Rise!

Oh the tones rise up
Bellowing beneath me
"More air! More light!
You know we're right"
But i quiet them to sleep me

Oh the bones rise up
Struggling to teach me
" it's there! It's bright
You know we're right"
But I settle them to sleep me

Oh the heart timpers To a steel drum solo
From the midnight. I hear it chanting:
"She's rare. She's fine
You know no better kind"
So i trouble me to seeing

Oh the life
It says nothing
For the peace reserved
Tis nough

Salvation

Does every piece of paint
That peruses the scattered minds
Of listeners to the open blue
Of faithfuls to them genius-kind
Have to take so egregious a pull.

Have they grown as trojans
By only fighting through the ranks
Of lesser no-named sussurs
By which the mundane ideates?

While we wake suffering
Through clouds of words alike
Searching wilderness
For the suckling spring,
Might also maybe
Those little hazies
Praying the salvation
Of a page

Beacons

If the beacons fell
What beacons we know little of
But love to tell
What beacons which scry so spry
As to pass our senses by
And appear instead
By brilliance of phrame

If our touch of far died
in the ephemeral all-collide
Of Icarus and flame
In the martyr of a saint
Whose digitization knows
No holier a name

Then where do we mark
Our days?
Would they remember
Through this fog of former ways?
How to flow and go and test
Through this fog of former haze?

Would i remember to collect
The succinction sussurums
That blare the walls of my eyes
But which i once only repurposed
And left in mind to die

Would we remember stories
That don't take much
That speak close
Whisper close
So small
Love

Can people pluck themselves
From living in the waves
And tastes so new
To have forgotten grains?
People pluck faster now
A perilous disaster arrives
Strive people strive!
I believe
But i feel them yet scream
In the wakeful braize
of leaving beacons behind

The silent boom

Here it is
The breach
A throbbing hum
Which is silence
Here it is
A place to seep
And steep the grime from toes
When feet freshly detail
The embark of day
The clips and pebble-sticks
That mark
The lowed one's way
Prickle off
And you steam cold
And you read gold
That in another time
Were too rich to palate
Gone are rosy cheeks
Of the summertime songs
And sweets
Gone are electric haze
You market now in silence
Markedly making no mark
In the calm of the days
Yet they come
A trickle first of whimsy
Overflowing by then noon
Fighters farmers medleys
Pilgrims of the boon

Finding

And i find
That i am meant alone for finding
The grace to lose
gifted
But the will to want Away
Never existed

Dogs feel the barking
And see the warm marrow
They feel the tension steel their jaws
But for fear
They remember cunning
They feel the running
And feel the warm burrow
They feel caution tatter veins
With the bile of insane

And we find a fear here
In a lost corner of our wit
But only when it steels us
Then grace to lose permits

Glove

A glove is here
At the end of my heart
A refuge and a new start
Here in the close

Domes over us are clouds
With tips so easily found
With ridges too fluffy
To resist a wraparound
Even drowning out soft
All the while doming
Our familiar ground forgets
That it is he we stick to
So i promise the care
Is weightless
Here in the close

Nothing more but grass and grass
With a subtle promise of trees
And barns and hills and things
Nothing Here in the close

It takes me all i have
Here inside the soul of sound
To remember to lift

It takes me all i have
And even that betrays me
When i remember the kisses
I have forsaken
In the leather worn bag
Of my heart
Just outside the close

Diamonds

Ah!
Another diamond
Quick quick!
Fetch my tools
I'm sure not to follow
The modes of others
Those fools

Bag brings blades, bobs, odds
And things
And blades beat bob-odd knobs
Out of this particular
Underground sweet
...So it seems

Oh,
How could a sprite
Possibly choose me?
Why would a genius
Ever lift me to a fancy?
If ever a track record
We wishers wish deny
It's the boxes, bags, wearhouses full
Of ill-fit facets
hungers mollified

That girl

A walk to
The girl in the park
Haven't much to say to her
Haven't much of heart

She's twigging at her hair
In the middle of the square
She might be looking like a shell
But you say hell! Might as well

A walk to
Where she's standing
She's shouldered park aside
She's on now to the scene

You're whistling in your head
Got an air of daring kid
You tilt the eyes to follow
Man, she's prettier than tomorrow

