Mandela Cause

 

I had a dream

last night

of a parallel world

Wrong brothers Wright,

we dropped explosive

ordinances of peace --

such blinding light.

Carpetbombed compassion and love

on all quarrels below.

Whole batallions

off flat iron ship runways

cocaine lines of angels

true Blue.

Atomic split spirit love

so bright it cast shadowed embrace

on a Hiroshima brick wall.

The rich made billions

AND

no war was paid well.

New Word Order

The first step in understanding the Universe
is to first realize that vast term
means YOU. 

Instead the name college found
of jocks and traytable food day special
takes name your true advanced degree,
for the Word is Yellow Submarine. 

Vessel. Pisces. Aqueerius. 

God is a verb,
yet certain nouns chosen bound
frozen in a book they impersonate
as the One Word to dictate slaughter.
We have been judged by the Predicate
and oppressed by the Order.

Reverberance is the rolling thunder
of the coming One. 

Word soon that becomes
an Action thing of itself.

Ark is really Noah,
and the animals all our two eyes paired,
who wait in hope along with Mrs Dove we hope,
an olive branch pointing just off Flood bare
in which to recreate the entire Word
just as is
and no image or inflection
this Time.

Flip

 

Events current

the anti roosts in hyphen

not hymn

Show is History

and Acts enacted

with you suspended

Accounts expended,

Finale splendid

Nothing mended

Murricane

As this year 

closes a cycle thousands of years 

larger in scale, 

I have concluded that 

the unique me 

people tend to tout, 

and the endless trumpets 

of my song they wish 

would just drown out, 

have produced 

a cognitive dissonance 

of epic proportion 

whose occluded fronts 

and severe weather 

we've surely yet to see.

Sky Shadows

Birdie's shadow 

so tiny

when she hops around,

not soars.

Hardly 

behind her at all, 

like a sweater. 

Makes you wonder 

where

truly lies 

the sky.

Chatting with His Image

When God 

showed up to talk 

as a one-bush forest fire 

to an odd duck 

deep in the mountain. 

Out-doing 

yap-snake at least l

ike his Advocate before 

all that Damned 

multiplicity.

No Rolling Over

Use it
or lose it:
our innermost beam
Prince ray.
Royalmost Magick,
its innate majesty now so ritually reversed.

Kubrickhands 5G!
Lithos monkeypaw swipe darkglass thing,
Monolith became Reynolds Wrap in Sedona overnight.
Scrying such
smart things,
app address server,
secrete me down the Stream.
Censor me in the offkiltered world.

Use it or lose it your Light.

Not PTO
HSA
OES & OTO 
or even
Opus Doris Day,
just you,
your story
in three panels --
Brochure for Heavens Gates.
Scroogeghost phased alchemy some weight for feather
a Ferryboat home
Your ride or not.
These chains and doorknockers.

Okay go.
Look out Holes!
Here come those rabbits.
Mirror beasts
plummeting our Way
once again. 

Redbrick Swirl

That the Logos 

cannot be digitized -- 

that no media 

can it contain --

is why 

the Aunty Em right now. 

The housestomp 

on striped stockings soon. Munchkins all, 

Hideously laughing 

Like sneering candy cane scythe lollipops

at gruesome death --

Shall we squeal on emergence the 

mushroom cap indeed!

Pryamid, my spore!

Nobody to flip it

As we down 

the slimy flush vortex 

wash ourselves repeat,

g'night all sewer rats 

of History replete. 

Not so empty

topboggen 

lack of salt or sand.

Time goes now, 

and Word 

no longer prepostioned,

ceased of Man.

Getting Mad and Holes in the Moon

The eighties 

weren't a time 

they were a decade-disguised cumulative broadcast 

of (synth)thesis 

to freaks and geeks 

to which I believe 

my wider House, 

special powers orphaned

friend-family 

has neglected 

all sleeper cell, 

and sadly 

failed 

every blunt nuance its implicit togetherness Umbrella Factory.

Time for hotstuff.

Bringing You Out of It

If you are enriched by Truth

and you are driven to empathy 

with open heart, 

then you will know the heavy burden it is now 

to carry virtue with you as you go. 

You are too full in meaningless times. 

Heavy is the head that wears the crown 

as the Snake coils in minions up, minions down.

No Kether light as feather

shall be known 

until all are free.

Grace, 

its weight in gravity 

must now be endured, 

for you carry what the others will need 

so very soon to be cured. 

It is difficult to move. 

The 'why' a palpable huge. 

