Thursday, November 7, 2013


why the eyes
signal the back
the skin patch

at dark
do we return
outside the trip
ourselves real
dreaming of puppets

noone to call
a kid with imagination
liquid mind telling the story
or

you do not inhabit
the body in sleep
the body chooses
your exit
switching inside

why surprise
when things missing
reappear

two
life personality
spreading infinite
laughing painting

praise without ego





 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

 
 
still 
 
 
 

Tuesday, October 29, 2013


the lure of fixating abstractions
is freedom from the body
requiring for service of
the metaposition
the apparent need for
elimination of alternatives
and a fixation with objects
upon possession

and yes the ego is an insect
and I am a good reptile
but the unity within me
has to overcome all assumptions
conditions and beliefs

underlying every assumption
is that we are awake
that waking is the alternative
rather than a limitation
of the interface of matter & symbol

and unity only
has to be beheld
to be expressed
that is the tough one
and then what to do








Friday, October 18, 2013






















I am the Word
does not imply meaning
the Truth
the Way
these are the values
of the peoples
the constants
of the Universes
as are you
and I

















Saturday, October 12, 2013



now
fences by capital
140  NSA  profiles
the new currency
is ingenuous
even if possible
through the filter
the jinn

nothings free
even illusory community

but the future
full access
you had in the past
have
now



Sunday, September 29, 2013


the fed and q e
may be just the lever
to keep down unrest
at any cost
even of money

but the new currency
will be digital anyway
or is

passed
we lay like lions
lazing with friends
under trees on rugs
with women
but at night
we are chaired







 


should mind exist
us and others
are the only agreed
media to matter when
in fact its connected everywhere

a predicament

and if they take dna
from the ugliest part of you
they can remake you
to the nail

all this recording of us
foldered in heavy metal
will be the only option
or termination
and we will rush for it

its delights
its fakiry

a matrix of numbers
alternating zero
in eternal purgation
with a plug

thereby gaining some escape












Sunday, September 22, 2013


a paladin Mynster
stopped and bent his mare
a crowd from the street gathered
a piper, a maid
he wrote,

a war between a religion of the rich
versus a code of the strong

I am the fruit man
its of the season
and always ripe
but it cuts to your belly

among of which
pupal suaves
the pizdrool has been pulled up
bred and battered
for a dillon a dollar

because if we don't have the demand
we don't need the servants
as the moment arrives

its a wild's kitten, my dear
jj
a book of nights

the galaxy is within
same as the galaxy without
and your bridge is just a room
and your chair
is rented, licensed
and belted

I labeled it earth
I don't think I was smarterer than
or more knowledgeable
I am more knowledgeable about my own self
which is perhaps the only reliable possibility
of probabilities I've got

typin to the notes of a raga
with forty instruments of percussion
jackoac might have felt that comparison
between the trumpet and the typewriter
the keypad and the flesh
Fkesh

it is the next frontier
biology is absolute
culture is your relative
and a prison
with jeweled windows

step out
there is no odour
step out of what you can
every day

it will exponentiate

do it comfortable
until comfort no longer matters
step out
live

and now so do I
dancer
its a white world
course ridley
made them white






 





 

Sunday, September 15, 2013

compass glass whistlin
sails tight mast aching
seas of waves
a touch within the code
calling you to ground

growth stalk leaf
the animal cant fight
cant write
still whistle tho
skip then gaze
feel hair on the wind
light on the cells
and the streams
in  the last shot
a quantum on break

a rub of english
sight blurred in the south
limbs from the North

heart fast






theres a room where they wont bite you
the insect brain the reptile has you by the throat

reflections you weave from smokes
mirrors you lose at cognition

and the rock rotates
grinding and aiming
for your outside lane
and your pedals move
the bar is broken
you'll never make speed

but try anyway

if not for the straw games
you could lay with the dog

straw and rain