Thursday, January 16, 2014

LAST

Less than One,
Rounded figurines of the doll,
Lessons of the scroll,
The prawn of the prowl.

And she sits likened to The Chi,
The household gods contort.
Thus inspiration be un-ready,
This connection of the noiseless.

Angered by the paint,
The red, the phases of the ink.
Fine ways, the conviction of warfare.
Convicts sisters brokerege of become.

The universe urn,
If there is such a thing,
Of the imagination gone reign,
Then how a depiction of shadowless emotion.

Fire burns in the hearth,
The compact slides down the heights,
Bees do what they must,
And the children of Hydrogen Oxygen.

As Sayings Go

And that is how we voyaged across the
Floating essential element reflected by the sky.
That is how we wondered where day had run dry
And held, kept by human hands.
We wondered for nothing seemed sane
We knew nothing of machinery,
We smiled even to the harshness of the voice
We were like children, AND THEN WE ARRIVED!
After scores had been given goodbyes.
We saw habitations upon the land
And they looked at us askance and sneered,
Some spat and jeered and told us when
To do and what to fuck. They put us in pens.
And wagers of work knew nothing of wage.
Beneath the sun, we remembered the fields
Of youth, where we fed our children and adored our women.
But now we were being told not to think. Tribal
Councils where we sat and communed with the future
Were lost to some of us. And now we were being
Told not to think, to bow our heads we who had
Been kings. Who conquered the wilderness and tamed
The fiends of the forest, the secrets of the wild had been ours.
Beneath the heat we wondered.

But we learned to smile, We learned to speak
The words, they wanted us speachless, we honned our skills and
Studied symbols, we read and ran and fought for all we could,
We grew up strong. And the seasons changed, the old adage,
We grew up tough and yes, even in 2014, even in this day
After the bloody spills, after grown cities sought our hands,
Grew on what we owned, we still hear the asides and took to
Smiles for every now and then voices amongst us would grow
Bold and we would raise up tall. Machinery? Nothing of the sort,
Only cowardice and the misery of ineptitude: things that could
Not be hoped for!

In all actuality

The value of fives
And pokers to take the grain
An activation of participation
Of make-up and shake-downs.

Farther than the reasons of the foal

Case of the constitution, the cream on the cake
The vision of Gaius, the stationery of a goat
Follow me contribution while the day is long
The shimmers down under and refreshment by the pool
The students of the wolf and abilities of little Bess
And do not come close to the mention for heritages
Known to the centuries since right before the histories
Of the page. Professionals prophecy to the outcome
Warriors set out upon a journey for Upanishad:

The Mantra of Medicine

Ra strolled for breakfast and Helios knows a twin
The benefites of tusk upon the mountain at Sinai
That immensity in the waste, the Babels of man
Noiseless penetration, the ranks of Jonathan
Dropping drinks and the intelligentia of essense
Workest thou? Read you an assessment of minds?
A legend and a helmet, God bless his soul.
The hoaxes of the beast and the stirring of Smaug.

Ronin - permission to eat of it

Lukewarm indecision and the curriculum of tanks
Dear shelling of tortoise made for the beach, a bacon of eggs
Back to the see and singing Gorgon haired, the single
Whispering eye. A glaze of sculpture, ready made art
For the works: A gift of the gods and to and fro,
To and fro with all the league. Ink upon the jars depict
Some soldiers to the games. The front and the call:
Savagery of the brawl. Combatants in mail, engineered
Of the Ganges, the ranges, the trek, the sped and mirror
of blackened whites: the mask of the dart, the badness
                                                                                  Of Bars.

The priestess pitches

The ration, venom and the ratio
Futuristic fractures and nostra continuum.
Of sorting smalls, the troll on the bridge
An aspect of the take-off at Aspen.

Voodoo vandals shoo over a spool
Razor sharpness and wires around a face to the stake.

The nation, lessons at space pun
Fissures in the rock, hiss up a steam.
Sugar shorts to the degradation of anime
Less, gore, amnesia and the air syndromes fall.