observations on the edge of eternity

those dead-ends are just around the corner
where deep calls to deep,
that infinite-in just beyond where we sleep,
in that dream we don't have any names,
no games, no blames, neither waxes nor wanes,
no hell of flames, no self-deprecating shames,
a place where we'll all happily greet,
in a tunnel vision where all dead-ends meet

the hieroglyph of dread

the streets begin to fill
from an emptiness raging inside
like a pendulum still swinging
in this season meant for dust

swept up with news of dread
the brightest weren't the best
they learnt to leave in a hurry
with New York a lot colder
closer than unforgiving

the troubles infected all
in writes upon the wall street
in the hieroglyph of money
in a God they'd trust as hidden
in rivers without fish

from the cradle to a slave
from the lust of torrent wishes
from the burning fire of living
from the meaning of making it
from the individual sneaking
from the backslapping inside
from the way we've all tried
making dreams out of this rust

surrounded bleakly by this city
-- oh how I feel for you and you --
tearing us from daring day light
to walk numb into dark night

clawBack the numBers

clawBack the numBers

sHe rises 'n falls
in music made
breaths in 'n out
expands the shudder
'til ceaseless contractions fade

all things come 'n go
in relation to each other

our brightest 'n best
paid to become like Gods in Egypt
rewarded with our affections
all of our most valuable artifacts
until they fall back to earth
in their Golden vessels
mumbling amongst themselves
raising the walls that separate us

the hungry dispossessed 'n unemployed
through policies 'n indignations
far too many to count

clawback the numbers
gnash the benefits 'n sureties
feed the gorgon institutions
as they blame the failed futures
on the backs
of people
even their tears are to be counted
in the red

when troubles come we strive 'n strain together
efforts to change
the lobbyist slinks apologies for the greed
no need to worry some one will come
to save the Gorgon, they ramble 'n roar

let the rivers flow fast to the sea
rise oh rise drastically
restless as the times which culminates in change
let our Banks be see through conveyors of our need
harbingers of change, agents our brothers
let the Governments fall where they may
back into your hands and mine, connected to our hearts with bright futures again

we are the makers of meaning 'n value
no one is apart from this

I'll lick the flame from your bleeding edge

we're gathered in that light
with Lunar whim
I lick the flame, a bated breath
an elemental need of your nether world
where stirs a glowing passion
for us to burn again

gathering our attentions
to the tensions rousing just below
with emotions cum hesitations and then
a transcendental drift, though a narcissism
runs a schism relentlessly through it

we dive deep together
until after we've 'come'
to our separate desperate ways;
a sycophant to a sociopath
a bleeding on the edge of pain
after a paradise of ave Marias
where we arouse it all over again

rapt inside with synaesthetic invigorations
overflowed, swelling, mingling
with restless meaning tingling, emptying
a flower that plumbs the depths of your Sea
with absolute surrender stuttering ecstatically

i remember she cries, lightning in her eyes
stars in her head, our rhythm makes a song
echo to the Tombs of the Nile Kings
shuddering their vessels to forever

wow mom!

mom called me this morning
Granma' died, 10 to 6 at 92
smaller than a child, she cried

a week earlier she'd said
'dress me in my best dress
lay me ready for my trip

put my ashes in the same urn
after I burn, no funeral for me
my husband, I go to see'

I recalled seven years before
when Granpa' was in the back ward
his memories unravelling with pain

he told of the long day 'n night
he crossed the White Horse plain
through bush n' snow to see her again --

their legacy of seventy years
in the embrace of this now empty space
their words of tender sweetness
whisper silently of undying love

earthwords expel'd out

elemental urge
fiery winds blew
water swelled
earth ached

cave petroglyphs
shine in the darkness
murmuring old winds-as-words
rippling waves to each other

shifting, floating
a fiery swirling, twirling,
churning winds reaching haste
- these eyes tremble -
as bloody mud overflows
in heathen grace
at the edge of the world, grateful of the fall

the sound of her heart

some six degrees of freedom away
closer in the beat, the silence between
now I know what she meant

she was a musical 20 something;
she liked to walk her dog
gave recitals until the car crash

she wrote a violin concerto in B minor
a homage to Brahms
the harmonics of the heart

under water in my bath
while pulling at the ridge scar on my chest
I can hear her violin somewhere in the distance

the wind in sigh'd

lay down, may she row, sarshar-sharade
make current up-down the spinal tree
from Afghan deserts to the inside of me
sigh to all of our enemies who loved
lived and died by their windy tree
where they were blown out to a farther sea

let go, know, believe I am gone farther
where all the dead sing as Angels fall in fire
sleep so, watching o'er you

some come from beside your bed
when the wind seeks them out for tears
to shed, for the ocean needs them
don't believe me my tears
loose yourself in yours
the wind has come again

an arc ever recedes

whirling dance
each step realized as
the song of a Zykir

reflections in the mirror ( your eyes )
clear -- you hold the ISIS
attention on your heart

turning, turning toward
the infinite in
round about each other

now intensely here
interested in our circling
attractions that don't repel

falling for each other
longing to catch up

bent toward infinity

oh, child of lost innocence
steeped in unjust miseries
speak to us
call out from your tears
fallen from secret fears

darkly the plaint of wasted dreams
doubtful conflictions
dust and ashes
time to time to time
dire, unconnected, meaningless ...

where is your Mother now?
she cradles
the Moon
her orb undifferentiated
her light softly, clean:sing
an ancient cares:sing,
lullaby sweet child of Earth

... that you're sent away
while your light aspires fiery to far heights
far from home, fallen star
in agonies burned ...
fall further still, come crashing, spurned ...
while you shake in uncertainty ...