A paradigm a dozen. 

Faith is rife with pain and angst holds angels to the rain. 

Slowing down, in entropy, they pass you on the ground. 

Inquisitors seek confession.  But you know 

there can be no room for vapid stories of made-up lies

of enemies you must despise, 

and you still refuse to accept imposters on these presented temperaments of Mother Gaia 

as true form. 

She knows her children are those wet with tears.

It seems you must even crawl to gain one day.

Persevere.  

Wonders are becoming! 

I know the laden down you, for I too struggle to move the Temple a tiny fraction closer to our home. 

Our Stonehenge of spirit lines up in the near to distant nox, 

and our shared shoulders bear the most important Light a beacon there in rocks

that must flare into Eternity at its rising hour. 

The prophesy not of clocks. Alarms. Alarms ...

Sick Sygma

Racism.
Violence and
divisive politics
led by gross media Acts.
Police in military brutality
on citizen to murder astreet full war gear.

THESE ARE NOT
PROBLEMS,
America!

They are science-sigma
SOLUTIONS
of the Corporate interests
on the problem called
YOU.

Reach

I am intrigued 

more not by the sky 

but by where 

the treetops end.

Horn Rimmed Ridge

You knew about it. 

So many docos 

The Jiffypopped kooks --

marble hall interviews,

hallway denials. 

All true.

That damned Owl 

that stole my Journalism,

and in dirty money 

tucked hid "1 corner." 

All suits on the News

gone Campy in redwood. 

Elite not silver cursive 

glued logotype RV side

but the real spoon

blocked road entrance inside.

Really 

socially distant fun. 

Effigy 

you and me.

Coronavirus of the respiratory SARS! 

Hail these campfire things

not ours.

And a Howl 

that nobody heard 

named Ginsberg.

Verbal Equinox

We fall for God 

every time, 

but His tears 

our reign 

for the lack of Vision 

to see the Cross 

in every 

Act.

Trial. 

Rolling Stone. 

Principals 

of air 

and dark high places.

God is a verb!

And here you are, 

sold Sunday. 

A basketful 

of fake plastic grass 

and a hollowed out 

bunny confection mold.

Right eye, somewhere 

on the bottom,

just one white blue dotted eye left, 

and some glue spots peering out from under Wicker weave.

Harbour

Today 

I lived a decade 

in the passing of a few hours. There are Dominoes, 

there are cards, 

but in my magic world 

there is only irony 

and synchronicity, 

and the steadfast rudder 

of knowing 

who I am so fiercely 

it scares the crap 

out of delicate shadows 

posing as people 

bobbing like buoys 

in an angry sea. 

Thirteen. 

Sextet, sail on.

Johnny GI Go

You live 

in a fascist right wing State. 

Staying up

watching Hitler late

but guess what that's really you!

Black and white is very black and blue.

There is no Democracy. 

There is no more activism

There is no more Free Speech  no more dissent allowed

Unless licensed in crowd

fenced off,  one public

construction zone bestowed

So sidewalk soggyplanks 

the wingtips rush 

politician pinstriped fatsuits pitchforks pushed aside

Capitol step climb dutily

corporate conglomerates

Dividends not salary.

And all the while.

State thugs with guns 

are kidnapping

locking up journalists 

for telling truth 

and calling it 

"bank robbery."

Citizens 

are being harassed 

by Orwellian jackbooted police

merely for having interest 

in true International affairs

gone fleeced.

Cuz you do pay

for 'em all after all

I-RS my case ca-ching.

Whole lives ruined 

for speaking up. 

'Zombie Apocalypse'

is like if Mary knew

there was something called

'King James Bible.'

Holy day 

posthumously divine way

Consumer Hero icon killed they

the governments and spies.

MLK JFK RFK CIA DNA 

lies

all is war today.

Stay home. Sleep.

Binge Netflix.

Football rage. Weep.

The Impeach 'You're Fired' Show.

Take sides not leave them,

blunten all sharpened point

to justvforce trauma

knockout not Astral light.

USAUSAUSA

What did the POTUS tweet today

PNAC pocus focus 

Atlantic Group

come on out and say? 

IMDB Donald J.

A walrus genocidal Jester 

a fat guy named Pompous

and a card called Trump. 

Everything outside border, 

Not your worry though.

Just pay up and hail 

Johnny GI go.

All dressed up and

camouflaged

and you still see right 

through him though

and cheer

for Freedom not yours at all

and murder monster extorted,

Recruiting Hall.

Paid for by The US army. 

