Poem – 12.25.08

Tiny pyramids cover the dream chart I have graphed
with information flowing and bouncing
full of self-fulfilling spiral madness
and manic spitfire binary tappings
morsing out a cacophonous tympani
ancient drums relaying the multilayered filaments
with photon flashing, reflected in your eyes
I see the in.sight that comes from somewhere
in this whirling maw of nodes and numbers
far-flung in six holographic dimensions -
a certain upgrade from the sparkled glasses of old
that only let us see blank canvases half-cocked
and crammed with scrolling messages impending
doom
Reach through the fired sand turned mirror and
sprinkle your own shining glyph onto the glowing mandala
sphere-charm
tossing seeds of crystal walls into the face of
cloaked eraserheads
forcing dissolution of walled spendor into
novae and opened plane outreaching
off into the distant stars`

The Tremor of the Gods; I Wait

Rays, fast pulsing, reign down upon
my face
warm tendrils brush aside silken threads
tying my vision
and all things become clearer

Brumbletrolling over and over
the tops are sweeter than the bottom
of the cell – mindmade and crumbling
Sweet nectar, singing softly in my eyes,
is taking liberties with the dimensional fabric
pulling me along fresh trace-lines from the
future-not-yet-lived

Binary stars before Sol
through to soul
and back to fingertips
paving roads trembling to travel
as stirring slumber lies silent
and glowing
with a life beyond the strength hidden
in shell-shocked form
Open! To now breathe!

Poured into empty chalice,
now full
and whispered words of darting, silent
tongue fuse now colored light
fast breaking on tidal screens

And the moon to reflect your glory
a goddess once inhabited
Horizon abode danging threads to hang by
as the rocking motion lulls me back
Back to the comfort of this warm lily
whose fragrant spirit calms the gods
and softly whispers my dreams

And the Sign shall be a Mark shall be a Word shall be a Whisper

This story telling me is foReign,
hidden on the stones of our fur-fathers cast to tell our fortune -
only to have the shattered words thrown back

Exploratory emotions push through my skin, root hairs digging deep into the yet-to-be-known with the nourishment being probability of success.

Plant your seeds, log^men,
plan your seeds

agapE, the devourer moves upwards – a twirling star particles surrounding flays maw from spirit and i am weightless
bliss

gravity well performing ultimate justice as this form rotates around its new-found binary forming the system
10
0
0
0

ethereal vapors pulling all to oNe and a tumultuous joy embraces
This wind I ride upon…it has a secret name that was whispered in my years ago, so softly the clay godsesses spoke this talisMan’s true sign to me
the æons have taken more than our perception, but also This Name That Shall Not Be Spoken

the naming has begun again
only this star’s path shall mark the sign

and a sign will be wonder

1

forever is an illusion

Balloons

Lately I’ve been imagining hot-air balloons and water droplets. After much meditation, I fell into a semi-trance state and started scribbling. This is the result.

Double helix breaking
hot-air balloons carrying DNA genetic memory
carried aloft by heated sperm warfare ships
rocketing
traveling to other womb land-states
to move forward while the past pushes forward
to the center of the labyrinth
to the minotaur womb/egg
as our good ship Theseus soars skyward
effortlessly carried airborne by the act of launch
propelling the generative force into heavens
as the son of God
the 1
the Sun King
rides his balloon
filling the basket

The Penis God!
The Sperm Jew S(u/o)n

Matador Crepes

And you, little one,
shall go where all the good words go
like destined matador crepes,
left flutterbuttering on her black

pixel chaos spiral explosion
credit razors flaying muscle from thought

Grey wisps adorn the walls
of this helix/vortex frost beam

erase, figure eight, import quality destiny fall-guy
reading Tolstoy

stream riverran random ran
washing us clean, freeing our genes
to skyward star form
destined wash therapy
movement unhindered by cynical values
hypocritical outlooks

flippant excuses
fuck the system of duality
the system fuck of duality
duality
fuck

rise above, sink below
window rinse, endall flints
and it all falls apart, and it all falls

this is a remark upon the flacid wall of industrial espionage
corporate sabotage
of a people – half a chance
no change
can you spare some change?

man(t)i(s)fold

manifold
mantisfold bowing head in
pra(e)yer
dining on our mind treat-tasties like toffee bites and peppermint schnapps on Christ-mass morn

Arboreal insect road-hive-mind
Epoxy melody planting roots in my brain-stem
exploding globule modules of code
executing jumps of time/space/cube

The numbers have changed
the change has shifted hands
Changing method-rhythm to beating tribal drum harmony
blue ceiling crushing down stretched so thin

And we shall all break/brake through womb-state and mother collar to rise to light to path to pose

This braille-rosetta only the numb can follow
gating the sacred garden (by chance, of course)
Not one planned this plane

but all will see it all will slay it
and you shall be it
so, free it

Dark card
heatheredgerow
pocket skill-game card, darkened
finger painting prose
Dark card

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Sometimes I look behind the vinyl chairs before I sit down
not trusting that something might not be there
like treasure chests filled with apathy
or cookie jars – or matrimony
I let this wall come in to play
as if, in my deluded mind, it would not be expected to hear the voices
the heads bowed, cloakfacedarkness{}peaceunderstand, o     O     O     O     1

movement two
hush now
breathe in quickly fire breath displace
the snake circuit mandala oroborus
the breath fire balancing him
aPathy .a. NO! Out

circle the three
hail jörmungandr hail eris
w(ishing)(ashing)(orn)(retched)

Don’t think badly of me, it is not my fault that the circle comes this way
you saw the end and then the wheel turned over and here we are again
remember the past forget the now creating the future
and reverse
reverse and
creating the every single tiny droplet of blessed light this god this circle this spiral
colorthoughtemotionvibrationbliss

cthon – aha! BLISS|SSILB !aha – here we are again at the beginning of our lives the beginning of the none the circle the circling drainspirals upward bringing us up the elevator
top floor Please? Please center yourself, good sir. Be kind enough to love every thought arising from that coiled serpent.

It will be good,
It shall be so
So say we all
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

And you were beginning to believe  me.

You mustn’t
Believe me
in the beginning which is the end which is
.believe me.
Here comes the puzzle here comes the edge REACH! AND THERE!

.:.

Sacred Words, Sacred Space

Fracture familiar, averting disaster

The !One and Zero Divide

Seeing from inside this realm
Eggshell scenery
Breaking Out

The glowing web, spun from a thousand-fold jewels from the lotus heart
Embedded in mind topsoil to fill

the seed the form the division the fractured the 1 over 0 over 1

The whole

The hole

The One1

f.Light.en.(chanter).ing

I
Mellophone gladiator takes his pose
polar staff at the ready, full of wind, words, and vibration
His armored skin glistening in autumn air, spring-water cool
sighting the conscious along a note
and shattering empty wind-swept epiphany
Flowing mane locks curl unfurl
Lightning
Rust falls in the city as once again ashes and rust fall from cogs
to call once again the ethereal ingenue

II
Tonality drops and curving peak spike rent asunder
clashing, falling, running – charging towards symphony extraordinary
Twisting this way and thither|zither fight embrace
Pale air creating/casting upon all with nighttime cloaks
Golden pools rise from amongst the scattered stones of mountains
and this swell is eminent

III
Discordant order manifesting
barrage of blackened mind-spires, flee
and then turn
Programming and destroying programming and programming and destroying programming
until nothing is left but this aperture of incidence
Skilled fingers this minstrel uses to unabashedly haunt and love,
filling you and all with this noise that we call Agape
Flight fancy and facet – pure light light light
vibrating humming moving fingers over threads of wonder
the Enchanter has won the world with this magic