Tag Archives: #mind

THE SLEEPING PROSTITUTE OF TIME

Within the tapestry of life
goes the Mind:
the rest of flesh and bone
remain cat-like;
a sleeping prostitute
of time.

And within heaven all of the
interesting people are missing,
or so says Nietzsche.

But within hell most everyone
says the intersection of Canal
& Mott Streets in Manhattan are
a killer.

And a chorus of drunks fooled
by numbness and unencumbered

by care drown out the naked lunch
of fear and rejection.

That’s the mind singing, you
know.

So few sensuous souls and
so many meaty mannequins!

:: 04-07-2018 ::


EXILED

I have become the exiled
in sleep i have become
not the disappeared
but one who shrinks into
a height of awareness.

An awareness as sharp as
fractured obsidian.

And within the silky-touch
moments of suffering inner
journeys my soul rejects
all coherent reason –
leave!

Exiled consciousness slips
from subjectivity into a
gaping eternal void
of abstract form; The First
Land where numbers, thoughts,
and intangibles are born
and return to rest when over-
used.

And tonight as in all previous
nights it is sleep which has
exiled me from body.

To shrink into pure consciousness.

Freedom.

:: 04-02-2018 ::


WHEN WISHING WINDS WIN

wishing i knew.
i know nothing
but know
that i am
wishing this
something we
all know.

it with no name
but confines us
to the four walls
of this wishing
room of madness.

i sometimes know
this something
but it’s bigness
is larger than
all life.

And at this moment
of knowing what
it is that we all
are wishing i know
its beauty is more.

so wishing is more
than what we can
ever have when
wishing is something
bigger than us.

:: 09-15-2017 ::


THE SINCEREST LIAR

MY mind (because it taught me) loves me

Who minds when lies are sugar coated

Within all my ruin it called me lovely

I never begged for mercy when my face

turned blue

because the most sincerest liar is the

\mind/
+

Laughing with a straight jacket on

for dinner as a bug within my ear

said it all;  no one has a choice

but to accept free will so we all

sing along, “oh eh oh eh where’d

I ever go wrong?”

:: 08-20-2017 ::


WELCOME MY GHOSTS

THAT I have tried and succeeded is only in great measure

That you have been there with all my fears and displeasure.

Holding my cramped heart and swollen hands is how you have

Saved both my mind and spirit – the soul; still intact down

By the emptying rivers that lead to unexpected consequences.

And to weep while watching the death of a perfect day and to

Realize that birth was only half that day ago is sobering:

We watch each other’s eyes while laying on our sides and

Breathing in cadence I tell you that I am a fortunate peasant

And you the Queen who has welcomed by Ghosts.

:: 07-12-2017 ::


PERCEPTION

P E R C E P T I O N is …

a

M I R R O R.

:: 01-30-2017 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XC THE ART W(h)OR(e)LD

SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.

:: ~~ ::


HUMAN TIME IS BRIEF

THERE is only one moment
we can live within
and it is called
NOW
the empirical number
of no value!
With arms as wide
as winds and words
that whisper whens
between the spaces
one square foot mired
twisting time’s froth
and we all fall within
each footstep towards
eternity the deepest lap
of enormous mindless
distinction of no one
every knows!

:: 10262015 ::


A PRISON CALLED MIND

IT won’t be long before they cut you down
you can run on for a long time until
they cut you down . . .

with all good & gracious news
have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — it’s the saddest story

languish in a dark cell
chunks of masonry fall
stealing any sleep you have
is a long-time never been
where dreams evaporate quietly
an easy place to blow up all
your problems and so easy to break
down inside of yourself

i am the halo around an angel
called My Sweetest Death
i am the core of all i know
i am that i am more
i am so happy with the Divine Presence
the source of all my rewards

have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — the saddest story
a prison called MIND

:: 09-04-2015 ::


THE HEIGHT IS LOWER THAN ANTS

i stood so high upon a ledge of life saw ants so below
i said i’m so taller than you dove dive! dove dive!
i’m so literally night and day in between i love
me and say what should i do
i caught my cat before he dove across the fence
i’m a dove dive i’m a love hive and my cat loves
me too – hate myself i’m so wrong that i’m
so strong i’m well my brother died every
night called me on spectral phone i cried
said i caught you too i love yourself better
than me — what should i do? i’m so high
upon a ledge of life and somewhere i have
heard this before; just a dream of deceased
visitors loving me –leave time like weather
changes like God who fed
all our souls mutton and i know it’s wrong
what should i do?
i won’t complain
i’m just a visitor
feeling pain/

:: 09-02-2015 ::