Recovered Oldies

2010-2013


Brain Itch

Good morning, midnight, I hope you slept alright

Before your spine slithers and skin crawls and thoughts drop like hard stones
Before and after death, before your brain's itch?

You're the perfect scratch, to feel the music on your face
You can be a starling, darling
The colour already drips from your wings
Composing a wave of dance beneath you
Let the storm drown away, even bitterly, in that marvelous pool

Trace it now, eternity
With your fingers or your sharp claw
Turn your head and let the cold bare looking eyes glance off your smooth neck
Wrap your heart up tight and squeeze it's life out and all over

Let the sun rise against you as you laugh with the moon
Curve it's fire and calm it's wrath
Steal the warmth for yourself and brim your soft star-eyes
Daring eyes that swim keen in and around this place

Release your grip on the clock, you sense time is listening
Lick your lips and smoke your golden ticket
Embrace the fine sieve and fall free

None will cling to it, no matter how we try to get heavy and wet

...and eternally

...and eternally

just as icicles hung,
as the bell tolled for
all those: through
the hustle and bustle of a
surging state,
may confuse themselves
by materialising time
and be left
trying to find
whom they really are, milling
about in a field of unrooted stalks
of feeling,
and its growing absence.

In a whimsical swirl, sincerely
the wind picked up, a barging gust and with it carried a
colorful tune, inky hues;
bluish-violet
- its chill settled on surrounding structures,
sparing no able-bodies from the seemingly sudden prickle of its wintery grasp;
clasping a hold and steady gaze on the winning pockets of time.

It was the time of year when society; and its go along standards,
were likewise at the peak of their theatrics.
The Great Divide between those who bathed in the versatile emitting vim of electric candlelight and speckled
bursts of starlight;
and their counterparts,
who portrayed inconformity,
and over-all retraction
of said former beliefs as a whole.
Rather, reluctancy conceived
an iconic glance inside the other’s
supposed valueless philosophical spheres.
The latter, true land-crawlers in like-mind
and spirit,
seeking self-enclosing gloom in the typically envisioned sight-quenching and sense heightening systematic glow.
Choosing to embrace it’s emptiness, a mutter of reasoning spattered in a dripping fashion depicting a strong-willed bottomless-pit, on either side
a non-sensical sermon of binding contrast.
Because of this, the global heart’s beat was seemingly a slanted hypotenuse of garden-salad scale,
utter pandemonium was constantly proportionless
in its static inconsistency.
The true benefactors resided far and between,
this cyan turned blank halo effect
created a rusty parasitical
breeding ground layered through and through
the final encompassing idea,
scolding hot cellular agitation
and sanctuary
of crevices, left to their own devices.

Quizzically,
Guess is the make-up and come-down.
It makes up for its hiccups, puckers up;
and with faith;
kisses its wings,

and tries itself, with regular visits
to key-wholes and key-holes
to hole loops, the point

from paint; and kites in flight too...
With rebound-able terminology,
it keeps busy.
Infinitely; ultimately betraying
itself by double-crossing and second-guessing.

One day,
the sun came and went and
never came back.
Although all the folk were unaware of this when it happened,
the sun left a dropped seed of
continually: exponentially multiplying sombre hints.
Archaic reveries of anarchic revelry
where ‘chic’ became ‘posh’
and vice-versa...

and the people,
in astounding disarray
instigated a swooping storm
who’s eye singed, writhing in agony
ripping it’s essence
this way and that.
Well, wishy-washy...
Consequentially, consequence of previous preludes
were filled with a lack of morality
and,
unable to determine any elapsing of time,
moments died and bled into a moment,
hours into Now.

Positivity cannot be found here,
because the dimension of time still stood its own test-
the people just really could not place their finger
on thinking much past anything in the past
that they lay on or
clung to.

The memories thought to be retained for it own honest revelation were actually mere wisps and clouds,
Ghosts of the Known.

Without credit to find purchase in stable grounds,
they had thrust a spinning droplet of their initial universal
Universe and its initialization
into a paradoxical parallel
polar hell
in purgatory or vice-versa.

