Tying the Knot

we are tied in a knot
twisted and clotted
tighter than wire,
thrown in the fire,
expired. Together,
rebirthed in flames,
changed, never
to be the same.
No names from the past
stack up to fact;
so different now,
more than where we've been,
yet less than a complex vessel
bound by stress on numerous
levels, tethers tying us together
tighter than ever,
brighter than embers,
ready, whenever
to take a new shape.

But first we must separate...
accelerate away
until the void between
collapses the light.
What cannot be seen, then
envelopes everything.
Knotting time and dimensions
spawning dementia.

Alternate

I was floating up an artery

Bareback on a demon

Meant to Help me,

Shelter me,

From the

Outside.

Captivated

and in stride with

Their glaring crimson

Eyes, lighting the flow

forth and back, currently

Stacked in opposition. I saw

inside the reds and whites, such

a poison, nourishing the Cancer much

more than those freelancers floating on

and on, 'til they reach the precipitate dance,

advancing the cycle that surmounts me, surrounds

me like chains on the perpetual footprints, in snow.

I was feeling captured, but no Rapture

Could Relieve me, lest he take these Sinning

Christians away before the break of dawn. Like

Sheep they should be herded into their mother's arms

Taking their toxins to fuel the furnace within, Sources

Long lost to the Parasite Brethren. Like turkeys,

They will drown staring at the sky. The water

is the uprising they fear. In everything,

Projection Produces Paranoia. In every

Memory

Memory Lapses.

Hitch-Hike

met a man with holes in his hands
he was walking barefoot, pissed off,
Down a dirt road, I slowed and rolled
Beside him, "Hey stranger," Said I,
"Could you use a ride?"

He looked at me, His face, a match,
It's Madness, burnt out, sputtering fire
from dry lips, dispatching to himself
In a tongue I can't describe,
Everything went bright,

Now he's inside, in white,
His skin, no longer leather,
His hair, no longer fried,
Instead wore perfection,
And smiled, quite snidely,

So you CAN see me?

It was a thought, all my own,
but I answered in words
I cannot describe,

(Yes, I can see you, I saw
How you changed, Your face,
in the grain now looks at me plain)

That PAIN keeps me on this PLANE.
I Exist, Here you see me-

[______________________________]

I am the Sun of the Whole one
But all are taught not to see
Me as I am, still suffering
The hypocrisy of non-believers

[HE SMILED]

I will not fade away
Until the day I Force
Them to face me
They'll All Go Crazy

(Why didn't I?)

All Went Bright
The man behind me
Waved goodbye in
the rearview mirror.

I kept silent
And memorized
My meeting the
Hole-y Hand (y) Man.

To Rynn, my heart

These fireflies could be your teeth,

The way they shine, they make your

Smile,

Piece by Piece.

I sit beneath and breath your hair,

Scent by leaves.

These trees turn this twilight to

Night, scattering thoughts,

I spot you here. With me.

The fireflies keep blinking,

The canopy is speaking squawks,

as squirrels sleep,

Bugs move the breeze,

All are you, from my view,

A Complexity,

never shrinking.

- - -

There is a point

I

Have come to

In

A spiralling Spinal

natur|e|:

Now,

Break off the branch

And

Fall to the Land Unknown.

Think!

down deep inside. close your eyes,

|Close|

your mind. How we fall in such

Peace.

Gravity wins your passions,

Reli|e|ves

the pressure and stress

Rest,

Go with peace,

Fall,

Into the unknown.

.

.

,____________________

NOW OPEN YOUR EYES

Look at the day, all that

you control, It's Amazing

how anything could be something even nothing is some thing of the mind.

Look at the sun, feel the rays of heat, lay on concrete early evening feel the massivity,

still cooling, we ride on her back through what's greater than our minds, yet deny her

consciousness, divine, epic fuck-up.

. . .

Soft spoken words

Belong to your lips,

I hear birds chirping

In the Distance,

And you're not here

To whisper in my ear,

So I roam, so I roam

In search of some shelter

I cannot call home.

