Alarm Alarm

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 ...

Corporate Lead Strategy

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

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.

He Went Back For You

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.

Aristo-peers

So obvious now 

right down to his name

the man his skin like gold sun 

is a living TAROT card

not for Putin puppeteering, 

or Crimea River pro quo

but for the entire 

billionaire class here

Congress 

and their Davos darlings sass there,

no borders aristo-Peers so known. 

Duncecap distraction 

daylight theft 

the paid classes, 

with Parties and all... 

Jubilee genocide

invaders interference cried

raising billions 

for politician buddies 

to pay media buddies 

for ads and News 

same named conglomo 

same P&L bottom line bongo, 

same Art of Deal 

fat cats golf club swing your gains duly missed.

We're played 

at a casino Tower alright, 

but it's called the 

Pillars of Distraction.

We The Interference

Wouldn't worry
so much
about the Russians
this twenty twenty tried.
Spirits of Darkness
in high places
simply need posses
body and limb.
Robot
inside your own hide.

Swipe left
click like
finger swipe
the scrying screens
of true power.
Black oblysk palmsized
greasy finger Host
our each and every hour.

Tapping glass Morse code.
TrueHack body slack
and all y'all
think you're Big Mack
and opinions
and information
shape the Big Mall.

Evil isn't Ruskie do.
Evil, turns out
is our lazy Regan spew
puking Mother over priest
Lakehouse
with opposing view
And this Election goes on
and on,
Darkness so high above
the heights we want
to reach.

Company Be

They switched it
the here and Now
the essential sensory
the being and how
That God needs to drink in
taken away
teleported
Into tiny screens
cast daemon "whole world"
black boxes handheld
and mounted flat wall meld
Full of stories, written
so very tall
Fear and loathing
and Trump-ette call.

Kubrickon sounds alarm.
It's the Bugle Boi from Company Be.

Commercial Narrative
fills all the fear in tanks.
Pipes it to Affiliate pump.
Now called your Local News.
Gas up!
Sports and weather.
No birds or feather.
Coplights flash on couch patterns home
no backyard lounge rest
as the sun slides by
all day long.

Up comes moon.
What happened today?
What's in your head?
Certainly not the stars.
Crickets and frogs before bed.

All lull miracle must battle
electromagnetic leach
and each arc mounting
at least I know
there's beach.

GIF Hoarse

Add a GIF to your post.
Search no Hitler.
Hyperinfotainment
is here.
Why express
when you can just
meme what you say?

The furious funnel
of regurgitated images
forms a new language
of corridored Narrative,
mainstreamed channels
followed in mere wake
of commentary.
Emoticon reactions
with no Say. 

The meaninglessness
of information
speeds up
hurricane force strong, 

Invokes second Flood
not Coming
all mankind.
Twisted Sister
Black Hole ride.
Laughing all the way.
Brains awash
the reaper candy.
Barking bourgeoisie.

Smile Boxes, Screaming Trees

The symbolism
is no longer talisman.
The word,
no longer symbol.
Meaning
not polarized, but flipped.
The Times End is here.

It all rages now,
all fronts,
full on.
The whole sky
is false,
and getting away
with it
because
we're stroking
mirrors darkly
down here.

Flat?
She's dead, Jim,
and you keep throwing her
a ball!

Martian ice
and singing stars,
the only hope ...
Lies in wishing jars.

Aliens we are,
UFOs the white blood cells
Gaia fever epic storm.

Indiginous rape
It's is all the norm,
pretend lines and names
instead of things they are
and hate before love byfar.

Occupation.
Siege. Dirty tricks.
Wedding tent slaughter
from un-Wright-brothered laughter joysticked so,high above.

Capital slaughters Great Mother,
and sprites of her unseen
Joan of Arc now unleashed.
The Gate opens,
but only
as the meadows burn.

Earplug

Don't wanna hear it
I don't wanna hear it no
war and cheat and lie I know
Don't wanna hear it
it's Friday yo
why you gotta bring that up
when I know the jig is up
but there be now beer
some red wine near
imbibery elsewhere
and soon I know that
I am free

Don't want it
but it's still all me.

Frequency and Wave

Overheard bird.

Cicada, twisty
tsk tsk tsk
nightpulse yes
but painful day cry laser
hurt your ears down here,
so many. O

Every once in a while
nightswimming
one drops
from the treeline
into the pool
hissing all the way down
like a bomb.

Then
It flops about
like a struggling bat
till we scoop it out.

Frequency caught
chlorine lamplit wave.

Tycoon Eleven AM to

Times ten
they spend
welfare subsidy
big tank oil
pipeline Native soil
than one time
on Education.

10x for tycoon.

Industrial paid lobbyists
have Congress' ear
and hold on career,
fancy wined and dined, campaign pocket lined.

Mrs. Crabtree's
3rd grade homeroom
teacher's got
some good cardboard
and foamcore plot.
Just can't seem
to get in and get seen
and ten times is an awful lot
and really kinda mean.

Bugganapolis

Markets
are for fleas.
Track
is where it's at.

Ratchet racket
scratchit
irritated night
crickets
and bugs bigger than
fence pickets

chachacha
CHUCHCHACHA!

Race car pit stops
socket set fields and
peeper cheer crops,

speedway biomass
in cheer the flyby
numbered chariots
of Southern night.

Norman

Flickering torches
make shadowdance
the darkness of treehollow,
a most welcome nightlight spirit, that soon splinters into gold-sprayed glitter as fireflies paint the lower charcoal sky above.

And now Moon, full of herself still, peeks out low and coy from behind some far branches, as if Norman's bright mother aloft at the Bates Motel.

Higher, stars are trying.