Zebediah Kush
what about Gaia
that planetary plush
what about dying
Jebediah Push
elation is crying
another bloody rush
my eyeballs blinked
thinking way too much
are we just out of touch
seeing everything jinxed
each commentary nudge
relatively tattooed
collectively inked
those reverberating tubes
reactive timeless sludge
every promontory link
that fountain bus stop
where archangels actively
come to cry
I bought a ticket
to angel heaven
thinking elated high
delighted glaciers melt
drinking changing ice
thinking instinctive dry
now wouldn't it
be terribly nice
if things were 
caringly always good
Zebediah Kush
would somberly rejoice
dangling silently within
his ancient violent wood
Jebediah Push
might refrain than attain
from new fangled bad
instead regain lost innocence
consuming cost effective
homegrown better food
all in all our planet
Gaia choiring Mother Earth
improving Red Riding Hood 
daring that muttering wolf
removing every unsharing cloak
those utter hood desires
something real truth would
divulging something better
those destructive fangs
acquiring indulgent proof
being good caring vampires
as real truth always should
as inspired Electra believes
without always backfiring
rewired we always could

                * * * 
 

 

all this
high strangeness
all our 
lost humaneness
what ever
may come
sly aloofness
all that
crying goofiness
I'm not
seeing much
determined changeness
seeing such
consuming caginess
if suddenly
this world
destructively ends
if suddenly
this planet
unfortunately sends
everything spiraling
into that
exploding sun
where eruption
assuming radiation
exposes something
shall resume
exposing layers
refusing prayers
what soothsayers
spoke about
dreamy cares
long before
hell won
everything over
that leftover
physical reaction
humans thought
universal action
would never
actually happen
because God
would always
save us
in someway
before even
all this
high strangeness
decided we
our humanness
didn't matter
because being
constructively lost
our sacredness
such great
eternal cost
wouldn't suffice
couldn't ever
simply revise
what God
always had
universal mind
physically clad
within God's
celestial kind
that loving
holy trine

     * * *

 

death seems
closer now
beyond yesterday's
lucid dreams
what happened
to all those
remarkably inclusive
best rainbow scenes
those absolutely beautiful
resolutely azure blue
crystal clear skies
at night those
faraway mesmerizing stars
what about those
rough gravel roads
those tough scenes
I dreamt of Mars
difficult miles and miles
bounded by wretched
barbed razor wire
ringed by all that
gripping crazy wicked 
demeaning desert desire
what about those
immeasurably fantastic realms
of simpler treasured times
what about those
fabulous golden sunsets
those days and nights
that gloriously rhymed
somehow I feel
some timely peace
knowing that nothing
lasts truly forever
somehow I still
need caring love
knowing earthly love
can't last forever
those songs I've sung
love's romantic lyrics
that touched my heart
those poems I've written
words that vouched
so much defining hard
desperate always describing
maybe crying death
will try coming
on crouching tomorrow
or sooner if this
trying universe demands
maybe this world
will feel some sorrow
perhaps mystic loons
will mystically sing
before they choose
to magically land
to perfectly perform
their majestic dance
this glorious planet
that we live on
a place for all
to peaceably be
why can't we
just live here
forever live lovingly
hand in hand
maybe clever dreams
will tell us
that things really
need to change
death is something
or so it seems
nothing less than
something truly strange
that strange place
where strangely everything
eventually goes to die
opening closed hearts
finally reveal to open eyes
announcing proposed truth
instead of composing lies
we're all casualties
of uncertain life
we're always rolling
loaded casino dice
maybe love will
bring us peace
perhaps wicked time
will think twice
before we must
lay down to die
perhaps poetry
and rhymes
will provide some
moral advice
I really don't
have an answer
besides rain
as liquid water
other than winter's
frozen ice
time may give
us answers
to life's questions
that we all have
some things
we'll never know
some things
we'll never see
but life and death
are all there is
we're living in this
riveting eternal show
love and hate is what
this existence always gives
but truth is something
we may never know
maybe redemption will come
to take our hand
show us true love
reflecting God's perfect light
now that death
seems somewhat closer
perhaps I'll still
have those dreams
that make me notice
realizing that life
is noticeably seldom
what it usually seems
maybe when death
finally steadfastly comes
I'll finally feel
lastly truly satisfied
maybe when my eyes
close that one last time
I'll truly know my soul
has been truly blessed
so surely defined and gratified

               * * * 

 

fluid something
unlike solid
past everything
flowing haphazardly
through cracks
down holes
filling emptiness
beyond casual
leaving evidence
wet tracks
actual traces
molding souls
withholding abstinence
corroding elegance
like tears
scolding faces
fluid truth
eroding lies
reminding everything
fluid happens
like fire
into smoke
invading places
where solid
never goes
like flames
licking fuel
consuming ego
assuming grace
like divinity
always flows
through cracks
down holes
filling emptiness
reminding usual
assuming soul
redemptive whole

