Mohammed came to the mountain. There, flaming sword in hand, & bearing a huge book, stood the Angel Gabriel. "Iqraa!" the angel bellowed, voice full of scarey echoes, "read!"
The mountain shook;the book opened, revealing apocalyptic alphabets. Mohammed knew it was probably an obligation to the celestail Book-of-the-Month club to do so; instead, he swore to read the Cliff Notes.
I sit by the river watching
the waves tumble down the waterfall
thats really a dam.I turn my eyes
downstream & see the rocks,thrust
in the way.It all moves around
Sun in the hills Green all around
indian time maybe or pioneer roar.
Home not there.Nobody knows,
nobody cares.The world goes on
I'm not here. Conform, they say
do it my way. What about the
god in me?
of light;that we cannot show.Deniable,
if too bright,feelings we cannot
show, do not know.
-Bill Newhall.
essential cake seeds
melting snowman screams copyright for public transportation
regulated embyonic waterguns flee the scene
greased pans burn red buttercups
overcooked honey & blood vanish in my middle finger
demonic inhaler leads me to the coroner's door.
---~*~---
i have no idea who this jaime is. but *~K seems to be very fond of her stuff.
running quickly out of time
lost in limbo for all his days
in the silent misty grey
in the ocean of stars he goes
flooded by suicidal new age ‘ho's
blonde ambition makes you pout
and baby blues are fading out
muscles weak and icy veins
in the pouring heroin rain
it's weekend from now till then
but don't wear out your mask of sin
sawed off barrels and blackened spoon
you are the fish that left too soon
That's what separates me from the herd.
The hand forgives the cutting edge
for what the hand guides it to do.
The knife has no pleasure in it.
I'm eating my way thru life
they said it couldn;t be done
but here I am in the Palace of Gastronomes
crazy about the flavour!
Moonlight along the blade of a kitchen knife.
It's nostalgic,
like playing the comb & a hundred dollar bill
& calling it the blues.
-John Tranter
No enemies.
everyone is assaulting
no enemies
the strength it takes, the simplest strength
No one is assaulting.
They are hurting,
Everytime they strike me it is a call for help
All of them are lovely children
thinking I am their enemy
I'm no enemy. There is no enemy.
They stab me again
I die once again.
No enemies. no enemies.
We are all in this together
In our lovely march to death, to our completion.
Flowers in the earth spring from my grave.
They have no enemies
Because they haven't fabricated the idea.
they fabricate nothing.
I am now the flowers,
Life is so damn beautiful & everything has such purpose.
And I love everything.
I don't know what an enemy is.
I embrace the earth,the rain, the creatures' bare feet
& I am calm, yielding,
beautiful & free
No more guilt, no more bad, no more good.
Beauty.
-Miah King
his ghost always thinking
secret power to me
I swim in his gorgeous shadow,
a woman of delirious spray
he chants, dressed in petals of summer
surrounded by rain, & pounded by wind
sings, Away,ugly winter
with rock music & poetry.
---~*~---
there,
in Athens, Georgia
where the birds sing sweet,
tho the people seem to have forgotten how to smile
I found a Tree that owns Itself
neither majestic nor ancient,
not exotic, like a bodhi,
not towering, like a redwood,
nor strong as the Yggdrassil,
it had only it's title, & it's leaves.
to own one's self...
Mike Stipe, in that bar where we spoke?
you holding court like a pop stah
what I wanted to ask you,
really
was- can either of us
truly say the same?
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Eat spit Think shit Play, Die swimming, Alone in a blurry dream...
-cp.
~*~