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change the bitter root
in formula goth roof top
spindle toed fish eyed pisces.
that branch that hungover forever
no ashtray and a cigar
radio birds talk in laughing tones
the burn is up creaks
the postulation over bent
you're on fire; but the weed
dropped on the carpet.
now we're high on cat hair
someone's whistling the perch
as this sea is acumulation
of large statues and Japanese hearses
the peak season.
sorrow wasn't mentioned
as you hit the highlights,
come after midnight
when the wolf howls to
teenage darkness
with the manager of the freak

Shadows

quick shake of hands in balance

triple dream of a fox karma

twist into fiber-optic ropes

with that squirel lung.

dreams of the elemtal shadows

liking the texture of moon rays.

will power silences ultra blue

as the taker smiles twice.

written in fluctuation

between a truth anachronism

bound to hell and bound.

try to fix that bongo mystery

solo over Eden.

the pilot of castle shore

when a bird chewed panoramas

the nickle as hindu prayer,

that next ice

peering through the veil

in an ecstacy trance

staring at the plaster

coat of ribald hair sectioning.

are you going?

orbit bone rotundo taker
woman of the scoff treks
you were at her with nails
and that beast melted
into clay pots and ashtrays

ashen lord now skytrain diamond
the trinity takes your fire
walking no more amongst silver tongues
you couldn't wait for
the priestess of desire to couple the energy
of celebration in ice and drinks

"no tooth" became a filler
over picks on the radio scan
pulpit of waves
devour clear light through nostrils
and in remembering
it's a throw back laughter
and hip durations

the urn stands in sunlight
a part of you shines there too.
"un yun" dear one "un yun"

Sacred Path

sword of the warrior on the way to bhikku,
cutting venoms out of deep green demon eyes.
as control is the guest of poison hearts
each portion is cradled like the guest of anger
spotted in your window, no buzzard roost
but with scatological hungers.

Dawnings of supple physical source,
the beat seriously louder than the pit.
trumpets herold your spirit's winter
the appeasement of accusors justifying
flesh as captor of sympathies close to
the fog and mind in a sigh over a magic.

mind once free there's drama's worm hole
into which we leave the denison's of Hades clutter
evil action, black smoke and impurity
that intoxicant sift through the night

Om Maranatha

in your kind averting eye
you catch my fear manifesting
a hill below a high mountain
the incidental sacrifice
as a trembling before loud judgement

kernal of a crime's flash
seeing depths of gross flesh
in currant time the passing
of worlds before

vast mystery; the catching
in words tossed fresh
from confusions of the
eternal opening
in a God eye

the love then cloaked in
passages of purity
no one ignored
a secret revealed
out of form's containment
of spirit

Pure Land of my Heart

culture of the sutra teachings
great gift sower in purest fields
cutting what's manifest in ignorance
we learn the handing down
through the centuries teaching

no one will be left one day hence
all compassion, all love.
we are to be taken home
to a happiness of divine favor

an unending darkness
will be removed by the light

O kind heart benevolence
to see this done by divine love
we shall hold flowers
for the king of heaven
home where we set out to
arrive so many ages ago

Blood Cast Shadows

the vast ocean of kindness
out of its quiet compassion
with prayers divided from evils
in the often desire and creed's
manifestation claiming what's been stolen.
read into map that
soaked in blood caste shadow
on the Buddha
the plateau weeps in its torn flesh
and crush of beauty's golden spirit.
the chld of this darkness is quick to see
out of the night the blade-wheel
will devour the false propaganda of evil
fall to a scattered waste
no language burns without
the oppresser
refuge prayer be consolation
and origin return be future
karma of that high plateau
so sacred

Fire on the Water

in quiet skies the heat is waving,
a new one for what is ocean.
the step off the rung
opens the murmur and universes
open parrallel to love.

serious dragon of the moon
the orient is its intense silence
full of the dawn in its manifestation

the cairn meadow of a last devotion
decision instrument to devise
the head of it holds angels as on pins.
oasis in space
as night sets its sojourn in time
and the bell tells it all,
the meditation did come as it would.

