f.Light.en.(chanter).ing

I
Mellophone gladiator takes his pose
polar staff at the ready, full of wind, words, and vibration
His armored skin glistening in autumn air, spring-water cool
sighting the conscious along a note
and shattering empty wind-swept epiphany
Flowing mane locks curl unfurl
Lightning
Rust falls in the city as once again ashes and rust fall from cogs
to call once again the ethereal ingenue

II
Tonality drops and curving peak spike rent asunder
clashing, falling, running – charging towards symphony extraordinary
Twisting this way and thither|zither fight embrace
Pale air creating/casting upon all with nighttime cloaks
Golden pools rise from amongst the scattered stones of mountains
and this swell is eminent

III
Discordant order manifesting
barrage of blackened mind-spires, flee
and then turn
Programming and destroying programming and programming and destroying programming
until nothing is left but this aperture of incidence
Skilled fingers this minstrel uses to unabashedly haunt and love,
filling you and all with this noise that we call Agape
Flight fancy and facet – pure light light light
vibrating humming moving fingers over threads of wonder
the Enchanter has won the world with this magic

Multi-facet, razor-edged gem not of jewelry
why do you look forward to this horrid dark?
What have you to forget?
Not a word has been uttered on your behalf
not a thought wasted…why do you haunt this place now?
Cryptic messages in a cove of green
a natural platform – you continue this gift if misunderstanding and words with veiled definition
I want to see your scars
I want to look upon your self-inflicted wounds
these pink lines of misunderstanding and suffered loneliness
to run my fingers along the damaged flowers of this blooming countenance
Verdant unfolding over my eyelids and engulfing my perception with beaming grim

[found art] – Regret

Note: This was found buried deep in the utility closet of my apartment. I don’t know who the author is, and I don’t recognize the writing. It’s probably lyrics to a song that I will never listen to, but its amazing. Enjoy.

But now its all over
I do admit I’m
sad it hurts real bad
But I can’t sweat that
cuz I loved a hoe

Moldavite

This glass falls from space
A genetic memory carries on by the generations before
Light shines forth putting vision into capstone – rent asunder
Elfin silence, empty air
Gift give – of inspiration – by the unlikely candidate
as a balm for the missing parts of my mind – cooling and pure
This elusive moment escaping my grasp, a locked door to me with no keyhole
I can’t slip between the cracks of reality into this realm – it won’t let me
I can’t flatten myself as a sheet of fine rice paper to enter this wonder
Moving all around me as the light wraps the inside with glorious wonderment
lifting the heavy growth of blindness and jungle naivety
The warmth of a womb suspended beside this life . this bubble . this lightning.
with eyes locked for this everlasting moment

The Trees Are Sleeping

This tired blanket has steeped its way into my muscles
massaging out any hope for true rest, more restless illusions
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Another round of VR tacklebox ahead of me as my windows close and this attic goes dark
the robot is at rest – the wind-up, tick-tock, clockwork grinds no more
Silence draped around the edges of all surfaces, muffled and grey
so softly these tiny muses come dancing along into the inside tunnel
trying to find a cubby-hole to hide in, to grow in – a muse motel
Come one and all and partake!
Have at it! Just leave enough for everyone.

7-11-07 11:11 GMT

Behind my eyes, before my eyes, inside my eyes, through my eyes
this one note – rising, fleet of foot and full beyond compare
This one thread binding me to the quicksilver pool of life
A bird matches the glimmering strand and weaves its tapestry
Soul becomes engulfed and longer is I
is We is Us
All