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  submerged into sleep the sail

  is a semaphore flown flat

  a vivid sign that can only

  be seen from above

  The clipper has clipped the jetty

  A deconstruction, a cultivated crunching crash

  No flames to consume the sense wreckage

  just the syringe currents

  sucking, straining and draining consciousness

  The flag of fate flutters with a few flashes

  to the beachside onlookers

  The drunken boat capsizes

  The bodies neutrally buoyant fight

  to remain in the last layer of light

  as they descend to the hues of ink

  immature silverfish nibble on noses and toes

  as a insolent rip current sweeps through

  The ballast reaches the benthic realm

  The sail detaches in an errant gust

  and rides the waves to the shore

  The rest sinks.

 

  Mutually Inclusive

  Breath without oxygen is suffocation

  Light without sight is still reflecting

  Thought without purpose recesses to memory

  ***

  Muses’ magical majesty in mythopoeic places of insight

  touch the heat of the solitary spark of emotion melting

  pulses of impulses, spasm into spacious expatiation

  The center elliptical, the forces grab hold towards the end

  Souls greet with a heart arhythmic, the mind expanding

  thoughts were in fibrillation and were too demanding

  ***

  In the throws of continual separation without permission

  Aches in places that never existed before admission

  Combined propulsion from fusion to violent fission

  ***

  Is God without conscience still divinity?

  As a heart without blood still beating

  Without you it was always a Tabla Rasa feeling

  Were we truly symbiotic, a beneficial being?

  More like a sapphire that lost its glitter and gleam

  ***

  Relations were obviously not as they seemed

  Breath without oxygen is still suffocation

  Light without sight is still reflecting.

  Tribute to Time

  The quaking and seizure of a fortress far on an undiscovered forest

  The surrounding bastion’s walls are made of atavis skulls

  The mortar is of decomposed powder of their skeletons

  planed smooth and without spaces, squared evenly

  Unspoken ancient languages echo profound proclamations of remorse

  filled with sympathetic frequency that vibrates all molecules equally

  Parapets and crenulations built of vertebrae and sinews

  all outlined and enthusiastically bordered with artery and vein

  Atriums abolished the garden gateways are burnt by acidic sunlight

  Foliage defoliated by volcanic breath and crimson released by

  Earthquakes, the interned forest sinks into the savaged and raped hills

  The breath is followed by Earth’s vomitus volcanic lava, a larva

  Covering, cocoon like chrysalis, filling crevices solidifying, heat rises

  into the caustic atmosphere

  The embattled fortress walls made of ancient cranium whistle

  with the bellows gray matter smeared as fertilizer, legends of youth

  Debunked, rebuke thee forces of pastoral pendulum

  Forest to bone architecture and the grasses growth

  replenishes and conceals as the walls fall into disrepair

  Again falling into the Earth to be vented to caustic atmosphere

  The quaking, a shaking, a sifter to distribute

  what is always left behind as tribute.

  Sympathy for Who?

  Singular separate secular state, synods petitioning irate proposals

  A conflagration of all the congregations and stations

  A blaze, incendiary devices to the vices of man

  Incineration of contemporary and past contradictions

  Accept the science of Mendel, Einstein, Copernicus and Diogenes

  No need to prognosticate for Armageddon or an Anti-Christ

  Humans need no such help with self-induced oblivion

  Helpless to help along our single quantum event

  Lucifer laughs loudly at the speculation of involvement

  Instinct can be overwritten in the spiral code

  We destroy ourselves by ignorance of actions

  with the whining about whom is right or the chosen

  All things are as they are and will be

  The universe records all experiences that ever existed

  all at once, we but a fraction of a section

  A slice, a sliver of emotion our frail mental symmetry

  would splinter and be projected outward to the edge of comprehension

  by the reticent lightning strikes of the overwhelming possibilities

  We destroy ourselves without any help, nothing could help us

  Ecclesiastical versus secular

  A proposal that we should not blur

  Satan is an idea that tempts

  and not a controlling being to be blamed

  You have freewill don’t you?

  Laughable Lunatics

  Flights of fancy across international time zones

  Seeing pariah messiahs messages of delivery

  To seat themselves on mountainous thrones

  Explaining that they alone know all of the mysteries

  Dedicating and dictating direction to the enemies

  The tip of a spear punctures the membrane with a snap

  A pop and a thrust into muscle serrated flesh carnage

  slivering off and shredding into the tunnel structure of vein

  and the coursing of oxygenated cells flow with rage

  as the receptors light up and pass the chemical past

  the gap, the exit of the artifice of metallic forgery

  and the seal of the membrane fails and the junction

  Resolve eludes as the passion exudes a function

  and nothing but the precision of the malicious surgery

  of Ego and Id into idiocy of aggression

  Stab into threats, threats unto the fool

  as the molecules disperse on the edges

  of these nocturnal emissions of

  distorted suspicion and meditations become blood

  Flights of fanciful ambition expands, demands

  and then bursts the meditations of the orators

  Blessed mystical maniacs in a crystal menagerie

  quoting Goethe and Ginsberg as they reflect at their own greatness

  burning emblems into their shriveled arms

  Sturm und Drang Dynamos explode as we watch the madness

  As laughter manifests uncultivated nervous slander

  No menace painted on mirrors and black mud on the floor

  as chants of invocation and supplication stall.

