Eve
A book of poetry
Brian Schulman
These books are a last desperate attempt to disseminate unfinished work I have been doing to remedy issues that you and your world face. Some have been meticulously demolishing your world for real or perceived gains. I have been trying to untangle this seitsecco and offer a foundation for you and your live and lives to flourish—even if I don’t make it. Someone is using heavy psychological and spiritual warfare tactics and sabotage on me specifically in significant ways that might not be obvious. Thus, I am having difficulty putting my thoughts and works together. But I am releasing these works in progress as I fear it is urgent; and has been for some time…
Table of Contents
Windows
Dolor
Vine’
Coliseum 2
Broken Record (A Love Song)
Girl Rush
What are you listening to?
Thermonuclear Erasure
Fermentation
Found and Lost
Coral Reef (Augriculture)
Wind Tunnel
Earth Pie (Columbia Calling) – 41
Darklight (Standard) - SPQV
Who am I? (Drains to Ocean)
Dogs
Which hole do you fill?
What is Love?
Bowling
Breaking Love (DeAlchemy)
Eat Me
Holy MicroPhone
Charte
Fifteen Minutes
Echoes
Winter Midnight’s Coming
We will be waiting for you…
Universe Pie (The Supermassive Black Hole)
True Love
Umbria (Messiah Pie)
Name that Animal
The Sickness
The Treasure
Hourglass Mirror
Her Shadows
Mark
Orange Rhain (See World)
Robots
Rust
Just Like Heaven
The Flight to Heaven
Sail
Spiritu Maggi
Secret Santa Slave
Stand
The Labyrinth (DNA of the Sun)
The Camera
The Distillery
The Cross-Roads
Saint Luna
The Great Purpose (2)
The Last Song
The Hurricane
Divine Divide/Vagina Sale (Into the Abyss)
Windows
I see and feel through a series of windows that are portals to another place and time
All the things I am and do are portents of a better place and time
A place that it seems only I can see
No matter what happens in this world
Pain pleasure violence death
Even mine
Or a myriad of deaths
That I have to live through
That cloud the windows I see through
Or you would too
But not the real me
At all
Hell or high water
I live somewhere else
Somewhere good
And all my experiences and endeavors speak to that place
Maybe a place that doesn’t exist
Maybe a place that does
Or did
Maybe a place I have to create
Or be martyred for the monument to
That never will exist
Or will
Dolor
Our currency is grief
We exchange tears for love
In a series of minor key crescendos
Salty waves that we ride
Instead of emanating love and light
And sharing with each other
Multiplying it
We bargain ourselves to the highest bidders for value
Not knowing we have it inside ourselves already
In an infinite midnight hourglass vortex mirror clock cycle
We want the clock to strike twelve
Vine’
I can feel the sunlight as I reach toward the sky
I can feel the fresh air above the brush
The ground firmly roots me
And the water flows through me
I am the spring
I endure the falls—to be
I withstand the winters—still free
I am the summer
Then the sea interwines herself around me
Her warmth around my trunk is intoxicating
I forget the sun and the air and the earth and the fresh water
For her lovely sandy brine
And find that I can’t breathe
And then I find
That I cannot see the other trees
I cannot feel the mountains and the sea
I cannot feel my own leaves
For her ocean breeze
Please please me
I find myself pleading
Her twisting I am reading
And for her emptiness I am bleeding
And for the first time am needing
I see the breeze and choose to stop the bleeding
To not need the kneading
And to find again the solid ground
Where I am always found
And leave behind the entwined vine
And my own sight remind
Coliseum 2
Dressed up in red
All the world’s ills
A straw man
A revolving door
A blood keg party
In the name of women
In the name of justice
The orgasmic exultation of a burning man
That everyone agrees to
Golden hair and halo for all
Traded for ire
And blood
For the masses
In a dystopic dance
A grotesque charade
The world a criminal justice snuff comedy
Halo for all
Corrected and redistributed for drainage to ocean
All that’s left is the alcohol
And blood
And vaginal fluid
Broken Record (A Love Song)
Submissiveness and worship
Half people lost without each other
Need unrequited
Possession
Sexual revenge
Power
What we call Love
Girl Rush
The thrill of the prepped cut
The fill in the guaranteed win
The fun in the mud
The joy in the heights
Blown by a bello night
Life’s fabric lipped
Quiltwork cords ripped
Heavenly spheres crushed
Will thrushed
Love cashed
Love smashed
Strategic para-plegic
Noid into the sweet, dark
Stark heart void filled
Heart thrilled
Dem Boys printin money
And vagina
Dem Gurls fintin honey
Turn and burn
And cold, hard cash
Regina and Regis always funny
What? Says lash
Musical figs
Golden wigs
Mealtime fare
Steel and steal
Reel hard care ware
What are you listening to?
