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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

"ember blossoms"

mute view unto the moon.
nothing to see here,
though feel the pull.

silent winter grace
cold ground and chill cut wind,
mountain blue place.

seem singular as am.
bought a spot of market share;
the only game by which to warm.

sell sectioned lots of value, 
though deviated discounts and flux
in price, time sold wholesale.

rotting meat falls prey to insect, 
bacterial decay to habit, hope;
petty insights of momentary drivel.

rock pushing, apple taking, serpent 
growing, thunder shock uprising,
promethean flame. phenix pain.

hapless holiday innards lay
claim to digestive middle income
in cheap candies and mints.

money is the motion
that our current boat strides,
economic cruise or industrial liner.

clarity fry groans hinder christian
values, dreaming of apocalypse
or at least an end to it, strain.

desire soft open pleasures
filled with members only
jacket covered fellas.

old gods inside all cried
foul winter rot!
the fool is aging as are we!

we are legion and again
jesus sent us all to pot
and rot in a heap o pigs.

stoner friend you hiss a song
melodic and strong. 
your sweet lips grin so grim.

opal mouth blood covered tips
the grips of which seen fold
flesh in space and make us old.

power grows relentlessly 
violent in its desire 
to dominate whole.

release it all, you do not want,
do not need, have no creed.
not this, not this.

mother aged wisdom rapidly
into an egg of pain and misplaced
virtues, sweet prim promises

father fooled around as fool
and found the faulty ground
withstood little of posturing.

son thought and thought
as though it might matter
to mother or father or other.

funny how the Forever family
writhes in a success yet to be seen

and thought it pain.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

"Motor Heart Transmission"

Open timespace!
where might we find 
open heart translation
of the motor heart transmission kind?
today i drew a thousand thousand faces
cus' I call it as I know it
wisdom showing a way of looking at that dark
ark of levity growing.

There are other ways to look.
This maybe the art that will save you.
Inspiration station, 
jump outta the system.

great capacity for darkness
a lil' soul or terrible timing 
in waking, shaking the clock, 
someone is knocking
while waiting at the door to your heart.
insect to flame, 
intersect my tiny concerns,
my important pain, 
freeways of freewill claims

give a look of recognition
or concur, gimme silly hope! 
nope, but it's a dream of mine. 
labor all the time 
at this heart of mine
searching within square inches
the minutiae of a moment

mirror mind o' mine, 
no serpents, no problems
Circuit like Time Serpents
crawling in every which direction
some may need to grow a soul
outta paths they slither and wind.
can't pay no mind, 
gotta stand in my mean and light.

My experience now a river
of resources, rich and silty flow,
Stickman holds a sun bulb soul
above my life green house 
fear fuels the drive
smothers the fire
mutes my vivid mental design
focus the mind design

i can't feed on the sign
symbols and prayers
leave us unsustained
as game of prey
the role i play
strong will wind directs the way
a change of the lionhearted to that
which blows us over

fortune's wind is generated 
by bat wings and flight
rises up again as unprejudiced 
acts of natural light
sinewave world sub-production,
hermetic, bizarre, heretical,
making paper collage, writing letters, 
making objects and mailing them.
Practice psychic ability, imagination, 
anticipation, intuition
and love your magick tortoise heart.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Summer Weeds

travel, woods, tank, surf, the found outer rim of magick,
a grand movement that correlates upon the air and earth.
missive hopes, grand design, group effort, local lie,
trigger happy hipster, sick choleric grifter sifts 
oceans of sands of times and orange bottomed 
ripened fruits full of tincture of essence of blossom
and gristle; follow junk outside of time while inside
containers of homogenous visions flux and fashion
hungry kitchen counters, beans, bells, golden whispers,
evocative missions flow and form knowing resonance,
opening gates to the next great fate and money enough.
preach the decision, eden in a trailer park, hell on wheels,
trash humpers, glass avenues, nova blues, phenix tunes,
jazz for the art guild and clicks currency continuum. 
independence glides in, strength eases in temperance,
artful usefulness designs capable symmetrical balance. 
emotively legendary, singular, dawn the wand guides
hand, mouth, deertongue. direct the way, concentrate to 
expand, demand the world citizenship and the golden
mean to prove access to a spectral spectrum outside
the humdrum, while inside drum and hum 

the hymn of soul that i gno.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

the 70's style of "Chop & Rip"

