and most cant except the empirical

"Drink this wine
look this black mirror
to see the face and fate or your future love"

"oh dear
all you fortune tellers are the same
its so unfortunate..."

Tharshing around in the Absentce of Light

Aw Dealing with the blind again
what trite imaginary
you have pontificated more then needs be on such a thing

if you feel so, then perhaps you dont see why I would
speak more of the beatings in dark.
that you live in.

Pale Wings and Sharp Teeth

Young birds migrate with wispers
of what a sharks mind imagines
about them
the unhealth and projection
that keeps him a hungry
sleepless beast

post modern verse

Young birds migrate wispers
Imagine the mind of a shark
About them
The projection and unhealth
He is still hungry
Veterinary sleepless

Cloaked Eyes

Lovers blind lovers when lovers watch what they love
they trick and steal and rob and hack hearts with attacks
of tears and fits and comparison
because comparing things in comparison is what
we have done to see what it is to be and
the what we love and what to desire to make us
unhappy

post modern verse

The blind love of a lover when love is the love?
They steal a trick, a heart attack or hack robbery
Compared with the fit and tears
For comparison, to compare what
And it has continued to see what
Desires, and we love what we do and the
Unfortunately

made unable to judge with out others

The blind lead the blind
and compare themselves to what they imagine
this keeps them from seeing in front of them
and lead by the blind

post modern verse

The blind lead the blind
You think they compare with
Since the person in front of this
And, led by the blind

In Dedication the the Enimies of Reason

"look women i get it you feel god
but in no way does that mean you know god
so there is no god"

" you and your imperialism... how hath you no empathy"

"perhaps its that im so intrusively empathetic i had to learn a way
to desensitize the pain of it"

post modern dialog

"If I feel God's women get it
The way, know the meaning of God
not because of God, "

"You and Your imperialist ... how scary is not sympathetic."

"Perhaps such is intrusively and learn how I had to empathically Leave
"Insensitive to the pain of it

king of an unknown kingdom

walk walk walk
sleep eat
roar
sleep

dont wonder off alone lion
their lying when they speak of more

Even in healthy means a glutton exist

To be human is to know the imagination of more
when all is nothing, this is like wind in a gape
and we indulge overtly
but once what was there
is know blown away
we try twice more in weight to fill
but we must learn to enjoy the cool air

post modern verse

When at all everything which knows many imaginative powers
human there is no as for, like this wind
when it is to open the mouth largely plain you age,
how you thought,
but you know one time,
but you blow and are thrown

And why all the differnce makes it the same

The cats eat the fish
the fire eats the air
the water eats the filth
and the selfish are
starving


post modern verse

As for the cat
the fire
the water
impureness impureness
the fish
which eats the air
where selfish is eaten is hungry eating,

Virgin birth of the Angel named Repression

Crooked unhealthy ones
crawling around tormented
why dont you just build a gold suit
your nude like children
learn to describe yourself
with what is on you
not what you are.

The Devouring Man

these precious faces are to be swallowed
by the hard working appetite of those
willing to feast on the thin line between
divine man and animal ape
the meek shall inherit a meek world

post modern verse

To swallow, has a face value of these
These hard-working appetite
Be treated in a thin line between
Monkeys, humans and animals of God
The world shall inherit the meek meek

Shadows are what light does not expose

what is to make a face pronounce such
pensive agony
you have chosen your nudity
you have chosen a world with out decor
you have chosen the length of your hair
did you though
happen to choose
that black shadow
strewn behind your face
casting slightly above you

post modern verse

Look to pronounce it?
Pensive anguish
Nude chose their
Decorations from the world and select your
Selected the length of your hair
But you have to
Happen choose
The shadow
Scattered in the back of your face
Slightly higher than the casting

The Human Condition

Oh yea i forgot to tell you
this is what I do...

something perfect and beautiful exist
and I think, oh I could do that, I could do better

and then I notice everything is fucked up
and there is big empty hole in it
and i awkwardly pretend its not my fault

post modern verse

I forgot to tell me Oh yea
This is what I ...

There are beautiful and perfect
And I, I Oh, I think it is good

Then, what a mess that all notifications
There is a big empty hole
I will not pretend to be because of my embarrassment

The Portrait of Anxiety as a Cat

Wait what
how did i
is this
uh
well shit now im a weird cat
ok i can deal with this
Im not even sure if I am a cat
or like a rabbit pig
its fine, im still me
these things will change
you know
like all things

post modern verse

Shall wait
Of how
This is
Well
Now the cat is funny shit
You can deal with it OK
If a cat, and I do not know
Such as pig and rabbit
Its fine, im still ME
These changes will be
You know
Like all

The Garden of Minds Game

Young man, you have grown these fruits
please eat them
do not be ashamed, you toiled, and worked in the dirty earth.
they are yours
and if you choose to listen to advice from one who has no right to give it
share these fruits with those around you
even if you hate them
share them
you can grow more
it is only fruit
it is only work
and what bears fruit
is that which is nurtured

post modern verse

A young man has grown fruit such
Please eat.
, Worked on the ground to be ashamed and dirty struggle.
What is your
To listen and give people a right to choose if and advice
On around you, to share the results of these
Even if you do not like them
Share them
You can grow more
Only fruit
This is the job of
And bear fruit
It is training

Spring Peacocks Flood the Bar

In pours the spring
trees leaves green with envy
of a sexual energy
and colours caress eyes
upon eyes upon eyes
with light beers
and warm nights
wrapping up in
fumbling steam
of mistakes
even flowers themselves
stand erect

The monotony of language

"You know young lady, in Norse myth,
the way that man received the gift of poetry,
goes as, oden, in the form of hawk feed
the gift to his son, the god regurgitated it to him,
and some spilt down to man, and thats why
not all man can be poets..."