        * * * 

what king
stays siege
to trying
staying brazen
castle legions
whose treasure
lies deep
within holy
spiritual walls
heroically measured
sacred stone
contriving discovery
constituting song
revising recovery
inside treasured
appearing nigh
gemstone thought
who would
never want
absolute gold
advise whether
clever control
takes hold
of sacred
rendering wealth
boldly unmasking
kingdom's castle
features hidden
amending stealth
within heaven's
solid stone
castle walls
all that
spiritual treasure
which kingdom
knowingly installs
all that
spiritual measure
where kingdom
spiritual pleasure
stoically calls

       * * * 

 

should you ever
crack your nut
cleverly implanting it
or should you
plant karma whole
sacred into soil
perfect forever uncracked
would being that
fertile elemental ground
should be holy
or could unfounded
infertile artificial mounds
gardens of folly
dry desert do
I'm asking this
because truly I
inciting serious me
could never know
I'm still forever
somehow truthfully thinking
what am I
even timelessly wondering
if nuts knew
could forever be
that perfect nut
still having dreams
about just which
what comes true
about caring mother
some sacred tree
still having hopes
about sibling nuts
either blessed them
might root somewhere
or restive me
if we're growing
fertile good flowing
rich knowing soil
or other something
resembling desert moil
then over time
years measuring tears
each overt lifetime
sobering mysterious hopes
bravely wanting growth
hoping for moisture
sunshine into wisdom
inflection mustering water
integrating cosmic fears
admitting God knows
urgency cracked me
godly monarch nuts
inciting tactful life
so seldom perfect
perhaps finding life
might be cracked
inviting emergent nuts
exuding hopeful feelings
believing tacit something
growing into trees
just like normal
you and me
needing enough water
wanting enough love
dreaming perfect nurturing
so that life
might always forgive
planting cracked shells
unwrapping whole selves
requesting cracked life
correct this world
besting hellish strife
reminding cracked nuts
wisdom's never folly
nuts are sacred
remember wholesome loving
God equally giving
nurturing karma's dell
uncracked reflecting holy
featuring planting well
bountiful living in
sacred's uncracked shell

             * * * 

 

something about us
this human thing
if only truth
if true love
could change us
purity bringing goodness
all those things
we always need
fixing shattered lives
credence surely should
mend broken hearts
amend confused minds
yet we are
still only human
needing in kind
truth and love
much wanted comfort
which is something
we never truly
very easily find
what if war
created positive truth
instead endless lies
what if hope
took away fear
what about hopeless
creating endless tears
what if love
a truthful thing
caressed human kind
instead true life
loves breaking hearts
what if God
corrected confused minds
instead we plod
confused by mindless
war's endless refuse
injecting hateful designs
war's mindless abuse
deflecting loving truth
creating unrelenting tears
war's heartless truth
inventing loveless mines
this human thing
creating hopeless fears
this human thing
all yours and mine

             * * *  

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

           * * * 

 

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

                * * *  

 

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

        * * *

 

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

      * * *

 

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

           * * * 

 

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

        * * * 

 

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

            * * * 

 

how often
this inner
creative vision
insists dreams
rebuild conviction
connectivity cementing
broken shards
shattered glass
reflection commenting
ceramic words
human mosaics
flint limbs
quartz eyes
refined copper
into molten
defining words
directing lava
into vast
deep crevasses
a forceful
lasting age
everyone tinted
corroded green
resentment pages
explosive mouths
every one
imploding north
exploding south
recourse dreams
those temptations
minted original
co-existent love
out pouring
resistant co-dependence
realistic turnabout
augmenting archaic
molten steel
magic occurring
profound zeal
every compromise
coping inspiration
scoping both
true south
unruly north
speaking sage
fueling means
refusing hate
tempered resistance
resisting fate
what good
is love
when rage
consumes us
what good
is love
when storms
surround us
when assumption
confounds us
how often
could vision
restore sight
how often
can love
repair things
what was
always wrong
can love
create things
make them
instrumentally strong
smelting love
that inner
inventive vision
pressing love
into heartfelt
soulful intrusion
convincing love
infusing dreams
both me
as well
as you
confessing guilt
what we
truly felt
what we
exactly knew
can come
divinely true

      * * * 

 