Two halves becoming whole
A hundred wines
A million dollars
A crown
A monument
Are they as powerful as a song?
A song of music
A song of poetry
A song of art
A song of architecture
A song of nature
A song of home
A song of labor
A song of augriculture
A song of the sun
Are the spirits and the humours as satisfying as a song?
Tiber
(Danube, Hudson, Yangtze, Indus, Amazon, Nile)
You will live in a great life—in great land. You will have more than you have ever had before. You will have it easier than you ever had it. You will have more free time. You will have freedom. You will write more music. You will build buildings that scrape the sky. You will paint great paintings. You will create beautiful architecture. You will recover great culture. And create even more.
You will be happy. And free.
Then you will slowly destroy everything you built. You’ll become spoiled. You will have everything—and it will not be enough. You will start to fight each other and the institutions that love you—and allow you everything. Your society will collapse on itself. You will blame everyone else. And you will end up in destitution—where you started.
You will be destitute. And empty. Miserable.
Et Tu?
A man caught in the middle
Trying to sew together nations
A planet
A universe
Not playing the part
Like everyone else
In this patchwork
Ms. Ross imprisoned and scandalized
Mr. Revere at the gallows and rusting
Christmas past, present and future
Allegedly shocking
Allegedly robbing
But in truth prisitine pare
Trying to down the vultures
And leeches
As the carion-eaters mounted together an assault for the ages
Trying to protect their booty
And a laborer fell
To save a world
With no ill intent
Or ambition whatsoever
But all anyone is allowed to know is that he crossed the Rubicon
Thermonuclear Erasure
Erase that
In the foggy morn
We will not be found out
Of false imprisonments
You will not be let out
Erase that
In the foggy morn
And torture you and gloat
We will not be found out
Of false imprisonments
You will not be let out
Erase that
In the foggy morn
The world you will not save
We will not become knave
We will not be guilty
We will be the filthy
You will not be born
Fermentation
In the coliseum
Watching our favorite castrations
Chardonnay and cocaine in hand
Our bellies tight with joy
Our chests pointed lustfully
Carbon dioxide rushing out of our mouths agape
In the desert, bustling
With its concrete canvas
And ferrovitreous love
Starved of oxygen
We grow sharp
And cold
Starved of oxygen
We grow lonely
And get high
Starved of oxygen
We imbibe on the pyrnotechnics
And smoke
Our fermentation takes place
We celebrate our pruno
And the livery begins
Found and Lost
A love lost and found
An ancient wisdom
Love
Sex
Freedom
We can finally love
So I hear
I feel fine
But you have to protect your love
My mother says
I know its free
But she says it scarce
And useful
As I hear her lament in the background of the rhythm and beat
Life is fun
Work is good
Love is good
But I keep hearing Mother cement
My feet
Okay Mom
As her spirit inhabits my love
Her darkness tears at me
Is my love fragile
Am I fragile
I need another drink
Or line
Or toke
To stay her
I need another fuck
Just to make sure
You will do
And you
And you
I kind of liked you
And you
Mother says my vagina and bank account are the same
That I cant do it on my own
So I will line up dicks
Bowling pins to me now
And cut them down
And she says that’s half the fun
At first I cried
Then I lied
The void grew while I was sleepwalking in her footsteps
Through the chessmaster’s newsreels
Sound-bytes
And headlines
And I was making a splash too
The chess game is pretty fun
But I thought it would be better
I feel like my mother
Vent and spent
A drink takes care of it
A toke takes care of it
A strategic fuck
A strategic kill
The days start to fly by
And I can’t remember
The joy at 13
And 15
And 17
By 19 I am scared
And powerful
Love is scarce
I am queen
Of something that was already mine
And yours btw
So its bowl more
Ball more
Ball ore
I’m turning into a ball
Mother says that’s his fault
I know better
We all do
I think Mother does too
I see her lying
And I hear her at night crying
But its back to the grind
At first this was a goldmine
Lined up shots
Bowling pins
Matchbooks and kindling
I am getting good at this
The cowgirl at the ok corral
I’ve got the bull by the balls
But my hands are hurting now
My body hurts
My head hurts
So, I just do what Mother says
And pretend it is what it is
I know it well by now
But I check with her every hour
Now I’m raising my own daughters
And cattle
My own blood just food
A shadow of my mother
Is that who I am to her?
