
such respectful love
your shapely fashion
conceptually
I opened
both my eyes
suddenly you
were here
objectively
kissing me
blissfully
you took me
to that subject
a delicious place
just us
instantly there
face to face
hand in hand
breast to breast
heart to heart
your ready lips
quivered lightly
slightly apart
love is
right and ready
readily demanding
love is
a passionate command
your flashing eyes
looking deeply
watch me
love's torrid love affair
into you
as I fall
deep into your
entrancing eyes
what I see
is passionate love
what I've found
compassionate healing
inner feelings
delicious romancing
outwardly reflected there
when delicious 
becomes sweeter
than life
love's sweetest fruit
when unrivaled passion
steadily yearns
burning even hotter
than any
sensational
exploding
blazing sun
could it be
we've found
that one
should it be
our passionate
search
is finally
for a moment
deliciously done
wouldn't it be
astounding
if delicious passion
held us
with torrid kisses
embracing both
us bathed
in love
blessed rays
fates restive gifts
from our carnal sun
caressed
both of us
just this perfect love
under a delicious sky
embraced and smitten
you and I

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this skin 
we're in
something sacred
to rave about
if we could
peel ourselves
shape shift
right down
to bare bones
crave new skin
what would
you choose
artificially grow
this skin show
keeps going
artistically
going and going
cosmetically
if I could 
perform
shed this skin
informed
I think 
I'd grow stripes
why not
regrettably
why want
plan to live
deep inside
a tiger skin
what a roar
all that
fresh flesh
swimming rivers
lapping hot blood
solitary tigers
raptured deep
in reverential jungle
have it better
than prideful
fractured hierarchies
those prides of hungry lions
it seems 
customary freedom
should be theirs
drinking in sweet shade
such majestic glory
on that old savanna home
such a glorious story
realistically
jungle tigers
loath corruption
losing skin
that adaptive disruption
fear destruction
in some 
contractual
tanned hide way
what is
beneath skin
nature's view
more sacred
than flesh
more cosmic
than bone
truly universal
inner beauty
those controversial stripes
we all have
but want to hide
that hierarchical type
or outwardly
some show me
is it need
those stripes
reminding us
of all that
mirrored self
finally possessing
such unique skin
we are all
an intuitive song
all this conscious poetry
imbuing revolution
tattooing stripes
onto our bare bones
ensuing evolution
so once again
we're uniquely jungle kin
roaring tiger songs at night
wearing our jungle tiger skin