I try
not too
easily hate
difficult goodbyes
my mother
says that
I say
that too
no matter 
how hard
we try
it seems
difficult goodbyes
leaving everything
things unsaid
nothing simple
those things
difficult words
we dread
my tongue
dried meat
my mouth
parched desert
my mind
jumbled emotion
my eyes
running tears
my heart
bleeding dear
my ears
hearing words
I hate
to hear
goodbye son
more tears
goodbye mum
words hurt
goodbye love
touching fear
all those
hidden tigers
tearing us
to pieces
all those
sharpened swords
carving us
to bits
if only
we didn't
have to
ever say
those goodbyes
wouldn't it
always be
a perfect
joyous day
blue sky
that wouldn't
could not 
never ever
sadly die
making us
fall down
my love
to cry
and cry

   * * * 

 

someone asked
are you
really happy
my blistered
abstract feelings
what is
true happiness
I'm wandering
seeking truth
I'm wondering
abruptly floundering
even drowning
what becomes
of us
lost souls
wrapped here
in life's
troubled gap
what happiness
can there
ever be
what about
token lying
should we
continue crying
all this
broken trying
not so
very subtle
finally dying
I have
somehow done
maybe somewhere
love will
maybe sometime
true love
will somehow
find me
wretched time
will reveal
some honest
better truth
make me
clearly see
happiness is
something real
maybe time
will stop
getting real
let me
find something
my wretched
broken self
buried deep
beneath love
embrace me
before hell
suddenly turns
burning day
to that 
yearning night
where sadness
truly lives
absolving gladness
wretched me
abject hell
where happiness
can never
ever be
something good
because tragically
something true
this deep
drowning sadness
has somehow
taken us
to that
tragic place
where honestly
I've fallen
out of grace
such hopelessness
depressing space
watching you
little sister
suddenly snatched
completely away
gripping death
so happiness
just wouldn't
could never
ever stay

      * * * 

 

I surfaced
after diving
religiously deep
my prayers
unanswered tomes
some thing
we need
those indigenous
relative poems
choose salmon
schooling towards
troubled streams
currents bruised
ocean Orcas
their untold
magnificent brilliance
two tones
pure white
exotic dreams
midnight black
motion resilience
outstanding tack
emotional zones
commanding truly
cetaceous singing
reminding us
life is
bindingly important
natural things
spawning salmon
nature is
mindful religion
preaching Orcas
sacred nature
practical pillars
oceans feeding
critical forest
breaching unnatural
boastful human
egotistical dreams
nature pleading
ocean choruses
beseeching God
entreating conditional
religious prayers
supernaturally praising
sensational magic
creative layers
environmentally tragic
we are
radioactive players
reactive surfacing
actively drowning
beneath us
torn fabric
above us
mental sounding
elemental salmon
suffering Orcas
human fracas
crude grounding
detrimental daze
lewd mammon
religious craze
true famine
modern world
extinction phase

        * * * 

 

some people
push buttons
until there's
fiery explosion
dire eruption
of emotion
something horrid
slick puke
beyond nuclear
telling comprehension
we stumble
something putrid
fumble falling
into heaps
something stupid
self destruction
where sorrow
hatred lives
some fate
of humankind
ringing bells
tricked mind
storied destiny
red flags
where everything
eventually crumbles
who can
ever tell
but nothing
consecrated humble
after that
living storms
who knows
we tumble
seeking truth
beseeching love
yet then
we wake
discover below
even above
our lifelong
torrential trouble
no love
broken bubbles
so uncouth
white flags
old age
unblinking rage
perhaps surviving
being caged
after youth

       * * *

 

you wanna fight
go join some army
that offbeat place
for true squares
you wanna groove
go dig daddy-O
that hep place
you shape your move
so choose daddy-O
so cool man
smooth trick daddy-O
that freedom jam
groovin slick and sure
you fix your move
swing it man
jingle jangle grooves
something new daddy-O
that new fandango
you are on man
such a graceful face
where beat talks
that fateful place
beatniks and hepchicks
more action daddy-O
something smooth
so very slick
cool grooves man
more new beats 
slam those strings
beatnik cats and chicks
wham bam those things
blow those brass horns
your groovy shoes babe
your beat adorned
hey daddy-O
kisses and cigarette flicks
that beat groove
every slick move
so now daddy-O
all those crimson lips
winsome poets man
every beatnik line
so it is man
those swinging hips
cool touch refined
dig it babe
deep into deeper
explicit grooves babe
shear rhythm man
poetic precision babe
my darling beatnik fan
don't be square gabe
share that beat and nik
all that poetry
those beatniks played
groove chords made
fighting's for squares man
beatniks love those lines
make it true
cool blue cat
skinny grooves defined
hepcats and beatchicks
those shimmy moves
something re-refined
cool poetry slick
just cool inclined
meet groovy tricks
hepcats and hepchicks
being hep defined

