Posts tagged ‘art’

All I heard was the moon

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No I in me.
Straightened out while the skeleton spun scripture in stone.
All I heard was the moon.
Can’t interpret or understand flow, unless you know
the misty, mystic condensation of clouds;
gravity must be joking, as the sky begins to change.

I spread intuit, breathing electrical words in a vertebrae circle;
concentrating data while I download IT into the system.
Mind erasing, I’m tasting thoughts and smelling what you hear;
like it, like it ravages.
They stole my metal exoskeleton while
I walked out of sunlight into your darker dimension.
Two inches from the granite, I had to grab and grit.
Manage till you stand in your metabolism,
without ‘isms.

Un-limits of my super-conscious melon,
mango squeezes cold silver into gold.
I’m chiseled on the side of the moon.
The star spoke,
and even galaxies empty and crash like car collisions.

Whistling heavy tunes because of piercing wounds,
I tilt and turn soul across the molded earth before IT is one big radioactive hole.
In the underground city,
rat swarms roll downhill like, hold it down and kill or be killed.
The drunken man laughs in the street with beautiful hysteria.

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Amidst a harmony of illusions

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As summers’ in the sky, I patch the ship into shape.
I sneak an escape through the red tape if I have to.
Fast walk the thin glass across the surface, and break free.

Meanwhile, back at mountain’s peak..
I grew up thinking faith was a reason to surrender,
but not a surrender of intelligence when escaping the burden of reason.
Quaking with a harp’s worth of mirth, amidst a harmony of illusions;
ashes cherry to grey when burning away delusions.
The wind flows fire and light.
Typical skill is evident when we hold on too tight.
Time has one rose to grow a’fore the close;
up to when the quotient is left smoking until there’s smithereens, on a surrender bender.

Incredulously stepping into vastness, surrendering to bliss.
The masses hail the artificial.
Treason can be committed against
our own goodwill and nature.
When a being forgets it’s true nature, it acts against life
and the nurturing of life.
I ease into Xanadu; the future is so bright,
it takes intuition to ‘see’ the light.

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