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my frayed
this overcast
exacting life
oh what a strange
obsequious day
when sychophantic
crows came
wanting to chasten
needing to murder me 
delivering daunting
unnatural pecks
unexpectedly
sensing those
devilish
supernatural caws
I'm overcome
a certain stench
henceforth doom
Pompei comes to mind
an historical exhibition
galleries of burning flesh
hysterical screams and cries
confounded by plumes
tombs of smoking ash
accompanied by certain death
engaged by super
pounding
heated steam
engulfed by toxic
expounding
albeit clouds
I thought I saw
something looming
concerning benchmark
gloomy stars
accosted by Mars
caught up
under some magic
caustic spell
those autistic stars
apostles of some
redacted charm
suddenly tackled
unceremoniously shackled
blinded and brutally choked
prisoners enslaved
incarcerated
within this
volcanic dystopia
predestiny comes
climate change
with glacial religious ice 
beware
scores of falling rock
explosive political lightning
terrifying bolts
manipulating each electrical
voltage and discharge
creating anti-social whorls 
concentrating anti-social worlds
anti-social words
tattooed onto terrorist bombs
careless amperage
critically appalling
wave after wave
deep seas of social strife
streams of caustic ash
shameless guilt
systematic repealing
revealing more
blameless guns
oligarchs dealing
in lawless bombs
statistically
sound
stocks and psalms
bound and bonded
in these hounded
billionaire times
prophetically
great blue whales
ocean miracles
out of that
world of spherical
great blue sea
miraculously arrive
ruefully blowing
all of this
as well as us
impermanence
washing life
permanently away
into some other
unknown place
some other mother
deliberate druthers
correctly connected
a liquid dimension
another universal
intentional space
what a panicked
feeling of discontent
seemingly we are
disconnected
manic social comment
conventional universe
interconnected
contented God
intentionally
loving marble
and angel food cake
though seldom
if ever
for seldom is
a prophetic state
allowing time or space
to fully cooperate
truly create
such clever
interspatial
predicament
respectfully
operate within this
controversial firmament
reflect on filaments
interject command
on this fomenting day
this tormented planet
demanding calming night
we are challenged
just another
discontented economy
remanding
sinful thought
jailing perfect
left and right
injuriously reflecting
perfect light
furiously branding
notwithstanding
scurrilous revolution
a personal investment
an instrument
of astrology
scientifically asking
what is
religious right
what about
righteous
cosmology
social driving
elements
what is politically
wrong
even though
torrential rain
stays and stays
even when
conniving
complete with oceans
hurricanes
oceanic
tragic daring
crossing another
drastic sea
three act play
along with terrifying
objective tornadoes
inject murder
crows
always say
one two three
pirate propaganda
every barbaric
tactless three way
buccaneers react
perhaps another
senseless
three million
lightning bolts
will strike
be it myth or fact
at least once
or twice
like maybe
three times
again trying
boldly balance
this unfolding
unbalanced
rueful
bleeding day
while shear numbers
sum up
mental strangeness
normally
spilled blood
clearly arriving
through other
arrangements
along with tanks
banking
on a murder of crows
ranks of mercenaries
and other
deranged involuntaries
delivering bloody military pecks
burning a billion granaries
useful for scary impact
accept abnormality
a ritualistic day
I sense all that
zionist crow violence
sorrowful mysticism
I hear all
they are ghastly
nasty fascists
so what silence
though overworked
borrows cynicism
lastly crow cries
sorrowful levels
mournfully trying
tribes and prides
hungry lions roar
shunning armour
stunning regiments
cursed by battle
bloodied shrouds
dark clouds
in my overcast life
all these irreversible
unreformed volcanoes
such costly
shake and bake summations
tormenting storms
cratered formations
boiling up
so much terror
fake information
stirring up
so many embers
into raging burning
around this
blurred world
profound panic
so much
earthly strife
sketchy war
stitched up propaganda
test blasting
tragically impacting
every worthy life
scarring earth
razing political landscapes
marring mountains
scraping scraps of meat
off shattered bone
even murderous crows
want to matter
fluttering in confusion
killed while muttering
then picked clean
reflecting some nightmarish
other worldly
crow dream
sometimes we toil
often we fail
sometimes
we sulk
spoiling
each moiling hour
we're choked
every foiled day
discharging a septic
viscous flow
while lava erupts
near smoking fumaroles
every uncertain widening
corrupting change
fuming poison
out of bottomless pits
dark traffic resumes
touted as great by masters
from deep within bunkers
their frilly hidden holes
even crows know
how to sulk
at times
they too mourn
flying wounded
being torn
by this
tormenting thing
called civilized life
so this
new normal
all this rivalry
is civil
further upsetting 
inevitable
world strife
still I close my eyes
I need to surely try
not to trip and fall
trying not to
just collapse
earnestly
I'm trying
not to fall down
lay down
take one
last breath
then simply die
yet every stirring
learning dream
I've ever dreamt
I've had
vanity and pain
so much
fear and yearning
that has brought me
to this boiling point
has stirred
my roiling pot
ignited another toxic joint
now all my embroiled
boastful dreams
are lost and gone
even those
astronomical things
somehow now
forever dead
ghostly read
every spark
of cosmic life
impossibly extinguished
that damn
revolutionary sun
in cahoots
with climate change
making ocean life
bleak and stark
evolutionary life
a climax dream
awaiting for some
steamy orgasm
new ice age
rue another wicked
taxing dream
convolution stuck
so very deep
inside this wicked
convoluted scene
pray for truth
fully empower
your epic storm
picture battered
embittered
your bullied heart
lay deathly
ghostly still
readjust your fickle soul
another critical
malformation
another historical
information moment
of transmutation
another predictable
institutionally unknown
constitutional transformation
my absolutely
pickled head
blessed by this
another howling
restless revelation
all while laying
in my freaking bed

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