Some day

Parts of him,
can't breathe inside a lover's head

Parts of her, cannot rest inside a lovely mind

Test the strand, to discover it's dead
It's too late, it's already blind

Forget it,
I hope I never get assigned

I never come from behind

Their sparkle in hand,
squeezing to bind

Early re-sign-ment
Knocking Upstairs for some severance pay
No,
but inheritance on the way

Blue water,
a beautiful flame

she said,
when she's gone some day

I, like a bird and Your Smile (2010) -Sarcasm* yuck...

I, like a bird


A dreamy orchard,

Like gentle pink petals in the East
Carried into warm drift by a playful breeze
Soaring up beyond the Divine.

As sleek and sly as Dusk,
Dawning on the world as
A soft vanilla-tangerine sky
Of infinite depth.
Reflecting the terrible, dark and mighty ink
Of the ocean waters.

As a nightingale is song
Smudged into a crisp charcoal night,
Joined by the calm whistle of the wind and
Rustling of scattered reeds.
Underneath which the earth is taking deep breaths,
Releasing buds of tangible tone.


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Your Smile... 


Your smile mirrors the dazzling glint
In your starry, soft velvet eyes
Their sparkle resonating essence preach
Elegance and truth.

The warmth of sunshine
Lingers in your creamy,
The beauty of the Universe
In your passion scent,
In your perfectly warm kiss taste.

Dimples like the dip of a peach,
Ivory intrigue, filled with devilish wit,
Measured by sheer light
Innocence and Grace.

Mesmerization of
Stunning maturity,
and enticing features.
Presence alone banishing those
Sullen and un-moved.

Angelic melodies of joyousness in
Wonder bound within the vibrant landslide
Of your dancing steps
An excursion of colorful symphonies and oil hues

Entranced by fascination of all that is,
Your mind captivates,
but your heavenly soul enthralls.
A moon-like beaming beacon of embrace,
Pure substance.

Nothing Like Being Dead

That ain't nothing like being dead
An empty house - a severed head
Drifting, a dark trench
Going to bed - elevator sink like lead

Ain't nothing like seeing it,
The second glance - The hidden wince
All those stories melt away like mints.
It ain't nothing like knowing it,
that it all keeps beginning and it won't stop.
Start dancing at the very top.

Your Honor, your Excellence...
Am I guilty yet?
Nothing like knowing it's wrong to place bets.
Am I wilting yet?
Hopping over the black picket fence

In your defense, you are a human
And I hear industry over there is boomin'

It's kind of like screwing.
Looming like a sweaty cloud
Like Source - Heaving in the heat of the heavy-sticky crowd

Ain't nothing like being dead,
Watching from under the ice-
Reading the freshest scriptures

Going Anywhere

I perch on the edge of the world
a concrete alcove for me to bury

Scribble down tantrums and visions

in hopes to make sounds

Like nestling against a tree trunk.

I breathe relief

The stars are bright, up here

Planes are mere rumbles against a steady hum

Soothed, and my structure melts

Air is calm, significant

Like being in a dream, and remembering your life

The tension eases off my temples, over the top of my ears
and out the back of my skull

Negative space is all that matters now

The things around things

I concentrate on the hum, or is it a whistle?

It seems as though it may also be chatter or a chirping.

I'm not so sure the Earth is making that sound

It sounds like some sort of energy field.

The pictures are off in my head.

Like I'm hung on a void after all.

But there are always distractions.

Like a dripping faucet

Today, it will be a rich man's faucet
Fresh

It definitely sounds like chirping now, and it's layered

Maybe it is just in my head

But why would I create that? I doubt it.

The is also a bird nearby, in a birdcage

But he is quiet now.

There is another layer, inconsistent

Brrw Brrrw Brrw

I'm going to sleep this isn't going anywhere

Civilized-Servants' Theme Song (2010)

There is no symphony.
Stop your search.
And look into the eyes of the alligator clergymen.
The sloping monacle of the croaking frog conducting nursery surgery.

The slightful eyes of a blightful boast.
A tarnished broach of pain and perjury.

