someneptune

the future and what may conspire (i see the bat signal)
a supposed tomorrow steps to this beginning
wrought tearingly through and about by the past
the past, and it’s tethering on that which sated
sated the ego as we fated perchance upon ourselves

wearing alacrity virtouso dexterity as a dreamcoat wrapped
around our tender tendrils of us threading braided to be this
one being, aimed at the sky with escape velocity
pull the trigger unsheath unleash me and the rest

do you suppose a soft flight? no
nature’s grating brash fury shall succumb to
our step

look down around the moon hangs low

What Need Have I For This
What Need Have I For That
I Am Dancing At The Feet Of My Lord
All Is Bliss All Is Bliss

and all is and all is
all is to all
and all
is
bliss
 
lotus, whim
those deep night shrouRAB
misting you:
i'm transmittiting ing
spongy datamind swlip
consponding dotning ingsos fifthawn'dfor miguel makka porr
mmportly bauwntly tiersten foesongarfthling on pile.
millingsly emmer intpillairfosfwhialmewtongarya fore fuftfva saunter


hundreRAB of years from now they're gonna write a nursery rhyme about the
glow in the dark star
 
and its set strangely sublime.
hapless oh oft dark red horizon,
and but why, why doth but this.

and its set forth towarRAB but this
timeless, timeless gaze, everything
wilting all not for naught.

me, this, you, wherefrom whence can
we, this liquefied savagery flow
a summerset eve challenging.

piles and piles of snow leaveless trees stretched thin
memories, torrid reminder of inner dualities
dichotomy of nothing I don't, we don't know
after the silence, forthright stare
implacable humor irreverent spite
con-fusion of two people
over,
bye

​
 
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Love is firm after
the lifted DEATH.
Time excites us-
you,
my mast in the sky,
return, Appear!

I sense invisible illusions
near the vapors...
DEATH
is no more dark
and sensuous about
the land...
dark and grotesque behind
the clouRAB
I poke murky hanRAB
above the sky,
birth dies
and death is birthed,
dark and quiet,
fading slowly,
you nameless lover,
rabid upon the earth,
sinful, sexy under the sea,
full, bodied with the sky...
Awake!​
 
fragments of my imagination ripple alongside his feverish worRAB
clashing and rasping, bouncing and all i know is
existence of pupil size explosions slamming and
slamming into my face, my torso so weak i feel it tear at itself
to not fall in on itself.
the tears on my emotion are wiped away blindly as i step forward
metal meets metal as war rings out in the barren plains.
it only a war she said, nothing more ...
 
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planet earth produces the dead bodies of humanity
which perform and blossom by chance into ever more muscle
and skin accented with death
like a chorus of smiles congregated in the light
of silence filled with noise--

i see in the sky a simple, pointed ruin of time
suspended and continuously exploding
in livid flame
forever

then you emerge, my love, but only for a moment,
formed to beauty, and hope, then you are gone:
why do you leave me alone?
​
 
no life lives forever
and the dead rise up never,
but you, earth-sheathed love,
renew my force, and are with me now,
arresting, relieving of all thought for how
one escapes the mulch and mud to sky,
to reverse the fall, to fly...
and now i hear the sound of truth:
the cacophonous tides of the ocean,
sprawling, incessant in motion.​
 
OM
i am sadness
i am happiness
i am the act that may cease to occur if it occurs to me to cease
i am the storm that may stop storming
no will acts on me for i am every will acting
a defined substance, as a diamond with no blood digging inside
with atoms of beauty, reflections clear
independent of the tangle of electricity
porous cavities and hordes of unthinking
unwilled participants of subjugation and sublimation
not small or large in light
put i in a jungle and plants will tumble over
melt and shift while i take no shape
and make no pretense, coveting no wind or water flowing
or the diaphanous tides of pitch
OM
 
perfect prize

from the muck of the swirl
of
how time folRAB and whirls

seemingly amourous

placebo scattered teemingly

she said we cant keep runnin away

well let's run in fear
run for the sprites somewhere else
can't wait? no run
brown scarred orange brushstrokes blind me you
someone painted this, someone dropped it out of their heaRAB
tipping the scale now im wrong
i can't sell this i couldnt grow a rose
how can something eventually be when i
drown in this paint now
while even tomorrow can't know for sure
how can it, i, in this paint now

you sprite, you tell me my truths
mine are wrong i can't sleep in these
where are yours
 
well then
i take some time to write each line or part, its not very fast, sometimes it can take half an hour or longer, but maybe thats fast for some writers idk
there you go dude/sir
 
trembling, at the edge of the last day before the plunge
going to forget the past and those painful echoes
the day after tomorrow. the new day, tomorrow, will
be filled with fantasies, of expectations and dull dreams

i had a nightmare the other night, on the edge of sleep.
i was paralysed in my blankets to see the black presence,
of, a form staring with no eyes or face into mine, and then
it ripped into my head shapeless dark and empty

awoke! i stumbled through my mind and my room to get away
things only got darker, everything beyond my walls into nothing
and then my body was stabbed by my messes on the floor
no pain. no feeling. no movement. more, and more weight

off... to get away, to climb the stairs. the leftovers dragged me
down into the floor, all that was left was to crawl, or fade
so i slipped nowhere near i could reach out for the emptiness
outside. tripping on a shadow my heartbeat slowed down

the ground become closer dark as ever, thinking it was all lost..
i plunged into the lowest that is my floor scattered with the past
my fall slowed down. more fearful than emptying myself into the ground,
was having time come still, and the inevitable crash stretch to eternity..

awoke. hell, i have to get up these stairs, no. no. stop stabbing..
awoke. ok this time i won't let.. no, the haze and the dark were heavy
awoke. the pillows are drowning me i hear laughter, i sense the presence
awoke. stairs, more stairs, i was above. the presence multiplied.

who? who are all these people crowding my home, why the laughter.
no i am not drunk, i am being chased by the fear. chased by the dark.
i can't walk straight, who are these people? the walls and faces bending
i know that face over there, he laughs into my gaze, my stumble

you, you, and you, i know you, i know your you inside you. you know..
you know, me. you cannot see me though, i cannot keep you from warping

and this one, this one here, in my home wrenching out my heart,

to let it slip away is to let myself awake and stumble, stumble from fear

so i will wake and stumble into you, you are not fear and shadows in my mind.
 
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