for what lies there

orbit into a new moment
remain in glowing brightness
passing time as solemness breaks participation
into articulate crystals of expressions; how they deny

all this is as unquestionable as the deterioration of moral judgement
matters not what we feel

hypocritical speech elements
decays not our inner curiosities
and within these traders of lies and deception bury
a deep resentment for beauty, rhythm, and eternal sustenance

at each commencement of every new degeneration
an Atomic Dawn breaks the silent calm; Molecular Hang embalms
an already everlasting flaw
betray not my insatiable desires
needless to wonder a place
reason or time for what lies there awaits us

3 p's [part V]

clones or drones
stem cells or what sells

these are but weighty debates
of the so-called neo-knowledge populace

fossil fuel is not the answer
although discounted, we begin to piece together
the picture of policy-makers honing their daggers
foot-dragging and arresting the process

how they forgive themselves against the rest of us
reflect resolute in rhetorical emphases
polished, precise + perpetual thoughts

3 p's [part IV]

you're fission so inexplicable
you're season wrought in moments
your cymbals, crash and ride
your congenial formation cements

she pauses to relish
a bright side like galathea scooping abyssal depths

half lives mimicking of loser posers tripping the realm of rock fusion
promises of redemption in the after-life
blowing pan-pipes, busking on streets unlike anything ever
while others markedly mobile
we are tritons trapped and riddled for demolition

how eyes and suckers
walking a carnivorous path pumping fossils these drone societies
are at war

transjordan

when mount hermon sends melting dew
four thousand years spun farms and trades
solomon son of david knew
of transjordan charm in future crusades

how could he have not fallen prey?
lawrence did offer refuse
conflicting agendas would nor dare say
he had been bought as he had been, ..to their abuse

philadelphia as ancient is sung
west before palestine, here romans astray
selling out, letting off so young
pleasing all masters, refugees from the right-way

3 p's [part III]

a body of H2O
just the size of Colorado, or Idaho
in a manner of speaking
mere mention would allure tension
mere attention would invite aggression

how could it be so?
what's the hurry?
just speak for your ego
what's more scary,
the war or the hero?

as we perceive clones
so shall it perceive us
if we notice deformity
our observance shall be the first

troops of inferior deities

why do you starve success and curse wisdom, my lord?
you seem funny admirably so
you lead us, so you are enlightened
as to all pitfalls of those lowly worshippers, we leave them be
but, we still need to know...
surely we have no precedence
but, how is it that we are immortal but still inferior?
we see our emblems glorified
in the eternal flames of temple galleries, ministries, industries that overtake most
far superior and bright
surely we are beyond your wrath
so we wish to seek the secrets to all successes and wisdoms
so as to safely shield and defend them
jewels so sacred
my lord, we are ever-enlightened
your ever-beneficient servants

3 p's [part II]

you're vision of psychedelic peace
you're reason for the kingdom
your symbol so regal, eerily static
your denial deprives her freedom

she ceases to flourish
flapping valves like wings of aquatic garden butterflies

atomic decay of the rare Devonian monoplacophora
catalysts of a phenomenal concussion
time and again treading deserts like dizzying cowboys
while others seemingly sessile
like strange chitons strapped + girdled and left vulnerable

where they must perish
visceral mass like sprawled naked bodies of helpless concubines
linger on

georgia

beneath the blue light of a clear summer sun
a place where they went when i stayed behind
a perfect portrait
true lines are jagged
slowly my eyes
moving smoothly through lies
forms sharpened in my mind a picture of truth, simple and kind

and though you remain true and through within paintings of time
forever remembering lines as it flows
so simply such beauty
flower that belong
to deserts of song

as bones move us expressing
while frozen between the rocks
the skies beneath Taos
will bear our paradox
walled within this mindless chaos

U is F

unsteadfast is fickle
crafty deceiver
double-dealing at the middle this natural backstabber...
her soul mates are shifty and wild, those carnal defiles
filthy and vile, any style, docile
fast mover, scarlet woman
genuflector
earthy
brazen
are fornications E.C.S.?
what conversations do i need to ask?
who's crashin' at your crib tonight?
which dirt is spreading scum and blight?
of all the evil-fashioned contamination
could there be another mucky, greed-plagued vision?
voracious microbes, the civic bugs nibble away in morbid pig pens they call "ivory tower"
like huns on a blot rounder, swingin' hammers till everything founders
humanity corroded, identities washed away
who enabled the auto-eraser?