count
ten
nine
eight
counting
down
all to one
final zero
engine thrust
tremendous
lift-off
stupendous trust
sense into dense sky
events hurtling
immense speed
air horn sound
times ten thousand
nominal vibration
rhymes and homilies
grant parameters
frantic gravity
abdominal drama
beyond introspection
a liar's depravity
earth's atmosphere
extraterrestrial captivity
clearly inspired
dire observation
try acceleration
mach 3
mach 4
mach 5
mach
sonic age
first stage
cosmic
sage and thunder zone
bionic separation
disengagement
trundling alone
rearrangement
next stage
captured
spatial x
 enraptured
controversial missions
first stage
fire thrusters
down and down
drumming down
something amazing
how fast
tumble and spin
now earth
one rotation
then rumble
another
second stage
engine roar
fire again
more
polarity and judgement
moral thrust
increase speed
superlative lust
curious exposition
payload need
exposed crust
probe and satellite
stat position
ostentatious launch
oblate earth
ovoid sky
earth's trophy
starlink implied
business lunch
beyond morph
first stage
oral cuneiform
pyramidal fire
golden hieroglyphs
mythic thrusters
glorious sound
opium om
trust deceleration
expound upon
mach speed
rebound with stratosphere
atmospheric elevation
softer om
down to revelation
om mani padme
hum and hum and hum
minus zero
plus retro
add recovery
in vitro
historic hardware
additional second
rushing stage
press hurtle
outer space
push express
impressive confession
treasure earth
to Major Tom
secondly another
measured stage
a feathered re-entry
assuredly
fire
consensual activity
thrusters
beyond gallantry
down and down
through enlightened sky
light and science
what is fiction
friction by design
dreaming direction
captain marvel
why oh why
daredevils
techno rebels
regulate
scientific diction
airy bishops
lofty knights
low streams
lowly pawns
why oh why
folly or predilection
hollywood shades
blinders on
or perfect sight
why oh why
creative poems
space dude odes
flash stars
debating altitude
creating tomes
birds eye view
flying by
spice crew
what they know
this new age mode
what they knew
this space x road
what comes true
missionary method
network code
psycho-attractive
psychedelic frog and toad
revised reflection
both me and you

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this life
what can
we change
what's right
what might
we rearrange
it seems
we're out
of sync
dependence
on some
disappearing ink
what do
you think
how could
this life
be better
how would
day into night
be
to the sentient letter
if we
reconsider how
this world turns
might we
see things
in some
other light
if only words
could be
respite
why not
invite
better thought
we could
excite
our lives
with better
than what
we already got
cut out
my tongue
pluck out
my eyes
perhaps then
this world
would spin
in some
balanced
dynamic way
what do
you think
what might
you say
what if
we didn't speak
what if
we couldn't see
maybe this world
would
watch us
simply disappear
turn to
dust
get old
forget trust
all those
things
we're told
regret
into rust
so cut out
my bleeding heart
excise some other
wicked part
rewrite life
where nothing
ever mattered
when living
leaves us
completely shattered
scattering
bits and pieces
of heart
of soul
taking us
to a place
where nothing
is flattery
so much
mad hattery
wanting
seeking wisdom
love and light
look at
your left hand
look at
your right hand
which hand
is making
good
and right
which hand
is shaking
lost and losing
scarred by hatred
resisting
marred by
unforgiving fight
this life
surrounded
by civil darkness
our devil hearts
shrouded
in confusion
our disheveled thoughts
sound wisdom
or proud delusion
maybe
if I
cut out
my trickster
mind
revision
rethink still
will this
world
something sacred
realize water
beginnings into endings
imagine regeneration
mother into father
seeing clearly
chicken or an egg
synchromesh energy
clean air
pledge synchronicity
confess to breathe
blessed to drink
pure water
what other
magic madness
could we
ever imagine
every human
consuming majesty
even life
some comedy
blessed
to even
truly think
some stage
where there is
only goodness
where there isn't
utter sadness
this life
gladly some
imaginary
confession
even some
satirical
concession
what is
moral and good
what is
immoral and bad
introspection
something dreamed
something happy
something sad
why
should we
moan
when
we could
sing
why
must we
fail
when
we should
eventfully
progress bliss
reverentially entail
balance and harmony
happiness forever
providentially
sweet life
would prevail

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I've stumbled and fallen  
into my own steaming vomit  
a thousand times
thinking even more
spewing fierce words
into wicked alleyways  
speaking brutal phrases
throwing nightmare dreams  
onto desecrated streets
my fumarole thoughts
nothing but lava and gas
escaping from a humourless world
nothing but terror and war  
so much ghoulish homelessness  
magnifying expanding vents
all these igneous molten plots
revealing inner dents   
we can't help but see
this disingenuous world
just trying to simply be
where streaming lava
live and breath and navigate   
steaming foolish vomit
seems to be destiny and fate 

