weeks of wander

trails left unchecked
obscured by words
revealed by truth
which holds no danger
and comes with understanding.

speculative

outset fragmented with speculative breath
cool winds throat a masked cry for freedom
past like vigorated by prism lined vertex
for all the sources there is is no other coarse

spills and runs

the board lurks hard
breathes so sheer
in the corner laced with fear
i cover its' curves and paint its' splits
with salient shapes never meant to fit

cusps under my nails

cusps under my nails
return to milk their glory
tell their absent story
and glitter in circulation

actions make the beautiful
purify the flesh

they coruscate in moonlight
reflect a liquid soul
promise a life of motion
together they are whole

freetec

latent pilgrimage among sceptic worlds
between their lines and coronas
a receptor screams for absolution
and rejects the final solution

words for the universe

their role is questionable
how can they perform
such a monumental role
where truth is oft torn?

bleak shores call for thought
and energy not caught
or harnessed for use
by those within nought.

placement found lost found dropped

outstretch your position
deny your numerical code
break some narrow mold
churn
vent your spleen and keep your dream

cement oil onn linen

i walk until my legs go
numb tingles from automated motion
drifts and winds circulate the course
halved yet whole
jittery in soul
landscapes and frames
unseasoned works
cement linen to absolve and mark

diatribes

drifting around
coruscating with purity
enveloping grace and chastising the mundane
seeking all and nothing
hoping

brighter than day

when a billion monkeys have eaten their bibles it's all it is for a monk. 5000 years of political experiments bleeds all manners of being. A doer monk stressess simplicity in all, while a dreamer knows that with thought comes responsibility. rebel souls, future days silent glow means an open cage. Catch that wind and let those power flowers bloom, strike and float. Plenty of space in the stratosphere to pop. Satellites can just mimic the signs of love so why buy? why bid? Why sail? just be the guider of the blind, fixer of lights and gardener in your post traumatic cell block. A new work will spell it clear and within it hear all rain down. Invigorate that light fitting with an amber glow and yours will be earth bound beauty not touched by left right polarities or black clad ember stirers. Fade in random, get lost in those woods and envelope through unseen doors in hollow walls, floors and hexagon ceilings. The teak in your entrance will lead you through the woods and out to brighter days than most ever know.

outlined summations

outlines of summations never add up
the truth is too damn hard
the colours are all wrong and the buttons are uneven.
but it's where the good people live.

timebends

when living a truth, a reality fails
timebends motion as it does hope
caught inside a materialist dream
requires drills and ninja type apparrel.

friday

feecome and freedom