it has been six days since my last...
it’s no sin if you’re my saint.
i’ll walk away if you tell me so,
cause that’s how much i love you so.
it’s been six days since my last....
i must confess you send me into that trance.
i’m in the mood for some careless love,
i just can’t tell you so, i just can’t tell you so.
it’s been six days since my last.
a vain attempt at some crazy love.
come over me i’ll bring you good times,
cause that’s how much i lust you so.
take the devil from my past pleasures.
my touch gives release and pleases fine art,
but imagination demands a pounding heart.
string me up and cage my desires.
on the seventh day that smell permeates.
on the seventh day i get a true taste.
i see the light and i’m gonna make it right.
i have been so wrong, oh! for so long.
i understand the man.
i see the light and i’m gonna make it right.
i understand the man.
i’m stepping off the train, off that pain tonight.
it’s takes just a day to make it last.
it’s been six days since my last...
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
muse mode
searching for divine inspiration in random google algorithms.
contemporary distractions make need of a superb and expert masseuse,
for the essence and notion is lost before presuppositions.
let me carve in stone forever, as digital thought is gone in a puff of the cloud.
the quill and ink, the pen and ball captures the ethereal waves.
the square of the keyboard, the touch of the screen brings thoughts disavowed.
the future muse seeks synchronicity, so i can make her my slave.
the beast comes to bare, rubbing just against my teeth.
my slave could ease the pain from all the stories spinning just beneath.
the boil turns to steam and beats out high tech, low life,
spilling the cypher freestyling in code from neurons i want to cut out with a knife.
the perfect storm in my brain splashes a sacred glyph.
slam the muse slave and gather the source code.
lost in babel never encoded still seeking the bliss.
sitting at the search bar seeking space waiting for muse mode.
before she turns upon me a buzz whispers, “welcome to the mind hack”.
my eyes closed to her lips, i see the flower of life and all my thoughts on the screen before me.
power down and unplug my mind in small bytes, i bring me back.
my future has muse mode and it is a key.
Friday, September 7, 2012
me
it is me, this poem you read.
my iris changes speak from the soul’s needs.
you can read me, i am green with verve.
eyes soft when blue full of love.
me inside the words.
read the torsion in my curves.
feelings flowing in my dance.
my flitting shadow’s prance.
searching always seeking, finding always sharing.
answering on the balance of the scale.
stomping the grapes of life in high heels.
loving the frill of luxury in my lap.
earth’s opal expressing every color.
a spectrum of light swimming on the tides.
a melancholy moon shines on sand, rolling in the dirt.
my fire flows in harmonic pleasures.
a poem is only my word capturing the feeling.
my vessel of life read out in the script.
touch my flesh, kiss my eyes,
spell me out.
OH! this poem wants to be yours.
wrap your arms around the unbound morpheme.
this poem sits down beside you.
OH! this poem is me, it screams.
my iris changes speak from the soul’s needs.
you can read me, i am green with verve.
eyes soft when blue full of love.
me inside the words.
read the torsion in my curves.
feelings flowing in my dance.
my flitting shadow’s prance.
searching always seeking, finding always sharing.
answering on the balance of the scale.
stomping the grapes of life in high heels.
loving the frill of luxury in my lap.
earth’s opal expressing every color.
a spectrum of light swimming on the tides.
a melancholy moon shines on sand, rolling in the dirt.
my fire flows in harmonic pleasures.
a poem is only my word capturing the feeling.
my vessel of life read out in the script.
touch my flesh, kiss my eyes,
spell me out.
OH! this poem wants to be yours.
wrap your arms around the unbound morpheme.
this poem sits down beside you.
OH! this poem is me, it screams.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
"the hollow earth between the devil and the deep blue sea"
"the hollow earth between the devil and the deep blue sea"
today i fell into the icy water. i 'm just not cut out to be a fisherman. hell, i don't even like the sea. it was one
of those days when you can feel the change in the season, a good day for fishing i suppose. everyone was
right about me. i needed a change, and i thought i would be happy at sea. after my year in medical school the
sea seemed only a small torture. the weather was kicking up fast and i was reeling just as fast. i thought i was
chocked to the deck but that did not matter to the sea god. what a feeling to float off the deck of a boat one
minute and the next to be in the trough of a thirty foot wave. i feel lucky they got me back on board.
everyone thought i was lost. they thought i had drowned. it was over fifteen minutes in the rough waters
before the captain caught sight of me. no one can survive much longer, but something had happened when i
was in the water. i felt like i had been caught in a whirlpool and sucked to the bottom. the last thing i heard
was, "man over, man overboard". the guys screaming from that godforsaken ship. i felt nothing but heard
everything. the water was icy and rough and i was ripped into the dark seas in thirty foot swells. the waves
would eventually spit me out of the trough back at the very ship it had sucked me off of. the darkness that
drew fast that day would burn a permanent hole in my soul.
"we thought you were a goner", i heard jolly exclaim, he was one of the old timers. he gazed into my eyes
with an understanding that made me shiver. "you will freeze to death get below", he howled. the weather was
kicking up again and i went below to steady my nerves and warm my body. the ships doctor had worked on
me for nearly an hour.
the storm was raging and had come at us from nowhere, pummeling the ship like an unwanted predator. i had
never seen clouds so dark. a derecho that pushed great waves to a turbulent chasm. i had been sucked
down and had what must have been a vision. a dystopian dream! had that place really existed? was it real
or just the trauma of nearly drowning?! like a lucid dream it had felt so real, but the time, the timing did not
add up. it could not have been real, unless i was caught in a time warp. i thought deeply as my body warmed
up lying in the ships infirmary. i had been caught in a water spout and sent to the bottom and popped up in a
cave. as i was coming back to my senses on the boat a curious phrase kept running through my head it
seems i had been caught "between the devil and the deep blue sea". the walls of the underwater cave were
visible as if sound waves were causing a constant sonoluminescence. the glow was blinding but as my
eyes adjusted i could see the world. this was not just an underwater cave this was a large chasm. moments
before i had been in the freezing bering straits and now i was in a tropical jungle. the ground shook and i
heard the roar of a great beast. i turned to see a T-rex finishing his meal. there were a few other large beast
grazing, also. my first primitive instinct was to hide and i found cover in the underbrush. then i heard, "There
he is! there, under that tree" pointing at me i was quickly surrounded by what appeared to be hybrid humans.
