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

The Agonizing Dissoulution is Compassions Force

Love is a clear inferno
A white flame at the hearts epicenter
That manifests as different colors
to different persons and cultures
at different time and dimensions
in different states
Even the oldest soul who has seen things vile and putrid
Who has played with thoughts of death and living is conquered

Sometimes my deeper self is discouraged
It sees the predicament of people through the trials one has gone through
The ravaging seas of death and sorrow, the stone calloused indifference, the suppression
They do not see it, they do not understand the magnitude of this simple thing. I write from the womb of my own silence. There are those who I am connected with in consciousness, those thems are you with both stems removed. This attitude of sacrifice and the blending of ones qualities. This hearts center that stretches in from beyond all things. It's creatures... can I not save one from the suffering of loving? I was once blind with this compassion, but I know I cannot speak of it, I place it here and there so I can assimilate it privately later. The innocence of the human spirit has been persecuted & murdered. So strong it strengthens itself in the look of another mountain, another containment, it crosses each canyon as though it had a bleeding urgent message.

Yes.. it's too much but never enough
My time and my energy are devoted towards her/she
She heightens my sense and abilities
The ache in my body and eyes quake
And my sincere sadness extends itself
Like molten lave from the bellows
Speaking like a broken old beggar
I outreach my frail hand with whimpering voice
"In my dreams I see you, In my dreams I see you"
Sick of the torn rags that burden my soul
I throw them in the fire of your sacrifice
The ground melts and again I fall
Into bottomless abyss, you want to destroy me
Well.. I best let go

Poets Congregate on Skype

J: I cant ignore this whore, who thrashes floors of density into my flesh deep
punches of rich thick old blood through the water clarity
J: such a fucken parody i swing my eyes ludicrous and done
M: Blood clotted in the iris, what I think manifests on papyrus
M: With a sensual sense of secret a soft and feminine
M: wishing to resolve individual flaws
J: breeding with festering blackness alive and thriving in vibrational heat. swimming to infest. diving to invest a love of the slimiest
J: stuck in the individual stuck in the individual
M: never stuck in this construct, never taken and forsaken as long as your vibrating
J: chorus
M: but the bottom of the muck is as fair as the heavens, so whats the difference?
J: with owl eyes abrasive blues long and cool legs
M: I sing the blues songs and strum upon a loose peg
J: but children and marching men inside of your psyche will charge at you, taken aback into crack worlds
J: pearls alone, blues on beach chairs, red cramming objects in cavities
M: yellow and lonesome pulled into clarity, the strange sting of sincerity, objects uniform and reshape
J: prisms activate, fellows of castles long ago chime in angelic floats,
J: distant memory clouds the nose with emotional hold, blows and folds
M: sunken in moats a crusted sea grove, old blacks turn and are sent back to the boats
J: coats, take the coats
J: mothers reminisce
M: I remember her as freedom that was suctioned in an instant
M: robes removed
J: trailed off in conveyor belts
J: chicken
J : the females frozen icicle breath purring on me
M: melting me as winter rolls into spring scent
M: wafted from the woman is the innocence
J: in a bottle quiet in dimensions of melodic grandma love
J: away from our pelting energies babies
M: soaked in a bathtub, scrubbed from the skin
M: relaxed to a small extent, calm air is rusted
J: left so vulnerable oh so vulnerable... as suds and flecks brush like the wave of city life
M: the lavender scents eerie like the cities might, But grass lay flat beneath the sitting lights
J: and purring warmth's follow the lighted trail to a boy, and the petals are embroidered within the tender network of hair.
J: subtle goddess lights dance
J: the rosiest warmest love swirls
M: breathing out of containment to the sweat of the world, the angst of new love
J: death is melted into tar infusions
J: no
M: a soggy incinerator of life speak
J: he holds a key with lavender connections so small but stronger mightier than the star he holds true to. patients plays on the radio. flows of the universe are within without doubts
J: soggy spelling
M: writing syllables as the sky translates light..
J: love is in the breeze. float on your stomach with me. touching our souls with sunlight silence. and bobbing flowers. our advanced knowings swooning in silent purpose
M: ether stretches further and farther until embrace is reached cross interstates driven, homes on the hillside, country living
M: the dark screen one reaches out to appraising and nourishing, straining and salivating, loving longing the same
J: the night sky smiles, wielding data of truthful bearing to heart
J: apples you never knew
M: returning stick as transfer to the sap of the cells, embalming aliveness in the still portrait of person
M: showing generosity as a cool pink
J: take my hand, and let the compassion of Christ compel sun and wind as one twisting into waves of stomach thwarting glory to the past
M: in a romance conjunctures as ink in the fine print of news, universally translated in the heart of breeds dying from flourish
J: the joy of smelling a rose, sends me into robust memories bold but non-clingy, lifts me into the lightest cloth. the rose soul braids the biology of my heart. I am she in humble bumble bee acceptance.
M: like its peddles, the rhythm of buzz brought tranquil, only a tepid whisper, a warm water flushed to a prospered posture, plush
J: yet a buzzing shot shoots through me. my brain is dominance, and this dog searches for a bug like him to envelope in and out to touch the endless iris. melting into knees. peas
M: tendons snap and brisk iterates, what is this now flown past figure and formula, let me seek , let me see and rest
J: i pet the statues whom have stepped up in paradoxical fancies, they love the whispers. that gently caress them inside
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J: let me feather into rest as well. hands and feet and fingers and toes in my third eye. pondering them sweetly
J: with lava
M: like yogurt soft, instilled in need of cinnamon
J: gorgeous matt...
J: (bow)
M: from where does a flow so subtle and suiting come ((bow))
J: its comes from your heart
M: yes that was graceful
M: together
J: be proud and blessed... alot of men of earth and women are not connected with it
J: that was beautiful :]]
J: (inlove)
J: haha
M: hehehe twas
M: i resist going back to normalcy

I am that I am

I'm not entertained by all contained
This is how I enter tame
Fissures fusing in my brain
Love & pain without restrain
Did you hear my voice or name
I'm the whisper in the rain
I have no shell, I've wore it out
I have no cloths, I've burned them all
I have no home, to carry doubt
Not even this to point it out
I the one without constrain
The one who sets the soul aflame