some  times
things happen
what about
our reaction
shifting dunes
that creation
loose sand
but as
things stand
things happen
demand explanation
ample planets
blue moons
simple admits
ruination too
that place
crippling fits
relax now
some times
things happen
raging rain
freezing snow
but still 
some how
light enlightens
liquid flows
daylight happens
life splits
nightime knows
life's psychedelia
forbidden shows
fair diplomyelia
sharing right
sharing wrong
sharing poetry
sharing song

       * * * 

 

so you
mystically move
your magic
delicious arms
like passion
compassionate feathers
floating together
those perfect
passionate lips
making me
simply quiver
your eyes
catching each
every spark
radiant light
reflection beseeching
something movement
never take
for granted
your legs
describing everything
your body
what could
should love
ever do
with such
wondrous features
just maybe
I saw
caught you
in that
special way
where purity
behooves you
where charity
freely plays
those clouds
mysterious clouding
kind of up
our world
mixing sup
our minds
but then
I look
at you
see all
your grace
I melt
inside myself
seeing beauty
your face
so I
truly move
wanting more
of you
no knowing
just how
or what
I should 
ever do
your splendor
moves me
such slender
touching nerves
caressing me
my hurried
expectant soul
when you
rise up
fly away
I wish
I might
fly too
follow flying
where ever
flight may
mysteriously go
but truly
all that
untouchable mystery
you are
every part
that's you
makes me
simply shiver
makes me
always wonder
your movement
taking me
so faraway
from where
I thought
passion stayed
your lips
so kissable
your eyes
entrance me
maybe this
just dream
may God
be magic
heavenly stars
willingly fall
let me once
forever know
your heart
isn't mine
your soul
as it
always goes
flies away
from where
I stand
leaving love
in some
private place
locked up
that space
only movement
could ever
open wide
but I'm 
standing still
compassion waiting
for love
to fill
me up
let me
see you
in that
perfect light
watching you
soar away
to some
foreign place
moving you
which really
that reality
seems true
seems right
this love
I feel
pure water
I'm drowning
my anxious
avian soul
my naked
brazen aire
that movement
life demands
streaked sky
inside us
treatise fire
burning up
yearning light
burning movement
my love
so move
radiant insistence
lifting us
far above
where we
always stand
in time
reborn here
knowing alive
kind love
seeking us
wanting purity
taking us
hand in hand
sure movement
to divinity's 
divine place
God refines
your lips
that movement
your eyes
life devised
so all
your perfection
might prove
perfect love
does exist
mystically holy
driving thing
love movement
simply can't
ever resist
like that relevant
universe's kiss
advent movement
delicious love insists

           * * * 

 

you know
when
I think
of you
I can't 
help
but feel
that I am
diving deep
into your
vast ocean
I'm plankton
some whale
scooped me up
just like Jonas
I've been
like him
nearly inhaled
yet regaled
spit out
bet now
i am
treading water
forever hoping
I won't
just sink
pray drowning
if some
eruption
astounding play
ice age
corruption
just happened
I would be
abruptly encased
in all that
sincere
severe cold
blue ice
glacier solid
more than
I have
ever been
I try 
to be
somehow liquid
even virtual
immortally fluid
I am 
still swimming
just yawning
simply dying
to reach
try you
fertile land
once again
somewhere
blessed
upon your
rocky shore
so here
I am
surely floating
sleeplessly adrift
in this
deep blue
aroused sea
if I
go under
eventually drown
would you
even see
that I tried
sometimes though
that ebbing
reciprocal tide 
is just
too strong
consider all 
this salt
victual water
I've been
soaked through
strong vinegar
weak acid
pickling my
salted blood
has asking
finally turned
kick-ass
fine or not
tricky brine
this is 
how it is
a final wave
this salty
carnal world
I have fault
gestalt memories
if could only
save us
some how
forge fraught
engraved with fault
all my guilt 
maybe love
has given up
no you are
both of us
but if only
maybe I could
finally somehow
save us
my stilted
shifting soul
geography
that is
monogamously fitful
Artemis sinking
submerged in this 
caustic salty brine
just somehow
just trying
to somehow
just survive
whether
both ours
or is it
only mine
that finally
truth sees 
some true light
let fruitless me
a finally checklist
recklessly behave
be a beggar
reside with me
my bear cave
guess checkmate
show me
enduring continuity
some fate
fitful rudimentary
elementary relief
a soulful blessing
somehow saved
from ungrateful
oceanic belief
love has
is ever
ingenuity
not just some
frantic storm
intuitive grief
raging sea
raving disbelief
those carnal
striving dreams
never let us be
I think of you
lost love
so that is what
I can't help
but always see

       * * * 

 

so that
moon rises
somewhere
out there
argonauts traveling
human journey
around that glowing
brilliant moon
maybe dreams
planned projection
dreams seem fine
as that precious moon
speaks to us all
speech isn't always
so refined
I'm traveling
in this resilient
somehow
so very much
has changed now
yet still 
in some way
so much remains 
may be 
that very same
still it's about
true love
isn't it
every adventure
that's all about
each heartbeat
love
isn't it
maybe
it's about
God
that surreal being
still it's about
love though
God is love
so we have
been told
feel it
if it's in
your heart
if that part
of your soul
wanting to go
around that moon
fly to heaven
but not too soon
such is life
all this love
more life to live
yet pain and strife
so that
inner vision
far out
in outer space
riding that
knife edge
one slip
just a blink
that moon rises
somewhere 
out there
taikonauts and cosmonauts
different environments
aeronauts and aquanauts
even most modern
clicking internauts
modemality
router alley
yet still
brilliance rises
talk about resilience
instilling curiosity
mindful adventure
objects of desire
this human journey
time after time
measure after measure
sometimes all that
precious vibration
will be 
harmonious sometimes
even rhyme
sometimes even
oddly glorious
time after time
storied us
time after time
after time

