Breakthrough

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All credit to Wallpaper Cave for the image.

Mellow thumps the liquid gold, red nectar sealed inside. Houses built on conditioned words, blend truth with every lie. Open mind gives birth to thought which feeds a newborn flame. Whispered heart takes hold and stock, soul breaks flight to give all its truest name. Loose beneath fragile skin drawn around nothing beautiful or new, find changes seeping in as light as bright as grass dripping morning dew.

Sear the neurons open, cut the blindfold off, pry the stale air out them bellows–stardust in every cough. Bridges cross the barricades with axes to the thorns. Never will always find its way to here, while infinity rests and aches and yearns.

Boot to street with compass to the moon, eternity our baleful friend, the journey leads to you so soon.

Purge

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You know where i can get this thing fixed?
All credit to Linus Lindberg for the image.

I wanted to play with the glitter of your soul

so that you could see how bright it sparkled.

I wanted to rip rainbows out of the clouds

so you could appreciate the birth of colors.

I wanted to teach you that anything was possible

so you would chase your dreams however implausible.

I wanted to gift you love until you beamed

and all the pain of life was not so bad as it seemed.

But I did it wrong.

I broke your heart,

in the end,

maybe I should never have tried to start.

Up the Beasties

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All credit for this image to The COER Project and Brian Valeza

Behemoth beasts with eyes of grease-

grinding teeth the size of wyrms,

temporal freeze, oh yes, I please,

disgruntled skunks begin to squirm.

Bathe us in the phase we win

those lessons hard to learn.

Formulary factions

of dirt and pleasant piss,

Ocean faring classes

where pirates never miss.

Bossman beats us with a thump and crack

a Vorpal sword goes snicker snack.

Smoothly ugly oil puddles

pools of liquid venom.

glisten do the rainbow muddles,

and now we can’t forget ‘em.

Broken stacks and backs of paperwork,

bitch boy Brother, you are SUCH a jerk.

Salting wounds with happy goo,

a magic virus, from me to you!

All is love and love is war

drink your pride with a sipping straw.

Cracking noises, leaking sounds,

the weak will win and the wealthy drown.

Jaberwock, my buddy boy,

live again, and make their flesh your toy.

Hail and Thunder where Hope Meets the End

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Hail and rain beat the red off the tin barn roof. Thunder stutters while the salted tears of angels loosed from cream raiments pour onto the ground so much as snow stacked too early for the season. Apocalyptic droplets at the end of days that have run into themselves. Greed piled holiness tramping through the beautiful “could have beens” as the doomed masterpiece of the hopefully broken trod heavily across the land.

Trampled, trampled beneath the weight of heaven collapsing. Soaked, soaked in the dreams of all of those that once knew the direction they sought to follow. We let this happen. We let the monsters in and bred them in our hearts to be beggared, then sold off to the lowest bidder. We let this happen. We set fire to the oceans of life and love until their ashes drifted haphazardly across the ruins of our world. We let this happen. We decried the openness and jubilation at our fingertips to rejoice beneath the sun or moon-clad sky as free creatures wandering the magic that their brethren the stars choose to sparkle upon us. We let this happen. And now we rejoice in the blistering misery of our own defeat.

In the gasps of our failure, we can find ourselves. We are the dust of ancient suns decayed into life. We can reveal our nuclear radiance that would bless the entirety of time with an essence of gratitude and beauty so bright that it would shine into the endless void of the universe as a testament to what grew here. What fought and bled and lost and won and cried and mourned and shared and thrived and moved and wished and laughed and cheered and hoped and dreamed here. The lost will be brought into the welcoming arms of house and home as new families are born of that most primal and powerful light, love. Smile through tears most special ones, we stand at the cusp of all and nothing, let your eyes see the mysteries beyond, glimpse our eternal everything, and all that we had inside of us.

Hold each other close, and whisper your final breaths to those dearest. Our hour of despair and our hour of most compelling beauty comes now.

Hello human.

Last Kiss of the Nighttime Sun

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Isafjordur Sky at Midnight

Acropolis of aged and newly minted blood

stand tall and magick on the sea.

Where stones meet clouds in muddled flesh

a blanket of rolling fjords will be.

The sun shall set at midnight

beneath a hazy dome.

Perpetual twilight,

in this awesome Icelandic home.

Trek

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Wealth I found

past the cracked shoreline

where the temper of the rain

is always less than kind.

