writings 2021 - present
go on, be free
as i want you to be
what is the everyday?
life in the fray
building a body
to fall to the source
to burn to the earth
or copy life to the young
i know what is best
listen to me
i listen to money and blood
greed
life full of profit
relocated pain
you live in an instrument
bound to the earth
i do what is leading to whatever
withdraws
whatever is flawed can go
we know what it is
to sit in the wind
a body is nothing
is everything thus
for all to exist
die to the last
beauty
beauty is telling me things
and the clutter is vast
just as its written i judge
the pure inside
is beauty attraction?
is beauty intuition?
is beauty the fall from supra to cell?
cell of a body
for truths on a mission
selling my body
existence admission
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time regressing
fall repressing me
til we go outside
mind recession
you’re caressing me
try to use my eye
so tomorrow ill go
straight down the river floating
without purpose
straight down the river floating
light and dark they never part
tell another story to me
wish away the double state
of you and me
aren’t we the same?
tell me
what is wanting?
what is needing?
can you
please stop the feeding on me…
clear water breathing
tomorrow ill go
straight down the river floating
without purpose
straight down the river floating
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1/11/23
the waves make patterns
hatching criss cross
mathematic
and nonsensical
also divine
in that moment
communicating in alternate tongue
logos
cause and effect
light to the heart
in the sand mountain
i climb a tree
bright newness
a trick?
so serious
I see the levels
No I
clear mind comes from the ring of bone
Lew Welch
the feedback loop miracle
the colors live in me
and sounds
this is not civilization
this is what we call civilization
agreeing upon paper
but doing hellish acts still
heaven is not civilization
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Melting away on the pavement
outside of bosses house
iron concrete steel steal
girders worthless
for their heart
soul
eyes that sit affront a universe
a message written
on cardboard
i’m not pleading, only open
cause i have nothing
but flesh and bones
rags and pen
cover and scribe
to you
iron heart doors needed in this city
necessary evil
necessary evil
load of bullshit
eyes piercing with such rays
intensity
i sense just before i look
milliseconds, and tears draw
eyes piercing with god behind
love grief empty full pain
surrender, hate\lost
such a person in such a situation
is a token of
sickness
of all
eyes piercing and moist under fluorescent
underground passage tight toward
train
vein of pain
cramming and packing our pink bodies
slapping the gas
cramping our hobbies
there’s no more time left for us all to be trudging
go on, be free
as i want you to be
what is the everyday?
life in the fray
building a body
to fall to the source
to burn to the earth
or copy life to the young
i know what is best
listen to me
i listen to money and blood
greed
life full of profit
relocated pain
you live in an instrument
bound to the earth
i do what is leading to whatever
withdraws
whatever is flawed can go
we know what it is
to sit in the wind
a body is nothing
is everything thus
for all to exist
die to the last
beauty
beauty is telling me things
and the clutter is vast
just as its written i judge
the pure inside
is beauty attraction?
is beauty intuition?
is beauty the fall from supra to cell?
cell of a body
for truths on a mission
selling my body
existence admission
—------
time regressing
fall repressing me
til we go outside
mind recession
you’re caressing me
try to use my eye
so tomorrow ill go
straight down the river floating
without purpose
straight down the river floating
light and dark they never part
tell another story to me
wish away the double state
of you and me
aren’t we the same?
tell me
what is wanting?
what is needing?
can you
please stop the feeding on me…
clear water breathing
tomorrow ill go
straight down the river floating
without purpose
straight down the river floating
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1/11/23
the waves make patterns
hatching criss cross
mathematic
and nonsensical
also divine
in that moment
communicating in alternate tongue
logos
cause and effect
light to the heart
in the sand mountain
i climb a tree
bright newness
a trick?
