January 24, 2007

the strap

vision
superimposed
and debased
when
dual worlds
coinclide,
fingers itch
on seamed
interface
and the why?
the where?
since....
circumstance
buffered
and off kilter
ran along side
flat topped
arenas
which......was?
how is it then
that we step off
into bleared
vistas?
giving faith
to our senses'
bridled paradox?

the hunter
strikes a bargain
with kited
meanderers....
how long
till opening
ceremonies?
oh, and by the way,
it might behoove you
to hasten....
the light's rebound
is awash in
raw vestiges
of vined
sensations

can i accelerate?
race the bellowing
wind beasts
gallops?
dunk into shallows
purpled with
bleeding auras?
or must i
stay forever chained
to these haloed
aggravations....
oh to be able to fly
'cross plains
of eccentric flora
and mutated fauna
ignoring
this decrepid
orbit's
strap

January 23, 2007

echoed rubs

spiraled staircases
leading up to hope's
reverberating
thud
the spitshined steps
frequented
by marauding
sprites
hell bent
on tearing down
soul-less barriers,
them in themselves
whipped and shredded
beyond a mother's
reprieve

and this journey
is for what?
why do we aspire
to that which is
attainable by
the lowest minion
here on god's planned
escape?

wouldn't it be prudent
to race to the
nearest hierophant,
tell our tales
of woe and disgust
again and begun
till reddened ears
fall silent
and turned heads
spurn?

and who here gives
a damn
about a fellow
traveler's
dumbfoundment?
would you run
to discord
and lolling,
opiated
baboons
intent on
self constructive
manias?

no....
every echoed
rub
is a thorn
in the side
of quarked
indifference

why deny
the damage done
when twining
intercepts
release?

torched veils

the horizon,
exiled
and contingent
lush
belligerent
and static,
what is it
you hunt for
while strafing
it's
ambience?

to the left,
hedonistic
wraithes
gather round
corpses
clad in
in mental armor,
the shellaced anguish
crushing

to the right,
wells of soulish
hunger
from whence a
howling
clambering
and clawing din
for immigrant's
affinity
can be heard

before you,
absurd
beasts
of burdonsome
demeanor,
thrashing
and gnawing
at life's
torched veils

and from whence
you came?
elemental scavengers
gather and romp
on your shadow's
berm,
barking to
one another
for affinity
and comedy,
your psuedo soul's
journey
buttoned and spent

the choice....
never an easy one
....is to decide
whether
to progress down
lanes oiled with
promise
and requital,
or to rummage
in place
for useless
compulsions
overloaded
with
emotion's
dross

adopt
a tedious furor
crave
stimulated somnolence
never move an inch
and you will soar
the ether's
vestibule

matted affection

aberrations flutter
along unclad lanes
of ego's course
warping
sliding
lunging
for affection's
grapple

the child without
harkens
to the man
within

"play with me,
daze me
with your
inaptitude for
mundaneness"
it croons....

the man,
hesitates
and bluffs
not knowing
whence the
phantom's urge
dawns

matted and salvaged
pleasures
aggrieved
and wasted
the colors bleed,
blend and intervene
from worlds
gone off their
axles' twist

are you dreaming
when you
walk through halls of
softened perceptions,
the billowing
swathes
of consciousness'
realms
pushing
nudging
wanting to intrude?

oh, the madness
it beckons
oh, the thrill
it teases
oh, the escape
it suggests

rivers splash
across the spirit's
horizon,
wet, exquisite and
liquous feelings
slide down
the mind's throat
replenishing
joy and
excess

"there there now devoidee,
you are emended,
charge off into
alternate repetitions
and savage
your heart's
appetite"

flood waters

what's that old saying?
water under the bridge....

it's supposed to mean
what's in the past
is past
no problem
don't worry
it's gone, over,
forgotten....

but have you ever
looked under a bridge?
I mean, have you ever
taken the time
to jump over that railing,
slide down the embankment,
crawl under and around
those cement pillars?

debris, flotsam,
logs, refrigerators,
dead animals....
....shit

now you tell me,
how is that water
supposed to flow freely again
with all that crap
blocking it's path?

whoever wrote that adage
....never experienced a flood

waeccan

teth observes aleph

examining the grey

the hermitess regards the juggler
scrutinizing the misanthrope

the beguilar marks the ascetic
eyeing sanctum regnum

the eremite notes the shaman's
farcical pastimes

the archimage gazes at the pillarist
poking at absurdity

the shepherd's crook
passes over
those who preen at reflections

are you amused?
I am......
and the show goes on
......entertain us, tools

January 14, 2007

soul whisper

oh scream
go ahead
shriek down
those corridors
of blood red
emotions
cry out for breathe
howl in abandon
shout out
to be ignored
in your madness

roar
and blend
and morph
into something
unrecognizable
by the mind's eye

but the solar ear knows
your tune's not random
though that wail
is internal to
the collective
mishmash,
the winds knows your
soul's whisper
and you are
eternally
marked for
it's easy listening
pleasure

so go ahead
whisper....
as loud as you can

behemoth's lace

ahhhh
hide away
cloak and stalk
linger where
the grasses weave
celtic knots
when solar winds
blow
the static crackles
along lines
slicked with
emotional verve

do see the shimmer?
the veiled mimeo
on twisted edge
between
lurid worlds?
which is tangible
and which madness'
shallow plumped
scarecrow?

tatted sounds
echo round
the water's skirt,
the notes pursue
wherever you turn

is this the eclipse?
the emotional sadist?
go gently now....
those weakened dreams
they flicker so
and comfort
undetectable
dramas
'tween altered
grasps
and
sanity's fear