Across the grass gone to rot

in fields capped gray

seared to pathetic dust

fed on by insects

and home to spiders.

Beyond the sealed tops of wells

whose water had all soured

from dirt made mud

reeking of sulfur

which fouled the clarity

and the taste.

Against the backdrop

of a melted sun

pouring its soul

into an endless blue

as night shadowed close

to extinguish the light.

Deep in the badlands

mind spinning wildly

sparking against the solitude

a heart caught flame

and in the darkness

exposed the gold

staining each footprint.

Awaken the Statue

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All credit for the image to Conscious Reminder

Etched ink drawn out in scars so colorful and deep they collapse the night around them,
I stare at them, on my arms, on my chest, on my fingers, on my neck,
this collection of reminders I wear to remind me of experiences,
they are my gateway to recall, to the moments that shaped me, that broke and remolded me.

Memories pour across the neurons, a kaleidoscopic whirl of time merging from past to present,
let me bathe inside the warmth of the smiles, the haloed intensity of each saturated moment,
let me wander determinedly into the shadows of loss, the grief, the regrets, the mistakes,
let me step boldly now across the insanity, the passions, the desires, the absences, and the half forgotten faces.

Take me to the sculpting block where all the roads merge to one, where stone is chipped with experience,
where the cracks define the figure and are the map into my soul, the escape route for my heart.
Let me see the tools we used, from tormented days to breathless ecstasy, from fear to love, from madness to peace,
all the fractured chunks on the floor, finally appreciated for the masterful strokes the universe wielded.

Walk me toward this newfound person, chiseled from the inside and the out to become a reality,
able to see and be seen fully without the cloak of mystery that all raw material has.
It took decades, it took patience, it took heartbreak, it took courage, it took honesty, it took determination,
it took error after error, it took forgiveness, it took deliberation, it took choices, it took exhaustion.

It took every painstaking moment, every particle of hope, and every bout of confusion to get to this moment.
Etched ink drawn out in scars, paint that will never be removed on flesh that yearned so desperately for meaning,
reminders of where it all began, and the journey to where I sit today. Grateful for the path,
mindful of what it cost me and those that entered the studio of my life, open to the light the bathes this world,
in love with existence and the chance to shine bright enough that others may find their way out of the dark.





Pandemic Inside/Pandemic Outside

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Cantankerous, walloping headache from hell,
comes driven on words sweeping born from the fell.
If now is the darkness that blocks out the curs,
then drive, devil, drive to blot our their slurs.
With skull thrashing and blood pumping so loud,
it’s hard to think with the internal noise like a crowd-
mocking, bantering, shuttling words,
as feet shuffle and wisdom flies off with the birds.
Never knowing from whence it was born,
scratching echoes from those blissful days we all yearn.
Pandering blasphemous gasps for sweet air come at last,
now that the sound stops and you care for what has come,
gone, and now passed.

Extinguished Rhymes for a Dark Nursery

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Smile.

Tremble, baby, tremble,
come gnattering at my door,
the last I heard the story told
I found myself the whore.
Through dancing devils and despair,
where rainclouds covered black,
we’ll smoke these cigarettes this eve
talk only of the facts.
While vapor mists exfoliate,
come wrapping round my lungs,
tell me, oh, my dearest one,
from where do nightmares come?
In that lingering silence,
where faces seek to fade,
electric will the tension sit,
my question on display.
Clever feelings will run loose
till they gather heads of steam,
together waiting for the rush to burst
rip loose like Satan’s scream.
Forever tick the seconds,
into idly running dust,
I know not why the torment,
but darling, dearest, I just must.
Sincerity is cleanliness,
stops putrid stains from spread,
but Botticelli had more words
from his canvases so dead.
Stoke the embers of your heart,
go on, let the pyre burn,
never is a long time from now
and it currently is your turn.

Learning

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To show a visual representation of the learning process and what it feels like.
Thought cloud, dizzy to be acquiring so much no knowledge at times.

Play often with the boundaries inside you head
before they harden into labyrinthine walls.
Doubt the truth of what you know dear one,
for nothing is ever so simple as it may seem.
When the philosopher writes such common tongue
as “I think therefore I am,” dig deeper into
understanding what is meant. Uncoil the beauty
of knowledge shared and questions expanded.
That uncomfortable pressure inside your brain
is nothing more than the price of admission
to a world of creative and well intended information,
each and every bit, a treasure in its own way.