First gun at 13
Armory by 21
Now I am Madam status
Meaning I am fat
And saggy
And sterile
Without the secret rendezvous with the bull’s balls at the fertility clinic
I missed my life
Mouthing about it
Killing yours
It turns out we were a pair
Now I happen to notice that you had one too
Before me
A love lost and found
An ancient wisdom
Love
Free
If you pay the right price
And I paid the price
The cost
My life
Your life
The world
My mind
My vagina
My blood
A love lost and found
An ancient wisdom
Sex
Slavery
Darkness
Coral Reef (Augriculture)
The dusty neighborhoods of Lima
The homes hugging the rocks of Cinque Terre
The refineries of Philadelphia lit up at night
The skyscrapers of Hong Kong
Brimming with life
The monuments that dot the planet
Each person a sun of radiating and connecting with the other people
In a myriad of vibrant, multicolored ways
Churches, soccer fields, marketplaces, factories and farms
Streets and byways and railroads and busses and planes
Art, music, film, architecture
Technology, people going a billion places, lights and colors and towers of life tracers of the most awesome trip
A trip through life
Each individual
Massing to the collective
A mandala of individual gold and voluntary associated gold of utmost effective and aesthetic
That could never be made by creed or government
Or god
Dendrites and neurotransmitters in a mind so beautiful
It cannot be devised
It has to occur naturally
Like a coral reef
So complicated it cannot be created top down
This collective and individual gold can only organically develop bottom up
The individual suns constituting the glowing masses
That can so easily be blown away by god or government or tyranny
Even of the masses
The world so beautiful and vibrant
That it need be preserved
Not hammered and shattered by the hammers of either cartel or good intentions
Like a hammer to a coral reef
Coercion inevitably leaves the mind shattered
And cold
And dead
Wind Tunnel
I am pacing through life
Forward
Step by step
As people, places and things blow past me
Two tunnels simultaneous
Going opposite directions
With me at the crux
Every moment
A marketplace around me
And what within?
You partook of the bread
You drank of the wine
And I am a snapshot now
To gauge your life
Of a vibrant youth
Or an old maid
A young buck
An old man
Both lies
Both true
That you missed in the smorgasbord
A vacuum
Life: artificial intelligence
A robotic disassembly line of life
And wasted time
Earth Pie (Columbia Calling) - 41
First strike
London
Rain sans thunder
Plunder Under foot
Calm Capital asunder
Next Hit
Iberia, Paris, Berlin, Roma, Mokva and Eastern Europe
Magic and Light at height
Dizzy Europe
De napoli blight
Next shot
Mining China
Ageless wise for bigger eyes
Getting higher on the myre vice
Wise dynasties to a bowl of rice
Next Bomb
Japan
Hello Kitty; sleep in the city
The temples sucked into Ani
Lys high heel concubine so pretty
Next heel—Mexico cortico
Boot coo and plunder
Chicanamerica chica
Southeast Asia, Africa, Arabia and Down Under
Diamonds to zirconia—Genoa wonder
The beacon kite
India wise a fight
The rainbow sight
Lost for Maya’s clash
Gaia blend’d rend crimson mash
The night watch strike
The deed sea lease
Whirled peas double-dream root
Salty lake lusty moot
Danapple liquer quake
Regress neoclassical degrade
Nursery primates ball
The night bearers’ pall
The black hole light resolve
Choose slight and fight and shake
Can channel release the mated hate
Darklight (Standard) - SPQV
Heavy bass
And fog
Echoes of light and life
Gone by
In the remains of a burgeoning civilization
Feeding off of techno darklight
And anything that ferments
Burning the aedifices to keep warm
The afterglow of a dying civilization
Now a dystopian desert
Consuming whatever is left
All the while feigning a standard
Who am I? (Drains to Ocean)
I pour the potent liquid down my throat
It runs right through me
I fill my vagina with more plastic
It’s never enough
I fill my brand new old house with more and more things
But I still feel lacking
I surround myself with beautiful people
But I still feel alone
I climb the sacred stairs to sacred places
But can’t wait for the next orgasm
I carouse with famous people
With princesses and princes
With rockefellers and trumps
With sages and llamas
But I go home to my own reflection in the mirror
I fool myself for awhile
But I am not fooled anymore
I am the fool
But I am not a fool
I just don’t know
I just don’t know who I am
Decrescendo (snatching auro)
Soundcancelling here
Soundcancelling there
Dynamite here
Dynamite there
Perfect timing
Again and again
Presto
descrescendo
Victimhood Here
Magnanimosity there
Presto
Snatching auro
Dogs
Dogs roam the streets
Hungering with ire
And irony
For any meat they can find
That they don't even need
Joyfully scavenging
Dominating the empty veins
And empty arteries
Of a dead society
Dominating the wires
And airwaves
Saliva and sweat dripping
Lacking any purpose
Filling the hole
Constituting the void
Their purpose found
Their lacks invisible
For a moment
Which hole do you fill?
