'The Architect of Man'
Headstrong and willful in an attempt to be
a piece of cartilage off the human tree
connective components
particulate and obscene
bones having a place to meat
structure is organic
like the bend that's in your seat
thalamus always told us
you've got to control the heat
once the fires going
water is just something you can't beat
if its ear candy that your hearin'
that's where the hammer meets the anvil
though I can't quite grasp umami
this other thing tastes rather sweet
and photons are nicely being caught
by rod and cone shaped pins
on my inside out optical cleats
the aperture closing slightly
light focusing mightily
each particular part
fulfills a need slightly
of every child's dream
to be thought of, spoken to
even to be heard and seen
its like this great big building
plumb upon the schist
tragic wailing all about
for the architect, he is missed.
Why did he build this building, and leave us in its midst?
This fleshy temple, it's guiding light, and the faculties with which to sense.
'Introspection of an American Businessman'
On the relevance of man
before an elephant he stands
a bear and bull to his back
appearing to prepare for impact
and the mystic steed
an ass indeed
was casually talking smack
the man he stands
at high command
his foot upon the tack
gently stroking a whisker or two
the man demands the facts
of why he stands
at high command
with his foot upon a tack.
Hypocritical anti-media rant
In lieu of the dramatic, I have instead place the anticlimactic. for through and through this life we pursue the impression of wearing a worn shoe, that I'm as true to me as I am to you, and that as equal to what you say is what you do. I have this to say between me and you, that the secret of mysteries is but the mildest of intrusions on the freedoms of your mind. Strange and exotic symbolism displaces the real values that will lead to a strong and prosperous life, displaced by means of what we seek. Some of the paths we hold dear to our heart are so close to the truth yet they miss the point entirely when it is dictated that one should no longer seek in order to be complete. I would not wish stagnation upon anyone, and so I feel compelled to share what has been shared with me on the path of life, and that is that each light with it's own life has a beginning and an end, through traveling the distance between those points we seek to fulfill our ends. Everyone will agree that most people leave this place with more than they came here with and thus each end is filled with that very same substance which is conceptualized here. You might also agree that during life this substance is shared, formed by structures to inform other structures from within. By the mere causality of recognition and the provision of enough well defined symbols will allow for programmatic sequences to be 'shared' with the human mentality for to obtain a desired end result. Hence, mass-media is programing a nation with the 'consumer' code. Where is our destroyer of the unjustifiable creation?
3 - For this cool grungy ass animal that I knew
The trilogy came to see the big movie turned big G, when the light reflected and stored in their heads, split up more than a million ways he said, all herding for the exit, each in a different direction, the ninth dimensional spiral interconnected... when your beginning meets your end is the only way to tell just how you bend... this four-score trifle trash, where uncle sam wears a flag and uncle john throws a band bash... sloshing from extreme to extreme, just getting washed out... this double standard is all we are excited about!
Of letting go...
Fighting the world as it falls from your fingertips, running down, dripping flows of smoky essence that fades as you assail it with everything that you believe, everything that you have, everything you... it felt like the world was falling, only it was you... it felt like you were something, if only you knew, the moment of knowledge is everything leading up to and including the morning dew, but then it slipped and then you flew, far from this ledge of knowing, out into the splash of do, this action acting on motion like synergy between the moon and the ocean. Now then is the lingering question... Who Knows?
Flewowed...
Variably viscous fluids flush all the finds of the unknown, with swirling consistence and energetic persistence pulsing and flowing in as many different directions as there are. Motion interlaced with resistance while inertia and entropy play hop scotch through the universe, eventually laying down with atrophy in little splashes of apathy...
Supple Gentile
Gentle sweetness, softly slid, from world to world... through the edges they hid, walking the sidewalk, creeping along... the shadows now dancing, to which they belong... the sky now an eratic display, the horizon well lit, now ablaze... to find our way without seeing, we must leap through the haze, the world raining cinders while the ground is never found, yet through the nether spaces I can still hear my sound, as universe collides with universe, skin contacts the ground... back again I was, with prize at hand and sweetness on my lip, a little dancing of the tongue and drip, drip, drip... each fiber of my being exploding with sight, each part with perspective, even here at night... dipping and swirling, reacting to soft sound, intuitive motion, passion abound... from world to world, a sound... my face was attached to her soft sweet mound.
A comment for completion of days not yet.
Mayhap the distance is not far
Also the door is slightly ajar
Light falling through as faint as a star
Firm earth and the smell of trees
Current time would cause flight right past these
Almost like that story 'Wheres the cheese?'
A simple sound would fall from humble lips
'Depart from yourself a part of this'
with coin and note in his grip
ignoring the gems that lie abound
to useless paper he's made his sound
And chiming in, with smug sweet grin
'I'll exchange your paper for a thimble of gin,
that way, each and every one of us will win.'