          * * * 

 

that demon
inside you
chase it out
all that fear
toss it out
those demons
hiding deep
inside you
excommunicate them
evil hiding
inside you
chase it out
crucify wickedness
nail that
to your cross
designate vindictiveness
as something
you refuse
to see
immolate everything
you never
want to be
so dream
about hope
things might
absolutely seem
completely hopeless
resolutely molten
when everything
seems dire
living demons
humanity desires
all existence
trembles uncontrollably
all semblance
of real hope
resembling sanity
such pure water
human evolution
assembling dreams
inner revolution
far beyond
our human vanity
those demons
your thought
controlling you
what meaning
are those
hopeful dreams
extolling love
when desire
devils rule
your human
deepest fire
those dreams
we have
everything love
truly desires

      * * * 

 

such great
imperfect change
over centuries
miracle time
all this
resilient adventure
all this
intrepid humanity
nothing necessarily
seemingly conventional
everything eerily
perhaps intentional
personal dietetics
such greatness
exploring recipes
cultural goals
constructing those
cultural gods
irreversible alphabets
something like
instructing A
capitol rhymes
so everything
becoming Zee
such capital
maybe then
in insistent
voracious time
we'll somehow
truly find
perfect change
mending hurt
while tears
describing pain
even poetically
vibrate down
our genetically
human cheeks
all those
perfect fears
those impending
not so
very subtle
irreversible changes
perhaps then
over centuries
we'll discover
controversial time
indicates nomenclature
dictating recovery
such resilience
within such
orbital nature
within that
amazing stature
with that
graphic miracle 
covalent change
where alphabets
A tonal
to that
artistic Zee
becoming one
resolving bets
somehow then
irreversibly insane
such great
even inane 
furtive change
over centuries
recovers that
didactic human
absolutely soulful
holy range

       * * * 

 

I tried
to fit
my geometric
eccentric self
into something
onto some
less eclectic
yet random 
recourse shelf
my tangled
unusual angles
my testy
messed up
controversial bits
inside this
social box
confessing this
I sometimes
feel strangled
it's all
mingling bursts
rebel fits
maybe if
I somehow
familially orbit
resolve now
to angle
something more
or less
so I
might find
some how
I do
somehow fit
but only
if geometry
is somehow
finally rearranged
at least
a bit
I was
on that
very verge
coming apart
emergently curving
my self
into some
random refuge
then subversive
amorphous me
turning up 
as smoke
sulphur flares
because words
I spoke
utterly dimensional
revealing this
my sensational
utterly unconventional
madhouse dare

        * * * 

 

then one day
you wake up
realize you have
lost everything
breathe in
feeling lost 
breathe out
you've lost
life's human game
you wake up
rub your eyes
at this point
realizing this
that you have
somehow lost
your sacred way

      * * *  

 

dry crust
yellow earth
smoke for air
what about water
our fluid thirst
life's liquid worth
does anybody
truly care
an anxious stare
could be worse
skin could burn
lose our hair
radio-active surely
war's daring intercourse
taking us there
caring is worthy
so what choice
yet out there
bewitched water
twitching atmosphere
wretched acrid air
testament endearing
basic intentional ways
fiendish humans
surely tainted
elevated revelance
dry earth
sigh sigh sigh
acid air
doubt doubt doubt
refrain from fainting
what drought brings
deserted flustered crust
maybe then again
lustful hurricanes
notorious category five
mega-cyclone floods
infernal mega-storms
burning acid rain
return to desert
more mega-drought
tasking droning AI
mad money
phony trust
Mars honey
masking total loss
crude iniquitous fiefdoms
inventing phone things
what is left
restrictive freedom
rude liquid
inglorious fluid jive
what could remain
should anything
still be alive
this crusted earth
yellow smoky air
what jello water
is truly worth
pumpjack levers
our basic thirst
seems manic petroleum
remains ridiculously clever
firstly just panic
how much
should plastic
even try
dreaming colder
reality ever hotter
could we ever
dream resolve
a perfect touch
clear clean water
clean clear air
should we
ever truly
resolve to care
distilling things
what daring
truly matters
climate change
corruption splitting hairs
economic distillation
corrupt institution brings
spitting mad hatters
dystopian things
earth's fluid harmony
air and water
charter of rights
populations scattered
civil freedom
all hope shattered

          * * * 

 