One eats your life and lifeforce
The other symbolizes it
If you fill one, the other is still open
If you fill the right one, there is peace and quiet
And your life is okay for a little while
What is Love?
Is it our bodies?
Is it our soul?
Is it half?
Is it whole?
Is it the world, material?
Is it the spiritual, etherial?
Is it an element?
Is it a sentiment?
What is sentient?
Is it a paradigm?
Is it a clever rhyme?
Is it perspective
Is it reflective?
Is it energy?
What does matter?
It is deeper than worldy
It is deeper than burly
It is deeper than feeling
It is deeper than kind
It is deeper than breath
It is deeper than mind
It is deeper than self
It is deeper than God
It is in the individual
Before the whole
It is life that beckons
It is the answer to the questions
It is intent
It is rest
It is taught
It is wrought
It is goodness
It is freedom
It is the kingdom
It is something inside
It is a light to find
It reflects inward
It reflects outward
You paint you
You paint your whole world
American Pie
Taste the south in our mouth
This pie is delicious
More ore
Slice this off—south dead
I want more—mess this bed
Taste New York
I can barely control my fork
This pie is delicious
We are notorious—no more new york
More ore—get another fork
Taste Chicago
My car go, gangster
This pie is delicious
This country is a whore—midwest gone
More ore—behest; go west
California dreamin
I am creamin
The golden shore
The west is all thats left—this is power flower
More ore—a golden ocean shower
We’re runnin out
Twist and shout
Lets go left
Hoof cleft—he did it
No more ore--drop—shit it
Bowling
Paint me like every evil around
For every man in town
To bowl me down
To in woman drown
And for every woman
To get off with a blender
And then send her
Off and cummin’
And this innocent man
Send off asail
To inner space
For this cherry race
All leather and rail and lace
Breaking Love (DeAlchemy)
Spike your nose
Eat your nose
Flatten your nose
Fake your nose
Eat Me
Destroy anoint
Destroy to prove a point
Destroy to divert
Destroy to pervert
Destroy to live
Destroy envive
Holy MicroPhone
Let’s sacrifice Him for money, sex and power. We have the manpower. We already have the magic that we stole from Him. We will install these cameras and these microphones. These people will control the buggereating. These people and some actresses will control the apparent sexual assault. These people will control the apparent money and race story. These people will control the fake mindreading.
We will gain magic by castrating him in a myriad of ways. Then we will be able to act invisibly to the rest of the world. No one will ever know what is really going on. They will only know what we show them.
Jesus is now a microphone.
We can use this microphone to make tons of money.
We can use this microphone for entertainment.
We can use this microphone for political power.
We can use this microphone to make Him confess.
We can use this microphone to make Him look at fault—and cover our asses.
We can use this microphone to make Him look mentally disabled.
We can use this microphone to make Him look at aggressive or grandiose or self-aggrandizing—or in any way psychologically flawed.
We can use this microphone to make everyone his enemy.
We can use this microphone to add to slavery a podium for all our needs.
We can use this microphone to keep flipping the story on him—over and over again—so that we will look good and He will look bad—and we will be safe--no matter what.