January 10, 2007

bevel

flirt, feint
pass this way
affront on a whim
the dance of what?
love?
. . interest?
. . . . abhorrence?
oh please,
this is just a romp
to garner absorption

haunt me
delight me
....enrage me
objective skin
glistened and raw
enigmatic harm
on an empty void
secured

feint this way
bow that
weave and gurgle
a jewel to be relished
must be tethered first

did it shine just for you?
passers-by glance
but nary show interest
or aptitude
nor distinguish
the crown's blush

but you must be
possessed
of the eye to
abashed elegence
for the lustrous
bevel to approach

are you worthy?
can you dance
the swing of
permissions?
....sway
in and around
the cloud's opaqueness
see it?
....and now you don't

it calls you, hmm?
do you really want
to play this game?
to be sought
by angels in
dirvished facets
singing
a feathered chorus
to be explored
at leisure's
frenetic pace?

January 8, 2007

strapped hollows

trip, flip, skip
those honeyed veins
skewed across grey
marbled lists
of eunuched
entities,
alust amidst
crowded schools
of gnarling and
backhanded groans
during Ravi's rest

vacant eyes
whence no one
and nothing
engages intellect's
frill
where? how?
whyfor the loosed
mouths
hollering down
those damned
columned
reverberations....

soft, softly, softest?
does anyone care?
all heads turned,
not an eye forward,
yet....
did you see the uh?
I did, and the echo
was peached and narrow
gliding down and under
strapped hollows
flooded

abracadabra

three times five,
the golden UB
crown
cubic stone
and azure rampart
blessed with
the sum of the three
squared ├ętoile
clutched by cardinal pylons,
Urim and Thummin's
crescent
divines all concerns

mercy holds
geometry's staff
the Pitris power
evident
febrile sabre triumphs
the violation
and virtues
numbered

cuirass's divine
doctrine
renders sage
invulnerable
while the lumped soil
goes worshipped

the pawed men
of eiditic image
in sharpened
shades of grey,
straining
yet synchronized
behold
justice's meadow

the master cubes
the elements,
his righteous guides
shape the heart,
train the waters,
balance the
inner foes

face the crippling
use it
construe it
transcend the
infatuating
restrictions

what i have said will be done

January 5, 2007

masque

does the mask give meaning?
security?
sanctuary?
why did you don it in the first place?
did the diversion carry you away?
and now....
now, you can't even emerge
from behind the facade....

do the dreams give clues?
solace?
junction?
veils move of their own accord
or by the surreal's drafted whisper,
it only takes the mind's
evanescent focus
to cause a moment's rift

does delusion fuel your control?
the denial?
lucidity?
what if you loosed those reins?
would the world splinter
into conception's fractured offspring?

does the shadow bind the faults?
insecurities?
inhibitions?
does it lead one to destruction?
or discovery of a path strewn
with reason?
ascertain that the shroud
haunts you before realeasing

do the words dim the man?
draw the shade?
glance a blow?
can the curses be heard
above the dull roar of ignorance?
intolerance?
incoherence?
confounded identities
bounteous and extreme
polish the light of intelligence
....withdrawn

January 4, 2007

bitter ash

to ken a lil bit 'o nothing
is to own the arcane's
trail of wreckage….
allow the path to twist,
though The Deceiver's view
verges on the blasphemous

the jewels of life's decency
though humble,
shine all the brighter….
did they exist at all
before adversity
had been swept aside
by time's draught?

the water sheds it's shell,
writhing
and disgorging forth
bitter ashes
to be swept away,
tarnished and mildewed
waves
left debauched
beside the shores
of affection and
torn, trampled
ideals

the hum…...oh the hum
of those left over thoughts
whirling
and gasping
for excess's splurge
the need to expel
tantamount
to a firey
conflagration
of echoed
fragility….
'for zenithed insights
wither….

owned by reason

doors and windows
wide and shut
the light
blindingly
uncouth
as it scatters
before truth's
vision,
one must always
empty the bottle
of picked over
senses
before the dream
can be denied

sacred
beginnings
mixed
and few,
wisdom's impact
blunt
oh....
to be owned....
by reason
....and frailty

saturn progresses
clutching to it's halo
uncanny dialogue,
the ignorant
forced to sink
deeper,
and cornered
observations
dragging loose
and random
spirits
chewed up
by innocence
towards the edge
of lucidity

spoken tedium inquires,
while life is sucked
from the marrow
of faith,
a model
of abused identity
....assuaged

January 2, 2007

Sense

walk the path,
the light and shade
echoing between
trunks and
last year's
fallen and wilted debris

off to the right
through the silent
sentries
do you see that?
movement,
slithering,
rustled litter....

now a sound
in front of you
who or what?
....but nothing,
nothing rears it's head
no physical vessel
presents itself
to your outer
senses
just the leaves
being blown
by ghostly breathes

the dog runs by
does he sense it too?
the vibrations?
the sense that
something is opening?
moving?
re-aligning?

but no....he runs on by
oh well, guess not
it's just me and my
ultra sense
I must have a different
set than the animals

was that laughter?
wafting softly on the air?
or just a bird call?
are the feathered
talking about me?
laughing....taunting
at my nervousness?
what do they know?

i look down,
to my feet and their
meandering travails
and spy a
little caravan
of fantasy's trouping
on their way to
an extra
dimensional
festival

and up in the trees
little doorways
into deep recesses,
elvish housekeepers
sweeping elevated
porches,
the eve's
clutter
swept out to
dissipate into
the world's
chaos

to be obsolved,
resolved,
abcessed and leached,
whisked away
from troubled occupents
no longer needing
the night's review