Sometimes we become hard and cartoonish, set in habit and comfortable in thought.  This world has abrasive, hurtful edges and cradling waters of pleasure.  The teeth of beasts finds the creator demiurge in a fogGod of its own making, reflexively devouring itself.  By course of habit and preexisting model, the fractal nature of reality, as above so below, bends its shape over creator god and human measure in similitude.  Thus we shape and consume our own self-modeled-made perspectives in the light of Nature and its endless eating and preying.

This train of thought is strongly Gnostic:  view existence by way of escaping flawed, blind creation.  Chaos thought itself into mistakenly forming order as a thought, pattern, and then recoiled in vile reaction.  Beyond the veil of active forces there maybe a receptive field in which all decays and dies only to rise from a hidden fostering growth.  The nondual offers existence the eternal opportunity to try it again.  This merry-go-round is too-old as never-has-been, and the ride justly changes supremely and wyrdly.  Whatever it maybe, betcha it'll be an other.

Friday, May 4, 2012

GPS as a Heart Odometer

Greater Professional Sensibility
keys into the Symbiotic Trio
Mozart Muzak and Nefasto Entradas
Ningunos simbolos de Tallo,
no stembol, more Nous

empires end and once again extend
as the same incorporeal growth known,
instills fissures beyond insecure
news harping the echoes and smoke-filled
morphologies we learn by crestfallen
childhood mistakes making way
into Awisshood monotone trim below,
serenity, scorn, try, meaning, gnosis
or Oromonic trills

down there's a red chair, interior justice,
mannequin legs muckin' about

It's one of your nutters, his one constant
companion, Death.

the inside's bigger than the out

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Billiken, God o' How Things Ought To Be

I am the God of Happiness,
I simply make you smile,
I prove that life's worth living
And that everything's worth while;
I force the failure to his feet
And make the growler grin,
I am the God of Happiness,
My name is Billiken.

I am the God of Luckiness,
Observe my twinkling eye—
Success is sure to follow those
Who keep me closely by;
I make men fat and healthy
Who were quarrelsome and thin;
I am the God of Luckiness,
My name is Billiken.


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Charlie Koo & Eddy Eight Infinity

A sandwich, brimming with theoretical ham,
thinning sliced thesis,
a will she tries to understand.

Reducing compulsion every and watching
drugs work about, work back-cut
I-Ching stop writing and just live angels
forlorn TV detail play experimentspell
segment cells spell mansuit is
where sleep adjusts hair fast off
my loserdom Business, clean play, this
shaven tie-card-game spoken early
morning gets a mercury outta process
run heart out to Hecate patchwork
My rate of method influx goodwill
Up-depression is Thoth-spelled-images
There inspiration on Shakti efficacy
Calling Ganesh-success-mind take
Magick sword situation barriers of
deconstructionist walls
while camera ordered
documenting in words and play the hand
well free delight accept risk
seek failure, groom, sit, run up

I move through the shadows of
the oversoul or dimensions
casting hardness and prison cells,
shells of obstruction and trials of growth-flow,
trying to maintain cheerfulness
while in search of the Presence.

Moving the fear while
familiarized with panic's gnosis.
inducing grace, short of breath
in the death posture,
manifestation is what i foster.

The Eternal Bluesman
is on the escape, he's on the escape.
The Eternal Footman
is on his trail, he rails by his fate.

go to the quick of that
which keeps me from flowing
keeps me from knowing

Go to the quick of that
which keeps me inundated,
ignorant and frustrated

Keeps me in the know
Simple in the gnosis
Folding all the chairs
enfolded in the process

a dialogue with the collective controller noosphere.