Fanfaronade blissful soaking without minor foes invited,
It's been here all along delighted,
Tilt your umbrella to the Theme Song.

Loathing's a shark,
But what did you borrow, the fee is
There's no today, when there is only
tomorrow, costing
Sorrow's a symbol to wash rules away,
To clash of a cymbal is not needed
to play, though
Knead your gingerbread, man
Flattens his own
Baked for the sake of
Keeping teeth strong
Longing to sink yourself, in impending waters, Time
Daughters of martyrs are left only dollars,
Shearing the cheer cloak,
Cheer mutates dismay muddy signals,
Sailboats tug friends along
Bend gongs of solar-plexus mingles
Lusting effect infects
Affection's frightful intention of which the sizzle
Perplexed by the thought of heaven's ascension.

Loretta, Loretta

oh Loretta, Loretta
You`re kind of cute
You`re not the perfect lady
but neither am I, so

I`ll find someone to save me
For now while I weep
Oh loretta, I`m meant to be with you

oh Loretta, Loretta
Walk a day with my shoes
You`ll find that painlessness
Has a part in my show
We gloat and boast,
and host the Glow
Warm and deep in these sheets
Oh loretta, stars align for you

oh Loretta, Loretta
You`ve got me confused,
You`re not the perfect lady,
but neither am I, so
I`ll find someone to cave me into
little sleep,
Oh loretta, I dropped the whole ball for you

Opus Magnum

I`m not trying to write my magnum opus,
I`m shooting for robust and perky like a lotus
Right wrongs like a soldier but let no guns control me,
No nuns console me

Rabbis and their bruchas
Pimps and their hookers
Witches and the hocus pocus, and the only thing
that holds us is focus when were snapping,
Buying happy with minutes,
Wind kid, you`re laughing and that remote-control
is the lever to your trap, shit, i`ll be show business
and never get a real deal, clap,
cause my shits crap,
and that`s  whack, because i ransack my mind,
Steal lines, is it a pearl?
how is it defined?
Will I refine myself a dandy dandy.
Will I come in handy, find myself
branded drinking brandy
Will we be family, gradually,
I`ll find it in every nook and cranny,
while they scam me, plan for defeat
I`m damned if I fuck you, I gotta fuck your granny, like canned meat
I wait patiently,
Distate for the elite, even though I wanna`be
Hungry for the race, out of the gutter, flee
Smothered in pasty money honey sleaze,

I dodge the webs, and step through the gated dreams
My mind left my head quicker than laser beams
Trying to pretend, everything is what it seems

When you`re at your peak,
on the cusp of something.

Ran into the rough

Ran into the rough to be the stuff of legends
Thought he tough enough to bleed across the Heavens
Stealing faulty lessons from your lips, rich ideas severed
Clever treasurer knead the dough before it`s leavened

Gather all the sentences in to a bed of feathers
Relentless recklessness in the midst of holding on to pleasure
I judge the weather from the sparkle in my eye
Never saying never scar my heart until I die
But I`ll never lend my hand to a guilty passer-by
Still struggling with the semantics of forgetting how to try
Sit here and wonder why, I hesitate before I dive
Meditate on how to re-create a better life

Climb aboard, and co-lapse in time
Opiate my mind until my bluff is blind
Take it as a sign that I`m punished from the grind
And I`m trying to unwind, but I worry about my drive
To move forward, scored third place
Separate from my soul and my motor
Chased it with cola, because i`m bored of the taste
Of scotch, cocaine and this heroin I hear is laced

Wasteful in the talents I erase
Case-closed
Encased in the challenges I face
Embrace that it`s all just a phase
And tomorrow me and you will just be another maze
Brace myself against the wind
The current took me to home-base to see my friends again
Rode the main vein train for a while
Sporting a smile, wipe the blood off the tiles
Rode it for miles past the setting sun
Lasted so long forgot where it had begun
Exfoliate in sand, open up another can
Hear another band, relate and hate another clan
I jam it all together

