Ascending to Heaven on an Eagle

Ascending to Heaven on an Eagle

I shall not be too forward
Advancing tales spun in moonlight
Fabulous secrets of nature
Avoiding all absurdities
Like Jack avoids the doctor

We consider the quality
Wares that the salesman brings
Fanfares and banners held on poles
While the children dance
Soldiers for the war

Breathe new life into your madness
Wave to the dregs as they pass
Spare not their rank or abilities
Heathens and idolaters have spoken
Experience teaching us new lessons

Who trouble not themselves
Occasion to observe
Ignorance by the cruelty
Most vile and atonable creature
Exceeds our efforts and wholly depends

With thunder and lightning
Where comes the power
Done by wicked and diabolical
Souls desirous of communion
Dispose their good Angels

Aim only for the practice
To pretend and to honor
By heaps of stones and statues
Assemblies of the people
Instruction of the truth

A Loan of Terror

A Loan of Terror

Lend me your terror,
a refuge you could not share.
You are strangled by
the feeling. A new
form of ugliness, paired with
monster. Your master
illusion calling
your name. With a mask, I speak
the truth for those who
do not listen. To
care so much is a weakness.
Happy ending come.

A Renaissance Angel

A Renaissance Angel

Your serene ignorance
Of a certain beauty
Is like the hate of a dog
A barking dog who recruits
Followers to a crusty band
Hearts beating wildly
They write your boneheaded wisdom in books
They move their lips a s they read
Ignorant to your perpetrations
Blue lips
Words after words
A drug infused rant
Of idiocy
Never finding the meaning
It escapes you
Dogged persistence of meaningless
Golden curls of tobacco
As you stand against the wall
Your back to the crowd
You can’t face your accusers
A gracias move toward the door
The filtering of light
To the point of madness
It is your madness
And you want to share it
She was mute
With the fierce look of the devil
Melting down to the core
Two dimensional questions
A careful distortion

The Yield of darkness

The Yield of darkness

In the tomb
I see her
Better than the world
Better than god
The bone of my flesh
The terrible look
A trapped animal
Trapped in the walls of anguish
Deeper into the night
The carnal hose of the soul
Shaking itself free
Of the bonds of dharma
We lived in black dreams
Made of stitches we could not find
Sucking us in
Making everything an underworld
With fists of laughter
Revolving around phantom satellites
As the beast looks into us
Doubled barreled
In barbed plumes
An insatiable itch
Cool as chaos

It changed the whole

It changed the whole

I.
I looked up
The first gulp
Stopped by the moment
Walking into the glimpse
Page after page of realization
You have been living with a lie
A stone around your neck
Dragging you down
Your legs are the roots of trees
Planted in the soil of terror
A soul that you never had the taste for
Words are meaningless to the axe
Let us talk about your crazy eyes
Too long in the branches
Close to the boundary
The most enchanting

II.
The human spore
Of value
Of dignity
Of light
The cold fabric of life
A dirty mouth
Choking and hissing tongue
Marked by the loss
A forlorn island
Accepting the eviction
The odious sense of sacrifice
Screwed in another direction
Trampled upon
A great big hole
We fall into
And are reduced to ashes
The soil of complete
Layer upon layer
Saluted relics
To have being
Standing in a trance
A strange moving substance
The old dream

III.
Vague at the edges
A peculiar metamorphosis
Crumbling on my hands
Dying comfortably
Deserted them
Through the rites
An absolute stranger
Moving on to new battles
As the world moves
Slightly bent at an angle
That lets only a fraction in
Chewed alive and digested
As flesh and blood
Reshaped by the spirit
Penetrated through, endowed
Everything out of place
The deeper I burrow into the evolution
Like a pushed worm
A warm human pressure
Like a tornado
With big blue eyes

IV.
I am desolate
Most horrible anguish
Like a maniac
Through a hole
Incredible and monstrous
It seems so natural
To be howling inside
The wolf within
Chewing on the carcass
It totters and careens
I am in the dream once again
Pleasurable and maddening
Muttering to myself
Now till doomsday
Mangled and torn apart
Kill them all
The stars shine
And everybody suffers
Twisted and formed by human hands
We wander forlorn and desperate
Seeking the body
Drifting with the current
Born out of a wound
A ghost in their midst
In the void

Dropping Shooting Stars

Dropping Shooting Stars

They leave you seared
A smolder of pure joy
The best of all
Gored and dethroned
We shall shed jubilant
Dragging us down again
Dead to the world
Love is no more
You have forgotten how
Waiting for the light to go out
Adrift somewhere in the night sky
We call this death
A bitter taste
Immortalized and burning
The dead planet still spins
It’s heart still set on pretending
A revolving wasteland
We call this home
It’s all we know
All we cherish
The little god on our altars
She speaks of another life
A museum of what has been
Dancing with the skeleton
He speaks the words
You want to hear
Utter and immediate
The terrain of meaning
A crowded ghostly recollection
Naked and standing
On the precipice of history
They steal the body
And prostitute the mind

Unroll the world

Unroll the world

It goes on forever
Like a hallway to heaven
Lying in the cabbage patch
Legs spread wide open
As the sea is deep
Trapped in a shallow line
Flay the living hide
Down on the alter
Taking on the holy ghost
And all comers
Both holy and profane
Digging for the other side
Praying for the spark
That ignites the groove
Cal you feel me?
I am alive
I am brave enough
To be me
To be free
Sitting on my lap
With the consciousness of Buddha
Not disturbed by the twilight
The growing darkness
A emptiness that swallows it all
The honeymoon of flesh
Her feet no touching the ground
Sometimes in the twinkling
A corpse piled up
One after another
Over and over again
Choose not to look away
Embrace the circle
The hole and the dirt
Both are love and peace
Pry it open
Make a path
Build your fire on the hilltop
Cry for the birth
Rage for the dying stars
The light that was never born
Nothing left but stench
The world falling apart
On the shadow of memory
We all hang from the wire
Demanding resolution
But, the hangman never comes
Never brings the hope
A reaper and binder
The flush of dawn
And the zeal of industry
There is no more
Nothing left to burn
Where are my matches?