Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Wakes & Mistakes

Wakes & Mistakes
 
Would you like to let us know you're here?
Give back in a pushed anguish 

dragonflies won't learn.
Its a fighting tandem; 

A pendulum in space.
Attila the Hun and a crying earth
never fading past blood bleached rope.
Its all a visual vision from a visionary.
Only when image becomes audible 

do you feel it.
Its art 

that talks to you. 
Its not a film, 
though it can be.
Its paper, 

its canvas, 
its flesh, 
its dirt.
Its colored sound all written down.
Its death and birth.

False Hope

False Hope



This shit is real man,
like opening doors
 with transporting spores.
 This dance sporting sores of years would pass.
 Tears of glass and fears of grass
 relieved to an extent of reliving innocence
 when incense and infants were
 memories for just an instance.
The instant wasn't dismissed
 like now
 when men seek comfort in white owls
 and sleep through thunder.
Night howls with wonder right out of sunder.
 Deep under the layers of life
 we stay here to fight
 with prayers and smite
 those who seek to hold it all.
 All in their psalms to fold and fall.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Luck of the Grit

Luck of the Grit

anxiously craving & hating
patiently waiting & pacing
searching for whats missing
urging & hurting & sizzling
magma vein's blood boils
as sustained grudge broils
the toil of another
is making me wonder
what kind of under achieved
fucker deserves to be free
when he thinks everything's right
in what he's doing at night
hedge clippers in my hand

I search for his bright plan.
But now I wait for daybreak
while I sit in this frying pan.
To fester and bubble
but keep it hidden and subtle
and I'm exhausted.
cannot fall asleep in this puddle
that's under me, cloud above
shitty days, out of luck
give me strength
so I don't bust
into pieces and fragments
as I'm diseased by an addict
needing change he can have it
but see with me, I want one thing
some change in this attic
of havoc.

Lucidity

Lucidity

lying chickens, 
under trees
above the path 

covered in leaves.
river bends 

and missing stumps
mossy faced 

and still as swamps.
its all by choice 

as what you make it
dream a dream 

as real to take it.

Orbit Worship

Orbit Worship

earth vibrates 
          while crime rates
  make-out with the sky's face
              and life is synchronized

      in fashions
              all time based



*In Honor of Earth Day*

Helplessness

Helplessness

a night shadow's speech
is reminiscent of battle creeks
where cattle, sheep and men alike
will repent and sulk in sin and strife