Showing posts with label psychedelic poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psychedelic poetry. Show all posts

Monday, June 17, 2013

Somnolent Caterwauling

A dark, summer night melts the icy moon
With undying, undiscovered memories

From within the heart’s furnace.
Tomorrow’s eternal wick
Glows, golden, beyond reach:

Pinching fingers
Try their hand at cheating.

Phantasmal fantasy
Flicks dandruff shrugs
Off stooped shoulders -

Another galaxy rejoices.
The unbinding grasp

Releases somnolent caterwauling
From the screeching scratch

Of a desolate desert. 

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Abandon to the Mission

A clarion call rang out through the still ocean;
Octaves resonated harmonically in waves,
Rippling out in every direction, singing a melody
Whose harmonies stretched beyond the audible,
Ringing tones through light, calming the constant,
Frenetic action, condensing dew drops of form
Out of pure potential’s cosmic continuum.

The taut fabric which stretched throughout the whereless
Gave way to indentations and the sudden weight
Manifested by illusion snared companions in attraction’s
Web; together, they danced across the eternal sea.

Wings of doves whistled as they fluttered,
And they whipped up motion out of contentment;
Great orbs sang their harmonies to the celestial
Melody weaving colorful thread trails,
Implying order in the splendor of illusion’s fabric.

The melody of the primal song urged the inert
Into spontaneous activity, and illusion came
To life, electric magnetism generated awareness
Within every thread of color, and the rainbow
Wrote upon the face of the waters with infinite
Voices, each singing a harmonic counterpoint
To the ageless yet haunting melody: an unending
Choral mass fizzed through the cosmos effervescently.

The sacred rite of universal love uttered
Its call into every corner of illusion:
The mission of every consciousness;
The undeniable motif sprang forth –
Forsake personal entitlements,
Yield to cooperative inclusion;
Fulfillment requires we abandon to the mission. 

The Existential Moment

Streaks bend perspective
into spiraled staircase clusters
of stagnant, static, stiletto-
bladed magnets that revolve
in undetermined orbits,
while gravity improvises
unceasingly with matter
to a variable time signature.

The effort to endure
strings together
happenstance beyond
probability’s grave and
out of limitation’s reach,
while infinite possibility
plays jacks with
the existential moment.

A rungless ladder slips
on horizon’s shoreline
beneath a B-flat chart bearing
Miles Davis’ signature,
while Dizzy cheeks balloon
to breathless intervals,
re-imprinting jazz’s jagged
edges upon a smooth delusion.

The master sculptor’s
marbled impressions incubate
upon a Kaifeng Jew’s silent stele’s
hieroglyphic history, while a frozen
instant’s cubed, crystalline equations
compensated for incapacity
with certain death, awaiting
the existential moment.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Imperceptibly Etching

Red dirt surrounds
cedar trunks whose roots
ache from thirst
but the leaves
flutter on branch fingers
as a slow breeze
inherits moisture
from an electric cloud

A red ant crawls
toward noon's tolling
boil weaving a sticky
trail to a rabbit
carcass already
picked clean by coyote
pups still shrilly howling
triumphantly charged glee

The first drops of blood
seep from the spreading
doe mule deer's vagina
bearing her first calf

The sun moves
imperceptibly etching
a golden arc on an azure arch

Tired hands roll
tortillas by a fire
where carne asada spits
and sizzles in a pan

Children's voltage squeals
escape from naked bodies
as they slither through
shaded stream banks
under the watchful
gaze of tomorrow's
red-tailed hawk
demanding from its nest

In the night where
no moon reigns Grandma
threads smokey fingers
through an old man's
dreams making tacos
for the little boy she
once knew and now sees
bouncing up the porch steps


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Inarticulate Slipstreams

Bright night's asphalt steam devours
Hillside necking parked moon showers,
Beam's arced water sparkling tridents
Subvert firefly monuments;
Devoted tingle gardens' walls'
Cupboard door cradled ghostly shawls' -
Forests - now plow sunrise corn highways'
Sight broken breastfed one act plays.
Iridescent repossessed dreams
Of inarticulate slipstreams
Cascade by newborn unsuppressed
Symptoms with an acid-etched countenance;
Dispelled conditions' snowflake flair:
Wilderness - an unbuttoned stare.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Memories' Amber

In the night
light rains
from the solitary
every-star grains'
blanketed amusement
the constrained shining
all-in-one star's
perpetual light

I drink it up
to quench your thirst

You are my gift

All knotted up
indispensably untethered
your indivisibility severed
while crimson fractals
glistened individuated sparks
of memories' amber
from ancient seasons
when the unredeemed
schism fracture
birthed infinity

I-we lie
together
under the weeping willow
sorrow forgotten
stardust alive
looking through
tomorrow's eyes

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Perpetual Revolutions Shimmer