Say the same fucking thing in a milion fucking ways
So that I can bring a clearer mirror to these pages
Dedicated to ageless ancients wading in a pool of patience
In a cave, entertained by countless wagers
Make-shift mages strip you naked
Faked the cages that keep you, demonstrations
There`s no bars besides the ones surrounding relationships
We should be together swimming like a school of fish

Eternal bliss, is not for me
I just want to kiss and exist and be free
I jump into the mud and I come out clean
But there`s more to come, I`ve seen it in my dreams

My blanket 2

Diluting my commute
Recruit
All the hours that went to
Regret, when ive wept

When Ive spent every cent

To repent,
To what end
I`m still getting bent
Im not Christian
Im sacrificing, pretending its Lent

Persuasions still kicking
From my smiling face
To knock your teeth missing

I got shook
And came to a bubbling brook
Inukshuk gave me some kind of look
That said you`re going the wrong way

So I looked up through the skylight
Pirate ships passing by in the white-washed sky
And I relied on that eyesight to guide, myself
Blackened my white lies to night

Defying all existence
Put most my fingers between the pistons
An aerial feral
Rain parade on the facade ghost trail

Withstanding prison
With all the wanna-be gangstas with colourful handkerchiefs
Well-to-do bankers with ties gotta noose-like fit
And fucking canker sore loser type description

That isnt all of them
And I dont know what the fuck im saying
Dismay preys on the words im spraying
But it lays waste to some kind of curb thats played
Or maybe just gives a face to the hurt, pain and hatred
Trapped within my blood, sweat and tear stained blanket

Humania

I glued to Humania


Infinity, a paint brush

Burn them through callously Alice


Realities, a passing glance


With purpose claw for purpose


Waste me finality


Shield you from the shrapnel


If you'll collect me from my shadow

Gold

GOLD

Jewels are formed with truths and
Our moon might decay

I could take you to the Everglades
Undertake in the heavy shade
Heaven`s gates can wait today
At least until we pray
Bathe in the honey gaze
The maze makes you stay
Wade in the shining sea
Starlight beauty
Laze in the hideaway
The phase never fades away
In ways of a Midas-face,
Gold can never stay,
I will look for taste, on another day,
Until I find my zoo, I'm true blinding-grey
Jewels are shaped with glues and
our moon might decay

Trudy

Things aren't always the way they seem but:

Lost my writer's block to her
She took it back again
I'm a miracle boy from nowhere,
In my pockets I got a key,
No fear, I'm not scared to play fair
For that door I stole away from the night before
A second glance it's a brass ticket to a softened mind
Maybe it'll straighten my spine
Dime bag and a bottle of wine
Crime pays when there aren't fines
Sealing time in a ziplock toss it out the window
Flashes of the hip-cock and then the crescendo
Feelin' tip-top, been there before
Beer, sneers, butterfly ears and oh my lord!
I don't even have to force it, repetition breeds habit
and of course
it gets coarse when we've left the hammock
I swear nothings planned, seems as skies gone
Call me bandit alien landed
Can't stand it I sand away the friction
Sad part being there's no precision in my mission,
Deliverin my diction, c'mon hold on to my gun
I'll show you some of my wisdom or gism or whatever, love

She opens the door, and I know my looks sheepish
Childish, evil twitch
Devilish, that inner eager squeamishness sometimes ya just can't delete some shit
Tuna fish baby gonna' keep your head strong
Come on over here, save me, I can't stay much longer
As I redefine the lady inclined for doing favours,
Savour it, the pay me respect love me later it's
Crazy but what I've come to expect when it tapers, in fits
Hate lures us back, love endured the sunset though
I'm an optical threat to my lobotomy debt
Crawling out the crypt hit with a force of light
Been called a dumb piece of shit but I'm coming back tonight
There it is, her knife, my whip, and I get the slice
Am I making stupid decisions or just throwing faulty dice
Lying beside warm loins tonight,
Glide to slide out the door to the store,
So I can pour it down my throat to take flight

Touring a dirty gore drive-in, I'm morally bored
Could be flailing a sword but I feign to afford a mic

