Sunday, November 25, 2012

Church Ladies

Dimming along the senses,
singing a song inaudible, resonating-
in dimensions of no angle, intangible-
sunscapes: where in, eyes fail to widen-
to whatever wide awake is,
exit society, casket entropy,
zombie subspace, beauty of the faceless,
cynical faiths and cyclical wastes,
moons burst as planets break-
to re-arrange: size.. shape.. color,
never really thought of reality- 
as much of a real lover,
the embrace numbs and nurtures-
as much is it hugs and tortures..
diverging from the dirges-
with no words and no verses,

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Rosen Bridge

Pulsating clock paradox,
locked with a vision that skips,
from moment to moment affixed-
abridging current conditions,
as the planet dances and spins-
eating the romance with my shells skin,
akin to a stars birth and burning,
phoenix light beacon,
stream waves out lay-
the motions meaning,
stitching marks on the curvature-
of a dimensions bending,
a mixture of mobius strips
and feedback loops heard as-
clicks, buzzes and whispers,
they muse thought to travel and form
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Power Ballad

Bradbury worries buried deeper than bodied regrets in cemeteries..
sentenced sentience carried in a singularity shaped dimension..
the caretaker of tension, jung perceptions..
knowledge is legend, but understanding is immortality..
the comprehension of compressed energy 
expressed free out of native captivity..
the resolution is unclassified, unresolved..
pixels blotted out,rebirth walled..
phoenix charr,ripple in time..
death of the dark star..
dead time light from rays afar..
dead skin in the palm 
as the planet revolves 
as the mind calms..