        * * * 

 

something magical
do you ever
have those dreams
that incredible place
dream world
taking us away
into some other
magical space
I have to wonder
just what was real
those recurring themes
unreal intimate scenes
like needing a toilet
and not finding one
maybe you do 
eventually find one
but it has no door
okay friends and folk
that is velveteen
what about space
some far off planet
some surreal sun
even flying through 
that extra special place
God help us
maybe we're at sea
everything in time
just endless waves
perhaps in time
some spectral tide
even rain
those suicidal dreams
even fire
or just about to fall
catch me
in your loving arms
see me cry
maybe as I die
in lonely dreams
it's just karma
all that relative stuff
far off in some galaxy
light years away
you'll wake up 
someday when earth
isn't where you stay
something magical
about it all
having those dreams
about that magical place
so deep sleep
sleep and dream
majesty may visit you
holiness could touch you
that sacred space
you'll marvel at
tears can take us there
fear can drive us there
something about all
those magnificent dreams
something extra special
about this human race

             * * * 

 

should we
just stand still
or take
a step ahead
take one
step sideways
or take
a step back
should we
twirl around
look back
from where
we've been
maybe still
forge on
or should we
try to fly
like we
are free
or should we
turn around
drive back
into history
that is
life's mystery
just what
to do
just what
to think
just how
to turn
or twist
or shout
that is
living life
breathing being
perhaps some
reckless night
God will come
take us
by one
hand in hand
even if
we can't stand still
God will 
find us
karma's sentience
just good will
so stand up
speak will's sentence
give direction
live your dreams
seek repentance
share your schemes
speak independence

           * * * 

 

it's genius
each veiled
creedless mystery
feeding such
a brilliant
genuine delight
but maybe
this world
it's something
even demons
flushed down
some slimy
hellish drain
but still
isn't it
utterly miraculous
blowing all 
our mystified
confused minds
maybe we
somehow will
perhaps dream
our way
navigate out
of this
disingenuous mess
it's something
I must
truly confess
that simply
always seems 
completely surreal
gravity's misadventure
if only
killer's bullets
weren't real
if only
applauding bombs
didn't fall
all that
flawed history
marauding psalms
confusing us
all those
nefarious politics
leaving us
severely broken
forever pondering 
even wondering
ever wandering
isn't though
just wonderful
staunch life
where children
all that
every innocence
all that
what was
almost good
is torn
ripped apart
by those
that should
be setting
some thing
even good
an example
something instead
of cruel
bitter war
causing grief
yet instead
bloody greed
steadily mar
ready relief
double crossing
so many
needlessly die
fall bleeding
those things
that might
have been
something beautiful 
even sure
those things
that could
have been
beyond blind
mysterious ritual
loveless nothing
but victims
horrid gore
all those
loveless lies
that we
are told
all that
pitifully phony
that always
forever unfolds
what sort 
of revolution
does it
bloodywell take
to change
broken things
make things
spoken better
maybe God 
needs to
simply arrive
grab those
faithless guilty
by their
conniving throats
pluck out
their lies
evil eyes
tear out
their cold
deceitful hearts
maybe then
all that
marauding genius
would reveal
unveil those
curtained mysteries
so we
certainly all
could live
certain brilliance
so we
forever all
might give
faithfully share
our world
which just
makes sense
but then 
all those
demented despots
hiding secluded
always scheming
vainly they're
golden towers
while innocence
unfolding everything
that was
once told
as perfectly
seemingly good
is sent
unceremoniously rent 
dreaming hell
like they
all should
so in
all their
fucked up
total inhumanity
thinking they
are smart
saying they
are great
some people
do see
all their
shifty lies
causing all
shifting this
worldly strife
shoving tawdry
garish knives
into every
good soul
shoddy causing
this world
to bend
bodies bleeding
what if
virile sun
simply refused
to shine
what if
all oceans
simply turned
to brine
what would
we do
would all
even those 
brilliant leaders
all those
smartly genius
simply say
it was
our fault
couldn't be
wasn't theirs
but really
who truly
fucking cares
who doesn't
always wish
they were
grandly rich
more powerful
who doesn't
pray standing
for more
give me
hordes more
sordidly maybe
it is
all illusion
affording maybe
it is
all delusion
even certainly
it is
utter confusion
some believe
in all
yet those 
richly powerful
impertinent lies
some believe
God is
still on
their side
while God
stays away
uproariously laughing
at us
all this
roaring war
making everything
that once
was almost
even good
so dearly 
heaven pays
nothing is
every going
to be
alright again
so much
is lost
brilliance isn't
even in
within sight
that genius
left us
simply escaped
our world
when propaganda
took its
virulent hold
its deathly
cheerless grip
making innocence
light itself
self immolation
destructive fire
with all
war's grizzly
untamed desire
with all
our forgotten
happy dreams
so now
just us
drowning here
dangerously crowned
by this
choking mire

       * * * 

 

jesters silenced
FUBAR to say the least
a mutating virus
this flourishing beast
is it just us
or those gathering vultures
or is it just them
relishing another cannibal feast
or those words we speak
FUBAR parading
that truth we seek
those poems we write
jesters silenced
FUBAR parading
as enlightened right

           * * *  

 

all my grief my love
this pain and sorrow
resonating in my soul
all that sad and sorrow
my heart has come to know
if I live to see tomorrow
I hope that sad sorrow
doesn't continue
to magnify and sadly grow
what if joy and happiness
would come to ease
all this pain we've known
perhaps my heart
would find some goodness
that fleeting joy
happiness has sown
all that fragrant beauty 
we would like to know
virtually always see
if only all that fragrance
wasn't always lost
in love's costly forever's
but never forgotten love
precious joy and happiness
could still be you and me

               * * * 

 

