What to say
In times of silence,
Our dreams all crumble and froth.
We burn our wings for a chance to sing
the lesson of the moth.
Where spirit is kept underneath the shade
Of our longing shadows edge,
This contempt for hallows,
Pray indusiatus Phallus,
Our depth we strive to hedge.
O what to say in times of silence,
For what is to be got?
When all was wrought,
Has now rot,
And I myself feel not.
How can this be?
A truth that is not me,
A me that is not we,
A we that is not thee.
How can this be?
A sun that is not one,
A one that is not done,
A sum of only some.
For what shall i cry?
For whom shall i die?
For where could this be,
if here we cannot see?
Ahhh, the place far above,
Pillowy clouds, majestic doves,
In a sky that dwarfs the sea.
A this that is not love,
Without hand, a forlorn glove,
On bended leg, I distressedly beg,
How can this be?
a space fills the form
black paths that the winds blown over
there's a way unseen
within the veil, without the screen
that slaloms through bones and dirt
sailing off now, fingers through and through
twirling my hair in the eye of what is
and what is what is?
broken twigs? ocean mist?
omen fits with open fist?
the birds will never say.
fleeting i saw something
when the outdoors inhaled
the breeze from under the door
and it is this
on edge of ledge in
the first second of falling
before you notice its bad
muscles around the mouth
with an unwavering loftiness these
letters on my piano are for playing out
a happiness that hurts
for feeling home in discomfort
and then im here
and then where was i before?
i rest with things behind the sun
I sit to write and nothing comes.
A nothing that I can say nothing about and leave it happily.
It leaves me so happy I have nothing to write about.
The hurt elephant treads sluggishly and gets left behind,
A piggie vies for teet-position but is outmuscled at every turn,
After a good thrashing about, the small coi gets its meal taken from its lips,
A wallop, a shriek, a tear, a sulk.
The elephant enjoys peaceful solitude,
Tended less means increased patience and self-reliance,
Bruised muscles and pride make one tough yet actively passive,
an illuminated yellow flower from ground view
a yellow flower close-up with the outline of tall unfocused pine trees in the backdrop
before the backdrop is a standing man in faded color
the standing man is holding up a baby to the sky eclipsing the sun
the rays shoot out from behind the baby
the flower, man, baby, and sun make up the contents of an old photograph
a picture on a dashboard
a water drop falling towards the steering wheel
an old man is weeping in the driver's seat,
his wrinkled hands upon his pale face, his lips turned in anguish
it is night time, he is alone
the maroon sedan sits in an alley way where it is raining
the alley way lies downtown
a cityscape with a dark purple sky, lightening striking
the view of the city is on a television screen
in front of the television is a family of four on the couch
they are eating tv dinners, ripping through their chicken legs as a bucket rests on the countertop
the household is pictured on a billboard
it is an advertisement, however most of the words have been etched out
the worn billboard has been spray painted on with the caption reading in green,"never again"
the billboard is surrounded by trees and has many vines growing around its edges
the billboard has been engulfed by jungle forest trees
before the billboard is an open grass field with patches of high standing wild rye
a group of friends - faces painted, some with shirts off, others with feathers and flowers in their hair - sitting in a circle, drumming, smiling, laughing, dancing, and hugging in the field
dancing and hugging in a thought bubble
of a young man sitting at his desk
If a spider bites me while I'm up in a tree,
and and I get infected with no antiseptic,
If while flying to Brazil my plane's engines stop,
and we ram into a mountain..kerrplop!
If I go running and an automobile swerves, flips, spins ,and jumps the curb,
and crushes my body impaling me into the turf,
If while swimming in the ocean a shark takes a bite,
despite my protective sun-block lotion, during rip tide,
and I'm half eaten, with organs secretin',
and swallowed by Poisedon's tongue,
maimed, pulled under, and swept under the sandy rug,
If a beggar whom I let into my home to feed and clothe,
decides he might murder me and shove me into the stove,
If while dancing in the bath tub, I slip and crack my head, If while flying a kite, lightening strikes me dead, If im on vacation in range of a suicide bomber, If while taking a nap i get eaten by jeffery dommer, If i get cancer in my heart or an aneurism in my brain, If i get caught by a bear trap and cannot break its chain, If i get lost in the andes with no food or water, If while building a home I trip into a wood chopper, If the mushrooms I eat are poisonous, If I suffocate in a casket, or If I chew too fast and choke on a turkey sandwich.
it wont really matter much
it was all just a game anyway
a simple postponement, like a rain delay
If something happens today to bring about this life's end
tomorrow ill come out to play again.
re-figuring perspective in the most objective
steps are inside out
ambiguous geometry in straight lines and right angles
time/space/something I can't explain
where is this?
the "it" in "it's raining"
the words all fall but the question mark always remains
an all-absorbing projection of sensitive numbness
the door may not lead to its room
standing on heads, we imagine, if we were there
unity=combining 2 of 1 in remembrance
that there wasn't any 2 to begin with
light reflect off ground
ground reflect off light
upon reflected ground-light i reflect
pondering upon my light that brings light, ground, and reflection
into a reality that isn't really real the moment i think about it 'cause then they're just words...and words are most deft what they are not...word
but i am a part of this, word up I am this
'Tis i that lights the ground that reflects me
take any one of the four out and see
if any of the other three continues to be.
my sight is not light, but it does light as much as light does itself
sound does not bounce off ground, rather the ground sounds
(and i ain't talking about no earthQUAKES)
I touch upon this and reflect on how reflections occur without touch
but a lot of cats out there be like:
"FUCK THAT! LIGHT!...CANT TOUCH THIS!
I'M TOO THUGGISH!".....
whimpering inside like: "i need a hug kids"
their fight ain't right
measuring the lows by the heights
like who turned off....the lights?
this is my call to you to pull me through
oh light....won't you
without touching me
|Heart of Cosmos||
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