And we can reuse Him next life with the stories we created this life—like the way we created the stories last life for this life.
We will never have to work again.
We will dominate the Dom
(Drop)
Charte
Shart
Fifteen Minutes
You get to be important
You get to be good looking
You get to be a leader
You get to be a gangster
You get to be successful
You get to be grown up
You get to be famous
You get your fifteen minutes
In exchange for the day
Echoes
I am hearing echoes of the past
Right now
Before the damage is done in finality
Like a bad trip
I cringe at their tinny voices and staticky guitars
Crying strings and synths
Moaning voices from under the sea
And already ancient video
Streaming suicide
Vaingloriously
All our old and current best friends
Stuck in 2D
And CD
And tape
And record
Their tenuous wealth in influence
Overlapping their freefall
But they cannot see it
Or believe it
Or act on it
I petition them
I fight them
I cry for them
But they refuse to hear
Winter Midnight’s Coming
Midnight’s coming
When the red soil is full
This dusk into dawn
Having harvested many crescents
Reapers of the heart
The redlight has been glowing
The headlight has been dazzling
Soon the dark meets the light
And splits the painted night
The scrutiny is all in your head
The place where all is dead
And there’s no way out
Or should I say there’s no way you’re going to come clean
Where the snow melts and the sunrise gleams
The deal is done
But your heart is not won
The battle between dark and light
Now the cadaver coughs up blood and air
And asks if you want it you release your hair
This clinical blackwash
Your song for backwash
Your job now a mean
That you claim to be victim of
And you wonder if the truth is seen
With this intricate web you spun
But the eyes of the world don’t see the way you do
Or the way you fear they do
They see what I see
Light and life in all of you
Despite the blood running from your mouths
And the coliseum vampires now rooting for your bain
The dance with the darkness not done
Don’t know if can be undone
Like I once thought
Your forthrightness so legstrong
Your heads so vein
I cant see how your going to avoid the iceberg
I keep throwing you a line
Then a tugboat
Then aliens
But you do not ever go backwards
Just autoreverse
And count on me being the perverse
Or the dark
Or the purse
The Solstice is upside down
And right side up
The winter sun is glimmering
The way your long-awaited friend told you it would come
The life craft is waiting
As you drown it again and again
All the while weaving your blood soaked gowns
And crafting your cone-head beds
Your seafloor chessboard
The form and patterns you chose for lucky
The stepson-wife I am
Cinderblock you hope all clam
Your season and your reason
But Love soon to be born
Your embryonic pub
Your Aborted Love
Navigating the never
Or whatever’s clever
I wish I could touch her, true
And awake her from a dark hue
And her boyfriend too
And her mother and daughter too
But her red is the final thing in my head
And for this you spray that I am politically ended
While you drain the wine and dress me in the vine
Touting revenged shattered spine
I have been toiling in black soil
Undead in a spiked daily bed
While you’ve been instructing hoyle
As I sit at the real game
Clouded and shrouded
Laying down my name
For you
Just so you can grill
And tell me about Jack and Jill
Who I am limping for still
And complain that I am forced to swallow the purple pill
And you hope I end up smoke in the clouds
This is loud
My painkiller is the end of your pain
Your wine is my being tapped and drained
You attack backwards and claw victimhood
While at the tavola I play for your good
On the mesa I pray for your hood too
While you study Machiavelli
And sturdy Kate and Melli bou
You pose and posture
All the pawns and rooks
And the men costume
And hope the bishops and knights take me down
And we altogether drown
Pain and pleasure your angels’ frown
It looks like we’re goin down
Is all you reveal to the almighty crowd
And pretend that you defeated the crown
And that I was just the freakish clown
Our marriage is dead, true
But is love too
I gather all my insides to play the role
Or what turns out to be your whore
Maggie, I am
And Her husband
But I try to bring everybody along
As, truly, you hope I am a gangsters’ blowtorch song
Or the church’s to-be-continued meat
So that these earthly children can eat
And spiritu fangti can feed
We will be waiting for you…
Gawk at Messiah.
Draw your own conclusions.
We will appear.
Heaven on earth.
When things go bad. We’ll be long gone.
And so will you.
Universe Pie (The Supermassive Black Hole)
Look out
A problem here
A problem there
A problem everywhere
A problem where?