I remember
your touch
holding you
oh that
delicious rush
I remember
just how
I felt
how we
could suddenly
melt together
I would
truly feel
yearning passion
your love 
your burning
downunder fashion
I thought
we should
would last
die together
not fall
so far
tragically apart
badly hurting
I'm still
sadly crashing
I thought
our love
was real
we weren't
just flirting
all that
magic time
dreams about
enigmatic rhymes
how things
could have
should have
lovingly been
but this
inverted ocean
overtly vast
keeping us
covertly far
impossibly apart
I thought
we'd launch
compassionately together
stand by
on Mars
staring out
staunch there
love reflecting
far off
distant earth
resist shouting
calling out
love's game
insistent doubt
blaming me
you can
name me
for failing
true love
for sailing
across oceans
far away
wondering how
I'd ever
really find
my way
somehow back
to you
pondering now
rendered notions
stretched across
tragically sketched
wretched time
lasting oceans
painfully etched
as endings
often go
rendered sketchy
that need
we have
to remember
so truly
do we
surely know
if we
newly remember
love's touch
how much
we resembled
perfect love
just how
we trembled
so much
remember everything
hurtful love
our dismembered
disabled love
dying embers
cold ash
sadly remember
our love burning
our mad fire
our living love
our mad desire

        * * * 

 

I keep
telling myself
don't panic
I'm not
on fire
though life
I know
real flames
some things
needily incinerated
void things
not very
far away
I keep
poking myself
demanding things
provoking those
other games
giving in
that shack
I am
living in
deriving moments
also ran
I keep
reminding myself
equating manic
with every
dire fire
leaving nothing
except ash
giving nothing
except crashing
beyond loathing
brash dreams
igniting flames
beneath boasting
trash games
panic mostly
with each
flaming train

       * * * 

 

earth plumbing
eco frailty
politico importance
environ portent
mental extant
worthy reality
draining things
liquid flowing
flushing solids
keeping things
actively going
like a shower
requisition singing
timely additive
oil into water
that subject closet
selective composite
amplitude convergence
flash paper idols
proud toilet fuel
amplified resurgence
proud flesh knowing
what goes in
each griping
truth or sin
every twitch
what comes
bewitchingly out
day gripping
obstinate night
trusting gravity
reviewing doubt
push that old
truly nervous bout
in and out
transcend vanity 
everyone sighing
descending further
somewhat closer
to vain insanity
reserving shouts
wanting to be
just somewhere
needing really
to explicitly pee
then something
implicit key
rusty plumbing
flustered crying
crusty depravity
censured prying
got to run
escape dying
maybe walking
before some
life numbing
disrespectful leak
critical importance
planetary plumbing
maintaining zones
it is
just those
stock piling
market things
flushing volumes
liquidity flowing
channeling gushing
keeping things
reactively growing
monetarily knowing
corporate care
making greed good
productive humming
maintain profit
fluid drumming
motivational water
flowing streams
shareholder plumbing
gravitational dreams
religiously needy
deep into greedy
feeling exalted
politically seedy
corporate plumbing
that golden calf
that bathroom alter
destiny should 
fate can
it could
intentionally falter
plumbing understood

          * * * 

 

that stoic moment
when bliss comes
such heroic glory
when heaven arrives
blazing stardust falls
God's brazen light
something extra blessed
everything discernably perfect
hearing heaven calling
determinably everything
 absolutely right
fifty thousand
eons ago
just yesterday
I suppose
that iconic moment
when bliss came
such pacific glory
when heaven arrived
applauding drums
hunter gatherers
lauding tribal stories
living nomadic life
season matters
hunting food
building hearth
gathering fuel
stardust falls
guilding home
nurturing fire
everything blessed
seeking perfection
day nodding into night
God's divine sight
heartbeats calling
continuing into what
drum beats agree
what we continue
that same thing forever
what we endlessly see
continuing enthronement
in these prononimal
you and we
phenomenal moments
hunter gatherers
us and them
those that are slaves
those that are free

          * * * 

 

critique muck
critical moisture
sucked out
ridiculing earth
liturgical atmosphere
sucking moisture
out of worth
dry dry dry
evaporating choices
thus new birth
this alpha
doubtful environment
such is omega
drought science
sigh sigh sigh
creation flows
cherished water
comes and goes
perishable matters
oceans of algae
salt water knows
demanding salt flats
expanding deserts
commanding exasperation
failing springs
profound evaporation
understanding that
atmospheric aspiration
ground water
quickly disappearing
moisture altered
parched earth
what about
yearning desert
is it
ever worth
parching measures
what liability
reasonable weather
seasonal earth
what is
reliably viable
truly worth
forsaking treason
in this current
forsaken season
this current
reactionary pleasure
blurry reasons
every fire
blaming fate
burned up
trust forgotten
like Saint Anthony
water music
nature begotten
living rivers
fluid movement
psaltery treasure
like Arctic ice
glacial palaver
holy water
climate advice
say prayers
your purity
vital moisture
assisting security
sacred forever
nature's surety