That lie alone should

turn red amber waves of grain.

Some Straight Up Seuss

So, what was it, fine tots
so powerful as to actually stop
the monstrous-bronterous
industro-slaughter thingamabot
way back there
in the screaming melting skin
of Viet Nam?
The Press, before bought!
Black and white images
that they brought.

Not all caps and meme,
Libtard and scream.
Scroll and troll and
Quiz phishing scheme

It was pictures in living rooms!
Ones of broken boned babies strewn
and fried humans still crispy, on News.
Hey, wait is that Jimmy
next to the dead child's shoes?

Televised mobilized
so America could SEE the victim eyes
and to streets, rally 'gainst so-called War
Write your Senator!
Stopped the Nixon and the fixin too,
so show us what you do GIJoe, and cut all the rap.
We need more bloodsoaked
camo snuff films, and
limp child Mom arm
magazine rack.

Anything to stop the endless
ringing of empty word "toll."
Cuz it's about to all happen again
while we all just scroll.
They took the punch
right out of your byte
and now you need it bad
right in the f'n face alright.
Look at it!
Snap your head back
and scream.

Today’s your birthday.
Blow it out and dream.

As So No Below Above

Day on day Mankind 

tricks itself into seeing things 

not for what they truly are,

but for how they appear

obstructed in his plane.

Cursed cursed brain. 

Turning sky

to endless plane.

How we walk right 

upon foundation 

and peer up into veil, 

but never can we 

tilt to touch the Two 

truly One at sail. 

Can we ever grace our underlying Essence and beyond the Eye go Mind?

Orb it is then!

Bearings on big ball

round and round we'll go,

Helios hilarious, 

grunts grinding out 

Great Wheel show.

Sunny Side Up

Everybody 

just assumes their 

superior durability, 

Their stretching 

beyond all 

real measure.

Eventually though 

words break, 

and the yolk of truth 

is ours 

that's cooked up sizzlin'

some King's breakfast.

Peril Eyes

Not interested maybe

but more likely

truly Terror indeed

if nobody dares 

to click 'like' some creed

Deerlit roadside frozen eye

not dare show controversy any side

Stomp firm confrontation's stand

for sake a label or red band

To say something whole room

shove face peripheral elephant

fatten more more heavy gorilla

stick out clean hand 

big toe finger throb.

No though. Face mob.

I'm not like that guy

in fact

I kinda hate him

Wonder at whole world 

levied oceanic flow.

Outspoken 

means a prison

of the words 

only so far in Truth

one should really ever go.

Back to the Suture

Two two o'clocks 

I have just seen. 

I existed, 

this hour no more known 

to time! 

And soon moon sun dance

together rise, 

all confused 

and in the same spot stalled...

one.. will take the lead 

I surmise.

Someone 

took a bite outta the sun...

the dangerous, dangerous

clocks.

Pillowpause...

Oh well.

It's dusky for dawn 

that much is apparent, 

and the crows sure know. Horizon obscura though... 

ice crispies the leaflawn 

as I search the sky 

for moonpie 

Machomp-gone. 

My paces quicken, 

and still all 

copperysalmon coldsky

chimneypuff ... 

alas sunrise moon 

hides behind same houses,

same trees, 

but I see its fiery light 

on distant treetops. 

And that is 

the Sunday sermon.

SamHainGusts

Skywash

the few cold stars tonight

after gale 

and limb-shred leaf

tornado torrent tropic

some flooding rains ago.

Crystal air

I stood out tonight

whence baseball dronecry

warm in box happy in bar

bluelit drunkfaces hugged

I craned to you, in cold

and gazed.

Fallflood summergone 

in just one night 

'fore clock back

dark Mondays on.

Mercenary Me!

Here's the thing.

Freedom for oil

is not your pumping gas

at home.

But the trucks 

and planes and drones

of imperial world Police 

Congress 

is all ashudder 

quidproquo look at Joe go 

but gives a shit not 

your boys in uniform 

rented a

murderous King.

Protecting fields everywhere

not fighting enemy on them

Stealing from the weak.

Ludicrous Ludwig

Sunday school

wet-day Wittgenstein

pondering why poetry 

really is my thing more 

than snarkposting

all breadbox on Bookface

self choral sing.

Shuddering shoulders awake

depends upon 'games' 

played alongside the River bed. But they have you by the Stream.

Conclusions to which you're led.

So merrily, Verily, 

we go now asea.

Mental Pictures studios

Disney there, broomsticks dancing, and me 

really sweeping up

the room.