hey man
those 1920's
dancing flappers
short skirts
those rebellious
fashion sheiks
after war
then man
those 1930's
modern hepcats
hepsters and hipsters
all about
jazz man
hepjills and hepchicks
all about
jive slang
all that
cat-ologue swing
then man
more war
a beyond thing
that 1940's
hip bebop 
counterculture scene
that was
a dig-it thing
challenging mainstream
those cats 
and jazz cats
musicians blowing
hepster dreams
zoot suiters
with their
baggy flamboyance
counterculture cats
loving all
that jazz
all that beat
razmataz man
getting beatified
all that
beaten down
those non-conformists 
seekers man
jive slang talk
cool attitude cats
all that
beatitude poetry
those slick moves
that beatified walk
cool grooves man
beat into beatnik
jive slang man
what a cool kick
then all
those hipsters
true blue niks
more subculture
those poetic words
then Korea gore 
so stoic damn
beatniks man
ultra-slick
those 1960's
turning tricks
hipsters into hippies
those wanna be's
young yearning
twisting hordes
lordy wanna be
jive and slick
then Viet
fucking Nam man
blowing off
every lid
evolving into
jam man
showing off
those cruel
tricky dicky licks
dancing jive man
into that
acid groove
psychedelic chicks
showing off
those naked
Woodstock tits
what a fit man
what a cool groove
now those
preachers man
beach gurus 
where they sit
more counter culture
a steady
ready move
poetry man
that slam 
so sure
taking off
for moon man
dreaming meth
ecstasy and cool
surely stealth
soon man
all those kicks
fantasy and groove
counter culture man
still making
hipsters move
don't be
square man
be a daddy-O
where ever doll
if you try 
you can man
fly into that 
sutra show
just go man
jump off
that poetic cliff
parachute free man
new-hippies
into neo-hippies
spirit free man
those back
to that
land chicks
peace love
and freedom
something all
hip wants
living in that
groove man
churning ultra-modern
resisting tricks
all that modern
insanity man
all that fresh
sanity and clean
pulling heads
out of that 
deep sand man
still seeking
perfect shangri-la
coming out
of those strange
awesome clouds man
coming down
to earth man
trying to recover
from being
so deranged
all that
fascist propaganda
strange drumming
range of sound
all those earthly 
vibes man
that are never
truly over
all this new
hip and groove
modern woman and man
arranging something new 
modern tribes man
something absolute
and clever
solutions modern
truth behooves
that something
real endeavour

         * * * 

 

now
we are
digging 
our own
graves
some day
soon
we will
bury
ourselves deep
lost
in unholy
ground
what choice
might
we have
before
all cherished
light
goes out
one
last time
grant
us patience
good
will help
us
some day
finally
find sacred
shovel
a holy
place
integral space
where
we will
lay
deep within
mother
our earth
finally
one time
perhaps
all our
dreams
aren't so
happy
after all
maybe
god will
remotely
come take
our
feeble hand
lead
us all
home
to that
sacred
where place
does
virtual holy
abound
so let
us
still dig
deeper
keep digging
our
troubled world
dream
let us
dream
that sacred
place
where justice
purity
absolute tranquility
most
of us
want
to be
when
we are
finally
one day
found
in that
deep
cold grave
where
eternity keeps
saves
our memories
so
completely profound

         * * * 

 

this celibate
carnal mind
what is there
to celebrate
with that revelated
animal kind
what if
faith and belief
truly elevated
with all that
unengaged kind
if that sacred
imagined egg
remained unbroken
universal outline
remained unattached
never fertilized
remained unhatched
what might 
this planet be
a molten site
an uncertain place
grinding contrite
folding rocks
where tectonic plates
meet drifting sand
where sightless God
naturally left
creation unadorned
void of concept
never ever left 
a vital living mark
just barren nature
forever touching
a sterile world
carnal creation
never raising
its revelated
praising hand
God's elevated
revelating finger
never creating
sentient life
out of holy water
refracting sacred light
never celebrating
abstract life
into earthbound man
nothing righteous
a mindless state
besides drifting
tectonic plates
and those
celibate rifts
of barren sand

        * * * 

 

so you think
you have
your answer
but so does
your brother
so your mother
remains silent
with her prayers
as your father
bends to rent
his gathered shirt
tear out
what is left
his tattered doubt
so you think
those words
some rant and shout
you think
they somehow
truly mattered
you hear
pretentious garble
relentlessly pouring
intentionally down
some so called
holy mountainside
where truly
sacred water
seeks holy ocean
mixed and stirring
those holy words
you thought
you heard
even thought
you understood
but tortured blood
my contentious brother
is something
you should
always respect
communicate compassion
deliver peace
with soulful passion
truly empathize
in every dialect
find that
real caring
still can exist
within your heart
your precious soul
peace and love
humanity my friend
is living there
real truth
and precious love
beyond all this
wretched human
collective despair

         * * * 

 

something deep
inside me
being self
some where
deep within
my lonesome
hermit self
I keep
determinedly searching
looking for
my intentional
true self
maybe someday
I'll find
play out
me conventionally 
knowing all
that I
concurrently along
am me
just myself
so see
trusting something
blew into
my world
from some
distant place
giving me
fortunately new
this open
third eye
granting me
this reflective
internal view
so as
I breathe
I see
reflecting myself
I find
meditative dreams
so my
contemplative life
all this
collective colour
all this
introspective mind
such deep
ethereal sea
relieving blind
so still
firmly believing
I see
true self
in words
I write
my garden
where that
spirit grows
all this
blessed fruit
sacred creation
teaches us
explicit me
my inner
breathing life
something progressive
growing right
sowing introspective
expressive light
some thing
that is
marvelously free         

         * * * 

 

stupid stupid
stupid war
stupid people
go to stupid war
war makes people
more stupid
more and more
just plain stupid
stupid stupid stupid
stupid more
stupid rubble
stupid trouble
stupid stupid
stupid gore
if no one went
there would be
a lot less stupid
stupid stupid war

         * * * 

 

so I laughed
when you 
tore me apart
I was hysterical
when you 
threw me
to those
hungry dogs
what if I
wasn't trapped
always shackled
to this forlorn
maybe I would
laugh hysterically
at what delirium
is simply left
of my torn sky
atmosphere plummeting
down to solid
destructive ground
if only love
would be instructive
whatever should
I ever
constructively do
if I could
surely commit
invest and remit
manifesting fire
ultimately redirect
insanity in my life
my careless desire
share and reconnect
fashionably darling
to something
I could laugh at
rationally disconnect
from everything
I laugh at hysterically
since all that
raucous desire
is never cautious
sometimes even dire
when you throw me
to your pack of dogs
when you tear me up
shackling me forever
to your clever gods
when you laugh
as I ignite myself
into yet another
raging fire
I can't help 
but bother
wearing grief's attire
to wonder
why laughing
is that odd sign
of something
truly amiss
something that is
truly broken
something that is
really trying
even those
argent words
that have
been spoken
laughing raucously
words that
wound us up
grinding us
founding madness
with love's
marginal tokens
we end up
wrapped in sadness
always bleeding
we wake up
broken and crying
some mystical
newly found
unsound revelation
laughing maniacally
while rapture
grips us
as we always
end up dying
so as I toss
my broken heart
beyond grief
that raging sea
I still wonder why
it couldn't have been
just love my darling
enveloping both of us
navigating true devotion
entranced by love
that blue deep sea
passion embracing
both of us
together love
just you and me