Star Hawk

Star Hawk:
White plummage
of universal dream.
Claiming the action to rid
darkness prey from its essence.
Song in cries soaring
compassion amongst the demonic
existence down in our hearts.
No meaning look cast
over grey atmospheres.
The purpose guide of love
Even the low, being prey
look at heaven to assuage
its fear, the threat an awakening,
a birth.
The chance colliding a million essences
Will the Star Hawk defeat
darkness from invading light,
along rivers to the sea?
The wilderness cries for sanctuary
The key in a sigh from the young,
of compassion reaching through
That dark night of fear and abandonement

An Ocean of Spirit

the fish emerges in moonlight
capsule of knowledge in
tastes of heaven.
inward I crawl to openings
in the universe
we try connection
desire mounts a golden calf
and Moloch denies too much
in a blast to be free
the shadow from brilliance
the coupling of standing firm
not one, not two
negation zen hear glow
climb of chakra spine
seven chances
adrift around the heart
and I plummet into an ocean of spirit
touching the mother
of the universe
bestowing sweet charity
on his heart
the edge is firm to jump
into knowledge never spken
or quiet.

Infinate Joy, Infinate Peace

spirit lark across seeing
the vault is open blue
you see simple peace
as the babel sighs
no day as brilliant an echo
it's time as the spoken faith
drawing favours from the light
how the gold is cast in vision
no message but from grace
such is the fleeting messanger
the pick of the hand becoming
such is the sigh peaceful
we never divide the message
more than infinate joy
infinate peace

does the universe grasp space
as a precious gift
in deep waters floating
in the fanciful air
beasts of a new dawn
the joyful trumpet sounds
and love casts volumes
into the the opaque seas
of an existing

The Succeeding Sun

Rows of burnishd sheaves
All directions of all tongues.
The approach of a stopping
Manifest in its manifestation.
"Alive" is the cry.
No tulmult from kindly sky,
As answers drift through breezes
No fire but the eternal
Human watch the round of earth.
We fight the allowance
In our heads.
Contrry is the covering
Alternate crusted
To the elemental seeds.
Mercury in orbit
The sun succeeds the sky
Arrival of 2000 man
Blend in the skins of hope
We were, we are, we will be
The eye of he sun
Is the penetration of God
All will manifest in it due

Cry of Love

the well spring in my soul
minutely trained by raw psychosis
the abrupt cry of love
as the body temple
creaks and heaves out of
starlit time
in encounters with life
and the balance that
cries for self in contrition
speak "o my heart"
to display no negativity
as the assault of living
cannot harbour all truths
the violence articulates
I am in an awkward destiny
my prayer s that you survive
I am vacuous to death
as the affront is living
I make up my days
and in my pack of lies
a prayer drifts
to "love" is my all and search

Spacing Denial

in a dream I lost you
you who alone can barely
survive the pain
together I could not worship
you like you space denial
in a cup or a vibe
I am a tremor once in a
sorrowfully wronged girl
it doesn't deserve it
to be you
cheated you walk life
in a heartbeat I would be there
but the bones have dried
your heart so wounded
beats as a beholder
of an unbalanced universe
under a canope of heaven
may you suffer no more
peace is like a quiet bird
unscathed further no more
a song of comfort long enduring

Silence

out of the sea did crawl

organisms of the future

be alive thus a flame

the cast off rocks

settling in eternal fates

far from the cage of love

no ice in a pole dripping

the shore has its teacher

telling us divination

nothing left is the story

of the determined desciple

that god would descend

in airs of love

for he too is abundantly loved

and in this heart a true peace

keeps vigil in the expansion

of dear loves devotion

are the shepherds calling?

is mist hanging lazily in the

trance of silence?

Toward the Lamb

motor past the firmament
in a designed comfort
of the interim council
on the location
beyond predestined acrobatics

the mind lives and rots the
society emmisions all weeping
crush the poison trace
no shelter for our essence
the fanfare mecury
undone in its crime

the thinking devil
tripod of misfortune
scattering the infidels
to be praise effect
toward the lamb of peace
in its coat of fever
and the search in which
you never keep the parchment
of silicon trials
defered to the cryptic
faded element

The Calm Heart

in my solace chamber
quiet little creature
spirits in constant
work at the calm heart

you who channelled vague
serpents of a darkness
dissolves in not
a haste to be free
for it is only in that
mindful moment I am

I'll cross heaven
to squeak torment
from holds in my mind
grasping silence
from my being

hidden in a day of shadows
clear is that work
of the light so close inside

Solitude

My solitude is benign
in my heart.
I was innocent
and lacking.
The gift of solace
turns my torments
into cartwheels out of here

I search completion.
My desire is quiet
Humility strikes
no dischord
King of my heart
your gifts are
priceless.