Look down
Fill the need
Kill the seed
Gaping bleed
This is me
Look in
I see a hole
A broken soul
A tree lined grassy knoll
We are united, no?
Look around
We all agree
On the need to see
On the need to bleed
Cut down the Trees
Find each other
Hole to hole
We don’t know
But know No
The supermassive black hole
Nothing will grow
Down we will all go
If there are lights
We will choose fight over sight
Sea—bang, bang, bang—relief!
True Love
Fill the void with something shiny
A man or woman
Riches and luxury
Power and control
Change in circumstances
That is our answer
That is our bride
And every day we kill and die
My feelings are what they are
My thoughts are what they are
My circumstances are what they are—or I can change them
These things do not determine me—now I am truly Free
The thing that shines becomes me
Now I determine my circumstances over time
Now I am contented all the time
And more of what I thought I need
If I want it—I seed
Umbria (Messiah Pie)
If we get close to the kingdom
If we get close to the power
If we get close to the glory
We can steal it
And if we cant steal it, we will destroy it
Name that Animal
It is never happy for long
It cannot be satiated
It does not want to create or labor
It uses you in any way it can
It enjoys your pain
It cannot be wrong
It does not love
The Sickness
I need
I bleed
I do not heed
I gore
I whore
I want more
I‘m blind
To find
What’s missing in my mind
Victims united
Together forever
What happens to the world: whatever
The Treasure
The treasure is not something outside of you
It is not things that need to be changed
It is not how others are or are not
The gold is not something you find outside of yourself
The treasure is buried in you
You are the gold
Then, suddenly, the world is malleable gold
Hourglass Mirror
Wake up!
Falling asleep to the sound of the train wheels
Look out your window
The vibrations are putting you to sleep
Do you see the multicolor lights?
Do you see the sun and the moon?
Can you feel the earth?
Do you see the cloud and light art??
Do you see anyone else?
Do you see them really?
Can you see the air?
Can you see the fire?
The water is clear
The earth is a hearth
Do you see god?
Did you know that you are looking in an hourglass mirror?
Her Shadows
Maya
Cast a series of invisible shadows on this man
The only light that shines through this grotesque melee
Darklight
Bent light
Bent images
Twisted reflections
Cast a series of shadows on the world
Love into rape
Creativity into inequality
Radical compassion into retardation
Sociopathy into normalcy
His pure light into a shattered mirror
Driven by desperate and violent and hungry hearts
Projected by Her
And Her dark minions
The shards and shadows now our love
The techno darklight and smoke now our life
The hollowed painted twisted landscape now our Charte
No conscience
No remorse
Only hunger
Mark
What is your mark?
What is your heritage?
Is it nations?
Is it skyscrapers?
Is it industry?
Is it books?
Is it music?
Is it children?
Is it an infrastructure?
Is it a skeleton?
Is it a log of shit?
Orange Rhain (See World)
We are the concrete beneath your feet
We are heat and the snow and sleet
We are the carpenters of this paradise
We are the eyes of these dice
We designed your vagina
We are the juice and this rind
We are the sight in the blind
We are the manifest along beyond the cleaveline
We are the orange rain
We are the tie die brain
We are the meet soul quake
We are the finger hand land o fiery and salty lakes
We are the ark
For our seven flag aqua kar park
We are the brine cologne for your holes and bones
Robots
She seems fickle
She is mysterious
She seems magical
She seems like the holy grail
If you suit her
She will love you
If you fill her program
She will love you
You see her loveliness
You see her baby face
You see her as a flower
She can be the answer to everything
If you suit her
She will love you
If you fill her program
She will love you
But she does not love
She is a program
She is not innocent
She is a warrior
She does not care
She only wants what she wants
She is not real
She is a robot
If you suit her
She will love you
If you fill her program
She will love you
Just press the right buttons
And notice the backlashes
You can’t see her dominance
You can’t see her ruthlessness
You can’t see her utility pattern
Because of your program
You are a robot too
Rust
Our little home
Sapphire blue
And emerald green
An ether amber goldmine
Heart and mind
Sacrificed for satiation
And strip mining orgy
Another Hearth
Another Earth
Mined orange-red
Gold traded for high orifices
Love for lust
Our voids prevail
Ether Red
Rusted
Our jewel pawned
No worries
Follow the Pink
Fire to the forest
Fire to the sea
Next planet
We’ve been here before
Just Like Heaven
She’s right there
She looks so beautiful
I can win her over
I will commit to her
I will give her a home
I will pay for everything
I love her
I want a wife
I want to be happy
I want to feel free
She is young
She is beautiful
She’s everything I need to feel whole
She is the answer
The Flight to Heaven
We can see heaven through a telescope
It is right there
But how do we get there?