        * * * 

 

if I thought
I possibly could
maybe I'd see
things differently
when I say
I viably might
perhaps my dreams
will come true
as I take
that conceivable step
without stumbling
on that multitude
of dangerous cracks
what would this
exacting universe
eventually say
speak about
real truth
asking illumination
to finally come
where things
arrive whole
instead of broken
lives and poems
needing some sort
of essential revelation
but what if
it constantly rained
every single day
earthquakes deciding
tsunami is art
some relentless day
we'll likely wake 
rub our eyes
with religious grief
knowing each heartbeat
is only for
our incidental sake
realizing knowledge
doesn't require faith
any obvious kind
of ineffectual belief
when our ailing sun
reveals its inner self
remembering beginnings
thundering as it goes
exultation going nova
exposing that millennia
of our deepest fears
maybe mother earth
will break in two
asking for nothing
not even tears
completely absolved
with that given 
resolved evolution
that revolutionary view
when ample God
decides revamped God
now has had
simply quite enough
revealing inner self
finally telling creation
that every single star
once excellent
compels light
quite glorious
to be reabsorbed
God's eternal right
so this existence
really was and is
a dream of God
a single thought
that spoken word
makes perfect gravity
take marvelous creation
God's inner self
all that eternal
infernal subjugation
once has been
what formation taught
once was
so complete
and artfully wrought

            * * *

 

creation undulating
mother breathing
God imagining
nature surviving
if that ancient
spirit still decides
to come home
what may come
so if
sacred water
regains it all
it's a gift
that mother gives
it's a dream
that God has
wanting us
human beings
to live and see
what is right
to give and be
forever existing
in that sacred light
this blessed journey
we all
are on
this sacred path
us humans
must travel
before we discover
none too soon
that giving light
such a blessed gift
and sacred water
from Almighty God
giving all of us
good Mother Earth
sharing such sacred
this blessed life
so as we dance
around our fire
leaving nothing
but blessed elk
thundering buffalo
sacred tracks
we continue
as we need
dressed in holy
continue to feed
our sacred attire
honouring blessed
sacred fragile
our human fire

         * * *

 

it's snowing
again today
all my heartbreak
this rigid pain
laying quite still
almost silent
upon that suffering
frigid snowy ground
if spring manages
to ever come
maybe I'll hear
some heartfelt song
perhaps a songbird 
will come to sing
maybe my heart
will bleed less
when that song
is readily heard
if words could lift
my wounded soul
if sound and harmony
would somehow
bring some relative
harmonic cheer
maybe then
I could be
feel less broken
just being me
still in my dreams
I dream of you
those long gone days
where we shared
mostly perfect love
those long ago
ghostly dreamy nights
where we always cared
about those brilliant
bird song mysteries
soaring and singing
chosen by heaven
from hauntingly above
but now my love
those dreams are gone
all those beautiful feelings
we constantly shared
as we lay together
refreshed and blessed
in your secret garden
holding onto precious love
secretly living there
when we were all alone
I remember that
precious perfumed air
I remember how much
we truly cared
something still remains
that magical colour
of that pastel wind
as an ocean of love
washed over our souls
as all our perfect love
told us mystical stories
about all love knows
my bones ache now
nearly as much as
my broken heart
still somehow
love's miracle words
seem lyrically spoken
even though my love
we've grown old now
remaining so distant
so heart broken
just remember love
life is mostly
dreams and art
while love remains
so damn insistent
yet we still remain
so far apart

          * * * 

one last kiss
before I say goodbye
something gone
one last look
deeply fading
into forever
where love lives
your sparkling eyes
then I'm gone
far across 
love's raging sea
maybe then
we'll wake up
on some distant shore
once again
embraced together
maybe love
will speak up
giving something
even more
one final kiss
my darling love
one last embrace
feasting with sweet love
embracing bliss
writhing together
passionately remember
together one last time 
our compassionate kisses
all our treasured passion
one last time
we let passionate love
embrace and kiss us
let us say
heartfelt goodbye
lightning love
igniting souls
inviting good
for God and us
that perfect place
where we once stood
midst blessed grace
as all things should

            * * * 

 

it's always been
so peaceful here
thus secluded
in my secret cave
something reclusive
receptive monks
those conceptual hermits
just adored
but now
that gentle peace 
lies torn
ripped and broken
most people
have never been
bombed or gored
but now
evolution is likely
some critical
virtual end
more catastrophic
unconditional revolution
seems certain
something viral
very near
now that
atomic words
nexus tweeted
texts of disrespect
openly spoken
if effectual dreams
could cure us
dismiss our hate
desist our fear
what clever scenes
could we ever dream
would true tranquility
finally find its way here
there is something
I must truly confess
this raging current
contagious fueled reality
might suddenly become
absolute and crystal clear
where is that
forgotten place
where true love 
wants and feels more 
where cruel greed
and outrageous hate
this staged myriad
of human sinful traits
should gratefully disappear
as would traceless
unconditional mass execution
and all this
tasteless fate
since we'd all
be in a place
where depressed
those poor are less
where graceful love
dreams less horror
where sentient life
will faithfully endure
still less stress
perhaps if we wore
a more cordial face
we'd find this
sordid bastion world
much more loving
even a peaceful space
a magnificent garden
a consistently wondrous
even paradise place
presuming lords and masters
barbarians won't feed upon
our disturbed human race
assuming all our growl
such remarkable hate
howling war and restless fear
doesn't consume us all
entomb all our humanity
leaving not even
finite fossils
any human evidence
of ritual continuity
just infinite extinction
even all those
respectful monks
in reflective cells
their spiritual caves
leaving an actual planet
without a virtual prayer
or any willful trace
any saving hope
of some holy grace