  Out of Thick Air

  Pyroclastic flow of volcanic glass and ash

  From the terror of the captive Islanders

  Held and thrown across the city sky

  Symbols of the civil centerpiece die

  Thunder of madmen’s metaphors a compression and then percussion

  Compassion is the basis of religious gospel, never ignorant terrorism

  ***

  Pompeii and Pearl Harbor memories fall from the clouds and meet

  Streams of animosities smoke cover and dust the earth with heat

  A siege that cannot halt prayers to the towers

  as the death toll accumulates by the hours

  Civilian shields as wings and unwilling weapons

  and the invincible heights are reduced in seconds

  ***

  Shock of sound waves and the fina
l flames destroys

  a view from the edifice as the violence is deployed

  A disgusting revolting dance in the streets

  where the holy sites of the major three meet

  Joy about carnage? How can this contradiction be so?

  They have witnessed such damage and so they know

  Remember reasons for those setting the triggers for the demolition

  ***

  Empathy and understanding to all, for they know not what they do.

  ***

  Weep and grieve for all that fell from the heights

  Innocent without option and without hope’s device

  The perpetrators made their choices to be burned with

  They wrote doom in the scrolls, retribution will be more than the first born

  Awareness is the only diligent defense against all evils, as evil knows this

  We forgot eternal vigilance has a dangling price tag attached

  and the pain is felt by everyone and used by those who shade

  themselves in the past, waiting for the sun that has not existed

  for many years to shine at their feet.

  As the rubble smolders and human ash covers the scarlet sun

  the historic horizon becomes a haze of stone dust

  falling and settling

  As history beckons new beginnings…it will rise again

  built with the same steel, retribution will continue to sharpen

  its blade and cut across memory and the face of the world.

  Happy

  A past polluted predilection

  An ignorant silly procrastination

  A voice vibrating the water to evaporation

  A rain torrentially tormenting until saturation

  No more to give just one last fit

  Not even enough energy to let go a sigh

  Just simply a final urge to quit

  Too much effort to watch the day go by!

  Nothing more to express

  Nothing left to say

  Everything is gone

  Everything is nothing

  ***

  Forget and fall flat on your face

  All the anguish will not be erased

  Indifference is the only lingering taste

  Left in my mouth in which to feast

  Optimism exists not in the least

  ***

  The demons attack without remorse

  I have screamed “Please!” until hoarse

  There is no directive to change my course

  All has become dry at potentials source

  ***

  Oh happy day*#%!*&% off.

  Journal (plus or minus a day)

  I want to crush happiness today and the hallucinations continue along

  with the overwhelming over-developed sleep and circadian rhythms.

  I am never slightly rested and refreshed and reality seems to be slightly

  out-of-phase-and-pace with the natural world. I wish and supplicate

  for forgiveness and ascendancy to another avatar or incarnation or

  whatever the letters of the day say.

  I am profound and profoundly sad with absconding bits of trivia

  called happy thoughts and it needs to be a cognitive transcendence.

  I in physical means, I mean nothing and must move to another state

  and it is not California.

  ***

  I mean, maybe, a sensual suicide to the instinct drive can take us

  beyond Nirvana.

  Happiness is relative and not a right as the

  foolish, antiquated Constitution contends as it edges are foxed and brown.

  Emotions seem to have

  evolved to be the causation of behavioral changes and controls to

  create cohesion in the family and individual ties.

  Emotions are

  too dangerous for this simplistic species or maybe that is why?

  They will destroy themselves with their own hands masturbating away

  until the universe turns off the porn and sends them into a stammer with

  a quick slap to the groin. Auto-erotic chokers swing themselves

  because they believe it will get just a little more. A sensual suicide, I wish

  not to indulge but they do it because they feel it might be their last so

  they must get more, and more and eventual it will kill them but save

  them from further fears. Without elevated consciousness, species wide,

  then this world is doomed, as a term for destiny, for homo-sapiens and

  hopefully.

  I am not so hopeful for myself, but my own fears keep me from doing

  what I should have done years ago.

  I am afraid. I am afraid of what I need to do to grow and become.

