Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Convergent Destiny

When the metal tracks merge there is symmetry
Even when the tracks are over grown with dried grass
Even when the planks are are old and weathered
The intent and purpose are still there
And I admire the harmony in the direction
And my mind desires the hope
Even when I am terrified there is none
Direction without an itinerary
Anomie at the edge of the universe
The tracks designate destiny
When does forever become never
And when it becomes
There is stark raving madness
And the horror fills my soul

Sunday, July 25, 2010

You Exist In Here

You are a gestalt
You are a unified field of ebb and flow
Perfection and harmony crawl across your surface
Where do you begin and end
Do you flow into the milieu
Are you a transcendental morph
Where does your blood flow

Where is it that the fire in your lips burns
I can feel the tattoo gun riveting my chest
I close my eyes
My thoughts are in the pain in my chest
How unpleasant it is to try not to show the pain
What ego controls this
Is this for the moisture in your lips

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

More Than What Is

What is this joy in the morning
Why is it so late
When this beauty arrives
Is it really yours
Lessons of prudence say it is not
I am bridled by the last knot of existence
Love comes in my unraveling

Isn't that the inevitable destiny
Isn't this the primordial truth
The axiom is what you can have when you no longer need it
The handle invites release only when
One looses the desire to pull it
What is this world of polarities
When the world dictates the opposite

I live in this malaise of opposites
I have reached this world of juxtaposition
I am hobbled by the ropes of apathy
The flow of my blood is constrained
And at the last moment
I am tortuously given the opportunity to love
And I love with all the passion in my heart

Friday, July 16, 2010

Watching

I now live in a mystical dimension
It's in a realm outside your existence
There is an excitement to the first warbles of your song
Unbelievably I live in a world that experiences your deep rich complexities
Yet I am aware that my apparatus lacks the capacity
I know a dimension of your truth
My mind fills in the fields of empty space

The ocean is oppressive with pressure
There is a coalescence of life in the vise of this existence
My body was designed for this pressure
My intelligence has taken me into your world
My feelings have merged with yours
I share your beauty
I wonder if you can see in mine

Does it even matter
Does it matter that our worlds are so different
Is there a possibility that we have commonalities
Do I hurt when when you have unfathomable pain
Can we be so different
How is it that some of us are so different
How is it that same is same

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Beowulf

I admire your vein of lavender
I desire to pull back your petals
It's not that I don't appreciate your bulbous qualities
It's just that I have to swim in your meat
I have to slide down into your interior
I have to skate your billowy pillow
It is my destiny to drop into your nectar

I know your moisture is sticky on my lips
There is your rich fertilizer
I can feel my salvation transcending the exotic
There are the pockets on the other side of my teeth
Filled above secession
And there is the torrent flooding my mouth
My mind spends into the abyss

There is no other place
This is way beyond nurtured
Sustenance what is that
I think this has an end time
I need the embrace of freedom
It's just that I am lost in the web work
I am cocooned in the web

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Mind's Cravas



Neurotransmitters bathe the crags of existence
They provide the substance that backdrops perception
They are the river under Huckleberry Finn
They are the nettles that make the river safe from intruders
They breed the synaptic raft of communication
The neurotransmitter kayak is hungry to embark
Almost like there is no death

But I have crossed the river of no more
My receptors and dispensers are without neurotransmitters
The messages are not getting through
I feel my facade without substance
I am deeply sad at the malaise
Life is bleeding away
I am dissipating in the sunset

It is my hope that when the sunset comes effervesce will bubble
I am like all children afraid of the unknown
Yet I know the truth of what is
But I have put my step on the other side of the precipitous
I am in the transition
I am lingering in
The no more

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Harmony and Not

At the edge of the world there is an end to harmony
There is serenity and not
The birds watch for the disoriented
The disoriented struggle in the last throws of hope
We are in the last dregs of life
And we know it
It is painfully obvious as we take a deep breath of surf

Our heads are bloodied on the rocks
We are partially blinded with our own life giving blood
We are slammed forward yet again
We are aware the birds spiraling over us
We are fearfully waiting for the pain of the beaks
As we are more unconscious we feel the thrush from above
We are now into the hope of no more

This is my life of transition
A long time for this
It all makes me think I failed
But maybe I didn't
Maybe my ineptitude was for this purpose
Maybe for people like me
Substantial loss stops the reincarnation phenomena

Friday, July 9, 2010

The Top And Bottom Of The Day

Clandestine silhouettes tie the day together
The top and bottom of the day are a reflection of time
There is no division in the time or texture
The subtleties are translucent and merge into each other
Sometimes I can skip a stone into another dimension
Sometimes I live in the beginning and end at the same instance
Sometimes I desire to transpire without the distinction

The fact is that there is such a place
A place where logic does not exist
A place where logic suspends its control of the terrain
Oh there may be some sort of connection
A connection of unnecessary proportion
But it is necessary to transcend
Because if we don't we won't understand
Just as birds fly without explanation
Just as as night transcends day
There are things better left undefined
There are things better left in the surreal
Why evolve in explanation
Why exist in defined transition
Why not supersede reality

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Women Of The Earth

Meaty women of substance
Women who eat and roll tacos
Their bodies are churches
Their muscles are fat encased
They are lost in the cud they chew
But there is no questioning
They are as necessary as the sun

Big meaty hands rolling the corn into meal
Not too far away the child makes his desires known
He wants to suckle her teat
She pulls her breast out of her blouse
And milk drips in anticipation
She continues kneading the corn meal
And she multi tasks in the balance

I am not embraced to observe this
I watch the boy suck her
For a moment I imagine the sexuality between them
I am embarrassed by the thought
I see her eyes consider the moment
I see her kneed the corn meal again
And I love this real moment of my life

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

When Love Is No More

When love is not
What reason is there
What does it mean
It means the absence of life
It is the horizon without the silhouettes
It is the kiss without the moisture
It is the background without the foreground
I am in the quicksand of absent love

Oh I copulate
I can ejaculate
It is just that sex without love violates
And I live in violation all the time
After a time there is no time
Life without love is without beauty
I am starving in the the plenty
I have come to know

The plenty is not my need
My need is for the ethereal
I must share your love
Your love is my passion
It's just that now that I know
There is no option
There is only malaise
There is only exit

Surprised Acquiesence

The truth bled across the stones effortlessly
I wanted to know the permutation of its complexity
It's just that there was none
I was startled by its transparent succor
It was so obvious I was dazzled in the moment
The mundane for the second became the transcendental
I was superseded in a flash of the trivial

Life required my awareness
Because truth lived in between the lines
Adjudication was a balance between right and wrong
Truth lived in polarity
Everything was a little bad and a little good
This realization provided explanation
The balance was between good and bad

There was truth here
There was insanity here
There was pristine natural balance
And I lived in the supersede
There was a crushing pain in my heart
And I knew that I didn't belong
And I wanted out