She points
In the direction
Passed any muscles, brain, or eyes
The way yawns
The green of grass swoons
The blue of day blanches
All falls out
Passed what muscles can compromise

She giggles and stoops
To scoop up the goop of you
Of me
I never dreamed so wholesome
You never dreamed this pretty

Cerulean

V1
Beautiful stranger
Where have you been
I fear our passings
But love it when
You beautiful stranger
Kiss me again
We're not such strangers
Are we Cerulean
V2
Beautiful lover
Where have i gone
The sun was shining
God it's been so long
Since you beautiful lover
Come kiss me and send
Your Sullen whispers
Please, Cerulean
V3
Lascivious lady
You have me now
I'd love to leave here
But there isn't a way out
Skyward is bleaching
I'm lost in your hand
But i cannot love you
Cannot love you cerulean



CHORUS
But only now i worry
I stop to face the pain
I shoulder back the hurry
Take a look at what remains

Birthwright

Oh the birthright
Wrought to sorrow
Gives me tremorfright
Long past tomorrow
Oh the stardom
Purity-
Brevity-
Perfunctory-wreathed
It bleeds

Oh the birthwright
Forged at a seize
Integrally ingrained
To perpetual disease

Shocking (sarcasm)

If the shock of really living
Didn't kill me outright
The shock of the truths
Left alone just might

Taken to a corner
Now taken to the corner
Taken aback and aback
To the back of the corner
Where you best see
Outside
Because you can't see in line
When autocracy resides

In shock of alignment
To familiar spaces
I find myself immovable
Knotted in shoelaces
That I take care to knot
Each day one way
So I can take care from knots
To stash away

Click goes the dynamite
Of effigy's boom
It numbs around in the
Wizardly innards
Unhaven untune

But click could trick
To satisfy if in one little bit
I stole what skill of butterflies
To flit
And flit
And flit
That would be something
Might just be it

Compliments

If ever the flow of words dies
And the flow of compliments: synchronized
I'll squeeze them out of the rocks
Catch the flashworks, explosions
I'll churn them from the air
Reap lightning from the storms
All the transmutative wit That god has given me
Can't have been for the flowers

I tie them into your hair
Whispering eachly: never leave her, sweety
though i still muck through mines
And incinerate the homeland pines
To touch the gem or pluck the pearl
To match the sorcery of your mind

One day those curls will bloat
With twinkles and energies and mimsies and lights
You'll shake your head
They'll skip and startle away
Little flashes to fall to the night
But your smile will be all
All around and glowing
I'd kiss you

When i die, and the compliments too,
Forget me
But if you must a hold
Hold that I search the scape of death now
for what compliments i can
And i wait to tie them in your hair

Atonement

I'm sorry god
Or i wish i could be
To counterbalance this consistent
Blasphemy
She told me a story
Early in the mooring
Of what was for me
A late evening

She whispered a piece of the music
That i could feel
Beating and pounding in her chest

It flowed free from skin
It flew in through my mouth
It slipped in through my ears
And i bled the tears
Which i knew to be a rain
That same rain
That feeds and breeds
The souls of people like we

Forgive my trespasses
And forgive this movement
Of a star into my soul
I hope you don't mind

Screens

The glass and the elements of the screen
Cake me and make me to who i am
In a childish coming
In it slides
Copying, ridiculing, miniature
Jesters head upon his stick
The not-quite-point of a gimmick

Tumble like pocket gunk in the wash
I see it in the fixture-phrame
of bad ideas and locked-in cues
Who knew i'd find a solace here
In the pews
My smallness of piecemeal-patterns
Replaced with a smallness of spirit
A calm reassumes

Oh my! How did it get so dark?!
And oh! How did i let so far?
The camps of homeless heartless wanderers
The wasted eatings of bored meanderings
They call me to them
They speak sotto voce
(They know the way by this age)
Real crowds of brain cells
Gather in surprise
Holding lighters to bardic stage
And forget the blackened skies

Tumble

I let up a moment
Let it squirm away from firm feet
It breathes with me
A healthy practice, i always thought
A thought fraught as of late