           * * * 

 

religious Zebediah . . . 
standing stone still . . . 
abhorring rhythm . . . 
breaking drumsticks . . . 
chewing harmony . . . 
those resonant notes . . . 
into little chits . . . 
every single thing . . . 
calling all around us . . . 
all these blasting fits . . . 
as this fanatic world . . . 
twists and turns . . . 
earth burning up . . .  
our Mother morphing . . .
leaving coarse ash . . .
grieving charcoal . . . 
those remorseful bits . . .
still yearning . . .
chillingly I hear . . . 
Babylon screaming . . . 
everything mashed up . . . 
all those vocal quips . . . 
as Jerusalem burns . . . 
churning in fear . . . 
Zebediah falling . . .
onto broken tribal knees . . . 
praying token something . . . 
articulate only . . .
what spoken God . . .
might ever hear . . . 
dare to kneel . . .
we're nearly there . . .
as reborn Babylon . . . 
this modern Zion reality. . .
condemned it burns . . .
Zebediah feeling . . .
God is dreaming . . .
we're wandering . . .
even crawling . . .
defiantly reeling . . . 
does God truly care . . .
with all this , . .
flame and thunder . . . 
all this brazen blunder . . .
innocence spurting blood . . . 
what would God . . .
simply speak . . .  
what should God . . .
openly say . . . 
or even dare . . .
that burning bush . . . 
those Holy words . . . 
this sacred place . . . 
where we are born . . . 
to live and seek . . . 
yet religious Zebediah . . .
standing silent there . . .
feeling very holy . . . 
wanting ego . . .
to behold sacred . . . 
seeking untold blessed . . .
religious Zebediah dares . . . 
while recidivist war . . . 
invites contiguous corruption . . .
all these mad hurricanes . . .
all this arresting eruption . . .
brings humanity to its knees . . .
while virulent God arrives . . . 
contesting Zebediah's prayers . . .
all this worldly disruption . . .
detesting every burning bush . . .
something David and Solomon . . .
those sorrowful holy cries . . . 
drowning in desert tears . . .
deservedly frown upon . . . 
as for peace and love . . . 
mournfully pouring down . . .
from soulful heaven's gate . . .
but revelation is too late . . . 
so relevant God . . . 
that infinite . . .
Holy finger . . . 
has touched us all . . . 
made us wonder . . . 
let us seek . . .
yet religious Zebediah . . .
something fallen . . .
everything but meek . . .
religious Zebediah . . .
incoherently unbalanced . . .
thinking he was chosen . . .
incongruently able . . .
thinking chosen . . .
meant entranced . . .
religious Zebediah . . .
imagined enlightenment . . .
where he thinks . . .
he's always been . . .
yet never . . .
truly chosen . . .
on consignment . . .
rivers of sacred . . .
universal Holy water . . .
can wash away . . .
unforgiven mortal sins . . .
religious Zebediah . . .
never close to complete . . .
unable to maintain . . .
remain upright . . .
even imagine in kind . . .
that sacramental . . .
burning bush . . .
or actual God's . . .
infinite Holy feet . . . 

          * * *

 

I hear old dogs
out howling
something desperate
such basic hunger
other raging dogs
rabid pack animals
raving into howling 
something unfavourable
not just simply starving
more virtual howling
anointed with sour
dressing obstinate greed
moreover each personal
appointed wobbly need
pointedly messing up 
more of everything
hobbling irrational serfdom
bejeweled bitches whining
their perversion defining
every foolish kingdom
disappointment stinging
dry bitch bags
unable to feed
pups and whelps
those ragged hags
vying to remain rich
defining maga help
armies of tag teams
wild howling dogs
some shot up
shut up into bleeding
others ground up
flagrant errant bombs
lover's of tombstone tanks
rolling over them
mortars speaking loudly
back and forth again
roaring unnatural language
old howling dogs 
perhaps finally understand
all this futile war
brutal feudal screams
crude war dogs fear
explosions breaking bones
drones causing moaning
oddly rattled bearings
shattering Sodom's prattle
vicious grinding gears
Gomorrah's battle mind
defeated bleeding soldiers 
wishing they were home
relishing Babushka's perogies
instead of daily feasting
on personal excrement
splattering impersonal trenches
neat piles of resentment
scattered here and there
a rapid collection
relentless aggravating
those constant grenades
more frontline perfume
navigating bitter bullets
death enhanced by gravity
mortal aroma entranced
within that battle stench
pulling life down
into shattered pits
still a smattering
of ratchet howling
old dogs licking
mad hatter wounds
while young dogs
lay there bleeding out
as wretchedness sounds
a fetching recipe
for every battle call
but those old dogs
far from frontlines
keep relatively safe
entrenched in deep bunkers
for each bleak breakfast
they drink vodka neat
speak in foreign tongues
so no sane person
understands or hears
all their demented howling
making our floundering world
shake and virtually spin
ripping out quaking hearts
each token dead body
etched by broken souls
every dreadful soldier dog
once alive and howling
screaming and scowling
at each blood red moon
those old assaulting dogs
crowned by scalding battle
their unenlightened war
presidents and generals
drowning in delight
all that gold braid offal
such degrading ballroom light
huddled masses
astounded by this gore
afraid of losing innocence
reticent because of war
still old dogs howling
aided by excreting horrid
shouting exalted evil
speaking dead meat lies
such morbid humanity
shrieking orwellian hate
all their bloody flags
tellingly draped around
war's fruitless state
howling old dogs
touting propaganda
so freaking loudly
in their hatchet fight
all their sinful execution
grinning followed closely
by their rabid bite

            * * * 

 

so we are
searching
wanting
seeking
needing
unification
so time is
leading
feeding
peaking
reaching
daunting
impeaching
unification
time must be
continuity
unity
perhaps clarity
disparagingly
testing
impunity
confessing
disparity
contesting
immunity
addressing
all of us
resisting
so in time
socially insistent
moral investment
though we feel
so far apart
without unity
all that connection
time won't renew
between me
can't be
somewhere
with you
time is that
blazing finger
of fiery God
reaching out
constructing you
with that
time line 
instructing me
perhaps within
those moments
mounting time
we all must see
love affords
amounts of time
share daring love
a graceful chord
everything given
within doubtless
astounding time
perhaps boundless
caring concord
relief of overbearing
painful stress
in lordly time
a masterful caress
something meaningful
an eventide of joy
something wonderful
surely enlightenment
a lasting peace accord
some lasting light
purity cast upon
this vast earthly mess