Angel Whisper

inner peace with desire
my words filter through at
the occidental trough
in the shadows negation
of my love harbours
a readiness anger to pounce.
I determined to resist
in the exact essences
of man's sight.
earnest there being peaceful
but to desist to restore love?

the distain is a poor flash
on the needs to a closeness peace
I cannot fulfill the will
of one's suffering.

the darkness may be long
but angels whisper comfort
in my twinkling of sense
may my answer be
an others fulfilment

The Flowing

the saint with hair and

buck skin in groove

no plaster with cake

and crimson in its face

under that effulgence

of pure light,

no time for pop

and his jar is uncorked again.

The saint in touch

bellowing of a wild beast

and the juices running

into that wild night.

you who have this

hard edge

as exstraordinary catch

for in the southwest, wrath got

collected, as sturdy ancestors

the peak of that

lava domain so stuborn

Hermit Monk

there is the saint, out in the street,
names of priests rattle the night
little doubt crosses sentiment.
how talked about, the untidy poisons.
and stained maps of the soul.
time barks through scenarios
and a sign for "oath", flashes "death'
the saint has union
and a cell called the heavens
for a cost you can live and buy it.
for the dead partly know
furious women call their
anger to pipes and jangle
the power is knotted by
earnest prayer.
I haven't met god
the saint has.

That Day Expirery

it was in the case
that I lived
content with the deal
as far as it's hazey reconing
that fat karma
would cast a moment
laterally in its space
into the ear of a mist
and the storm a fault
the wish of this birth
as what a hero does fade
as what is a rotter

we'll colapse the day
and all festive will be
that day of expirey
the desire into scare face
not desired,
no desire in the
"get off the pot!"

unable new balance
to an escape
no mind, no face, no pot.

U.V. Dreams 10

it was earth and life surging
and moving cells coloured map
and sand and love.
so bright a reflection of the sun
astral journey of universes
peering into warmth
the tidy cosiness cosmic
to toast self taught arts
and I burn in creation
at that
no trouble no money
just a flux of iron
in a brittle boat tugged by waves
and in the sun's settlement
I'm not bringing wilderness to care.
floating God
mover of firmaments,
I carry the tax
and a bouquet of day
to this I subtly agree
suffice though "no dice"
in this twinkling judgement.

U.V.Dreams 9

"miles to go" says the sacred Burro

not a divine pony, but angel

we can never stop.

for the palmistry of hot karma

desides the framework of heaven.

no bite but the nourisher in provision

to accept a meager chance

in the attitude of a saint

peaceful heart as a prayer

I'll not stop again,

unless my mind divides oceans.

to aquire beatification of answers

the post is outright marker

and we hold the reign of the "once born"

the solemn view from the humility

of humanity

we are his in a right to aspire

the effect of that domain

of "the light" on earth.

U.V. Dreams 8

as the foggy edged frail mind tissue
unfolds its agreement to
a thin scape hovering in tones
around the quick.
undead are the essence beams
bright lasars on the cruel one
before its allowances of earth.
the bellowing Taurus frame
so no excuse is a favour
the rinde collapsing the body
if you're the foil of windings
the shirk unfolds equilibrium
to snap time as an excuse
too true are wide excursions
in the narrow drain of grace
no trumpet searching air
it's a bird's domain
no fare attracts the passenger
but flight is impossible as the
undying principle accepts the alert
a general time to rocket

U. V. Dreams 7

talking to understand it all
the brush navigates space
you have narrowed the priceless
into a pin.
and ultra violet love lights up
speaking poems to the heart

an overthrow of desire
it crawls through your eye
to lift the lusty intensity
of loving

all succumbing life
you need not fear death's heaven
for the cosmos derives its
back for the craziest burden

pilot of essence
the holy relic has burned
great greeds usurped you
and sacred is the pure morning
of one taste.

U.V. Dreams 6

objective sight, vision all tunnel
borrowed quite shakey
that light you can see
after all.
such a jazzo contrary report
it's a "raggy waltz"
undoing old karmic intentions
the sunlit fusion

in the courtyard where my
cypress will always be
"Thay" you gaurdian spirit
this moment is blessed
and the handlers of mental states
refuse to sway
this strict regime tunnel
no the light's not out
just on a break
but we all must pass through
each his destiney or essence
found in that touching of the earth
one moment; a thousand energies spent

U.V. Dreams 5

and you with your wide white eyes
flipping me on the half full bus
and I said in my heart:
"I'll always love tou"
what's in store?
the Valkytie angels sing there
with golden glows pulsing
it expanding out in what's eternity
smiling;
for you are no absence ever
from these dreams.

I hold fire
up in the rafters poking detals
into features.
you slide across time
with curves and dead ends
mindfully evolving not into
not another sentiment
but a soul full of love
so brim