Eve - Poetry

  

 

 

 

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