... wing up to that sky
that wondrous sky
into which you'll fly
oblivious of gravities pain
wing up again…

you're a natural mutation
an ever reaching biological organism
a self determining intelligence
a longing ancient ache
wild and creative
bent toward infinity

the way of this life
every tear a cleaning
laughter o'er fear!
sweet child of wonder
oblivious of gravities pain
wing up again
and again…

Fixed Stars and moving comets make no apologies

planets follow these larger truths
easily illumined by the piety of stars
carried on the stillness of impartial night

there is no punishment for cooperating
with administrations from on high
as they preside unawares that you seek their counsel

comets have to mean much more
ideally positioned to risk discordance
warning you about what you've attracted from within

obsession with various illnesses
and failed efforts contribute to the wars
you survive as a convenient vessel for guilt and anger

rigorous transits leave their scars
a man suffers from the passages of light
there are people in the Vatican who covet these Saints

we should celebrate them
as we watch their retrograde movements
against the flash of Celestial fires flowering into sudden infinity

aDjuncTs

a relative perception
this intimate dance of
adjuncts and quantum f l u c t u a t i o n s

poking and prodding
these open mouths, these tongues
these words, making light bend
these fires burning twice as bright
where stirs a glowing passion for me to burn again

death is a lover endlessly coming
thrumming the heart away
no need to fret, worry or muddle
cuddle her as I lay
fall into deep, infinite sleep
weep that I cannot stay

wells up

while only a dream rolling deep inside the sea
a ghostly fire startled me
I fled to fields where tall grass rolled in wind
fell upon the earth, look to the sky
I know not why, I know not why
but I must fly, wells deep inside of me

yearning

this thick air, these wings, lifting --
am i cloud, can i know the sky?
soar in darkest night, stars see me?

this hard earth, these feet, every footfall --
I walk in mud, press soft clay
to darkest loam, where worms have wept.

this water, these eyes, looking around --
I watch the wave, rolling with sea
into darkest blue, where whales dive deep.

ghost fire, ghost thoughts, they burn me --
yearning passion, can i sear as light?
rise in darkest smoke, where sparks are free?

9 8 9 sylabacate

this thick air, these wings, almost lift me --
can I touch soft clouds, know the sky?
soar in darkest night, where stars can see

this hard earth, these feet, each n'every step --
can I walk in mud, know I'm clay?
sink in darkest loam, where worms have wept

this deep water, these eyes, look'n all 'round --
can I watch the wave, feel the sea?
dive in darkest blue, where whales make sound

this ghost fire, these thoughts, burn inside me --
can I yearn passion, sear'd as light?
rise in darkest smoke, where sparks are free

elemental yearning

this thick air, these wings, almost lifting me --
can I touch soft clouds, know the sky?
soar in darkest night, where only stars can see

this heavy earth, these feet, each n'every step --
can I walk in mud, discovering I'm clay?
sinking into darkest loam, where only worms have wept

this deep water, these eyes, always looking around --
can I watch the wave, feeling the sea?
dive into darkest blue, where only whales make sound

this ghostly fire, these thoughts, burning inside me --
can I yearn with passion, searing into light?
rising into darkest smoke, where only sparks are free

a purplish glow around the horizon

a melodious resonance
ripples on a Japanese pond
adoring her naked approach

a red sky gathers around the mountain
sunlight breaks through cloud
a turquoise Dragonfly alights on her finger

shimmering the mystery of attraction

a metis' on read'in an write'in an rithymtak'in

-- so this is rapp'd as a solid lead on
getting us through what wounded reason calls the burden of proof --
writeous -- it's my first Meti's rap song -- the idea was to rap some
past where the Nun's beat us with their pointers in disgust and the
Math teacher held us on the board by the throat 'til we got the
numbers drill 'd down in to spit out agin -- the piece is a reflection
of the piece called the burden of proof after all --

so sung to a Rap beat -- a metis' on read'in an write'in an rithymtak'in

we got 'em smashed
in our face 'til my musical soul
hid in some uddar place --

runnin from chair to chair
while the smart chilren stare
made me feel disgrace --

innah my mind
countin' vowels and signs
to catch up with all dey said --

it got me mixed up
annah failed the grade
an dey ignor'd me like I was dead --

da music went away
den one day
while sitt'in by a stream --

bubbles came an go

an in dat babbling brook
da music started to play --

in a 'chunk of memory
a music weave'd annah numbers seem'd
to agree --

words an numbers bubble inna brook
annah music weaves lik da wind in trees
every where dat I look --

the burden of proof

the way of words
falls down unlearnt
tingling up my spine --

after words
inside this box inside the box
outside in speeding to your mind --

if heavens fuller brilliance
could reach your separate hell
in words worked out of wordless irony

within the sound without sound
which light makes bent before black eternity ~~~

the fool and eye

look better when shaped
as it trains the eYe to dance instead of crawl
for when eyes crawl they wither in their look

look here you've made them open wide
to what they've turned inside
to throw away the book --

the writer writes from his watery brain
which flows through his pen
and into your watery eye as water again --

so if by that write overflowed as tear
as glint in the watery eye
as pome the word is made clear --

so we are changing
and even this iconic who 'I AM' changes
and I am that I am again --

the Fool and I are one together
we travel around this world and whether
or not it is clear to you and me

the world is Love so blissfully
and see that dog pecking at my heel
and the cliff looming a footfall away



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let's discover realms and realms of improbable verities -- let me wander in the realms of Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus while getting my skull cracked in the process learn to listen to the end of a space in the differences - so I'll have one two: between French and English while realizing that my Heart is a synonym for my Soul