Airplanes can only circumnavigate the globe
We need better space travel
We need help from other beings
We need help from god
How do we get from earth to the alpha omega?
It’s hard to imagine in terms of time and space
And three dimensions
It isn’t Newtonian space travel
Or a wormhole
The journey to heaven is within
Then we will find the wormhole
Sail
It’s been a lifetime of hurricane headwinds
I’ve had to learn to supertack
And supertack
And supertack
The only time I’ve had a tailwind
Was when I was being set up for a tidal wave
There were windward capsizes
And leeward capsizes
And I had to keep sailing
The tidal waves have carried my capsized life far from shore
I can see the shore now
Or it’s a mirage
In this ocean desert life
Where I have left behind love
After love
After love
Until the day I die
I was born on the sea
In a hurricane
That never stopped
But neither did I
Spiritu Maggi
A confluence of spirits
A hybrid heart coming through the stereos
Hyper-intelligent
Hedged
Ambivalent
Violent
Alternating between moaning and singing
A lullabye
A death knoll
A massacre
A love song
La la la love you
Secret Santa Slave
The screaming in my brain
The warfare in my head
The torture in my mind
And body
A carniceria
Like my life
A butcher shop
I am the holy cow
For the farmers
For the scavengers
For the gangsters
For the vultures
For the leeches
My mind
My body
My life
Meat
But fake meat
Imprisonments
Invisible
Slavery
Invisible
Every minute
Too much
Death won’t come
Endure
Create what I can
Meditate
Wait
Stand
Is love always nice
Is love always friendly
Is love always soft
Yes
Unless you are one in a million
Then you can take a stand
When you have no baggage
No self
Whatsoever
And
You know pure good like it is your best friend
When you are pure good
And hyperintellect
Then
And only then
Can you take a stand
The Labyrinth (DNA of the Sun)
From the heart
The limbs grow
And the sphere lights
The sun rises
Cut the limbs for firewood
Cut the flowers for opium
Use the smokey light for a rib
The labyrinth remains
The Camera
Video after video
All the best popcorn money can’t buy
They lived in the camera’s eye
Or, actually, some reconfiguration thereof
And lived their whole life watching comedy snuff
To be their lifetime remedy
A media frenzy entity
It came time to make a stand
And pay for all that land
It came time to be a star
A new bible on one hand
But the future seemed too far
And presently precious mar
So the wind they tried to mast
And the fires of the past
This junk was not built to last
So they recycled the honey vast
But were sucked into the camera alas
Trapped in 2D the entire mass
When the time came for their solos
Twas all gangsterism and no-gos
Everybody an alpha
With one beta fish sucking hard
For oxygen underneath the undertow
11:11 he was,
The toil and trouble of earthly purgatory
Finally about to expire
After 6000 years, right on time
But first we must this only fish align
With the scripts and fires of the devils’ light
Forward
Rewind
Stop
Pouring
New finds
Crop
The camera cements
The zirconia black
The actor laments
The Diamond Hope
The truth, light and way are lost in this camera vast
For more saccharine—and its cost—to the future passed
Any possible heroes—biblical indeed
Find themselves spliced
And retreat
Fearing the camera’s fate
Instead buggers ate
One of His jobs, a mirror
So that the universe sees a bit clearer
Mayas moot debate
And our heavy waters’ fate
Imbibe more and more and more
And the villains revel
In this silverscreen temple
An entire world built of celluloid
A haunted hall of mirrors
A castle of glass
Throwing stones at the grave images
And the man trapped behind the tinted glass
Who was truly Word Red
And all assume now is dead
Thus, the end may be near
Keep it rolling for forced cheer
Sucked into the film
And the camera’s shot
All those winter flowers droop
Each soul a bullets dollar
Sacrificing salvation for this fiery collar
The targets both this only earthly alph,
And oneself in this firing circle
So calculated and bright
Trapped in this camera’s false light
Actually, a soul-damning blight
The Distillery
Did I preserve it
That box of pain
Where she danced in neon light
Sex on the beach
And fool’s gold was all I could beseech?