  I know what they are and I am being an irrational fucking hypocrite.

  ***

  I need to hyper-hydrate and cleanse my frayed mind as the body has a

  liver.

  My temple is in shambles, the marble ruins melt in the acidic storm

  of the cerebral, cerebellum, pons, corpus callosum, and whatever

  lobes frontal or occipital but they all get inebriated, drunkard brain

  Bullshit intoxication hypocrisy but I keep doing it again and over

  along with another time.

  I do it again and do it to forget that I did it before and will do it again.

  Guilt is oppressive but also can be impetus for great change. There are

  better reasons for that though. If it wasn’t me I would probably think

  myself a cock sure, arrogant plebe in the sense that I believe I can be more

  than, even with the bibulous behavior.

  ***

  Romantic LOVE is impossible for me now as one must trust thier guts and

  Betrayal is my tapeworm.

  I don’t feel much of anything until I get sedated and intellectually abated.

  Maybe that is why I get so wasted to not feel so wasted.

  No EMOTION without coercion. Numbness, Hate, Anger, Sorrow, Rage.

  I can do that sometimes without it. Hope, love, happiness, optimism,

  compassion, empathy I need something for these things either to bring it

  on or destroy because it may be better without them.

  Live or die, I know what to do and it is up to me now.

  It is all right to be afraid. It better be, but all things come to a divergence

  or convergence. It is up to me now.

  I will or maybe I won’t?

  Tempest

  Unsettling stillness taunts every dry leaf, and insults the trees

  Stagnant air awaits quietly for an injections of rage

  Nature’s contraction eagerly turns the lock to our cage

  Grayness gives way to pitch as the impetuous sky bleeds

  vital unrefined origins

  ****

  Humidity grips the skin and fills the lungs

  So hard to inhale and feel through the slime

  Wind out of the west emancipates the senses

  peeling the layered clothing of the ambient spirit

  Outlook returns back where it should always belong

  Sight is lucid and aware of the time

  The ensuing cataclysm cleans and instills a song

  Decomposing death feeds

  The puddles dance with ripples and growth

  Grass flattens and the thirst is quenched

  The howls of the vegetation fall silent

  The white noise, the hum of clouds and the gulps of the Earth

  Tell the residents that are listening repent

  ***

  Hide or embrace the tempest

  ***

  In one second the humid atmosphere is denser than child like fright

  Come outside the clouds have freed the Titans and it is raining

  Purifying co
ol clarity submerging drowning flowing

  Droplets to fugacious rivers, oceans and trickling tepid streams

  Water fills containers, dissolves igneous stone

  like being awakened in a night terrors’ apoplexy

  As all is transitory, all is fluid in one form

  and moveable, all is mutable to new states, as the rain slowly changes

  mass and speed in different skies at sullen rates

  Misleading promises of the longest day, concealment of the starry night

  The firmament filters variable light so the fogged beacon gives sight

  to tell the residents that are listening become

  Leave your shelters and watch the weather egress

  Live in beauty, and exude astonishment, the trappings will flee someday

  Reflect in baths of light, absorb the wisdom which you have strayed

  Gem like order shattered and splintered thrown in all directions

  Unique form takes a liquid approach to time’s tempest corrections

  No more rage, no more cage the latch is not fused

  The leaves have dropped and the Earth is renewed.

  Blame it on…

  Contrary to what is deemed liminal

  Understanding of subjects subliminal

  As an opposition may appear criminal

  (opinionated)

  Moving mindfully past a threshold

  As a divine act to witness and behold

  (actions)

  Personalities abound to the virulent

  As a personal preserving stimulant

  So not to consume a contaminant

  (be on guard)

  Confidence as an integument to feign

  All from a loathing, facial disdain

  (the theater)

  Political policies ride the continuum

  for special interest there is no serum

  To alleviate a damaged society’s delirium

  (of the absurd)

  In God no, in tokens we trust

  To increase potency is the lust

  From which displays are never taciturn

  Along the demented, fragmented sojourn

  (continues)

  Camels of a coat create a caravan

  Trotting from cities to the suburban

  Nostril snorts are no less urbane

  As man is to mankind humane

  This notion of ideal ideals is insane

  (into the future).

  Journal 2

  Vacillations and vicissitudes going to places in my thoughts and

  dismal daydreams of layered fabric into tapestries of time and a place

  with no space, a perfect plenum. Seeing seas and storms flowing, sitting

  at tops of trees with the fragile mist chilling the organs and the blood.

  Surrounded by myths and obstructions and monoliths are signs of

  realness at every edge of the realm on the crooked brick stairs in the back

  of an ancient sullen house made of uneven stone cold as the mist,

  but without greetings and sensation. Droplets of reminders course down