       * * * 

 

do something
creative intelligence
be something
creative humanity
explosive relevance
realizing something
functional excellence
creating this
chosen vanity
debating this
perhaps insanity
satiating bliss
elevating inanity
demanding this
understand calamity
tortured souls
do something
shackled lives
invite treachery
who knows
debate adventurous
deep holes
delegating purpose
being something
creative purchase
regulating surplus
interpretation versus
reciting service
regimental prevalence
creating this
delusional circus
elevating this
usual decadence
accelerating negligence
political deference
celebrating arrogance
perpetuating elements
vitalizing criminality
instrumental immorality
terrorizing benevolence
advertising elegance
finalizing abnormality

            * * * 

 

it's this
we consume
it is
this consummation
we are
ego realization
knock on wood
tango rhythm
what about
sacred rhyme
don't assume
ego attenuation
what about
miracle divination
consuming limitation
ego trip
ripping inclination
that trippy beat
unassuming vibration
waves of life
require light
absorb that
rhythmic show
some thing
acquired right
something deep
to chew on
our consuming
isn't senseless
life's consummation
just breathing air
resume consensus
we are there

        * * * 

 

revolution dawg
some thing
volition heavy
dig it up
kick it around
chew on it
evolution dawg
something heady
pick it up
study it
toss it around
feast on it
restitution dawg
some thing
randomly bloody
slice it up
drag it
all around
prey on it
revolving cogs
wrench into
every thing
some thing
obviously needy
grease it up
twist it around
swig it down
vital tonic
founding holy
manic ground
sound dawg
humanity's velocity
evolvingly profound

         * * *  

 

secret rave
group share
if I were
average young
I'd groove
exactly there
grind a hole
into some
exacting future
rotate deep
refracting left
remind myself
just where
craze lives
jive lands
random toll
raw rave
demanding man
graven images
same groove
golden idols
some bridge
reformed trolls
mulling over
secret places
decipher those
stranger faces
cypher this
those drilling
delightful moves
if hyper groove
swept in
doubtless proof
this fingering trip
some viper thing
just utmost
a fandango grip
raving really
swollen lips
craving pleasure
desirous movement
your secret cave
true measure
a secret rave
utter leisure
creative raving
featuring treasure
uncaged craving
seizing pleasure

        * * * 

 

far seeing
inner vision
just vibration
you know
which one
life decision
keeping you
continuity being
dreaming you
consequential elevation
being alive
drive frequency
such rapture
revealing dreams
capturing resiliency
neo-plasmic scenes
AI it seems
consecrating rhythm
manufracturing sequence
spiritually contracting
delegated memes
ritually fantastic
AI honey
algorithm cream
my vibration
keeping me
rhythmically moving
movement is deep
frequent sense
so immense
like eternal loving
subsequently debatable
sensible things
inventive dreams
frequently involving
convincing revelation
evolving incentive
that human
heart beat
that dancing fire
such radiant heat
romancing desire
that hungry ground
each human cry
menu responding
eternally profound
raw rave sound
tribal drum beat
some viral vibration
hoodoo stricken
remaking us
voodoo chicken
into something
radiance complete
that lick vibration
all of us
just slick libation
speaking fire
reaching status
spirit inclination
living desire
teaching us
thinking higher

        * * * 

 

vibes man
tiesto to ozora
so deep
boom boom
into adhana
tomorrow land
oompa pah 
deep brah
an acid bath
some true
energetically convincing
garden path
those full moons
reflected beams
treasures brah
shining gems
respectful troops
those grouped crewbies
introspection bro
stewed wild berries
so few things
hanging ripe
I saw you
pleasure man
way back brah
mentor park brah
then again
Moses was there
nearing deliverance
making mud cakes
soothing woodstock
back before
stockyard choosing
bison grazing
mindful prairie
burning man
replacing endless
grinding desert
east taunting west
then brah
daunting measures
way way back
standing there
two cracked hairs
lying in a knot
tying beat
with those
other niks
brash brah
stretch outward
match sticks
ingress bro
magic licks
towards combustion
rash flaming
arousing that
un-named centre
untamed mentally bro
forward zen
totally man
score ten
out of ten
expand then
inward brah
push enter
reach blah
blah blah 
beseech blah
towering man
I was there
empowering man
sensing rah
that extra 
rich hip
recurring stigmata
see saw
intel antenna
fruit salad slaw
trend freedom
blank screen
ultra sheen brah
blanket dreaming
solid cream
I saw you
way way
back then
electric rah
something fermenting
eclectic brah
something new
truth invented
way way
back man
like light
mew zach
perching high
some thin
resonating wire
vibrating brah
merch guys
purchased grins
bitch trying brah
chasing blends
haste brah
displacement ends
chaste man
tracing sins bro
complacent friends
vibes brah
light shows
way way
back then
make it
widely known
as a round
grounding venue
haste brah
amend things
mew zach
resonating pleasure
what rendering
resonant singing
truly brings
vibrations brah
those holy things

