Artists as Parasites

Life extension more crucial than life intention
The high elevated past the sigh
The spring delegated to the step
Death pretension usurps God’s invention

So fitting the jokers poke the setting
Sucking fun from battlement losts
Spurring laughs from the abject dafts
Sweating magnificent obelisks wetting

Strutting like ambulatory prions or
Windsor peons
Wafting in the surge of basic bitches
Singing perils as joyful witches

Milling about among Egyptian craters
Claiming your space larger than cryptic criers
Grasping at claims by abject liars
Building on fames of moon-swept baiters

Fulfilling the dreams of ancestral vampires
Projecting a screen of mastery
Dancing a dream of bombastery
Exploiting the human joy of desires

Presenting as Lords
Ready and willing to destroy
Over the hoards
Setting yourself as decoy
While still in deep bow to your
Government

Miners of the Universal Mind

The poet creeps through passing time
The painter sweeps up every rhyme
The crafter weaves a vein of gold
As musician strikes the molten load

Descending together
Tight on their collective tether
Marking all celestial signs
Looping ‘cross forbidden lines

Troubadours pine on resinous lies
Dancers key on resonant chimes
Together tapping on infinite schisms
Gifting follies from dichotomous derisions

The muse resides there below
Forever chirping ‘bout her great glow
In a bottomless pit with ghouls fervently lurking
But from time to time, when her mood’s just fine
She’ll let you escape
With a tiny sip and solid lift
As her canaries each morning
Sing last notes as you’re climbing

In the abyss frauds will linger
How could they not?
When fawning clowns sense their rot
Clawing, snorting, taking by force
Palpably disconnected from true source

Spreading their filth, collecting their souls
Their lives but tasks beneath flimsy masks
Hardly miners at all merely flees and ticks
Surface parasites painlessly flicked

Away, just as you should
To chime and feel fine at
How tight is your line
When to the light you emerge to
Find your home in the shade
Of all the treasures you’ve made
With all those tiny sips saved

From infinite journeys below and above
Viewing specks of stars through the leaves
Marching ants through the trees
Fields of flowers full of bees
Igniting Infinite
Creative sparks of spring

Those of the miners’ great faith dream
At work all through time and space
The artist as witness of divinity’s trace
Forever re-pollinating our Universal case

Love: Sweet & Sour Style

The lie did bow that deep
Down even deeper than the root
Five score, maybe more
Valentines in vain

Show me anyway
The tiniest hairs remain like
Star flakes raining
Creating leaf cakes glazing
Hearts in rosy butter and
Hallmark clutter

Lie more pretty still
Pepper then mint me
Sing my praises in chocolate nibs
Through marshy mazes

Play the lyres licking
begging, kissing
As liars kicking
My heart in
Eternal echo

Or, lay down your lies
Let Atlas shrug
Find your sweet relief
At last between my
Physic-psyche flow
Souls at once aglow
Grasping not at passing straws
Captured wills
Rippling, diffusing, disintegrating
In the dragon’s claws

Show me your electro-magnetic rainbow
The strongest threads
The thickest webs
Grasped in bitterest despair
While you stay stoic
Gasping for air

Show me how best is your worst
In a grand but joyless burst
So I may bake your claims into pies
And serve them up
Smothered in lies

Exiting Stage 9

Clipboard Sexy
Visionboard Worthy
6th sense blocked
4th gear cocked

Flexed rhythm
Stacked schism
Minced rather
Than forgiven

Once upon a savage time
She tried
But lacked the luster
Required then
Lost the line

Ancestors fought
But lied
Now not a fine
Lot cries
Threads ferry
Jellyfish
Fears through
The soil of time

We
Crossed souls
Lament blessed
Tolls toiled
Tarred
Left marred
Along the
Path Left
Exiting
Stage Nine

Sensitize Yourself

Don’t sanitize
Sensitize
Don’t minimize
Proselytize
Deliver or defy
Don’t be shy
Don’t lie
On You
Rely

Sensualize
Sway don’t rock
Stay don’t flay
Soothed or shocked
Come what may

Direct deeply
Misstep Frequently
Disjoint Weakly
Court your foes

Build that stock
Then burn it
Hear it crackle over
the ravens’ cries
Settle on in
Stop on by
Smell their roses

Feel the indigo through their black
Taste the metal in her touch
See the sighs he denies
Before the daisies’
Digging