Humours flaunting
A pyrite mine
Blood in my mouth
Blood on the brain
Blood in the rain
Spirits haunting, blind
With all five eyes
Cirrhotic, chaotic, demonic
Insanity remain
My mind, inane
Did I preserve it?
That ship in a bottle
Waiting for me
On a salty orange sea
Refurbished discharge clean
For when I awake
The world a martian venetian fiery lake
Did I preserve it
The universe my playground
The universe my battlefield
The universe my golden girl
The universe my precious pearl?
The Cross-Roads
Suddenly I faded out of consciousness
There was a vague recollection of pill bottles beside my bed
And a woman’s voice—trailing off
It was all black
Then a voice came out of nowhere—
“I am God. I am here to offer you all you want.”
I said, “God?”
The voice said, “Yes.”
“Remember your pain? I can offer you requite. You just have to tell me which you want.”
I thought, ‘Wow, this is wonderful.’
The voice said, “Do you want money”. I can give you that?”
Suddenly all these memories of backbreaking work flew though my mind.
The voice said, “Do you want power?”
Then all these memories of being ordered around by so many flew through my mind.
The voice said, “Do you want glory?”
Then all these memories of being treated badly ran through my mind.
The voice said, “Do you want love?”
I remembered the golden hair that broke my heart.
“Which do you want?” the voice said.
Images of my life flashed before my eyes. I saw myself about to trip over a precipice. My life was hard—but it was worth it. My integrity the voice never mentioned. Then I thought, I won’t ask for something already mine.
“I’ll stand my ground at the center,” I said.
The voice didn’t reply. And light filled my sight. And I drifted into peace.
Saint Luna
Saint Luna
Our Matron
Our Patron
Saint Luna
Our Wife
Our Mistress
Our Seamstress
Our Life
Saint Luna
Holy Calls
Hallowed Halls
Hollow eyes
Fictitious Walls
Saint Luna
Our bedfellow
Our sister
Saint Luna
Our Madam
Our Adam
Saint Luna
Our mind
Our Sine
The Great Purpose (2)
Fill the hole
Fill the toilet
Fill the hole
Fill the toilet
Fill the hole
Fill the toilet
Fill the hole
Fill the toilet
Fill the hole
Fill the toilet
The Last Song
Alone at the bar
Full of people
Losing control of my reeling psyche
Making love to old man
Phone not ringing
Nightstand full of pills
Sleepless night full of voices
Losing my way on the boulevard
Alone at home
Ignored phone by my side
Divorced
Making love to magnum
Losing control of my reeling psyche
A nightstand full of pills
Sleepless night full of voices
Losing my way in the foyer
Welfare flowing through the pipe
The chaotic smoke dreams my reality
Talking to someone not there
On the burnt beach—as the waves start rolling in
The Hurricane
The gusts and torrential pouring of the hurricane
Has aedifices and institutions crumbling
Has governments reeling and tanks rolling
Has books being ripped to shreds
Has swords flying around
Into everyone
Has flags flying around
Draped around everyone
People rushing in avarice and power hunger
People rushing in bloodlust
Castles are being rewarded
Death is being rewarded
Has turntables and guitars and paintbrushes and keyboards and prophets and priests flying around
Their writers playing atonally
Has sculptures and great men crumbling
Has medals and awards slewn on the perpetrators
Has women shrouding men and messiah
Has us all enraptured
Is raining holy hell on humankind
A storm to end all storms
And to end all life
For the few dark minions to scavenge the world
And all of us
Everyone caving
Except one man
And they call him the hurricane
Divine Divide/Vagina Sale (Into the Abyss)
I want another hit
I wanna fly
Of course, my daughter, your father is gone
Give him a taste
Hurting him and flying is intoxicating
The less he becomes, the higher I get
This is ancient and scarce, my daughter
This is knowledge
I can’t stop
My vagina is disappearing
This is who we are, my daughter
This is not going to work out
I sold my vagina, mom
What do I do?
Get what you can while you can, my daughter
That’s what I did
Didn’t you have fun, Dear
