trigger on my mind

Been reading
on the ways I can connect

Topical and deep
I could question
Why wouldn't I?
Why don't you?

Think of it like this
you are an amoeba
in life's sea
you don't know any more
than the nearest amoeba
yet you/we think we know and figure this
whole realm out.
such follishness
no religion
no depth of knowing on man's part
could ever begin to figure this

I'm telling you it's ugly, sad, cruel,
magnificent, beautiful, excitable,
majickal, illustrious
all the grammatical errors
speeeeling mishaps
and what you thought you were
and nothing you've ever
considered
because and cause cuz
life is enjoying this moment
taking it all in
each and every moment

i don't proclaim to get is all the time
or even a fration htereof
but I know
you know
If you let it.

just let it.

Naughty or Nice?

I'm searching for a title
something to launch from
I just came across the history
of St. Nicholas.
Did you know about Knecht Ruprecht?
One of St. Nick's accomplices.
Upon arriving at the doorstep
he would summon the children to the door
where they would have to perform
tricks or dance and entertain him.
if they failed at doing so or
their crimes over the past year
justified so
they would be beaten or
put into Ruprecht's sack and
taken away to his home in
the Black Forest.
Such violence.
Conversely, if they were good or
they performed well enough for
Ruprecht they would be given gifts and treats.
Saint Nicholas was a giving man
to people in their darkest hour
he would find them in the night and
deliver gold
the pawnbrokers are protected by him
children, sailors too
Supossedly he is responsible for
the destruction of the temple of Artemis
Some say that Nicholas' Feast Day is
to overshadow Diana's birthday of the same day.
We come from violence
We are controlled by the threat of violence
We love to see violence
(I certainly don't speak for all on this)

Tangential Travel By Thought

Log in.
Lock on.
My sidewinder is growling.
"Kilo Mike Alpha, Do you copy?"
Cruising at angels 30
I want to engage
Just waiting for Hotel to copy

"Maintain angels 30 and disengage".
"What the Fuck, this enemy is clearly violating my airspace!"

Fuck it, I'm going full guns
I'm within range and taking this shot.

A blaze of irradiated shells
pierce their canopy and frame
disintegrating it's integrity in
about 100 rounds per second.

Awash in adrenaline
I am an ace in the hole
I'll put a spear right down
your last turbine
You'll be spewing JP5
down your nose
YO'll be gasping for your last breath
if I'm on patrol

Well, if that wasn't
the biggest load of tripe
Yeah here I am
typing my keys
finding the words to give
into my ascent into
what I do not care to know
what I do not even have the
capability to grasp
For here we are
we are here people
we are here
we are now
not later
not then
And I'd like to know
how this all merges
how we can throw our characters into
space and wait for an answer
an answer
like a SETI post
not defunct
but waiting
patiently and biding my time
with art and artifice
with flotsam and that shore shit
that washes on your sandy beaches
from centuries before

Blues.
I don't know how I got here.
Tangential travels of
clicks and scrolls
Like the seers before
beware the day
you stop fighting the
desire to just give in.

beware

And just then, like the hurried
ending to a meandering interlude
a stranger taps me on the shoulder
and asks the way to Denton and Foster.

I respond, "There's Church Street over to the
left and up the hill. it's a climb but you should find
what you're looking for there."

That was the last time I saw that
nomad.

Bypass The Artery, We're Going Straight For The Heart

Maybe it's not good to
change music midstream in thought
Ah yes, back to the romantic
back to the heart
Being gentle is a good thing
and silence is golden
My words, my letters typed
are the only verbalization
from my being

I remember lying on my hood
looking up at the great dome
and wondering
pondering what this all
really was/is

We live these lives
what is it?
What are we, really?
Aside from driven by the corporeal sense
the spirit is what I am talking about.
Who, What, When, Where, Why?
I am looking for answers in
the response a stranger gives me on a street
the fortune cookie that I open
the amulet which sways from from my mirror
If she is looking at me
there are things afoot
When she turn her back, so to speak,
She is calm with my decisions

I'm always looking at the subleties
for messages

Contradiction

Light and soft
that's where the comparisons lie

Hot pain from a hot, lit torch
to an ice in Arctic shores.

To a new love
hopeful and sewn

to finding loving letters
Not written to home.

I'd like to take this time

That was the last time I
ever thought I'd ever say ever

While you are here
can I let you know
I love you
THis is not a sign of weakness
Though we might be trained

There's a lot out there
dumbing you down
making you forlorn
and suspecting of the other man
And woman

Don't let it get to you
let the love within
let yourself give in
It might be a inkling
it may be a speck
It might be hoover dam
(Well then, this not for you then)
I want you to know we are here and
we are all here to move forward
in all that we instinctivey know
to give in all the day-to-day moments

I love you all....I really do.

Caught up in my moment

Granted Access
I'm In.
There's a Jungle here
The major has entered the corrugated
metal bunker
Silently approaching each of us as we lie
in our bunks
We dream of monster truck rallies
pregnant girlfriends
and winning this fucking war of attrition

And as I lay down on the gas
through that thick forest
with its humps and barrels
we rolled on
rolled on to a crimson horizon

back in that bunk I lie
with the yelling revelry in my ear
in my soul
we are a men changed
for what?
To become
what we as boys
dreamt of.
Killing machines
In the good of survival
of our machines
that spread like a forest fire
across the brush

Can you see that green, golden land?
brush washing in the wind
lions licking their lips of their
last fighting prey
Sun
it is risen high in the sky
parched
and alive

march with you
my savior
lead me to you
I am with you
There is a lot of living to be had
here and after.

ciao xoxxoxxo

Title

noose lossened
loose verbs froth from his
wordy lips
the way they part
the lost syllables
the lost species
the lost portion
that grew inside me

I heard once that it can enter through you
in and by all the stoma that you contain
you are plant
you are man
you are fish

And like the sea you will roll
under heaven's weight
and hell's gravity