Treasured Haikus

Soft & Pure night
Lying awake in it's cool depths
Rain drops hold love

Alight by moons mass
I'm forever indebted
Humbling of night

Time spills limit
Comparison falls and leaves
Precautions split

Stampeding horse
Even you have stopped to drink
Pure minds nectar

Infinite frames
Refreshed before abandon
This is true life

Flame and flow one
Embellished by negation
Here lies full peace

~*~

Computerized Future

I am a frenzied species
No end to my royal kingdom
Exalted by bandwidth of concaving lux
Dead eyes and stained lungs
Concrete and steel dicotemy
Manufactured imagry
Stung by fluids gasoline
Stuctured by electricity
Void of all simplicity

Future and it's means to breath
Future spelt without the BE
Coming soon as noon retreats
Catelogs craft all we see
Purple poistures bloom reciepts
Conflict costly struggle cheap
Indoctronate cells memories
Mathematic melodies
Dampened down for cryofreeze

Revolutions timely breed
Loses water dies as seed
A cry proceeds as lucid leaves
Damp as icicles dry as reed
As life is lived on passions curve
And science sims what will deserves
While each and all that will to work
Will earn a tune up and a twerk

Don't you see the narrowness?
As a window of our time
To find a stem that sources all
Immancipate the mind, is love so hard to find?
Is faith in such a bind, is all of you refined?
Processed and designed, programmed into time
Through tangents and cosigns
If yous a soul than cruise control
Cease to be an option,unplugging from the matrix
The metropolis indoctrinated, comes toppling

I wonder oh to often if we'll figure love unplugged
Before the drugs of war and worlds and words of untrust
I wonder oh to often if we wish to travel free
Beyond below between, above afar beneath
Reality alludes occurrences pollute
Sleeping at the wheel of a quickly burning fuse
Analysis of mind making Frankenstein of wire
Privacy rebuked for a fiber-optic fire
Number as principal, screenshots as proof
Someone will whisper, we've got something to lose

Encoded Dillution and Mixed Bag of Everything

Let it all be in the way it is, adhere to this, uninsured conflict
What can I solve, I'll switch the level
Fire burns on brick just to heat the metal
Solid is stainless, established, fluid as feeling, ether as ecstasy, gaseous as a killing

In delect in delight I verse my thirst prepared for white
As a god given right I chase the wolves away in night
Crested type wheedle wires tranquil peace leashed desire
As a creator I am willed, as an object I am zilch

Perhaps I point to truth in the dezins of arithmetic
Written lips equipped with this as elemental synthesis
In paying mind to simpleton I'm weary with regret
Sliding slither from the frets while the resonator slept

This is a game of shape, word, symbol & pause
Cold rain and a syndicated spindle of clock
What stays sharp will find it's way unto flat
Obsessions with the skinny grants predominance to fat

My mind is lineated, consciences destiny, ridden with complexity
Finished in trajectory, spinach filtered melodies, saintly gaps
That sect the seas, with all this said I cease to breath
The sprouted seed, and future leaves, and like the sun I do
recede a passing perch, a dying weed

Alive in greed lets face the fact, distribute by dim cataracts
My heart is ache, my push is fade, no charity to save the day
The song replies & I adore to recollect the day before
To introspect our timely needs and roll & flux as space proceeds
to wrap and drench the hand that feeds, a lonely man amongst the free
a closet closed with stolen key, a jury lacking defendee,
a child cheat from rosy cheeks
A mixed up bag of everything.

Many Forms and Shapes of the Moon

Desert Sands Eclipse
The moon forms a lit tongue
That speaks it's soft incandescent
Of powerful struggle moving masses backwards
While it's circumference fuses to transform
Shift and unshape, stretch in ways most abstract
Yet majestic, spiraling timelines with hollow imagery
Enticing the wants of spirits consumed
Swallowed souls through & through
Form the deathly hallowed eyes,  the lips quantum screech

I sense you as a king seated in the sun
A spoke of loves wheel-full spin; moving center
This god awful creation spawns, laying it's hand, drenching unease
A victim, no, a piece, a counter piece

That transfuses tonality and color; It's atmospheric odor glues hearts shawl
Heating degrees during a nights walk; blending hearts spoils unto itself

But the moon, all pervasive steals the sun and refracts it unclean
The culminating higher force, feeds fat in enchantment, than wholly disperses
It is not new when light again comes, highly aware of our comfort it pumps
Horror to edge us into madness. It's center unaltered from flowers withered.

The undead may be moved, tricked

Observant I watch it's crescent all but dissolve

Pearling from the light of distant stars

Waiting in waning and waxing

An enticing robber, with that borrowed light

it's altar decorates the skies height

I pear at the hanging rocks surge and retreat

Entrance me no more

Shift not my ways of living

Entrance me no more

{Phantom Moon))))))

The Mighty Ocean

I am the stream without drop

the flow that never fell into friction

the transparent river, supported by the ripple-less lake

To follow me one must leave, cast away

things of girth, to witness my hollowness

things of beauty, to explore my murkiness

things of pride, to adore my emptiness

things of definition, to plunge my abyss

Without tools of floatation, follow me

Fall into me and be immersed

for from my stream, one will meet the river

whose uproarious urge, draws, like a magnet the mighty ocean

It is in this endless beginning, this endless scope pristine

that can bridge both shores alike

Pan Flute Flow

Boy I swear I cannot manage the eternally savage

That swerve from there bad habits that germ in the addict

I said it seems too see through my eyes catch everything

Back into the eye rus blank papyrus Supplied us...

With a motive and means, I could run out a stream

Do you see what I mean. Oigo ve Oigo Ve

Now check whose got something more to say

To add to the tone turned to monotonous

I could resurrect bones on my fossil disk

Now I'm zoned, uniformed, in a form

Can you pixalate the eye of the storm

Can you stone the spirit who has survived turmoil

I sit with the sticks and I sink in the soil

That had grown grey gravy, Kissed Green Gaia

Sift Down Hit round mixed stiff saliva so that Imma

I'm the illest, I proudly proclaim

Cause earth's fertile turfs have denounced my name

So I stand stone, on the throne of the kings

That speak in a stance something they've yet live

Something so mean I have yet to forgive

Something so mild it's not even a sting

Something so mild it's not even a sting

Something so mild it's not even a sting

Something so mild it's not even a sting

And the pan flute beacons, it calls me out

To reverberate and rain down in a drought

I can't figure out what will poise the bend

Shit

Aint it funny how us meager men

Get to fighting get so frightened

Fire Lightning Washing waves of Peace

Constrict the sore till it tore the lease

Well this ones tossed to breeze

And the other whole piece sanctumed to the sea

I remove the plea, lose my luck of key, not guilty

Of the webs we weave, not guilty of the webs we weave

Of the webs Of the webs.. SO DESINOUS

Did I mention they are an extension

Of the slide show, divine show, I breath, exhale,

Time ticks set sails, did you notice through the whiskey breath, the journey isn't finished yet, the function of the ocean depths is to save the weary sole that lept.... floundered from his seat, into the sea of secrets kept, feeling the frigid, turned black in a minute, back to no limits, no limits, no limits, Forever Steady SINKING