Surpassed Supression

Each page draws me closer to check and falling sprout of surpassed suppression. I give no heart to pain and I ignore its friend prejudice, It has no beacon of  warmth, No fix that is real  or help. There is one, and its only an idea. Only, as if that made it any less powerfulContinue reading “Surpassed Supression”

Ecstasy’s Wind

Error in Judgement, Judgment and decay no more, but an ecstasy wind. What limited realm is  the i.d. of our  very realm itself? Does not your realm breathe  of the ecstasy wind  and of ecstasy’s wind. What Apollo gods rule  this earth to maker her so cruel? Why Athena have you forsaken us? 6/9/14

Your word Your place, Your work Your Mark

No force or strings, bribes, promises or laws will keep me from my stake and claim. The time has come for the fight once feared, now bragged about, cold is end of the sad day when you turn to a retreat more shameful than the french. The cities belong to the pedestrians but they wereContinue reading “Your word Your place, Your work Your Mark”

There Will Be Peace, Revolution, and One

  The archaic always seems to have its place. Whether we like it, whether we know it, is another matter all together. Is their any real poetry in these words? Is their any real phonetic surprise, any peak. Perhaps, but more than anything, their is return. Their is the same thing that has long cycledContinue reading “There Will Be Peace, Revolution, and One”

And the Old Ways Die

Finally a break in the waves and the old ways die. No art must always surface in the tragic but in the emotion in the raw and its reality to the  observers situation. What phenomena, the    fact we observe, where in this neural web and drowned cave is this observer, where indeed? I wantContinue reading “And the Old Ways Die”

I am My Mind and One are Three

I am my mind, One are three, Sense is none, Our Dreams are real, Our talks are waste, Our vaudeville is dead, Our wives are prudes, Our Husbands are daughters, Our Sons are whores, Our pages are dead, and everything is a satire upon a joke upon Irony. HA! 3/27/12

What Now Rally on Lust

What now, rally obscure sexuality. Charge! Charge! Charge I say! Charge upon no frustrations reef upon the end of  the charged of the royal and the entry whole. Beautiful release, no vulgarity only in the minds of those oh so sadly feeble, so weakly angry, no sin of the flesh, only pleasure, it is aContinue reading “What Now Rally on Lust”

The Work of My Words

Ten deep breathes, and let the words do all the work, let this chaos be my own, let that flesh be  known to me. Let that idea sour in our skies and our speech. Let each and every  one. Our wishes and prayers are pointless, no one hears them except the well and the priest.Continue reading “The Work of My Words”

I Am Not a MadMan

I have been called to my own self defense, I am no madman, I am nothing but a bounty, of love and resource for all, for all who want and               accept it. I am not a madman. I am a presence that makes no        Continue reading “I Am Not a MadMan”

To Question

What ever was there to know, Whatever was there to have on hand to so be questioned. To question answer but on and off again, Sinful friendliness you are no help at all. Only past misconstruction and always trifled hours. 2/16/11

To Find My Docile Cause

To find my docile cause, My own draft of soul and resource. Driven by the Charges recourse, by the agents of fortunes pain of maturities trial nature, what humid steam of humor would elicit the reactions of film’s martyrs, why cannot our acts of past retributes speak for themselves. Speaking, speaking, always speaking of freedoms.Continue reading “To Find My Docile Cause”

Saint’s and the Gold Ink

Saints bargain       night on valor shoots for the          secure voyeur. Very interesting, rid the plan for fault and imagination. Plain view in relevance. Romance, romance, I please do beg of romance. Of burden         chapter past       of social          Continue reading “Saint’s and the Gold Ink”

Cross or Pass the Threshold and Behold What is Destiny

Beginnings of their ends, always some brink of crossing thresholds and milestones. When some cross, others pass. When others pass many are unaware of the elevation the neo transcendence of all existential matter, of all everyday trivial and usable time and effort. Brought about wages of conflict striving under the boards like cockroaches that theyContinue reading “Cross or Pass the Threshold and Behold What is Destiny”