From All Hallows Eve
until the next Samhain day
a worthy operation works
upon each of three hundred
and sixty-six midnights
soar through dark's blackest reaches
fathom the staircased bowel's depths
of the Great Pyramid
seek out the calm eye
of turbulent Jupiter's hurricane
which no hazy mist obscures

From All Hallows Eve
until the next Samhain day
the magical rite performed
screams its birth on the final solstice
when a cold wind gusts
through the northern winter tide
and judgment bells bellow
the highest neap captures
greed and lust in ebb's onset
and the dreams of the meek
etch future's glyphs on the blank wall

From All Hallows Eve
until the next Samhain day
time circumscribes impregnation
gestation a mere
fifty-one spins more
until the door to Aquarius
creaks open gaping-eyed hearts
witnessing the Great Wheel
perpetual revolutions shimmer
a constant seed
an eternal garden

Friday, October 21, 2011

Tolled Dull Waste

Fowl wind's
brash past
stashed
sky, blew
flush guts'
gust: blushed.

Sever all
thrill-kilt
stilled
lie, tolled
dull waste
waits: sculled.

Corrupted file's
flies memorize
disguised
profit: net's
nest subsidized.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Unrecalled Dreams

Walking through ancient corridors
over rickety bridges
behind new moon shadows

Singing atonal melodies
without breathing

Collapsing umbrella fantasies

Stranded on the edge
of a sand grain
without any salt

Drenched by your wordless rhymes
in my unrecalled dreams
as a cricket gasps

A tiny black kitten
with white paws
and a tiny white tufted ascot
who mews in the softest voice
scampers over to me every night
so that its owner raises a fuss
as it nuzzles into my lap

I hear my dead mother's voice
in the haunted river willow
awaiting the hand of cancer's taut grasp

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Solaced Wistless Sighs

An old man sits alone in the desert
Where he dreams of an island paradise
And when the late night slips into stillness
A faint light's illness whispers lies

Winter winds howl madness through the trees
As the faces from his past make him cry
Can a tall tale promise forgiveness
Though a wall wails solaced wistless sighs

Since birth he's lived to remember
Everyday he screams his lot to the sea
As the sand mainlines the sunshine
His hand combines refined melodies

When the old man climbs a mountain
And sits on a rocky terraced ledge
The bowels of the Earth will shudder
As his mirth fills mutters, wonders fledge

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The Morgue at the Buddhist Temple

The morgue at the Buddhist temple
included news crews' oglers
after six Jesuit priests tried to revive
Russian television in a city bus.

People walked onto the highway
consuming the first fetuses.

An overpowering stench
began handing out
six-month sentences
for a water-only fast.

At the gates where people cross, thousands
gather to mourn exposed potential.

The Chinese news media died
in a chic blazer of sagging standards.

Largely censored
and threatening delay,
a divided Parliament
trivialized critics
with a non-binding,
but embarrassing, gaffe –
censure for old timers making bail –
pleading from the stage door.

A warning may not be enough.

For the most part,
life goes on.
It always has.


The following is a commentary which I wrote to accompany this poem:

Individuals encounter restriction and repression. The most basic and natural social desires among all individualized living creatures is for freedom of movement and choice - in other words, self-determinism.

As greater forces of repression, restriction and homogeneity of character and socialization are exerted within any nation, religion, society or culture, the more tension and pressure builds up within the individuals comprising the unit of socialization until an explosion threshold is ultimately reached.

The history of humanity can be categorized as progressive in that it has been marked by a constant movement towards empowering self-determinism and spreading freedom of personal expression and individualism.

Senses perceive motion. Minds perceive motion through space and time. As the motion of a body through space increases, its corresponding motion through time decreases. In the same way, as governments and cultures increase their restrictions on individuals and the pressure to conform is commensurately heightened, the urge to assert greater individual autonomy also grows. However, the desire for self-determination and individualism always remains a hidden undercurrent because it wells up from within individuals and remains mostly unspoken until a dynamic leader appears (capable of expressing what the individuals feel inwardly, but which they, often, either have no conscious awareness regarding the feeling or are unable to articulate it to either themselves or others) who excites and energizes masses of people beyond the explosion threshold.

With the perpetual transition from moment to moment and season to season, the vine of liberty blossoms with more and more flowers, yielding the fruit of self-determinism. The vines of liberty line the pathway toward the liberation of those collectives of people.

Liberation is a currency. Self-determination is the product that currency buys. Wealth, in such a socioeconomic system, can only be defined as transcendental harmony - which reflects the wisdom of individuals to respect all other living creatures and the understanding by social collectives that individuals' personal liberty must always have primacy over any and all collective interests.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Up I Conjure Learning Inner Whole

Up I conjure gift rapt down
Full of sour sweetened void.
In not lying you walk out
On me, giving getting off.
Now sew future summer past,
Here a humble stumble gone:
Live-in maid made furnace die
Black the grey, doom-bloom, bleached white.
Hush the instant droning sound!
Start to measure leisure's end.
Back when battles had no front
Sky cried coddled, cobbled ground.