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your eyes
fire and stars
marvelous light
a remarkable sky
compassion and touch
you are crashing ocean
waves full of passion and glory
your soothing voice
sweet melody
truthful poetry
everything early and new
a summer morn
slumber in two arms
hands that help
keep love warm
your soft flower
petals moist with dew
glowing like molten metal
molding to my skin
flowing drops
akin to power
caress my pounding heart
sense passion and joy
sensual frolicking
orbiting inside my mind
your towering soul
refreshing showers
washing over me
your sacred heart
healing hot springs
love as a whole
your wonderful things
such expressive parts
those eyes of yours
staring into my reflective soul
those entrancing eyes of yours
love so rich and deep
capturing so many wonders
living love within our hearts
blessings we all want to share
those eyes of yours
I so desire
want to keep
stars and fire
falling for those
things I wish
always want to see
while I fall
before I sleep

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all those dead soldiers
sent to their deaths
orders from deadly despots
stuffing idiopathic folders
meth head war criminals
out in gory battle fields
there isn't much cushion
besides raw ancient earth
ragged bloody trenches
a muddy berth
sleep deprived
contrived mirth
littered with trash
hot spurting blood
convinced redecorating
grit rearranging mud
may change shit
stinking soldiers fighting
caressing bomb and drone
confessing politics between hits
drinking piss while thinking home

                  * * *

 

fucking war
let's kill each other
disembowel humanity
screw the world
boil up some other
stinking mess and stew
disregard all decency
thinking we are right
that they are wrong
in reality disrespectful power
makes those crass decisions
drinking stolen blood
self-important emperors
criminals and kings
boldly stirring up
more wretched fight
what about real truth
can any goodness come
from any fucking war
maybe lucky God
wants us to become
cannibals instead of just carnivores
maybe all knowing God
needs us to be vegan
instead of omnivores
why do we love
chewing on flesh
drinking blood
if only we were vampires
instead of breeding
criminal clans
relegating seminal broods
then our delegated story
might be different
rising from the grave
instead of being
misguided and naive
if we didn't have
a word for war
perhaps our brief history
would be more love
instead of blood and gore
why should fear rule
all our days and nights
why do we believe
all those desperate lies
puked out of the mouths
of emperors and kings
those black-hearted people
thinking they own the right
rebuking to rule the world
instilling fucking war
blinding us with their sickness
grinding us down
with all their brutal cruel fights
all that misdirected trickiness
making feckless people believe
that the reckless enemy
is always other senseless people
when the real enemy
is sick power and dickless greed
as well as unforgiving
fucking war

               * * *

 

when I reach
the end
of the world
after walking
a long unfamiliar road
I wonder
if I'll find you there
standing at the edge
of timeless time
where everything
reminds us
of what we passed
all along
that lonely
unkept way
both of us
wond'ring
if our old friend
Alice
still lives
somewhere
back there
standing still
perhaps
at the entrance
of that famous
rabbit hole
when we get
to the end
of that
life long road
maybe we'll find out
if we were
infamous liars
or did reveling
in that
telling existence
always revealing
spell out
some gospel truth
or was it
some other glory
a godspell story
something
inside of me
wants
to rebel
and even emit
sacrosanct screams
while waking up
with a full wolf moon
but my
anchored tongue
is tied
in frank knots
and I'm blocked
by all the dust
and choking grit
I've forcefully consumed
perhaps
those last
brave living
beyond sacred
graves and tombs
divine birds will
finally tell us
some important
extinctive truth
about how
we distinctly lived
and how
we'll instantly die
maybe
an exploding sun
will be
remotely kind
incinerate
my burning soul
maybe self
immolation
some venerable thing
will
sacredly tell me
if I've been
right or wrong
whether
I've been
rakishly lost
all this time
and never
truly found
inside that
ethereal place
where brilliance
blessed colour
confessedly writes
all those impressive poems
as talented stars
sing all
those gallant songs
maybe
then I'll find
I still
love you
wish we
had lived
together
making
passionate love
and artistic babies
maybe
then the noble world
would have
unfurled and felt
like a welcoming
blessed place
where caressing dreams
always
came true
and misery's tears
never
ever
streamed
so freely
down
my tear streaked face
maybe
when we get
to the end
of that
long hard road
maybe
we'll see
salvation
that all
our stallion dreams
were something
unguardedly special
but one thing
timeless time
wouldn't
allow us
to see
things clear
maybe
we'll see
that all those valiant birds
that flew by
as we lived
our lives
along that long
and winding road
wanted
to tell us
about complaisant truth
and obliging honesty
but we
were always
closing
our noncommittal eyes
and turning
our evasive heads
because
living was
often aggressively hard
and there were
violent things
that scared us
out of our harried wits
and there were
so many
revolutionary things
that reminded us
of all life's
evolutionary fears

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