"quickly get him behind the rock wall" shouted one of the men dressed in suits that made me think of futurist
sci-fi movies. once inside all i vaguely remember was being examined and hearing talk of dna sampling and
how they needed to get rid of me quickly. i forced my mind to alert and waited for my opportunity to run. all
of a sudden i heard the most harmonic mesmerizing sound i had ever heard. an octave never played. it was
on a loop that played continuously like on a mobius strip. everyone immediately started heading off in the
same direction, and i knew this was my time. i ran in what i thought was the way i had come. stumbling and
feeling the effects of some drug. i came from behind the wall out in the open chasm again. i noticed the most
curious thing even the animals seemed under the influence of the music that reverberated through the hollow
earth. i glanced directly into the eyes of one of the terrible lizards and it came to defensive stance and started
to chase me. running, running through the dense jungle it must have chased me back to the frigid waters
where again i was sucked to the surface and spit back to that ship they called the tyrant, floating somewhere
between the devil and the deep blue sea.
today i fell into the icy water. i 'm just not cut out to be a fisherman. hell, i don't even like the sea. it was one
of those days when you can feel the change in the season, a good day for fishing i suppose. everyone was
right about me. i needed a change, and i thought i would be happy at sea. after my year in medical school the
sea seemed only a small torture. the weather was kicking up fast and i was reeling just as fast. i thought i was
chocked to the deck but that did not matter to the sea god. what a feeling to float off the deck of a boat one
minute and the next to be in the trough of a thirty foot wave. i feel lucky they got me back on board.
everyone thought i was lost. they thought i had drowned. it was over fifteen minutes in the rough waters
before the captain caught sight of me. no one can survive much longer, but something had happened when i
was in the water. i felt like i had been caught in a whirlpool and sucked to the bottom. the last thing i heard
was, "man over, man overboard". the guys screaming from that godforsaken ship. i felt nothing but heard
everything. the water was icy and rough and i was ripped into the dark seas in thirty foot swells. the waves
would eventually spit me out of the trough back at the very ship it had sucked me off of. the darkness that
drew fast that day would burn a permanent hole in my soul.
"we thought you were a goner", i heard jolly exclaim, he was one of the old timers. he gazed into my eyes
with an understanding that made me shiver. "you will freeze to death get below", he howled. the weather was
kicking up again and i went below to steady my nerves and warm my body. the ships doctor had worked on
me for nearly an hour.
the storm was raging and had come at us from nowhere, pummeling the ship like an unwanted predator. i had
never seen clouds so dark. a derecho that pushed great waves to a turbulent chasm. i had been sucked
down and had what must have been a vision. a dystopian dream! had that place really existed? was it real
or just the trauma of nearly drowning?! like a lucid dream it had felt so real, but the time, the timing did not
add up. it could not have been real, unless i was caught in a time warp. i thought deeply as my body warmed
up lying in the ships infirmary. i had been caught in a water spout and sent to the bottom and popped up in a
cave. as i was coming back to my senses on the boat a curious phrase kept running through my head it
seems i had been caught "between the devil and the deep blue sea". the walls of the underwater cave were
visible as if sound waves were causing a constant sonoluminescence. the glow was blinding but as my
eyes adjusted i could see the world. this was not just an underwater cave this was a large chasm. moments
before i had been in the freezing bering straits and now i was in a tropical jungle. the ground shook and i
heard the roar of a great beast. i turned to see a T-rex finishing his meal. there were a few other large beast
grazing, also. my first primitive instinct was to hide and i found cover in the underbrush. then i heard, "There
he is! there, under that tree" pointing at me i was quickly surrounded by what appeared to be hybrid humans.
"quickly get him behind the rock wall" shouted one of the men dressed in suits that made me think of futurist
sci-fi movies. once inside all i vaguely remember was being examined and hearing talk of dna sampling and
how they needed to get rid of me quickly. i forced my mind to alert and waited for my opportunity to run. all
of a sudden i heard the most harmonic mesmerizing sound i had ever heard. an octave never played. it was
on a loop that played continuously like on a mobius strip. everyone immediately started heading off in the
same direction, and i knew this was my time. i ran in what i thought was the way i had come. stumbling and
feeling the effects of some drug. i came from behind the wall out in the open chasm again. i noticed the most
curious thing even the animals seemed under the influence of the music that reverberated through the hollow
earth. i glanced directly into the eyes of one of the terrible lizards and it came to defensive stance and started
to chase me. running, running through the dense jungle it must have chased me back to the frigid waters
where again i was sucked to the surface and spit back to that ship they called the tyrant, floating somewhere
between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
devil on a beater
devil on a beater
i spoke and who should appear as i hopped on my indie beater,
i take a glance over my shoulder,
the devil is right on my wheel growing colder.
riding to hell on a green roadster beater,
feeling the black road burning up like a meteor,
i made no deal and i wish i could ride with you,
because as they say: "you and me and the devil makes two".
but alas you will not catch me on my green roadster beater
i've traveled that road of good intentions,
my fury and scorn are my own hell of my own volition.
my scarf is blowing in the wind,
and all i want is to feel i have not sinned,
riding in peace on my green indie beater.
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