         * * * 

 

I found myself
still unconscious
when I woke
still unaware
I couldn't
help myself
but wonder
just where
I was
if this wasn't
chastened hell
I simply thought
for a moment
this was factually
some actual void
I actually tried
to simply stand
but all those
simple words
just trying
to amply lift me
somehow up
those simple words
falling beside myself
failing my soul
that holy ghost
just laying outside
of simple me
holy water dripped
from my soul
into every wound
passionately baptising
every suffering scar
compassionately chastising
gruff angry me
I'm anchored there
no heavy chains
around my enlightened
contrite self
no steely locks
no jail cell
simply my own
relative pain
no incarceration hell
yet laying there
relational despair
still playing fateful
flailing faithful me
I tried to think
this wasn't manic
I tried
staying calm
not hearing
no graven music
I was trying
not to panic
reverend Raven
descended crying
talking to myself
reverential haven
converting my soul
listening on
still bristling
yet unattached
I promised myself
I'd finally let
all living sins
to somehow be
washed away
no more remorse
no panicked fray
something prickly
evidently begins
as holy water
washes away 
all my sins
lifts me up
conjoins my soul
rejoins to this
simply blessed way

           * * * 

 

small birds
flitting around
branch to branch
that big old birch
branch to ground
how would it be
what would we
forever see
no birds
barren branches
no trees
small words
no leaves
truly befitting
less trunk
fewer roots
no bird nests
less treasure
more autumn
fewer colours
what about those
flitting birds
what about that
towering tree
if I could
change this world
pull up roots
I'd grow feathers
flit from branch
to leafy branch
I'd save this world
make it something
a better place
a singing garden
with birds and trees
bringing joyful solace
to this earthly space

          * * * 

 

my broken life
or so it seems
with all this pain
all this strife
that razor's edge
my bloody knife
cutting out my heart
carving at my life
what if
I just gave up
relinquish my soul
fully extinguish
my earthly role
finally bury those
most difficult parts
deep beneath
this broken ground
find some solace 
deep within
my aching heart
so what have I
ever truly found
each time
I find myself
half awake
confessing crimes
those terrible things
consciousness did
not ever make
so all in all
my broken life
lies quietly
beside me
defiantly alongside 
my open grave
making me think
I should rise
open my eyes
take a second look
maybe what I see
will make me
cautiously blink
maybe what
I know now
will take me 
somewhere down
another rocky road
a road that leads
sends me
something free
amending please
mend my broken life
needfully gift me
a more repentant
less shattered end

           * * * 

 

volcanic life
internal heat
infernal strife
inner movement
something fissured
fractured times
molten drifting
sudden options
violent shifts
impromptu eruptions
roiling mud
toxic corruption
burning tears
boiling mad
fiery obstruction
simply everything
we fear
modern scenes
political carnage
volcanic life
real treason
poisonous reasoning
volcanic strife
what if
we lived
a glacial life
iceberg derived
perpetual snow
Neanderthal desire
snug cave
glowing fire
reciting stories
old man winter
daily rapture
exciting glory
an arctic blow
what if
untamed jungle
encompassed my soul
marching columns
hidden vipers
flaming fire ants
creeping into crawly
destructive armies
nothing timid
sweltering humid
a jungle dance
what if
endless desert
is all we know
extreme dry
freezing cold
sometimes both
befitting sighs
desert mold
trying existence
nomad fold
still that
bold volcanic life
fissured moments
dreamy at times
pleasurable eruptions
treasured cream
yet still
so we are told
gruesome politico
fiery thrills 
volcanic life
fearsome it seems
measuring plastic pills
pyroclastic cure
radioactive gamma
entombed by lava
life consumed
breathing toxic steam
this volcanic life
corrupting our dreams