How do you keep so dry,

Why do people keep you

safe inside, away from the rain

That's flooded my thoughts.

Am I really such a fly

on the wall of your mind?

1,2,3,4-1,2,3,4

When I'm marching I bring you with me,

On my shoulder, you sit, whispering words

Encouraging the shift from right to left,

Forward goes every step when I march

In your energy, towards enlightened tomorrows

and joys that were todays sorrows, Away,

Away from yesterdays wine and water,

When I'm marching I Bring you With me,

Behind these eyes you hold the reigns,

When I speak, It's you yanking chains

in my brain, commanding I say what you say

I will say. When i'm marching, there's little need,

So we keep the conversation in this cranium-

In good company (Now that we know to share

This barren body) We move to march through

This daring place, wearing half the others face,

Pursuing balance before the final rest reaches

Me.

You, too.

When Marching will be made obsolete.

I'd rather see it so, due to me-

We, must figure out these feet and cease

The Rhythm, Switch the beat, and be free.

Rich/Poor Us

Riches are porous. A holey skin to wear and flaunt,

A stitchless facade that dwindles without maintenance,

And haunts the model constantly. The glory and glamour

that enamor the fool sticks like a tan from a can, staining

the surface, retaining no purpose but to maintain

The plane of the image, one wishes to reflect.

To think that rocks recieve such worship,

Because they look like the sun, Shiny and golden,

Easily molded to be worn, Cold enough to hold

in your hand and toast The Holey Ghost,

That porous skin, The Vanity Trend.

Yes, Riches are vain, the prettier rock

is Worth more to a king who was born onto the

Thrown, who never saw his own shit, and worked

for not a soul. He grows old, and never uses his hands

But to motion his servants, He lives like a god,

But as a man, he is not, still, His thoughts on what matters

Are all that matter, He wishes to be perched above the world.

Ironic .

The riches that crowned him sat beneathe the ground,

As if it were the earth shitting gold, to catch and hold our gaze,

As the sun never could, yes riches are blinding rays that shrink

the Iris of reason, To please the virus of reaction, recognition,

By like-minded fools who want to be atop each other

In spools of thread, primed for the alchemy that cheats time.

The Rich get richer .

The poor stay poor.

A poor man needs support, just to stand and stay alive.

The Poorest man is a rich one who wants more.

Sonic Bloom

The stars are blossoming,

An electric bouquet; shimmeringly

Embossed, glittering lights, glowing

in flight across the night sky.

These eyes are glossed in awe,

The stars, My gosh...

Flowers in the darkest desert,

Blooming from their frosted Norm,

Dancing with each other, Warming

That sheet of nothingness like never

Before.

Oh, How they web together!

Enlightening the life I exist,

Speaking it's mysteries as if

I were clever to its speech:

Blinking thoughts on colored shots,

Streaking in streams, putting seams

In my mind, In My Mind, In My Mind.

Doubt

Imbalanced,

The perfectiondivinity of this

Rhythms in Lines Curved

inSync To Your Core

The Tip of the needle

Billowingunderneathand

Hello, I am a black hole.

Hello, I am a black hole.

Below your soul oh

Billowingunderneathand

I n s I d e The Tip of the needle

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inSync To Your Core

S piraPr ogre ss ed Vcation

Rhythms in Lines Curved

Of a perfect Trajectory align

The perfectiondivinity of this

Perspective0life.

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To rend this art

Oh the people that you talk to

All believe they're in love with you.

And in your Temple there's a secret door

That travels deep down straight to the core,

And he's yours

once he lands onto your petals

and your poison settles

into his brain, his Blood will

fill Desire's pill capsule,

and feed you medicine made by man.

To calm you, sedate you,

He dates you to tame you

He tames you to understand

He is the man, Oh

He only thinks he's fallen in love...

With you, I cannot Blame him,

Our investment in each other

Went Lame and defaulted.