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Moon (Photo credit: shahbasharat)
some people
always some people
the warmongers will be with us always
some people
like death and destruction
killing of innocents
“they blowed up good! they blowed up real good!”
well, hey! you know what?
you wanna keep your warring ways
and blow shit up
keep it to yourselves
find a neutral ground
fuck
go to the Moon or Mars if you have to
but leave us “innocent” peace loving folks alone
Zen…… (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)
that something
the feeling that you have turned
a corner
a new page
a new leaf
a feeling of arrival
but it’s still the same world
same people
same problems and worries
but you
you see it through different eyes
like the blueprints of some great plan
you had no idea
was unfolding
for you
that something
when the doors all open your way
at your command
in anticipation
not because
you are in no hurry
it’s just that the Universe
now anticipates
your arrival
and that is the Zen
of what you mean
and who you’re meant to be
your True Self
Screw Holder: Second attempt (Photo credit: wizard23)
The turn of the Screwed
chewed and distillated
spent on dime bag dreams
and empty beer cans
to everything
there is a season
but not in my back yard
not having it
tell the neighbors
over fence posts
Oh! We don’t do that any more
it’s texts and tweets
and updates floated on a place
called CyberSpace
just LOOK!
at everyone ignoring everyone
looking so important
just waiting to be discovered
little do they know
little do they know that
every spider ever manufactured
in a Tin Burton Dream
is just as qualified to climb the Golden Ladder
climbing
status
give me MY space
and I will write all over it
and listen for the empty echo of applause\
BUY MY NEW BOOK
Rotisserie chicken that has been peeled, from Costco. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
vindication
profanity
not redeemable
for cash
twist ‘n’ turn on a eucharist rotisserie
feel the lapping flames
blasphemer
cogito ergo sum
give me a smile
and smack me on the ass, coach
look at me, dad
i’m on the team
in the dark places
strange fungi sprout wings of old
and fly among the fly and hip
damn that short term memory loss
been smokin’ like a freight train
drop out
drop in
just don’t pay attention
it’s all just lemming dreams
the woman gave me to eat
and i did eat
yes i did
you got a problem with that?
never never never
underestimate
the Spirit will carry
and carry on
it is not the Spirit’s toil
spirits do not toil
they dance like the lick of the flame
and flicker
as you would have them flicker
never mind the prop-a-ganda
we have physics to distract us
and scrabble
and keno
what’s the real Issue?
never mind
trapped animals (Photo credit: adm)
the known associates are scattered
to the four winds
to the four winds
eating dumpster donuts in the ruins
washed ashore
unwashed unshorn
there’s a season to gather the stoned together
there’s no reason to give one little goddamn
there’s an answer to but one question
where the Hell is Hamsterdam?
washed ashore
unwashed unshorn
washed ashore
unwashed unshorn
the known associates are gathered
at the four corners
at the four corners
beating drums to bring the sky down
cast aside
the habit died
there’s a season to gather the stoned together
there’s no reason to look for what you can’t find
there’s a question you should be asking
and the answer’s never mind!
cast aside
the habit died
cast aside
the habit died
the known associates are gathered
*never underestimate the resourcefulness of ordinary people
English: Centenary House – North Street This houses the Leeds Society for Deaf & Blind People. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
the hum of postmodern civilization is no lullaby
it is the hornets’ nest that gives you no rest
and the hum
and the hum
and the hum
screens and cameras and phones and drones
vomiting their messages all over the senses
and the hum
the sounds of tires on wet and busy roads
is it any wonder we go deaf and blind?
and the hum?
search babylon (Photo credit: Terry Freedman)
a wasteland of memes
and broken dreams
no longer moth like
like this
like that
trolling for dollars
a wasteland of Broken Heroes
dreamer’s nightmare, sinner’s woes
tower of Babylon
fiasco
in plain sight
extracting soul’s memories
on display
for all with morbid curiosity
programming tweaked
to torture weary souls
games
requests
look at me
look at me
AT(G)P
03.02.20..13
Nostrils before (Photo credit: jeffandmandyg)
i slighted a crystalline entity, that is my crime…
The Eye in the Pyramid as represented by The Great Seal of the United States on a dollar bill (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
First, this poem is partially inspired by reading The Illuminatus! Trilogy by
Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea. It is a short, metaphysical ramble
of a poem. I hope you enjoy it!
prayers
entreaties
recanted confessions
made in haste
laid to waste
morsel for Yog Sototh
foolish belief
that He had any mercy
or Love
to begin with
agnewpickens 