On Sporadic free mind nights, I glean hope
and listful wish for merriment and the melting innovative
wash
of inevitable crisis overcome
by intelligent design fantastical
and moral awakened ’man of the dirt
On erratic scream in the coming dark days I curse
evolution
creating this beast
and what sociopathic greed malevolent stare into extinction and laugh
with bursting paper green eyes
and wish it never envisaged
On habitual sunken eyes of the afternoon rise
I sit idly slouching by
and watch madness curtail madness uncoil
within our blackened hearts
and frostbitten toes of the retreating soul
and stupefy the mind
with unfathomable awe at my impossible present... Being
And the New Moon sets the eternal cycle in motion once more
Tag: poem
Impermanence
Dribbling lines in the blood-stained sand are but fleeting nicknames in the churning larvae construct of time of human super imposition laid upon the confused face of iris green and supple oceanic skin and cracked white decimate teeth which has no name other than metamorphosis beauty or absolute soul incarnate
Silence
Sometimes when it's under cover quiet in the lonesome peaceful night when the newest scam's done shouting at our eyes and fried egg brains and the beast's stopped propagating poisoned air and the vans and yellow coats and blackened teeth are gone for now For now we can hear our own voices maybe silent almost imperceptible screaming and writhing to be free or fight or cry from constant noise and daily trauma and why is everything dying or dead or outrageously preposterous rich in the daylight safe sunlight where compassion supposedly prospered
Defense Rations
I'm addicted
to doing nothing
or flushing my life away into the plastic ocean to swim with cigarette ends
and endless bottle caps
and a corked archipelago
stained the colour of ethanol blood
all the while telling myself that it'll work out
living your dreams in your imagination
is ok
when it's as vivid as mine
or yours.
I once read
that Einstein worked 4 hours a day
and he was a frizzy geinus
so why shouldn't that be true
of me or you
i ask myself
though i know i know sure, i know
it's all conciliatory lies
comforting shameful delusionary conciliatory lies
and yet it still remains
the rational defense of a lazy beanpole
trapped for a quarter century
in what if's and drowning imaginary possibilities
and christ
what if you actually make it?
Queen Bee
Sometimes I sit and drink a gallon of wine to see the blackout glorious forgetting stench of a night lost to the ether beautiful sorrow sinking sinking sinking sinking is that a working well are you sure we'll float crying nonetheless buoyant steady recreation we'll wake up tomorrow maybe more fulfilled or maybe horribly worse but does it matter the medicine's sequestered itself your pain's been buried hahaha did you want that? or was it an accident party therapy party therapy do you feel better now? maybe you do or maybe you're looking for a hive a symbiotic naturally occurring supportive nest bed for sleeping, if you want to or being a queen I know you've got it in you
Fuck you
sip on my watermelon nectar
sit down and watch me
make a fool of myself
singing to JT you cringe while
I'm in my element element basic 00's element
you know you feel it
nodding your head in a secret ashamed guilty groove
my homeless hair swaying
prancing through the fairy air
as we sip gay gordons
through llama and cactus straws
sometimes you cry
and I cry too but we do it together
shut out the backwards falling backwards criminally insane indoctrination nuthouse world
pretend it's not there
for a moment
we exist in this outrageous space
multi-faceted as joseph's coat we pass
through
screaming haemorrhaging gacking fracking
deep the buried joy we'll find
love and joy and togetherness and not giving a shit
we'll know forevermore
because fuck you
depressive black beast always
we'll get you
and shove you deep up your own hollow vacuous rectum
never to return
motherfucker fuck you
The Devil’s Work
How often do you think a Devil doth lie and greet you as an angel just to squeeze into a soulful pantie and twist it awful wedgie tight whilst you holla righteous holy purpose and how many once courteous are now finished broken at the hands of a monster so belligerent and coy it's forlorn to tell the difference it happens so often by earthen hands whose aren't so always kniving dastardly thieving as monsters proposing as angels that it must though you'd never know for sure
Ode to YOU
There are millions of writers
who are better than me
wittier and more expressive than me
almost all of them
in fact
and many more
who should be poets
and don’t know it yet.
But
none of that matters
I love this shit
and one day
if just enough people
can feel me
and I’ve lived just slightly enough
to fill that bar of happiness
every single body seeks
I’ll die the gladdest of men
and hopefully too
will all of you.
Always love,
Your dearest degenerate
Paper Straws
The clouds are a bowl of appropriated
fucking poisoned oatmeal
on sunken hues
of navy blue
and carbonated so carbonated teal
Sucking us further always further into
a storm of which there is no relent
one of fire and flooding
and broken Earthen bones.
But what does it matter
you gotta live your life right?
Drive your car
suck on the lactating tit
of craven consumerism
and nothing beats a factory farmed steak
Right?
Paper straws
You gotta save us
please
we ain’t gonna do it ourselves.
Hot Také
DRiNK
your own melancholy music
pushing pushing you further into a self inflicted pit
of who the fuck
and what and why and when
you’ll be ruler straight
as narrow as a hot wheels track
bending forever round
a preconditioned hairpin
you hope will, one day
straighten out.