so serious
I see the levels
No I
clear mind comes from the ring of bone
Lew Welch
the feedback loop miracle
the colors live in me
and sounds
this is not civilization
this is what we call civilization
agreeing upon paper
but doing hellish acts still
heaven is not civilization
----------
Melting away on the pavement
outside of bosses house
iron concrete steel steal
girders worthless
for their heart
soul
eyes that sit affront a universe
a message written
on cardboard
i’m not pleading, only open
cause i have nothing
but flesh and bones
rags and pen
cover and scribe
to you
iron heart doors needed in this city
necessary evil
necessary evil
load of bullshit
eyes piercing with such rays
intensity
i sense just before i look
milliseconds, and tears draw
eyes piercing with god behind
love grief empty full pain
surrender, hate\lost
such a person in such a situation
is a token of
sickness
of all
eyes piercing and moist under fluorescent
underground passage tight toward
train
vein of pain
cramming and packing our pink bodies
slapping the gas
cramping our hobbies
there’s no more time left for us all to be trudging
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what beauty
and multiple peggings
of portraits
flailing awash in the abyss of
language
recall is everything i am
only i am, in that instance
a curious flowing forth
when we remember someone who is gone
they truly are alive
once again
and multiple peggings
of portraits
flailing awash in the abyss of
language
recall is everything i am
only i am, in that instance
a curious flowing forth
when we remember someone who is gone
they truly are alive
once again
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2/4
des’entering ; falling for a new age
a holy whirlpool of mind streams
collapses in on itself
into oblivion
living and dying for thousands of millions
years and bodies both
though in a scrambling trope
find the tumbling slope
follow that path from forsaken mote
to castle in empty reflection
of the soul’s highest balance
des’enteren
time’s come to let go and watch
thousands of momenT
eternally grasping for control
born of fear
confused by the meat sack body
bones I cannot feel
‘les they
splinter, crack
split and peel
my banana skin away
off tendon city
balancing act of scriptures highest order
given a brain that can send such meat sack
to moon and back
but still caused
my crippled back
to be
tight knot and not relaxed
balanced together as a loving column
trills in my ears
hears every sound pinging through particle air
flawed
swallow my eyes
surgery ‘em and give back
the child view of utter astonishment
in the one forever moment
thats suspended like a drumskin
nerves tingle within
as the tree branch and root
brothers
what route ?
root for your awakening
why send a meat sack to the moon
when it is not you ?
you not it ?
IT is you
through every - thing
tight box of a dream
no more is the meat sack
2/4
des’entering ; falling for a new age
a holy whirlpool of mind streams
collapses in on itself
into oblivion
living and dying for thousands of millions
years and bodies both
though in a scrambling trope
find the tumbling slope
follow that path from forsaken mote
to castle in empty reflection
of the soul’s highest balance
des’enteren
time’s come to let go and watch
thousands of momenT
eternally grasping for control
born of fear
confused by the meat sack body
bones I cannot feel
‘les they
splinter, crack
split and peel
my banana skin away
off tendon city
balancing act of scriptures highest order
given a brain that can send such meat sack
to moon and back
but still caused
my crippled back
to be
tight knot and not relaxed
balanced together as a loving column
trills in my ears
hears every sound pinging through particle air
flawed
swallow my eyes
surgery ‘em and give back
the child view of utter astonishment
in the one forever moment
thats suspended like a drumskin
nerves tingle within
as the tree branch and root
brothers
what route ?
root for your awakening
why send a meat sack to the moon
when it is not you ?
you not it ?
IT is you
through every - thing
tight box of a dream
no more is the meat sack
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2/8/23
Christian science
what kinda appliance
what kind of a ride is
awaiting ahead ?
i wonder who’s allowed through the doors
the moon loves me
and Mary B Eddy says
god is love
moon goddess
tomb tottess and teeters at the edge
of toddler’s playgrounds
pool flutters in my eye apparatus
how many other eye apparatus make play with pool?
easy for me to dress like this
be fluid and sassy in a doughed up art school
we’ve far too many delitantes of the type
and hear i add to the pool
toolshed of fools
drooling at the mouth
as a mule for the goings on
of electric electrode neuron games
of prolonged survival
time to breathe
seething currents
with skin and deeper even
to the center
that’s the culprit of mental history
that pool flutters with the lights
of gangs of descendants of warring
fear disciples’ steel rifles and girders
mished together yearning for immortality
also mother moons intra intelligence
giving with no end
sitting are no friends on the holy lawn
cause said girder ‘glomerates
rule their reality
relics of bygone surreal plurality
deepest lie which i guess is the fault of no one
just a path
the path led astray
starting and floating and ending in
t h e o n e
2/8/23
Christian science
what kinda appliance
what kind of a ride is
awaiting ahead ?
i wonder who’s allowed through the doors
the moon loves me
and Mary B Eddy says
god is love
moon goddess
tomb tottess and teeters at the edge
of toddler’s playgrounds
pool flutters in my eye apparatus
how many other eye apparatus make play with pool?