          * * * 

 

deep chill
having left desert
finally released
all my camels
freed my horses
sold all my goats
all that dry
drifting singing sand
those desert dunes
shifting through
my weathered hands
I left leather John there
baptizing himself
needled in his dugout
somehow still headless
imbibing Jordan River
from that bug out
I've been revising
that moody tone
into hungry jungle
Jaguars are there
black stealth panthers
stinging army ants
so many years
I was clambering
climbing thorny vines
ascending camphored trees
conversing with top monkeys
converting squawking parrots
somehow I survived
even when those
slithering giant anaconda
wrapped me up 
squeezed withered me
so I was trapped
my screams delighting
inviting gnarly
Baba Yaga
she took me
my gnarled hand
leading subversive me
traversing down another
irreversible jungle river
welcome to another
viral chopping block
now I lay me
down for keeps
pray that God
will help me
finally welcome sleep
should I die
before I wake
should clever John
baptize me again
submerge me forever
within that
river of swords
John would speak
giver of words
vocalizing jungle springs
release sacred churning
navigate inoculizing rapids
beyond that acrid
mocking desert
formidable burning fear
damnably certain
desiccation takes over
even that Jordan River
suffering abdication
ever more and more
while every yearning
dedication spake forever
somehow schooled piranhas
truly missing me
unplanned as ever
blissful foolish me
inoculated me
floating free
towards another 
inoculating ocean
John waved
floating free
out in space
John's newest realm
unlike mindless
tangled jungle
or endless desert
Mother's space
a sacred helm
that other place
we should be in
now that is deep
some sacred chill
so now we
this human race
should finally keep
where forever John is
clearly in our hearts
fearless in this space
this virally steep
deep sacred chill

         * * * 

 

I don't want to
turn back time
why would I
go back years
when all that
hardship delivered strife
all those times
time left us
with a broken back
trials versus fears
promises and pledges
those nightmare razors
juggling knives
try balancing
time's arduous edge
commute my sentence
let me live
even struggling
here as now
my acceptance
is a crime
my repentance
against hurried time
so don't turn back
your raging clock
don't fall through
time's crazy crack
don't leave me
visualize this moment
frack me open
sorry time intact
timing seconds
minutes into hours
past into future
fantasy's futuristic dreams
time endlessly devours
no matter where
we are at
no matter 
how we are
just don't try
turning back time
don't despair
as you cry
studying each hour's
daring hand
there be something
quite poetic
about sublime time
all those
songs and poems
past and present
time demands
understand this
time alone
is not a key
to who we are
to how we'll be
it's funny though
how we need to dance
music's special time
it's funny too
how we sleep
dream making love
forgetting time
perhaps sleeps a case
not begetting
timely chance
not regretting
time's fretful
momentary romance
imagine getting
dutiful time
turning itself back
some past rhyme
that last battlefield
some other past crime
somehow counting seconds
landing there
just another
awkward stance
just another
timely chance

         * * * 

nothing stays
remains the same
not air
not water
even light
nothing stays
existing the same
not love
not joy
even compassion
nothing stays
the very same
even bloody greed
even storied hate
coldly not war
nothing stays
exactly the same
not poetry
not song
even dance
those romance games
nothing is static
everything is erratic
even boldly fanatic
exceeding odd
even universe
even creation
even freedom
even God

       * * *  

 

not one
or two
but all
of us
every thing
entirety's zone
plot one
entirely that
revealing tone
basic life
we all 
contrive right
composing this tome
we once were
chemistry inclusive
quantitative light
measuring that
procreation thing
equating life
toffee addiction
drinking something
morning coffee
sticky things
too much
sugar predilection
eggs to ashes
solar years
contractual fears
life solving
evolving tears
tide inbound
unfolding years
creation's game
fully conceived
as inland sea
schools of being
tribal notions
fabled names
mythic potions
somehow there
we swim
cradling emotion
threading ritual
we crawl
contend growing
brawl as rivals
virtually knowing
we somehow
still walk
continue aging
forever learning
amending margins
some elevate
even run
learn flight
interspatial charge
some of us
those alive
virtually dream
creamy jive
actual yearning
honeyed life
desire right
so it seems
life should
be alright
flourishing verbs
buzzing things
replenishing seas
alight singing
healing words
pleasing things
colourful birds
nourish praising
botanical medicine
sweet song
herbaceous wisdom
giving gardens
cool billabongs
all of us
living right
missing out
living wrong
our thriving
imperfect wealth
all of us
striving for health
blissed out
sweet human
blessed throngs
kissing life
dreaming poetry
creating rhymes
good graciousness
curative gods
deliver healing
share cups 
true faithfulness
nature's plenty
should creation
daring God
replace this
human race
could God
existential nature
even relentless
residential culture
be concealing
divinity's grace
but what
healing space
some of us
be it fleeting
see God
acknowledge that
healing place
an appealing thrust
all this
human fate
chasing sacred
be nature
heal ourselves
medicine's grace
a healer's trust
be it Asclepius
discovering mortal
fervent healing
or believing
raving madmen
sage healers
brave madwomen
recovering fertile
reciprocal feelers
not one
stumbling human 
but that caring
universal feeling
so bearing
essential vibration
freely immersed
in this
natural essence
freely share
conversion tone
radiant verse
reverential medicine
entirety's zone

          * * *