           * * *  

 

wandering through
everything resonating
somehow reaching
morphing universe
corporal vibration
if we think
moral libation
untold heights
top to bottom
in reverse
reach inside
down deep
keep inclined
to that
mountain steep
outlined verse
under ultimate
personal control
engage surreal
existential multi-verse
some of this
uncaged resistant denial
evidence of that
seemingly irreversible
elemental vial
that ethereal image
a personal stronghold
engaging tactful Will
a fact of able
that silver backed mirror
you won't see me
bold or fabled
or wholly catch
simply peace forever
desire enabled
a deniably sober
factual glimpse
when all
of actual this
suddenly disappears
when all of us
are lost asunder
where all of me
even all of we
are broken mirrors
shards reflecting
chaotic thunder
tokens of lost
this frightening blunder
encompassing lies
fiction from between
a tyrant's pursed lips
our salivating torturer
chanting emperor
your palisades
of war cries
their lasting cost
as this last of us
Mother Earth's
vast sacred host
so recklessly chained
being under that
theoretical fat cat
strangled and staked
under that heretical thumb
blinded and shackled
by all that
yearning raging cackle
politico chat
undermining freedom
unimaginably numb
with all that
racist fascist fear
reminding us that
hell and danger
being always mindful
remains forever truly
always very near
 

                                                   * * * 

 

despite everything
no matter
frightful time
even enlightened
or what
brilliant dreams
or when
sublimely divine
despite life
hard times
all those
righteous challenges
that have 
simply lived
managing over
given time
still everyone
first born
then lived
despite everything
then died
no matter
just how
we came
to be
or even where
whether crawling
perhaps we
treasured flying
every noble calling
still all this vying
even worldly air
we all breathe
is oddly neither
just yours
nor mine
despite what
trying views
anyone's mind
might think
despite all
this worldly
populace gain
still earthly
lordly refrain
those real problems
our modern pain
all this tragic
sustained suffering
how can we
solve enough
beyond all this
buffered rough
fairy tale magic
something that
truly matters
such precious
elementary gifts
all this air
all this water
so we might
breathe life
here we are
drinking revelation
God so willing
this earthly
blessed incarnation
breathing sacred
blessed air
drinking holy
blessed water
such precious
earthly wisdom
despite everything
our errors in judgement
this blessed garden
divine elements
relevant consummation
fulfilling ardent
spiritual elevation

          * * * 

Red Sea
parted living
liquid God
take a breath
weathered Moses
set foot
a measured quest
on that giving
ancient place
speak of dreams
lofty in that
prophetic space
people it seems
swept up
in that
immigration race
out of one
mitigating desert
into some other 
world of consuming
singing sand dunes
Moses reassured
camel backs
a desert ass
once carrying
pastoral truth
along with
that unassuming
spectred wrath
of assuming man 
those stone tablets
resume God
that burning bush
so tell me
what treasure
whose commandments
can there ever be
besides a prayer
pleasing God
let me see
pleasure my lord
let me be
desert leisure 
X into Y
enacting Z
of factual things
we actually buy
what can
everything is possible
go wrong
let me fly
but we 
all know that
spectral truth
is just a sip
of ceremonious poison
a wretched trip
drowned in sweet
Zionist vermouth
so Gaza parted
while trying Egypt 
standing silent
reported violence
just outside
their Palestine
purported door
while resigned Moses
standing there
stares out to sea
wondering what
about Jewish justice
wondering who
not just God
would next
be set free 
just like old
pondering Moses
wondering exactly
if not you
then why me

        * * * 

 

Comrade Lenin
never thought
too bad
but this
Trotsky died
deflected sad
so literal masses
reflected mad
logistic pride
up then down
more spiral
than cycle
a pathetic ride 
no brilliant up
trial knows this
we virus survivors
constantly rising
subliminal oceans
comets don't forget
seas are coming
asterisk sun visors
reality's radiance
converging incisors
surging into
radical regret
so we are
totally smoked out
how many kernels
completely burned up
seeds recently downed
drowning in record floods
swirling hurricane politics
entirety blown around
whirling in high wind
factors like slurp
detritis left overs
those tangled things
like frothing suds
conjuring mangled
like urgent sin
crazy wartime
tangible blood
mindless scuds
Comrade Lenin
your internal
migrant earthquake
changing urinal
at stake atmosphere
nations caught up
in that infernal
reverberating wake
headily still
Trotsky pissing politics
gutted and insane
would have been
fanatically worn
been readily born
yet so forlorn
so utterly torn
Comrade rice and corn
even red potatoes
get spectrum blight
which racial battle
should be political
or be heretical
profound ground
those radicals
soundly lost
muggle gangsters 
hooded thugs
racially salivating
white nights
factual cannibals
a gangland cost
sightless and wandering
rightly left
taking over
selfish self pleasuring
pondering up
hill measuring dale
recording down
covertly capturing
downfall earth
stature drying up 
evasive CO2
so what
rapid rapture
did that
insipid crown
solve cooking
resolve fire
shake life
give a grappling sigh
hanging on
by intentional hook
an eventful reaper
evolving humans
resentful re-education
by conventional book
collects gold
accumulating diamonds
by stealthy crook
pulling humanity's teeth
so this apex
glacial ice
endless mountain
solid stuff
hammering us
remodeling life
as we suffer
rough folds
those remarkably tough
oddly smooth
strangling holds
some where
please please us
please let me
finally find
appeasing mind
sacred springs
a compassionate kind
some time
before that
foretold end
each passion
that free kind
revoking fascism
needing to
invoke rational
a truly spoken one
humanistic find
defining token officiality
social sarcasm
prophetic chat
emotional tradition
micro movements
conservative worms
Stalin's comments
reconfiguring norms
incessant barking
whipping republic dogs
Edison knew it
rigging up storms
why not profit
a metered grid
some regrettably new
social manifesto
so much daring
though morally
worthless words
those mixed up
profitless messes
crutch sharing
silly cordial sentences
marking Lenin's
even Putin's
ordeal place
stamped on
Trotsky's file
they sorely knew
those immoral
wretched intentions
corruptible inventions
marked with blood
remarkable politics
spewing red hot
construing words
like lava power
rivers of molten
irrational flowing
into outer space
more over sinner
this winner
human race
wearing this
tearful whining
war face
song birds fall
colourful fish fail
displaced tigers
violently roared
such a primordial place
more than primal gore
forward into horror
such emotive places
authoritarian grace
elemental dictators
daily marvel
thumbs up
openly applaud
rich into richer
their idol God
but by and by
two thumbs down
frown upon instigators
secretly disappear
protesting mitigators
something like Trotsky
an icy situation
similar to dicey Lenin
or that
current president
which reptilian alien
resident then
lord and master
enthusiastic cheering
drinking fresh blood
securely holed up
surely hunkered down
in confounding bunkers
those elite women
those elitist men
surrounded by astounding
founded in fact
golden ballrooms
each intact buttress
a dictator's zen
each castle fortress
a murderer's den