easy for me to dress like this
be fluid and sassy in a doughed up art school
we’ve far too many delitantes of the type
and hear i add to the pool
toolshed of fools
drooling at the mouth
as a mule for the goings on
of electric electrode neuron games
of prolonged survival
time to breathe
seething currents
with skin and deeper even
to the center
that’s the culprit of mental history
that pool flutters with the lights
of gangs of descendants of warring
fear disciples’ steel rifles and girders
mished together yearning for immortality
also mother moons intra intelligence
giving with no end
sitting are no friends on the holy lawn
cause said girder ‘glomerates
rule their reality
relics of bygone surreal plurality
deepest lie which i guess is the fault of no one
just a path
the path led astray
starting and floating and ending in
t h e o n e
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talking, talking
when will the day come?
change won’t fall from up high
change is born inside
running, running
fast paced
no progressing
LED distracted
working every last cent
talking, talking
first step
how’s the world to flip
through words that come on that ship
that was born of bandits?
bask in selfish sorrow
wish i could do it for you
patience
patience for you
what can you do for me
all they’re thinking
bathed in nothing inside
none can nurture those eyes
so, so sensitive
indeed that paper is fragile
turning it to ones and zeros
we can’t destroy what isn’t there
what only lives in mind
mine own blood
has been betrayed
gone away from balanced
laws unwritten
gifted with atrophied empathy
the eternal gift to money
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8/3/23
beautiful world
but what oh what is flying around us
they duck down the alleyway
while we in tree tunnels of pure lights
speckled with the heart of all greens
great veins of power and blood
hold high the structure of heaven
hold us all in place
our rightful roles
service, toil, by the hour
this is not freedom
this is a lie
close your eyes and be
forget your nature of doing
then truth falls in reality
soft as rain to the valley wall
trickle, congregate
creek to river
lake to ocean
you are not free
none of us are
mighty dark monstrous chopping blade overlords
invisible to the eye
our subconscious structures
worked glacially into physical reality
damning us
the snake eats it’s tail
a nation-wide holy balance
between freedom and illusion
truth and deception
just free enough to mistake it for the absolute
but no more
beautiful beings
humans as animals
children of this evolved systemic planet
are torn apart and used at our hands
monarchs fleet and flit
sip the nectar and speak
between
other flyers of specters in the air
walking solid ground
watching slow as sloth
in their meaty dimension
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8/9/24
“Chickens”
the year rolls by
time my dear friend
a trickster structure
the space we inhabit
kept without trodden paths
made, not at all
respected and listened to
lived in, loved
lived with
dynamically
space of life
that smells of beauty
seeds, pheromones
quills of ancient reptiles
now tread the lawn in their troop
clucking and pecking
flapping and flocking
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where is the wind born?
where is this color born?
field of green, basin of blades
what is the heart of the crow?
where is your name held inside me?
there is no sound in the brain
nor light
smell nor touch
let it sink
there is no sound in the world
nor image, smell, sensation
so, where are they?
the infinite inter-relational mirror spark prism
cast like a hologram upon the web
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9/20/24
i want to say hello to you
smile and talk
without fear
of what could happen
what has happened
to you
or i
what my secrets are
or yours might be
what could be stolen from us
mistakes we could make
death
what we believe in
or don’t
agree
or not
i want to talk to you
remember your name
and laugh
we are together
what are the colors around?
how does the air feel?
it feels, and we feel it
how does the breath feel?
the body feel?
let it melt
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8/10/26
wind, a breeze
silky hair, begins to frizz
in August air
what do bats think about?
smoothies
speaking slowly
glacier eyes
together on a roof
together by the window
building lights take the place of constellations
in our bodies; in our instincts
a soft M
collecting shells
from islands and shores
looking for the way light speckles
through leaves onto church doors
yellow walls
pink door
dripping walls
flooding
the ocean and rivers follow you
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8/12/26
twice I have fallen down
for words and eyes beyond my own
How mysterious is your inner world?
Pushing grace through troughs of steel
flowing, leaving nothing behind
forward, ahead
the air is thick
like the Amazon
an island of concrete
baking and churning
the belly of the beast
yet beyond
coolest, soft disintegration
hair down to your waist
whipping, slow
floating
in a vacuum
on a rooftop
complete silence
echoing