Tight lips tits, clits amidst some fancy tickling
Plenty sips and hits got me wishful thinking
The tugging dips low, I'm sinking
Winking unblinkingly linking a kink in the air-flow
Rinse my face at her sink, a look-a-like, a scarecrow
Bare-boned bought up all the booty
Smothered in blushing soot dodgin' moody
We're hoppin' on one foot, laughing, cruelly
Seems to be the way it is,
I'm sorry Trudy

Windows of Song (2009)

Dowery of yellowing wallpaper
Chirping as it rips.
Red as ashamed,
maleable and bruised,

Tossed loose in a cauldron of clueless endeavours
We claim,
Careless ties of amnesty,
Uncorked tampered myths,
the air we breath,
Bounce along the hare decieves,
No symphony in the land of hesitancy,
In self-cleaning portraits
of nestling tenants
A gold-dust contraceptive,
the dimorphism of pheasants,
Rest a contortionist's sword,
strung in Cupid's bow,
a flailing patriarchal bulls-eye,
make-shift mistle-toe.
Your mother is tedious,
Your father exact.
Your father is tedious.
In eyes of Zeus flies a
stork with a cat.

Bluenose

Ravage the food and fruity wine
thrown your way

And your home will smell lovely
and of pine

There's no time;
to tamper with the damp and heavy fabric,

The cloth of life.

It's fibers are sopping, tiring

Making your bow,
like raindrops on a stormy deck

Believe
words are sure and certainly
fierce,

They are as steady as the waves she breaks
as she sets out on her plotted course

and opens her sails to the wind, gracefully

Petals

Hooked on the flower
at unnecessary hours
longing to be
it's nectar sweet yet sour

Delighted, I shall cower
Whence came the Dark Tower
the Childe must speak!
definition without power

Beneath the spokes,
the whistle sound broke,
rolling through smoke
missing the stroke;
of the ocean.

The trip flying the crawl of the crypt

Revolving one tool to make way for room,
Timing space,

Zooming away on your broom
To the eve of atomic lace

As you mark its latticework bath
And swerve the question
A bulb to light a wonder and laughter path
Wander to join the gang without congestion

Swear to Be
When you get there you can see
(What was thought to be only heard, a shepperd’s steely woolen herd guided by a nightingale bird )
You won’t miss being here
Once the world is lit up
For all to peer

The black light too has open powers
Leaking drips of indigo’s lovely ink
Their olden milky ways forever soured
The Grapevine
Span lays in links

Draping the grasp of knighted eels
When we kneel
Worn forms of frothy patterns ascend up and out, forever purged
By all beings, a glowing halo now illuminates
Swinging hinge of perennial silver voids
All odium of abominates with nullifying idyll pastes,

Emerged
that which is graceful, freely swimming in a puddle of goodwill, dissolve with a sweet and salty kiss, a blessing on timeless gates
molten shades of a labyrinth amazes
a prediction of benediction
the hearth ignition, Birth of the phoenix

Stargaze burning into the marshes melting fizz
Gone distinguished limitations generously adorned doves
Shooting up, loves a star bullet fix
Into Omega's veins, a storing of fuzzy buzzing snores

Going in further, vibrating through a tapestry of nature’s zibeline

A moratorium on the hourglass of the father of time
Shavings of mercury rain down as his scythe brushes his beard away
Ebony's pitch-black song as far out as the ear can hear
I can see orion’s atrium is not so far away

Nebula Screen

Vestibular Nebula in a Roving Reflection Oven around Time:

Spinning fertile vessel of knots of nothing projecting a vertiginous spherical everything...

The Silver-screen

Gazing at this silver-screen,
wondering why 

I gave away my money
to do so,

Staring into this

mirror

Can I ever really look past myself?

My train

My train went over the horizon, the pen fell from my hand.
I turned to face the clock; it displayed nearly double dozen.
I sighed.

Looking over the walls, I squinted; blasted by the hospital walls.
Mind and eyes played tricks, as usual.
I rose to adjust the lighting and settled into the dimness.
My wind a zephyr, I continued into the adjacent room to fetch some poison.
Taking a whiff; it was satisfactory.