           * * * 

 

 

blue whales
unduly starving
surely swim
truly carving
through sheer
environmental fear
mirroring depth
deep in that
wretched endless
always more
horrendously barren
daringly epic
courageous sea
low down fare
toxic atmosphere
then up high
thin sky there
quotient foreboding
so emotional
those ocean storms
every ten thousand 
temperamental years
veritable destruction
instrumental endosphere
inevitable collapse
relatively unique
verily elevated
sacredly oblique
this harried planet
lapis earth
each truly passive
lazuli blue
acid daybreak
every cruel morning
haunting lamentations
all our mourning
birds once performed
something pure
each annual migration
adversely gravitational
song bird animation
now that fitting image
life's token chorus
human immigration
openly wrung out
religion hung out
this dry song is broken
tongue in cheek singing
a red spoken rash 
dread speaking grunge
invoking incendiary
dreaded fire
evoking heat
a steady melancholy
before all this
rampant extinction
some other
fiery dying
historical doom
black rejecting white
white reflecting black
inspecting each selection
sweet tweets now
founded in bad chirps
mysterious sounds
some heartless zoom
amoral shellfish
department heads
resolutely hellish
imparting craze
idealistic relish
impartially selfish
capitalistic ways
meanwhile resolution
primary species
search for restitution
seek more revolution
speaking forest
mythical chants
matriarchal constitution
what's left
something like
bar code fusion
one self right
patriarchal institution
a far leftist blight
that idiosyncratic
self righteous bloom
actual loquacious
usual invasive
sustained right
narrow sight
wealth equals profit
harried oral activities
humanity complains
transitory tampering
supposedly everyone
has ample living 
or simple justice
a sample of plenty
more power hampering
each moral
formal cornucopia
hungry for money
all those castle towers
that towering excess
every powerful big box
taking environmental toll
volcanic candies
earthquake flowers
those big boxes
viral stores full
believing ecosystems
never truly die
consumers are born
so forever spend
belief obstructing whales
oceans chiefly starving
so sorely horrible
each toxic sea
what we see
ocean reef destruction
such social grief
emotional disorder
it makes me cry
moreover all those beings
breathing being poor
sequestered subservience
each contested 
questionable interference
investing in relinquish
story book extinction
all my sorry
feathered sisters
flying brothers
measure all your poor
lost family and friends
each worldly treasure
all that earthly beauty
remarkable plumage
glorious feathers
brilliant radiant colours
songbirds gone forever
fossilize your folly 
tie all that wounded
grumbling belly
to our wounded mother
bury ignorance
think evolution
imagine this
splendid earth
create forgiveness
unending holy
rationalize humanity 
we are resilient
but those devils
evil money suckers
relentless power
that just doesn't
give a damn
always destroying
commit to finally
what they do
what they never
ever admit
how will we
finally end
upend this
monstrous being
what we are
to all of them
they are rushing
spending fairytale
lush systemic lives
endemically everything
trending chemically
condemning glaciers
spending what we see 
this modern world
industrial modernity
reality has finally
that reverberation
finality we hear
imagine fake
everything becoming
completely insane
revealing inhuman
unraveling unfurled
just unbelievable
what they take
demanding give
but final dreams
commanding world
those starving whales
redeeming song lines
so seemingly
what gives us
our dream life
whales starving
this sudden change
reframing sunlight
rearranging atmosphere
ultimately blaming
each crazed
destructive puzzle
technological part
just going wrong
what we thought
right really is
just simply isn't
what always was
was just something
at least alright
now blending
artificial mind
human AI
robot something
artfully bending
hopeful confusion
into all that
wishful light
those reducing things
always just out of sight
I know this right
try inducing
trusted thinking now
I'm mustering wishful
this artificial reality
must artfully be
universally improved
recondition this
continental current
ever fatalistic
everything systemic
conditional moves
their rendition of justice
starving whales
additional populations
boxed up
this big box affair
guesstimating toxic ocean
so tell me
estimating sun flares
try emotionally
we all breathe
but our needy
greedy overlords
what freedom man
steely big brother
what should we do
maybe some father
universal Sun God
will finally come
change things
reform us all
still controversial
civil good
rearrange our up
out of this
awkward down
maybe toward
virtual creation
brother father
a lover God
sister mother
arriving from
some distant
insistent constellation
firmly tracing universe
embracing blistered
racing minds
face and hands
tell us truly
insistent love
something charming
warm loving arms
non-harmful things
all that very good
altruistic reasoning
always inflamed
sometimes alarmed
being ritualistic
disarmed by those
anxious starving
blue whale pods
this final swim
our current dreams
mostly dim and lost
me and thee
are cost redemption
swept far out to sea
perhaps something
more unconventional
a new arrival
one emotional god
too sublime and ghostly
but ancient Neptune
gritty Davy Jones
fitting memories
ultimately refined
post majestic Poseidon
guiding will
as well as wishing
blessing schools
those precious
pools of fish
honouring sacred
refreshing magnificence
what should be
white and blue whales
some divine charm
that would surely
be something
but where is truth
can justice ever
explore that ocean
that moral deep
a foreboding place
beneath that dark
subversive veil
every hidden truth
all our forgotten
contingent guardians
what is
forever hidden
if we were
truly clever
we would
listen more
closely to ancient
passionate stories
those lamentations
all what rational
compassion avails
love and honour
cherish humans
passionately respect
mother's starving
divine blue whales