But es fate

The hands look at me
Incredulous
The whole body
Incredulous
Or is it the me?
And i'm the imposition of myself
On the spirit
Or the spirit on the mind?
That soggy static surrounding soul
that cynical Satan screeching"no"

But so es so

Toes top up to tip
Body tips
And tips top to take a turn
And turn
And turn
And feet feel high
head dips below
A wring-out of woe
Reshuffling the flow

But es for the moment

Lapse

Even behind the strained strange set of nerves
All is known
Of form--in a form
Of motive--in a moving
A making motion to envelope and to indulge
Tips me over as i touch the key
In a slow arc of plight
Slight and saintlike
It rivets in confusion the sets of left nerves
Ones saved for a calm assistance
Battling bowing lazing bends
In the structure of a sacred bond
In a silhouette
In moment
That cuts from marionette
I bleed into you
All that twangs
It serves us our gangplank
Between navels
Our anchor to strange and familiar seas
I fall through sieve
Straining to strained nerves again
As you leave

Push

Oh. Hello.
I know you
Words push at my toungue
Like a shoddy set of trumpeters
Who feel mildly out of place in the open
For this i mum
Hear it zip the air clean
Into an abstract eyedance
That pops pomp
And sucks tromp
From sickly between

Of gods and 'giving'

Does it give the gods pleasure
To see museless mice
Squander in petty riddles and vice
Not the greats gods mind
But the parts of gods delegate
The parts bent on the 'to find'
That seem to have every mentionable bent
Bending searching in the brine

Does it please those gods
That prey on the soul
To steal what was rightfully whole
Of focus, peace and bodiment
To what may or may not flow
Where do they take it
Where does it go
It's not that i need or even want to know
I just want it back


An irksome challenge
As i loom in my black:
was it i the one stole?

Annoying poem

Please can you tell me the trapeze
Mindset that'll put my mind at ease
And let it all fall through the trees

Cause let me tell you the times
I've rather worried over chimes
That died of sounds and rhymes
When i'm lost without a wind

Sir, can you tell me of the blur
To warm my feels to the fur
And glow to the world like amber

I've found it all before
On a far, impervious shore
Where i knew what a sail was for
And i never fought the wind

Inkling

prosody - the patterns of stress and intonation in a language

I've wondered for that simple kin
Away of flock to dock
In the distressing temptress sea of wind
Where so common flies the free of stock
I've mused at musings they must make
Lacking open maw enough to thaw
To a mastery's sublimation
A surf of endless breaks and shakes
That wears us mundane mares all raw
I've worried that this self might too
Flit from grit to the moonlit
To tilt and lilt to a gamey heart
Where all is warm with electric start
But finishes omit
But furthest, deepest, shriekest fright
Summons in achromatosis
Circles pragmatical
Candles Contractual
With fine printing to the abyss
Of the kind you always miss
Creative apotheosis

Alchemy loves story

Alchemy loves story
She lives on a quaff
A puff of effervescent dream
No more the reality but
Still so
Potent
Pultices ripe in her musk
And transmutations leaveher skin aglow with every metal on earth and sun
Ears they gape of solid sniff
To reap the astral airs
But this you did not know
That with ears so wide
So deep
So present
She snipes up story
She feeds on boil, zap and burn
That musters in the tome and word
That rustles in the captive teller
Even more
She loves the captive tale
The squirming morsel she sucks of treat
Ambrosial sacrifice to her feats
And with the absence of an adolescent
She spretz it to mialmic soup
Coveting the rank like child
Out again it joins in darkness
Eager to form
Eager to please
Some other story makings
For other story to seize

Bubble

It bubbles well
And i don't know
What caused it to swell
Inwards: a reality hole

It's a wide, flat soft
Filled with a replacement lamp light
A vaulted cieling of a loft
Arm above, out of sight

these don't be
When we're talking the semantics
Of poetry
No, the music is plump here
It stuffs the wire phrame of form
In overfill
But loses itself on the way out

So much to not hear
While the hear here puffs out
Athick with wick
Unlit
potent but sate
So much outside of outside
The bubble, nothing breaches
I confide

You'd almost almost think
A black hole
Let to germinate
fed from leaden thoughts
indulged in a heavy heart
To Radiate
And fill
It matters null
It matters nill
In i fell
And It bubbles well