Back at the desk, I began again!-
when an urgency overtook me, body clenched,
I got up to be relieved.

There was no time, on the way I let it phase into my head:

" the answer is the question
the question is the problem
the problem is answering with a question"

Washing up, I nodded simply at the silver pool,
barely recognizable but still;
ever-focused.

A mink in a Sheperdless Herd

lovely tummy
protected blubber and flubber
funny yoke-filled and runny
smooth as buttons that

gel your pants
enchanting every seamstress
enchanting satin kiss

skin like lucky stars in twinkle
an ever-present wave of simmering
glimmering embers and creamy vanilla lava clashing
Eyes risk the blooming lotuses of thick and blotchy ocean depth
Nature’s abstract arc, jetting into a nebula
reflecting beams of tranquility,
dream-like moisture, welling in reservoirs of elegance
you pierce through dams of absence
spilling this way and that
fountains of tidal whirls

vines of channeled power flow
a pebble skips loosely off a lilypad’s faceless guise
a ripple, expelling a surging dissapation
dissolving a cloudy shroud
of obtuse abuse of reality’s inner
working’s.

A knitted pane of conceptualized ideals, shattered
an unbonded sealant of fulfilling self-discovery embedded in a
chain of instantaneous gratification.

A mink in a shepherdless herd.

Sunscreen

icons are limp and temporary
here’s the answer
to the only query
life’s a bitch hold and parry
believe
and
there’s beliefs to bury


follow me in a hurry to
crawl n’ see you
work and spin a flurry
animation
where the mirror breathes
and the babies teethe

trees grow in constant flow
in eggshells there germinates a seed
love
forevers
all you have
clever enough to take that bath
this is now

never knew how
to
sever the strap-on tethers

time is fine when
cerebellum eyes blind,
weathered weeds and damp reeds
the sky lies only for good reason,
trust its view in cynics shoes

the squishy cosmic whole’s in you

Realities a passing glance
fantasize another’s chance

Hold contempt and make it dance
forgetting only sweet romance
crippled by dimples you wish it were simple

plain as can be, nomadic singularity
Always franticly respecting semantics
calculating a place to sleep
rejuvenate friends to keep

echoing rainbows depict
the sound of idea that
a voice once blew
throwing a knock at door of time
a rock ricocheting against universes window
a weeping black widow
-ed woman
spinning the world-wide web

hell’s for mondays
right-and-wrong, sing-song for fun glaze
soluble cuticles restless in
bio-nuclear cubicles
Binary and hairy
alleviation canary
get carried away

Coppertone

I puke pitch turn off the light switch
They're parking two-wide, rude lies taking space
Malaise contagion invade and brutally persuade a convention
I'll make confession, you're waiting for the yuletide, mute vibe crying shame

Enslaved by foolish lessons
The direction of the molds controlled by deception, jingle the goal and design by correction
Inflect the in-depth, infect and squelch breath, An abscess,
Digress to suggest reflection...?
Southern in the mutter gutter,
I'm contesting pests, jousting and fencing mouses like the Other brother, the lover undercover
Scum lord

I carry a book and a book of matches
They hold the bolt and i smack 'em with the ratchet
Hand a handkerchief to swipe the blood off and drop it on the caskets
A thank-you past-due for incapacitating the masses

Make no mistake, I congratulate your gadgets, psi-fi tangents
Slideshow rodeo abide-by antics
Granted, I'm frantic from the panic
Iceberg slaughter, Midas-touch banter,
Sigmund Potter,
With calligraphy tax earned romantic
but i'm mildly semi-pedantic
So i relax down and re-position the mag-lift of my tragic

Now with story magic, pretty pictures and bright little passages
Breeds pacified mule syndrome
and horny little masochists
Just another way to say the same fucking thing
After this, I'll write the way to freedom where i'd rather be
It's him, it's her, it's you it's me

I'd sooner start over making honey as a bumblebee,
Say i should start making money and i stumble on a cobblestone
Mumble and moan, hobble home
Too scared of the sun so you took a loan to douse yourself in Coppertone