Your preciousness
I do not want to take.
I do not want to change
Each pure thoughts of your mind.
For in the end
What could become
Of each indelicacy
I had laid
Upon your brow
To lead you there?
And in the dance
Or necromance
I’d steal your deepest soul
Tattoo you
With six six six
Marked
Consumed my prey.
Category: darkness
Racket In My Brain (day 3081)
There’s a racket in my brain
That’s been gone for so long
That makes all the mess:
Chicklets on the table,
And memories of messages
Written in block
On beige walls of the cold school
Eluding so many.
This, as so,
Has taken up my mind
And left me unguarded
To the whims of the Mafia
We call World Order.
So where can I go?
Who can I look to?
For the racket in my brain
Seems to like all the rain.
Mind Rumors (day 3073)
I want to hold you now
– But I am stricken
Though I do not know
Why I must depart and wait.
Thus my breath deflates,
And the ghost asks:
“What blows against your soul?”
But I do not know,
And I do not speak to it
For it spreads rumors
And my heart cannot handle
Any more rumors from my mind.
So Goes and Wind (day 3071)
With my wind I have fallen in
With little tufts of grass
Whom stand so brave and tall
Against the snow, so cold.
I have blown across the whitescape
As light shades of brown
As dirt and ice that rip apart
The crisp memory of sun.
So goes the traces of my finger
Deep within the hallow
Sunken to my melting cheek bone
That grips against the snow.
So goes the sweet angel of my memory
Who has left me like a broken fire
That I have no more kindling for
Though I remember every splinter
That has sunken to my soul.
Be Then As It’s Gone (day 3070)
Blow me away.
Take me down a wild river
To let me float free
And with my branch
Through windy peaks,
Let the snow
Be upon my heart
As we move about the Alps.
Let me rock and sway and fall
Tumble as a dried up weed,
Feel me, lifeless,
Slip away from grip
So that I may be the reason
Listless and void
Blown away
And gone.
Angry Jam (day 3069)
My angry jam
Rushes headlong
Into traffic
Feral
Meaningful
Erupted
And leaving no one
Untouched
For I am loud
Robot Spam (day 3061)
Overwhelming evidence suggests
We are no longer in the truth
Messages we receive
No longer from a voice of reason,
But instead the voice of treason
Set upon the stage so signed
In passwords and avatars
And like counts held high.
No longer is the news set straight,
Lies compounding lies
That echo in the mouths of trustworthy
Trying to think for themselves.
How can one, so misguided, so led false
Learn to find our truths?
How do we decipher them
From that abundant robot spam.
Working Hard in Anger (day 3053)
Thunderous roar
Lightening crash
Moment had finally begun
Inner madness
Screaming out
Rage set to thine foe
Callus in the hand of toil
Wrinkle in thy brow
Understanding mud as earth
Pounding under foot.
Weight of the World (day 3043)
How do you manage the weight of the world
When the weight of the world is too much?
When the birds are all sent to the sky, flying
By the dinosaur bones floating through the air?
How do the trees that lived for ten thousand years
Live for thirty years rotting in a house?
How does a landscape dug up, bulldozed around,
Erected with skyscrapers of metal and glass
Placed on the land held sacred for generations
Now become meaningless and void?
Perhaps it’s become a subject of cultural appropriation
Us humans and that of the Gods,
Powerful mother Gaia and her wiles and subtlety
And a grandiose sense of reality.
Dirt and the Saints (day 3041)
I sat there understanding nothing
No question to my mind
Yet sorted out was a figment
Lost in a region I wouldn’t dare enter again
For I had fought that battle
Recklessly
I had lain that flying Dragon down
With my Sword I had wielded mighty
Patiently sitting
Understanding nothing
And staving off the thoughts
That raced around mine head
For inside of them
Lurked what voices I had yet to recognize
Some surely to be Saints
Some no doubt to be Dirt.