"So your saying poets are covered in god's puke??!
Disgusting no wonder your such a fowl mouthed bunch!"

Epitaph of Tender Tom Tears

the tender pervert Tom Tears
peaked behind plants
of bloom and good and hurt
a child beaten to death with
vehement sensitivity
please save me
he would say
i feel too much
and then i feel too little
then the wake of repressions rise
he stands behind a flowering tree
whipping the one he fucks and
not understanding why its not love
and that he is only nude in a mirror of distorting.

The Egotistical Synapse

Cross the bridge dont burn it
who do you think you are?
because you have some obscured
interchangeable knowledge
all of the worlds beauty
lays bellow your connections
typical man
to act like
such a baby

A Letter to Gutenberg from Mother Nature

Im gunna fucking kill you
horrible man
how dare you plague me with consciousness
in the name of disgusting science
I needed no home, i needed no car
I needed not know I
And now I cant stop saying it
Just because your aware of a void
does not mean we all should be.

post modern verse

Im gunna fucking kill you Bad guy I dare to plague the mind? In the name of bad science I, I need a house do not need the car I need to know not And now I cannot say Avast Note that you disable it

Because You take Life in Your Mind

Because too why
When guts get spilt too quick its messy and sad. the person who cleans them up,
you know, some one you have a relationship with. they resent it.

contradictorily

If your too slow and spill your guts in a seppuku vain
its slow and you feel it tearing your self apart for what
seems eternity.

And if you just leave them in there in the dark
vile pit in there, they deteriorate and your alone.

we need a new relationship with surgery.

post modern verse

This is also why
The sad and dirty quickly when obtaining the milk and guts. That away for them,
As you know, have some relationship to either. They resent it.

Contradiction

Slow and your courage to commit suicide waste spill
When you slow it, otherwise, feel that self-tearing
Like forever.

If, in the darkness is to keep it
Bad pit where they are only getting worse.

Requires a new relationship with the surgery.

a place for blame

Dad dad dad dad dad
let me take all your shit
all your freedom
im sleepy
im hungry
im shitty
i dont want to do that
but your in charge ok
your in charge of my care
then ill grow up and learn to care
this was your choice to have a child
to blame your problems on

post modern verse

Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad
Shit, all the main knock
The freedom of all
Im sleepy
Im hungry
Im stupid
I dont want
Is in charge of [OK] to
In charge of your care
The growth in the disease, learn to care
This is chosen to have a child in your
To blame the problem on

With the hours pass in daylights

How dare you trick me from my cave
all your colours and promises of warm weather
and now I freeze and am vulnerable to nights hell
stop doing this
to your self me.

post modern verse

Tricks of the main challenges from a cave?
Commitment of all colors and warm weather
Hell, I am now vulnerable to freezing at night
Stop this
Your self-ME.

In Spring Winter Dies

You may only reap what you sow
and this the young men know
so here in spring
they bring with their work
the blooms over the hills
with all their messy tangled vines
cover in thorn.
but the colour they cant help but
adorn.

Post Modern Verse

You sow the seeds of what can be
This is about a young man
Spring is here
They provide jobs
Flowers on the hill
Entangled in a messy all grapes
Are covered in thorns.
, The color of them, how to unable
to not care of Decorate.

The Ages of ships

The ages of man sit together
the youngest to immature to understand
the middle prime with ears closed at heart that just learned freedom
and finnally
the oldest to close to death to teach by hand
too withered to speak aloud

and they sit in oblivion of the paradigm

The Night Horse

Trust not the young women who loves young ponies
for at night, behind black curtains and in a ghost light
who knows how she feels, having a muscled beast
between her fragile thighs

A choice of Monogamy when free to Promisucate

"well you already granted my first too wishes, your topless and here alone
above the city with me..."

"How easily master is pleased when he has no chains bound to his captive,
when I am caged and he is free, is when he asks for me"

"So your like not even going to like get pissed if i dont call you everyday"

"A master is with power, his decision determines what happens"

"Dude thats fucking rad, ill call you tomorrow"

Men angry from looking at men

"woah dude you gunna fucking fly at me in fucking death shell?"

"Ah but from the ocean bottom where shells rest is where the deepest
stationary thoughts of life and envy are thought, so I must to be human"

"dude you totally dont look fucking human flying around hanging out
with snakes and shit... and wait, hold on, your not even fucking flying
you got some fucking guy carrying around your stupid shell !"

"and you waste words to state the obvious!!!"

Animal Migration on the River Sage

Let them ride your back threw the swamp
many are lost and could use your help
but not for if they are a scorpion
for the scorpion stings
because he is a scorpion
he can not help it
and you do not have to help him

For Existance is more then Whats made of it

"I have the physique of greek god and
can play the violin better then the devil himself
and my hair is luxurious like waves of amber
and yet still the sky is grey
always a sad withered grey. "

The Minded Elephant

when all things are perspective only
Its hard to get your footing
and balance
because as a selfish alcoholic baby
you usually think its not good enough

post modern verse

Only the perspective of all things
Hard to get a foothold in the
And balance
This is like a baby for selfish alcoholic
Normally I do not think enough

(todays post is courtesy of my neighbors who let me use there
wireless network!)