temple sets

the gallery was fine
open aired and ancient
the work was clean
colorful and innocent
beauty fell with the rain
the crooked trees
basalt stones
stepped and cut, linked and bound
a craftsman skill on a high spirit mound
a love like radiance filtered through the sky
as families and lovers held hands
i strolled and missed my home
i strolled and witnessed green
i strolled and prayed for life
which fits in no social scene.

ghosts in their machines

spirits rise through this morning calm block
a blogged world with freedom flying past at times.

insufferable inspired

through the century
through the sociosphere
in the wisdom
pill box tears

see the bubble rise
watch them pop
where bird is a word
than life's as light a feather.

top story

a missile fired by space aliens took out a section a leading advertisement company today in seoul south korea. war has not been declared, many saying this was simply a random/ accidental
scenario with no political or social implications whatsoever.

commodities

recylce your comments
through limited language
an image bank
with fluid meaning in misinformation

po is co

po is co-ordinated
refined and pure
a gnostic space for growth
a wealth that defies this gridded space
a magnetic force throughout the world
he can watch my poor child grow fine clean and pure
to give to take to show to learn and glow.

lilac sportive

lilac sportive
dancing air bubbles
wheat elephant interstate roadworks
mountain lights and glistening rivers
me the waterfall, the stringent telephoto
"just got in on the banana boat, got born only yesterday"
so great when your stupidter.

snap silence

snap silence from kimosabe sauce bac home
as new aquantences are out dating jokers or clones
who have a way
deceit can fathom
i sit and walk, smoke and talk
paint and bathe, drink and shave
like a dipstick with no oil
and no drive to find a world
a gentle and active hand can offer

le falto angel dulc de la montana su tounge del dragon
ye serendad silenciosa

they video the digital

spooks with nothing better to do
no terror stations to man
or wars to comprehend
or suffering to aid
they video the digital
to manipulate the men they want
leaving power out to dry
sure takes some bullshit coming your way.

crushes on monks

my crushes on monks
turn me inside out
as some seem to float
and some devout
one in a station
with such chiseled bones
i wanted to know
how enlightenment felt
through the hilltop stones
through courses and trials and life
can they have foreign friends
who don't know how to talk to strangers?

fear plagues

sitting alone
fear in me like stone
with no choice but to take part
in a social world with little heart
and no peace to share
unless it's closed
and in a sphere that no-one knows
no idea how to be a man
a father, a liver, or an economic powerhouse
no idea how to stay away
from politics and it's deceitful ways
i wish to dwell
back home in love and life and swells.

cucumbers and soju

cucumbers and soju
feet in the stream
lost identity cards
life is such a waterfall

mode change

as i glance back over
the instant noodles of the past months
the effortless motion
seems to have dissapeared
the expression has declined
the quality has gone
as thoughts have been raided
by the polluted skies of sales
as my bachelor company
seems wasted and forlorn
as modes change to sketches
paintings and reflexes
as my blindness becomes apparent
blind splashes etched in acid granite
soft petals fall everyday

natural grace

i was walking through this place
with the natural grace
that takes me everywhere
but connection can remind
and phone calls are blind
both set to remind
that life is long when your lonely

yet time is such a beautiful thing
so i take it and make it
build and destroy it
with an open heart
courageous stumbles
and low tone mumbles
nights ahead to forge
images of emotion
freedom and need
a curse?
a guide?
a way to deal with social lies?
some more drops to come i feel
as skylines beckon through magnetic fields.

abstract choices for the selector

beware the world
when it tells you what you want to hear
as sales staff and life
can't go hand in hand

time is beautiful
so take it and use it
reflect it so all souls can see it
as the only talk worth hearing is clean
pure and relaxed
natural and giving
like talk should be

"everybody's talking and no-one says a word" john lennon

heat flares

a break, a rest
from the leveled dialogue
a time to stretch
and gaze and dream
think of things that could have been
regret can play no part in a republic
so i'll be happy i have no way
her way must be reserved
for those who treat with pragmatic gloves
and know more about females
can talk and walk and buy and lie
and not just do like a working guy.

wrong focus

an unkind life
can lead to a wrong focus
so forget the past
and breathe the insanity
of a mind tree
forged by lacrosse
and a steel energy
forged by purpose

civil engineer jokers

some joker on the street of seoul
with something grand to offer
checking on the travelling water
grin smeared like take-out gin
another jokerman who couldn't see reason
if it didn't have money wrapped around its' balls
all he got was mirrors
all he heard was a crazy human
just like this place for words
the valued books are like the real love
all in my mind.

countless idle threats for blind flash

countless idle threats
leave me half a man
regrouped with signs
and outsourced by motion
a human alone in such a beautiful ocean
idols line the road side
my heart feels too much

blind flash me
see the sky
while paracetamol stalls in nanjing
sing my songs

i thought it would lead me to the place i'd last been
eclectic noise from those i've met.

ripped pants

cords and not the apparel
for self righteous climbs
and volumed spirals
vege chips are crisp
in fresh air valleys
soaking through my skin
it breaks my heart to know what that means
absolutely nothing
while the books i read just clean out my mind
'one love i don't need another love'

enveloped heat

circulating the air
my walk in here
through enveloped heat
through bitter tears
past shrines and paths
roads and thorns
past laughs from cars
and things i've drawn

interlaced harmony
requires some scorn
i figure

diamonds in mind

diamond in mind
cut from glory
centuries from coal
through disputes
and a sharp crystal crush
transparent
freeing excellence effects society.

their smiles on screen

the two magic ones
grinning on my screen
a crisp and silent dream
their voices i long to hear
their hair i long to brush
their hugs are inside my mind

the world in the eyes of their butterfly eyes
without my honest calm that can't guide them from harm.

universe of discourse

dialogue and amber leaves
stone inverse cones
death of martyrs
rush rush rush
shoot speed = kill light
where's some authenticity?

plastic arts are too strong

expecting silence ...
hoping for understanding
receiving misinterpretation
thorny words?
my way?
no value?