           * * * 

 

so you are
with God now
what alien desert
which foreign jungle
blissful heaven
or is it
empty space
something ethereal
something to do
with this
human race
so you are
with God now
which mosque
what church
sentient temple
or is it
just something
a drafty cave
some holy knave
so you are
with God now
are you
still dreaming
can you
see and hear
what if 
blind silence
becomes you
within that
sacred ark
so you are
with God now
holding that
eternal hand
does creation
hold onto
sacred light
flame and spark
can you
still behold
creative beauty
truly understand
what is 
good and right
so tell me
about heaven
is it choice
or is it
even destiny
can you
ever touch
God's heavenly stars
creative leavening
maybe time
or some
blood sacrifice
would change
even rearrange
each enticing
divine scene
desert manna cake
revelation jungle
with ambrosia icing
so you are
with God now
is there something
sacred fire
holy water
or is it
relative space
dressed and undressed
in holy attire
if you would
simply tell us
what it is
where you are
caressing souls
angel choirs
addressing lords
so God now
that holy realm
is that something
self immolation
wholly impressive
ethereal embarkation
is it everything
thought as creation
word into starlight
is it one thing
or some other
refinement time
is it poetry
is some song
resonating there
some fine
graceful place
finial resonance
where bliss
where love
divine God
is all of this
some burning realm
where fiery creation
is so deep
so absolutely true
completion embraced
is all of this
some yearning self
where live and die
still somehow
is it
what we keep
light and love
completely entranced
so you are
with God now
married to that
divine romance
those sacred kisses
that holy touch
what we want
what we need
God is love
so you are
with God now
living and dying
embracing holy
you are right
with God now
that sublime creed
you are light
with God now
majestically divine
immortal seed

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here I am
bowing something
before sordid
terminal gates
some ethereal
mystical state
beneath me
cloven hooves
a Satyr's gait
unraveling logistics
I'm somewhere
within this
conceptual labyrinth 
Hall of deception
Country of defeat
surrounding completely
profundity repleat 
a vast sepulture
freshly dug
complimentary graves
profoundly in that
cemetary of scripture
resurrection at last
some autonomic 
cosmically corrected
mnemonic plan
yet correctly
still I am
contemplatively here
coptically trying 
vying for clarity
clearly hoping
to see
beyond closed gates
measuring hopes
weighing fears
whether I
or you
or is it just
raving me
to dearly wish 
or even know
how or why
composing heaven
comprimising hell
those two things
just shouldn't
lie to us
no matter 
how hard 
we try
if we can't
discard defiance
regarding ring
a tolling bell
if we fail
reframe invoke
that palling call
remain still
we lived
given yet
falling short
constantly tempted
even tempered
so self-absorbed
relentlessly hampered
trampled beneath
contemptuous greed 
strenuous corruption
all those parts
disingenuous hearts
contemptibly troubling
this needy world 
greed bubbling
blood and stubble
seeding corruption
beyond order
erupting disruption
dark nights
out of every crack
chaotic days 
trackless contests
liberally derived
hacking disorder
disrupting nights
stacking contestable
detestable sights
overly overlapping
graphic horror 
insistently trapping 
incorrigible consent
time serving
that contested state
of cease and desist
serving your own grief
a fervent groove
if not
behooving reprieve
where we are
completely sated
utterly filled 
thus we are
primal servitude 
servants in this
servile kingdom
moral strife
realizing this
our selfish
selfless action
both measurable
kerf into curvature
those geometric
geocentric transactions
not always
forever good
or eternally right
but finally 
lasting gifts
acrid God
might save us
share catheters
insert spiritual acid 
drip life
into those nasty
every gaping rift
slipping still
we did not
pray for light
because we
would not 
or we could not
honestly live life
perfectly right
outside prefecture
those iron gates
where fearfully
I am
a tearful place
an ample sum
of timely destiny
that has 
errantly come
feral time
inherently gone 
so I am
advertently weary
as of certain late
fickle questions
optimistic love 
pickled resolution
pessimistic hate
order seeking
realistic balance
a simplistic
sacred light 
measuring borders
a mystic's wisdom 
embracing divine
altruistic enlightenment
enlightened by
flaming swords
that serving
perfect peace
perfect circles
curvature encircling
respectable angles
especially encompassing
perfect squares
if only triangles
my angular heart
were always true
I wonder
if lightning love 
would be
so savage
voracious cannibals
insatiably tearing
eating away
fractured souls
depleting what was
at one time
something whole
now defeated me
scarred and wounded 
shackled at these
gates to hell
I want to think
is restitution tangible
can this institution
I nightly ponder
conjure free spirit
even remake me
I have to wonder 
what about heaven
those pure gates 
beyond fairytale
storybook dreams 
what bliss looks like
deciphering destiny
or is it futile
surely fate
this veritable
state we're in
wandering ethereal
winding roads
sometimes one path
less traveled
we sound
finding ourselves
a found summation
some sort of math
but blindly
vastly mystified 
spiritually unraveled
traveling along some
grim gravel 
leaving us 
unraveled and dim
trembling and wanting
hoping truth
nothing but
barren shelves
real love 
always trying
to find ourselves
to all of us
love's passionate hold
might be kind
tender compassionate arms
turning us around
reminding us
spinning something
long forgotten
a crested cradle
tilt and sway
a burning candle
flaming outwardly
urging us onwards
those shimmering 
shining pearly gates
burning inwardly
where finally
forging forward
we meet heaven
where all
our words
become one
only thought
where soulful
revelation cries
recite heartfelt
invoke and prayer
some sacred leavening
peel back
healing everything
repealing years
enlightened relief
from all those
terrifying fears
reveal something
iconic parchment 
revel anxiously
within those
onion layers
dispel love's
careless lies
fix life's
mistaken failures
compel waves
redirecting shadows
conjuring divinity
spells and magic
ruling gravity
true news
real refreshment
healing wounds
letting humanity
revealing soul
duly knowing
groundfall truth
molding profound lives
behold sound love
alive and well
compassion is
truly fashionable
a caring God
through passion
a rational God 
being here
or being there
almighty God
something to be
omni sighted
forever present
simply clever
every where
God's providence
got evidence
be somewhere
because here we are
for some odd paternal
internal reason
check maternal
affectionate living
truly care
yet crazed
this strange
germinating season
cultivating thought 
a sensuous scene
dreaming affirmation
something about
realizing information
eternal life
really clearly
truly very
nearly assuming
real love
those deep
soulful feelings
we do hold
so truly dear
really something
filled with compassion
voracious love
consuming irrational
something wanted
passionate wants
always really needing
ways of deep
entrancing embrace
unruly sacred fire
sparks truly conjoined
roiling and boiling
knowing holy water
that divine ark
universe rejoicing
embracing factual light
actually modulating
recoiling oceans
continents of toil
all those invited
harmonic voices
still here I am
with third eye sight
embracing vibration
so revelation it seems
is choice and right

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