Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

April 17, 2014

GETHEMANE

There ought better be a beacon
on a pacific coast cliff could be
where hope’s light works with a sea horn
where a night light works with a warning
forces & forges the blackest fog & forests

There can be a candle
in a window with enough heat
to fire the hearth
to light one lone solitary stone room
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.”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges

November 16, 2012

Firedance

Filed under: fragments, prose — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 12:25 pm

 

 

“A man can bare himself before others only out of a particular kind of love.

A love which acknowledges, as it were,

that we are all wicked children”

— Ludwig  Wittgenstein

Savagely,

I can dance around a fire.

If the spirits take notice,

If they’re drawn by this sight,

As  we   might  be

lured by the light

of dead stars, already,

If the spirits take notice of

Me at the blaze

My body and face,

(Not at all faking

What I choose  to let loose)

Shiny, and shaking  away my disease,

Let said spirits kindly

sign off on release.

 

October 9, 2012

Setting The Table

Aw heck,  on a lark,

I likely heard a   “Hark,

Hear all this  beck and call”.

There, I see it had hailed from  icy altitudes.

So, when I wised up some, and tried to listen,

At this end, I waited, and while I waited, I understood.

It wasn’t  the explanation,

It was the going  on & on deal,

Passing time,

It was  setting the table,  not the meal.

August 15, 2012

BLOOD SHADOWS OILS FOR LATER

 

In the upper peninsula of Michigan
blustery State Road 2 you must go.
It’s quite common to drive over
deep blood in snow/ dead buck or  doe./
Just as felines must fall & fill gutters
South of there, all over./
deep blood in the snow./
With the people of upper Michigan
it’s quite common  they’ll drag & drape over
& tie up their meat
off the back of their battered trucks
and freight it home to their freezers
for later./

Here in Southwest Florida
on the way to work
it’s uncommon…
(I called out  “Oh My God!”)
it’s uncommon to drive over…
(I killed  an alligator)
I was light on sleep and late for work/
All in a dream’s dread,  in my headlights,
I called out  “Oh my God!”

Still, Later, When I left working, dark and yet dawning
(I had  left It for the taking.  &  It was gone.)
Still were spilled  shadows. most  it was gone.

Lost. home, what would save me?
milk cream & alcohol
Nor Down on my knees
under some Art on a wall;
Oils had spilled on an
empty space clean/
I know this all is from All.
(I called in “oh my god”)

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stains for a dream

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(from 3 yrs ago, true story)

July 20, 2012

still full in caftans

You need to know

You needn’t load these new cameras

It’s less necessary  this new era

I imagine now  new images

ejaculate pointblank to blank pages

Get-sets galore fill gallery folders

I heard Gatling gun wordings

for fun  function as captions

I read that the wind full in caftans

Help to heft up our boulders

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still tho’

March 2, 2012

CAVE WALL PAPER

If it happens  I uncap my pen &

My stainless steel stanley cup &

Pour out diluted, polluted  black.

If it happens

If happenstance stanzas

Jack a  no holding back  &

Jettison  one simpleton’s

Single spaced  symbols;

Crayoning  cave wall paper,

Marring  meaning  of  (my own)

Dislodged  embedded  myths

 

December 2, 2011

Like Consequences, Early.

As rising tides of daylight’s ocean

Slice wide  through the blinds & the shrubs behind the blinds,

The sun,

Regretfilled notions

Upset upon me   1  by  1

Apparitions

July 15, 2011

Coincidence? Synchronicity? “Miracles”, Beauty, even

                       ONE    EXPLANATION
“It’s a popular fact that 90 percent of the brain’s not used and like most  popular facts, it is wrong…
It is used. One of its functions is to make the miraculous seem ordinary, to  turn the unusual into the usual.
Otherwise, human beings, faced with the daily wondrousness of everything,  would go around wearing a stupid grin, saying, “Wow” alot. Part of the brain  exists to stop this from happening. It is very efficient, and can make people  experience boredom in the middle of marvels.”
-Terry Pratchett, writer

July 4, 2011

F I R E W O R K S

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3S7HAvibdvc&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzuYdUAPXxw&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Usb9N2czOO8&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02L2VzgmA8Q&feature=related

 

 

FEEL FREE

 

 

May 29, 2011

Blind Pilgrim (Bound To Be)

…but from here; a boxed baggage bin,

in whatever vessel burning

Point on  into blank, frigid forths.

Andever vexed in yearning.

 

Blind Pilgrims; taxed temporal things

Kinshipbourne, trapped, as my fathers.

Captive on this  course, We’re  bound to be,

Forlorn,  for treks  on farther.

 

 

 

 

 from many years ago, for  Daddy

 

 

“For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers, our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding”           -Bible, 1 Chronicles 29:15

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RKM March 21, 1929-May 29, 1959

For Daddy, Who my hug couldn’t save

RIP

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