punch in the gut

jarred from the yellowing saccharine shards
privilege never to realize what it would actually take
the irreparable physical damage
the extinguishing of spirit
only to feed the perpetual illusion
for the sake of owning another
to see one's self before one's self
the incredible succession of enslavement

our daily bread

ICE

we are the tyrannous lot
 the dream breakers
 the shackle fasteners
we are the ever entitled
  the spirit corrupters
  the life takers
so illusioned are we
hating the tidal coming for refuge
refuge from the detritus of our power-driven capers
 we cage
 we malnourish
 we torment
 we rape
 we infect
 we let die
and it continues
 on and on
and we watch
  and watch
   and watch

shuttering cold

I had help last night
used as a lure
the flux of energies came
shuttered by
working
filtering
help

my frame
encompassed
no space for rest

layers of all
one by one
all of every
loud as life

a little life

lines in code writ
awaiting the proper snag
I sink back into the know of me
the every which
way to push the peak down
reflecting
ambitionless
awkward fractured self
and then all is changed
back to the same old route
the same bothered way of being
I'm am the not
and this
the knotting
it was the echo of all
slamming back to start

receding

waves of mutability knock and misalign the rigidity of my current consciousness
deterring a sense of placement in the constant of moment to moment
garb flowing about in attempts to syncopate
losing the drag of the undertow
i tend to float on the crest of my mind's lofty scenarios
giving little weight to what is
foothold runs snags between wide sutures
where the gash is transient in care
stench of rot sings the route variance
bobbing in the flicker interim
the dimming and garbled perception caught in glimpses
hopeful the decay will cease to seep of seams loosed

the tentacle swings and catches that which is hard set in the groove of the predictable
i recede amongst the heavy handed
detached in the oceans of "it's all much better in my head"

a literal work in progress

Traveler

The moon showing me the true state of lunacy
I wish to do you justice in word
Though I am in flux of my many
The variance detectable
I proceed...

You took to Source the question at one and a half revolutions
Returning only to immediately be called back for review
Upon second revival
the weight and shadow of All trailed your beam,
holding in insidious incubation,
having already stolen your core defense at the exit prior
This life presenting ever fluxing clarity with the mirror of existence
This earth providing what the body cannot sustain
Immediately forced to reach beyond
Being both the challenge and the song
Your energies are in constant draw
Constantly searching... seeking
What is sought by the journey is the challenge of outwardly being
On approach the recognition of similar paths etched into and left in shaded chill
now touched by this lifelight
How the portals surround and illuminate the deepest crags of my experience
Unwittingly caught by these various gravitational pulls, simply being in your presence,
my rawly exposed pits filled with this light which begs for the break of a cyclic constant
This light pushes
Pushes to challenge
Pushes to feel
to create
to reach
to embody
to play the song
my song
which I've left by the wayside
You needn't recognize what you carry for me
This draw may only be a knock toward the opening within
Though the song will play I have no need to know it's course
Here and now and moment to moment
The intensities of similarities afford a satisfying release
As if I've found myself in male form able to rise to and succeed where I have left for want
This is not envy
It is celebration
Celebration of your existence
Of simply knowing you are.
For now my body calls to rest and heal
I hope to meet you, kindred being, in our other planes
If not in this one
Good morning

Dark Ages

larvae at the wound
Disregard, her inflictor
live flesh now their course






"This sleep of forgetfulness will not last forever." -Petrarch

"Vote" -Those with the faith the corrupt machine can be made anew using the same parts.