Slow Light

Entropy in disguise,dead skies-

designed to bind blind eyes.

the cloaking of divine mind.

a stimulation of endless lies.

the sensation unconscious.

a heart pumping oxygen.

gravity slows time by the par second.

hollow globe transparent,holographic.

bodies in mass transit,energy exchange.

celestial traffic,orb enhancements.

utopia coded,the sisyphus ovis complex.

is principia prepensed? discordia sequenced?

society's asylums,random confinements.

so sojourn,quantum,slow burns.

no forms,phantoms of the wormholes.

lost souls,physicals sequestered by visuals.

The Sickness

The antithesis of an illness.filtered laments,

angels vs. demons.death of allegiance,

beasts of the moon cycles.in the midst-

of deadly vice grips.built by sane psychos,

chips in your cell phone.mass control,

they used to lick the paper.the currency-

chirps in through a network.there is no net worth,

when your outsourced from the source and

you can’t search outside your media sets plotted course,

its all mathematics.new age mechanics.rockets in the air-

manifest death.the despots pledge: to leave truths empty chair-

rotting fresh.knowledge escapes from the frame-

like carbons from the breath.the dioxide stains-

the lining of your grey matters flesh.

the pain keeps you honest.

the cure bottled for profit$.

Soul Controller

Mimic me

in sounds I can’t speak,

fractures in faces, rotting physiques,

physics, photons, notions: they leak,

beyond the peaking reach of my seize,

I understand that understanding-

Is like a wave in the majestic sea -

breaching fluid by the moons magnet..

over the nights doled breeze,

Then what carries my use of this soul-

bundled up like a scroll,

etched on an obelisk pole,

the cold cartouche banners like stars,

In the fists of Zeus. Footsteps on mars.

Intertia,gravity,tragedy,drama and farce,

a telegraphed play but who’s in charge..

One Touch Swirl

Bone stick strumming strings of violence

acoustic singing in supreme silence

writing in a dream of darkness

my melancholic conscious

contrived from contracted talents elastic

spitting ramblins of a man off axis

not knowin balance until the ground collapses

eye flashes,I-lashes,when dendrite synapses:

fashioned fluent actions off omniscient ancient passages

penning messages in a bottle cork capped wraped in mapped sorrow

purple wallow sentences and a purpose that

..i don know..

makes me let go sentiments

that id rather borrow

and it dont stop

the clock of tomorrow

dying star locked in the linings

of all thats astral

lookin for the light

and the here after

Rained In

Tracing the wind current

with my pinkie finger licked

drenched.. soaked ..

amidst the heavens heaved torrents

standing.. staring..

at the murk pouring

spinning skies grey

pink and musty

smelling of dry dust

that frames the painting

if you can't see

it seals the salivating

for the sunshine in waiting

in the waning dusk

wading in thoughts

of lush clouds crushed

steeped in that blue lust

perplexed by the luck of wet brows

and rain drop bumps.

Vs

General malaise

dystopian texture

pleasuring the haze

gazed @ the abyss

coined the phrase

days.. minutes..

hours.. seconds..

an oppressing premise

boundless by limits

on the fringes

blank spaces

between the edges

tallying the inches

with no images or digits

deliverance of the head

the death of id’s presence

the collage of innocence

and instincts retribution

a savage marriage of force

and inherent contents

constantly colluding

a brooding montage

unsubmissive

repetitive and cyclic

nihilistic feeling fully conscious

dueling the ever ending psyche

of reality and what might be

The Feed

Prison Planet..stranded..

celluloid cells..made of magnets..

entrapment of sentient senses..

assigned to the masses

a lifetime sentence..

of colonized acquiescence..

a message broadcast..

on behalf of Goldman Sachs..

more robots..more cash..

no “Electric Ant”..a grouping of class..

the network of plugins programmed

over the flat screens glass rubbing..

a touching imaging of the neuro..Pavlov..condition..

the dystopian evolution..the symptoms of a system..

an Orwellian euphemism..the ministry of freedom..

a push button society enslaved to the vision..