Poezja

Crossed under everything that will never know
Who is the undertow for whom nothing is sewn
Dreams are only for the dreamer as fruit is for the tree
And a sharing is the loneliness glorified
As is all
 
Who are you my love
And why do you ever look at me
Nothing is seen anymore
And its black
Like stars
Stars that are made of neon brew
And shoes landing hard on the ground
Built by who?
 
And now confusion sets in on circus triumph and rambling unpoetic that twists and manifests as thought crimes against the will of the crippled as trees screaming for life and birds running scared against the bleeding orange sky highway calling and lingered unbridled joy on the backs of motorcycles screaming into the silent libraries of yesterday’s dreams written by me for you and disrespect is your claim to fame whoever is made to believe in love is seduced by the weight of your light heart and nothing can come back any sooner than a system made unpredicated by joy nonsensical and depressed like the shadows of past and no one looks and time continues on for the infinity of nothingness to drip by and by through golden shadows and unpressed succumbrence to the willows of tears that weep through drums and chords and chimes and screams into the starry night releasing the ashes of you into the wind from which you came baby scream scream SCREAM!!! And not a fuckin soul will hear you I swear no one to care and you’ll slit your wrists just to make a head turn and they will only say you should have learned I told you so go die as you are not as I would be go to hell and burn
 
A swift slip from the darkest abyss comes racing
Through shadows of indomitable bliss and spirit that is
Resting inside the webs of time and willows of rhyme
Dancing miraculous as the yellow turned orange
And lost
Lost
Lost
 
For there is nowhere to be there is love and a life to throw to the wind
On heroin induced craziness for blood against the wind whispering
Look at this and laugh like the joker’s friend
You are the waste of momentum and I am the same
Projecting like the waking flood of Noah’s arch
Nothing can be done and the past fades into sorrow
For if the needle drips my blood it drips yours too
And joy plastered on a frown by way of money
When all there is to find is love
All there is to find is love
Love
Love
Love
But no one looks at the sharp turn and you see
The weeping song of the trees and the people
And the strangers stop and stare to see me on the ground
And I laugh because it sets me free
From the need to be free
An actor in their play
For the only place that purple can turn slightly less pink and the fading memories resurge again
And I’m back in the place of the dark alley
The wild connections to the midnight sun
The floating happiness running by and the children dancing on the rooftops
Of thoughts that they are running by and by and by and by
Through their fucking drugs run mother fucker and you’ll find nothing
There’s no one to be and nowhere to go
Water in the midst of desert plants crying out loud to the sky for a passing moment of noted hysteria I love you I love you I love you
Cracked
 
By light formulated against the star struck nothingness of tomorrow
 
Who can see the subject of nothingness intellectualized
And made into Indian raga
And sadistic egotism erupting into the pale settlement of color ratcheted against the sun struck meadow
Where are you looking for the sun
And you find nothing more
But look look look look look look until you see nothing more either
For your eyes are burned through and through by reflections from cell phone screens
And just when you think you’re done the torture continues
And validation comes back again and again
With a simple solution that is dealt the demonic literalism of prose and sex
And no one looks any closer for we are dying
So slow
And you will read this and think nothing more than your thoughts
For the raindrop poet and the sea struck siren
Wail only for the woes of their heart and no one can see them anymore
For the rest are dead to them
And they are the thoughts of uninhibited fear
Life is their flocked pursuit that is analyzed into oblivion
Read this and find nothing
The paradigm is false
This sentence is false
You are me and we are not
Peace love and bliss to you
The oxymoron of language