You get what you want, and I get mine
Who now will tarnish, and who will shine?
So sad the day now gone,
When you could still buy a pebble with a dime.
Story of seeds... reaped and then sown
The racing and rushing pursuit of graceful bare caresses... the faster it comes, the faster it must go... awareness of a need to just let go... when the time is prime, the world will chime, signaling of when and where to dine... the syncronistic flow, so well seen, is so hard to sow... my mishap now is meerly wanting to know... this urge so strong, it means I must be increasing. My urge to find, this deeply steeped in seeking...
I'm trying, I'm trying... as everyone must know
I'm trying so hard, it seems to be all I know
I'm trying to get there, I'm trying to go
It's all an eventuality, eventually it's got to go
How long I can keep this up, I just don't know
I'm scared of finding something, really I'm scared to know
If these are the thoughts I'm thinking ...I want, I need, I know...
No matter the perspective, this is what is so
Am I making things more, unnecessarily? or is there really more to show
Am I getting more via viewpoint, is it boredom that I owe?
Was this gift for me to see, or just for me to say and you to know?
I feel
I feel like smiling, but my face might explode
I feel like dialing, but the voice might say no
I feel like compiling, but the computer might just blow
I feel, and thats a problem with nowhere to go.
I felt the feeling of falling sorrow
I felt the feeling there may be no tomorrow
I felt the falling blow of noone to follow
I felt the feeling of that emotion, hard to swallow.
The peace must be
The piece must see
They were standing there, just the three
Outside it's all the same
Outside it looks like me
The feeling felt, officially seen
The breakdown melt, words vehemently obscene
The shadows deeply rooted, like an ages dead tree
The crust shattered open, the price a hefty fee
The swarm pours forth, like killer kamikaze bee
I felt the most, when I pressed delete just not to be.
Dirt in my eye, this vision far off seen...
Parting this place in pieces placed in parted partitions, while less than most of what little is left must be enough, even though it be left behind. And to the right we stand tall with angular nobility, lined with firm foundations, centered on an intersection. Off to the east, in waves of flow, where all know the way whether deer or doe. In all these things we each know, that which the other must. Intertwined with hindsight's 20/20, each thought firing blanks at everyone else's money. The weight is unbearable, yet the bears are still coming, I don't want to chew the cud, but boy aren't you cunning. Mystery ensnared, I have my misgivings, to each their own, at least somebodys' winning. The gears each turning, one into the next, where has this thought begun and where will it end, suspicion draws close, like a gun to my head, was this thought implanted, is my brain dead? The choice we are choosing, given to us, said "relax, enjoy, now blow off your head"... it appears to be sad the story once said, since we've watched all the tv, all the way to bed. It's happy, it's fun, now that our souls have been bled. Really, it's all we have left, instead of anything else. What is more important, where does it go... We're in a predicament now, three feet down and three more to go. How do we go about getting out, when we have been told it's not so. Who to believe? was belief ever free? Now that I'm lost and scared, who do I find to pay my fee. Like alice in wonderland, I am now confronted with those whom are in control, tweedle-dumb and tweedle-dee, they act the parts so professionally. Why has it become standard policy to simply play dumb, yet only if your a corporation unethicly undone. I am sorry to say that information is getting in the way, because paved with ill-intentions is the primary form of the information super-highway. "Buy more of what we say you need, regardless of use!" you're hopelessly feeding their greed. Our footing now unsure, with nothing left to seed, you should forget your hope, only sorrow now sown, with nothing left to eat... I assure you now, (they) will watch this feat, we will chase and chase around, in hopes of finding meat. It is neither hope nor dreams they have defeat, not faith or even belief. It is the entirety of humanity, into demonic clutches, (they) bequeath.
Divide and Conquer
Down where the roads are mating...
Even where the communities are gating...
Lied to about Individuality,
we are apathetically separating.
Are we already conquered,
here upon our knees
Whining and crying
about the failure
of our high esteem
Supplicate, Divide, Devote,
Invade, Devise, Promote,
Delay, Indebt, Forsake,
Forget, Enslave, then Immolate.
Fight for the cause without affect
Passive trials weigh heavly on balance, seeking remitance from the strain, strangleing the force by wich it perpetuates itself. dangling amidst the ashen sky, the balast heaves and hos, spanning the distance from whence we came to were we are to go. Yet only if gone is where we want to be, or to become, you see it might be a frightfully dense tree, the path layed out so intricately. Choice is only temptation, for convicted hearts see true. The heart heavy laiden, with the woes of the forsaken, clambers on despite his foes rejoicing from below. The mirrored lake tells this dark dreamers fate, in this world of puctuated hate, he must not hang his head as silence's copesmate.