Christ bury the shock
the day you realise
you’re going in
endless devastating precipitated circles.
haahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
help us please.
Look upon this plea
and give our spines a wholesome hug
a hug we’ve been begging for
for half a generation, and one
that maybe we can
pass on
beyond our feeble arms.
Haribo
(A guest vibe by June Rayne)
A grand new world inspires you
colours shine so bright
whats and whys you crave for
yet your senses produce fright.
To sit and learn is easy
for those that you call friends
an overwhelmed brain in despair
can only hope it blends.
You listen to her closely
but there’s so much going on;
The walls are full of pictures
and where’s the sunshine gone?
All their eyes are on you
you want to hide or run
but there you sit afraid to move
dreaming of having fun.
Whim
You don’t need
to be a conspiracy
theorist
to see through
the fog.
All you need
to know
is that the
politics
of Caring
does not exist
in power
crazed
men.
And
when it does
maybe then
everything might
be
a little
better.
Beat me
I am a beat poet
Born eighty years too late.
Introduce me
To Neil Cassady
And Kerouac and William S. Burroughs and beautiful Bukowski.
Induct me into the Dharma Bums.
I’ll sit on a mountain top with you
And visit that higher realm
You always claim to know
If only we’ll never have to leave.
Dancing forevermore to a song
That never will
become as old as us.
Saving Face
Sit on my face
And absorb the madness within my skull
searching for a flow that I can listen to
And be so wildly separate from.
Sit on my face
And witness the beautiful curly haired forever mine undeniable queen
I’m sharing the plains of mist
With.
Dark eyes and a mesmerising dance
Intoxicated
Intoxicated
Intoxicated
Feed me tacos
And a tune that shreds your soul and mine
A drop that sends us both
And a two day bender
That breaks us entwined
Yet holds our outrageous ignorance
In a stunning embrace.
I love you.
Smile
This is a symphony
of love and loss and endless compromise because understanding is the key to sucking on the dummy of companionship forever
give me a crackin’ smiley
it’s really hot and it fucking hurts
yet it’s all we yearn for, kindness and care and a warm intoxicated cuddle at the end of every day
the loving smile
the grace in the face of an action which lends a warm disgrace
amid a subtle understanding of that which made you who you are
a loveable occasionally excrutiating asshole
Dopamine
Sit in the mist and soak up the electric atmosphere surrounding you
X-Ray cancerous pulses of dopamine dopamine dopamine.
Feed me my worth
Sell me back my hooked addicted plugged in out of control soul
For a pittance, if you will.
The fairy’s junky lights are burnt out again
Pass her a hit of me or you or that guy who makes funny videos with his derpy-ass cat.
Our void is becoming one too deep to shine through
She’s almost dust
The empath always dies by our hand or its own in the face of stagnant superficial self-interested desire.
It’s cool though,
It’ll only plague our minds for a second or two
Until the next video drops.
Descend
Descend into the pits of being, you reckless dainty soul. A blinding light before your face does fold unto itself and yank you through an effervescent portal to the higher plane. A place with dancing sprites of every colour, creeping violent broken shades and absurd outrageous landscapes laid out in fractals which twist and grow and pull attention from all that which you came to do.
But push on now, blinkered through a smoke of all you know to be distraction, hunting for the source of soul or the seat of ego it must be scorched forever from this land so you can sit amongst it, awakened from material slumber to the peace of only nothing.
Through the layers of psyche you go, accosting fight or flight and instinctual dread as it tries to tell you NO! Don’t do this you’re going to die you’re going to die please, please, don’t do this don’t do this you’re going to die.
You must.
Blast on through unhinged emotion and tear asunder attachment and aching desperate dreams. Cry your final tear and slice the limbs of pride and longing this spectral being you once aspired to grow and nurture, it’s almost time to be.
Rip away at constricting useless rational webs of who am I and what it is to live and there it is the silver eye of godly crystal awaiting your demise or ascent to high vibration or the crumbling of this box you’re trapped in. You’re here. What next?
Dogmatic
In the beginning naught did shine but light and hope and clouds they all had lustre,
Then the Journey snuffed it out.
In the beginning there swam free peace conscious and curious lives we hungered,
Then the Journey snuffed it out.
In the beginning both beast and man sweet harmony sang and we fed them and they fed us our joy,
Then the Journey snuffed it out.
In the beginning O’ heavens they were hallowed and unknown too was hallowed though thy name On High unknown,
Then the Journey snuffed it out.
In the beginning there was but green and blue and rustle and trickle and crack and splash all over,
Then the Journey snuffed it out.
In the beginning connected all did feel and balance all knew well,
And then the Journey snuffed it out.
In the end all was bleak exhaust flew through the cracks and poisoned,
The Cycle shall reset you.
In the end there was no peace and wonder was survival dead,
The Cycle shall reset you.
In the end the beasts lay caged or worse and mania-amaranthine so long beset them,
The Cycle shall reset you.
In the end the heavens all had clogged with hopeless quests to conquer,
Thy name unknown endured.
In the end there was no green or blue just black and endless thunder,
The Cycle shall reset you.
In the end the link it severed and all life fell asunder,
The Cycle shall reset you.
Dogmatic.
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