Wake this day
Beckoning your heart
this new way
Signs
your signals
Craft
your vigils
Mark
then magnify
so you can never again
Deny

Afraid of the Wrong Things

You’re scared to catch them Cooties
You should be scared you could starve

You’re scared you might lose your job
You should be scared you won’t

You’re scared your kids might . . .
Everything

You’re scared your Government might . . .
Anything

You’re scared your neighbors might . . .
Nothing

You’re scared to speak your Truth
You’re scared not to

You’re scared to believe me
You’re scared not to

Scarred?
Me too
For life

Fighting?
ME TOO
Or no life

Who can you trust?
There are two kinds of people in this world . . .
Never trust anyone who thinks
there are only two kinds of people in this world

Who, what, when, why to fear?
No!
How?
Now . . .
we’re talkin’!

Ebb and Flow

She sees a trickster under every rock
Shimmering chimeras
from whenever
Or wherever
Memory strikes back

There was a time
She fell for that
Sort of thing
Ferris wheels
Endless rings

Crown of thorns
Rosy Crosses
Safety pins
Paradise Lost beings
Wicked winters to
Saints and sinners

Shifting cities
Manifest moorings
Serpentine glory
Shores resettling
Lochs all festering

Shocked the shells
Numbed the feelings
Sheriffs shot
Deputies bleeding

Shrines collapsing
Witnesses weeping
Shuffling stories
Old dogs snoring

Rustling
Whispering
Melodious flow
Shimmering loneliness
Bubbling
Listening

Susurroussness of
Just the kind
We never
Forever
Forget

Overcoming Chronic Optimism

It comes as no surprise to me
that there are those
at this dark hour
who still refuse to see

Welcome to 2021 Where
Obedience to tyrants is sanctioned supreme
Compliance to absurdity marks every team
Plying under the guise of social harmony

Trumping spirits free
Driving all mankind
Cloaked in Scientism’s
Feigned Divine

“Collectivisation means the handling of the common affairs of mankind by a common control responsible to the whole community. It means the suppression of go-as-you-please in social and economic affairs just as much as in international affairs. It means the frank abolition of profit-seeking and of every device by which human beings contrive to be parasitic on their fellow man. It is the practical realisation of the brotherhood of man through a common control”.
If Wells’ outlines look similar to those ideas recently made public by the World Economic Forum’s Great Reset, then don’t be surprised.

H.G. Wells’ Dystopic Vision Comes Alive With the Great Reset Agenda

https://brandnewtube.com/watch/here-039-s-what-will-happen-next_QAXlz1Y8CaY1jEz.html

Letter to the Future

Hitchens on Why Orwell Matters

Melissa

Frenemies are in my trees
they think I cannot see
Them
Along the Themes
Crows claiming they know
which Phoenicians stole the show
Witch
dressed in blackest pink
kneels to Me
LisSa
Captured Queen
beyond pale think
True devils
call the levers

Gobs of globe lovers
follow them
to win

Just is to
Break that stem
then sheer their roots
for beer
Drink then deep
Swallow their pride
And shit it out tomorrow

All Crow No Grow

Once Teacher
Becomes Gate
Precious gift of Fate
And Foe

Precision required
Lift on the down
Balance that act
Adept Perfection
A first-last Lie
Hover humming
Bird is the word
Twist that power
Collect eyes and ears
minds and memes
For your numbers games

But never forget
She who bats last
Nature’s best trick
That insidious
Observer effect
Switch that rift
Into acrobatic twists

We birthed Gaudi from the peacocks
Caged monkeys taught us tricks
Camouflage from the lizards
Stealth a gift from snakes
We learned ugly crazy irrational
Slippery crafty nasty witchy

When it works it’s the Bomb
When it doesn’t it’s the Adam
And just when you think it’s all figured out
Observer Effect
Aka Evolution? By
Way of Effluence
Not Affluence

If Nature is so perfect
Why does she keep changing?

Like the sword bill hummingbird
Whose Passion flowers yield to he alone
Together an evolutionary dance
each a teenie sneak
Imperceptible micro-move
toward one another

Laughing at us
Mere humans
Enslaved by our weakest links
Preachers of discernment
with blinders on our eyes
No finesse or fearless shows
But loads of fake niceness

And lesson learned
Time always tells
There’s far more to know
from the battle of the hummingbirds
than stuck in the field with crows