Learning inner whole,
Creating game's transitional
Room doorway, talking.
Riding French questions,
Twilight columned writing
(Cross-nailed language):
Endless experience vehicle.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Atoms Moving in the Carpet

Alcoholic sink table vision
of teeth in Popeye's mouth
toweled bookshelf isolation
while watching atoms
moving in the carpet
and daddy's angry fists
on mommy and my
disillusioned tears
childhood hula hoop invaded
toothbrush drop drills
coerced sirens'
rabbit eared chair pillow
molestation promising death
after life in Davy Jones' Locker
while freedom found hope in ideas.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Without a Lighthouse

Grinning innocence
broadly disarms
the recalcitrant; while distant,

bright, wide eyes
capture the periphery
nakedly unaware.

Pastorally pristine
property pockets
pantomime, partially
premiering play's
partitioned preference.

Unrewarded redemption's
fog bank snares
without a lighthouse.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

It Rains Every Day

In Hawaii, it rains every day. The light rains barely disturb the seemingly constant sunshine. Foliage blooms, and the island is awash in a rainbow of orchids. Stress and tension melt away to the strains of The Beatles and Mozart. My mind now draws blanks at times and cannot recall trivial things, but I remember I once saw palm trees dancing to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. Young, bikini-clad ladies still stroll along beaches, catching the eyes of angst-ridden young men. Children run and play in thick grass, tumbling with glee. Adults sip Mai Tai drinks sharing knowing gazes, oblivious to the strife and poverty at the core of Oz. I lose my train of thought in mid-YellowBrickRoadsentence. Pink Floyd’s “Atom Heart Mother Suite” reeked of Stravinsky as I reeked of marijuana in the wee hours, listening. I wonder where my words come from when I talk; I don’t think of them before they come out of my mouth. Bonfires illuminate hula dancers draped with leis at luaus. Everyone shares in the feast of roasted pig. How the scent of the charred remains of dead animal flesh induces lustful saliva. The most complex ideas cannot survive. I laugh hysterically. Frank Zappa provides the soundtrack to my life. Pollen drifts on the breeze. The Hawaiian tropical storm passes before it is even noticed.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Rubies

In August,
chrome electricity
measures
Tennessee rubies.

Caramel asylum
chrome fiction
measures
rubies' condensation.

Silver eyelid
reticence petrifies
asylum
caramel electricity.

Elsewhere ghostlike
rubies illustrate
Tennessee
eyelid chrome.

Paris' sprawled
portrait drapes
caramel
rubies' romance.

Honeycombed veneers'
fabric sails
ghostlike
skyline asylum.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Bizarre, They Seem

Exploding stars must produce;
when the period hits -
a blur to the human eye!
Bizarre, they seem.

Color appears like reversed
grounds, preliminary exhibitions'
relatively easy solutions:
challenge relativity's interspersing effect.

Combining and interlacing fingers'
especially ambitious details,
dialog archived collections
and proceed to small cloisters.

Rhythm, Atmosphere or Mood

Planet lands an astronaut
in shifts of dominance,
consequent occurrence
makes energy carrying
particles escape the solar
center in tempo:
rhythm, atmosphere or mood.

The severe problem
consisting in earth and rocks'
observational selection
appears uniformly blue
independent of surface
color: nature loves the small.

Rotation to the rescue!

Juxtaposition restricted.

Young, old, major,
minor, pulsar, nebulae,
radiation, vacuosity.

Without absorptions,
the normal result and
most decisive difference,
set up to record hot flashes.

Consequent Recurrence

Flatter the public taste
flatter than sentimental waste.

Distinguish the lighter and darker
and extinguish the flatulent marker.

Discriminate color intensity
by uttering a garbled obscenity.

Consequent recurrence of placement
reveals the irrelevance of government.

Compare the coffee in a cup
with the tail of a wagging pup.

Apples, cherries and tomatoes are red
but chapter 20 is best read in bed.

Remain unchanged in hue and light
because, man, dig it, like, it's outtasite.

Non-Observable

Reason, having a direct
remainder with respect
to the subject, molasses,
illustrates indefinite
non-observable signs.

The barometer reads
value uncertainty
drawn by measuring
applied voltage.

First case destinations
formulated a mark
of causality, counter
to pre-vision intuition -
definition's revision:
uncertain incision.

The simplest cannibal
obtained repeated
calculations of models
beside the cartels
of dimensional brothels.

Points in time
drift
in variable response.

Where there is fire, kitchen
qualitatively prevails smoke.

Non-observable counter examples
understand product resistance.

An unbiased variance
squared the correct entry
relating to something else
with short, false repetitions.