Poem-Escape

   Escape.
   The long, black, cracked tongue of static highway rolls on ahead
   Racing out to the heart of a starless horizon
   Summer ignites
   And my American engine is seething
   Swallowing the miles
   Dragging me headlong toward the mirthless night
   Seeking shelter from a wild, blue eyed,
   Girl.

Low.
   Across the western twilight sky storm clouds gather
   Swallowing the vast magenta tide of dusk in its wake
   So I step on the gas and rush out to meet the rain
  
“Damn it.”
   I scream out to the night and into the storm
   I can’t shake her electric presence
   Her eyes burned hollow in constant dreams
   Her satin flesh warm in slumber beside me
   Her misty voice a song as soft as rain
  
Frantic.
   I race away in to the maw of the storm
   Sliding reckless through bizarre constellations of traffic
   Betrayed by the memory of her touch
   Knowing I will never really be able to leave her behind

So I stop.
   Climbing out to let the rain embrace me
   To let the lightening rise and tear away my fear
   To let the thunder shake loose my tiny demons
   To think of her without the shedding of a tear
                                                       

Poem-Weld

                                                         
Slow,
The ferrous burn
Of complete connection
Seeps across the gaps
In space
And time           
             
                                                The weight of your stare
                                                        Envelops me
                                                              Softly
                                                               Calm
                                                     In the willing night

Electric applications
Let magnetic desires
Flow
Bridging worlds
In the seething
Silent syrup
That breeds
The molten whole
                                                 Kisses wax ecstatic
                                                       In darkness
                                                   Bliss
                                                          Slipping
                                                   Slow
                                                 Into the unknown

Molecular cohesion
Can only attain perfection
Inside a breathless
Atomic mix
Where oxygen does not
Exist


                                                 Immersion erupts into
                                           Screaming crescendos of parity
                                                 Lost to metamorphosis
                                                      And matched 
                                                        Eye to eye

Heat radiates outward
From collusion
In confusion
The core of creation
Lost
Dancing out and away
To evanesce
Into the air

                                                      Pulses slow
                                                   In sacred fusion   
                                                 While tangled limbs
                                                 Smile into the night
                                                        And sigh                                                                   

Poem-Wait

                                                                    



I.
Raven fisted angels stalk the
Glowing heights of morning
Played-out and sore they drag dawn
Through their crags of ancient teeth
The spell of cold Andromeda
Slides slowly out beyond them
Dancing in the violence that
Churns on down below

The texture of resentment
Lies and grates and cuts and twists
Lost and long in a warping song
While a new steel fate draws down
And hate awaits through jaundiced gates
To scrape along like order
Waiting in the shadows to
Swallow whole narcotic joy

Plead for wisdom on the alter of obsession
The dark wine of Sangsara bleeds out
Through blackened hearts


II.
Who cares about tomorrow now?
Who cares about dimes dropping
Endlessly into oblivion
About wives left alone to contemplate
Absolution
Pondering Eden in the wake of fresh
Skulls set out to dry

The sun sets on beggars and fools
Falling away to sweaty nights of
Sleepless indifference
Providence a jewel cast out
In a stunning case of hope
Purloined by the sciences of media
And the where withal of strangers
Sweating bullets of cold addiction
While creeping death now comes
To call

Wake up my darling Valentine
Wake up my dear and run
Conformity can no longer be neglected
We need bread to get us by
The future of history hangs in the balance
No small child falls along unscathed
When progress rushes forth

Let the dreamers dream
Let the poets sleep
Let the piper take a breath
Let the music flow to grow in the
Silent spaces between the notes
Satisfaction unfolds now with un-sequenced
Young abandon
Fading in to focus when we take the time
To Wait

Poem-Now

Now
   Exists unhindered inside the pulsing wild wonders
Of space and time
   A nirvana revealed in kinetic fits of endless hope

Now
   Is the part of you aching awake through the rolling depths
Of mental rebellion
   Spiraling across maelstroms of self-conscious silence
To dare cut through the maul of the endless background chatter
   And speak

Now the moment the truth bears whole and dares call bold
To speak

Now
   Breaks reality down into perfect sub-seconds of pure release
A magick waiting to surprise our wit with a brave new focus

Now
   Is a precision born of awareness
Genetically sequenced-Locked inside
   Intrinsic through endless eons of chaotic matter
Twisting raw in the primordial logic of every stellar core
   Passing patiently along in its priceless, peerless, perfection
Daring us all to see….

Looking for you to see…..

Now me.

Poem-Truths of the Hardcore Muse

                                    The Truths of the Hard Core Muse



Great viscous rivers of slow synaptic sludge course through the decaying cells
Of an endless tactile loss
Apathy descends with the force of a ripping death into the gray matters of
Fantasies and phantasms
Its focus swelling with morbid fascination as the full scope of creation turns
Beyond the myopic limits of eyes

The belief in the eternal name grinds dust into a fevered, bitter, silence
Prone before the cold, pale, throne of Time
And to what lust? Dust
Ashes choking long in the mouths of lucidity and understanding
The severity of emotional acumen blinded by the growing threat
Of a glowing transcendence
Running naked through the world-Raw-As hope makes its escape

Fear the coming onslaught of perceived truths
Fear the permutations of the Divine institution
Causality is reaping the whirlwind of a screaming blind endeavor
As madness bleeds out through the cracks in Shangri-La
What dim fate awaits the hanged man?
Left swinging in the mists, alone, between worlds
The curiosity of perdition holding sway as caustic transgressions
Tangle the iron threads of fate

Now, the signals distort in fading geometric regression
Echoed in the electronic dreams of purest light
Compressed realities coalescing in a firestorm of desolate mornings
Hate and perpetual loss creating vast waves of desperation
That crash to earth shattering the resolve of the great collective will
Rage rising to manifest chaos
Violence born in the shadows of fetid streets

Now, the repercussions of philosophic rigidity sits begging on every failing doorstep
Like the ragged dogs of a different, bleak, eternity
As the whores of a gleaming new Babylon preen, sacrosanct on the
Silver screen
No industrial processed panacea dare seal the mortal wound of arrogance
No hollow words of feigned sincerity dare reach out across the frozen void
To inspire our sinking soul

The endless, bare, benevolence of this infant infinity rings out with a crystalline melody
Of profound perfection
It sings through every simple atom everywhere in the beautiful, boundless, cosmos
Its tone and timbre birthing absolution in hermetic souls bound together by truth
Its strength displayed in its grand and grateful absence
Its conviction Absolute 

But here, Now, I fear that it falls on deafened ears.

Truths of the Hard Core Muse-pt. 2

 Hey kids!
 The past couple of days have been pretty wild for me and I've come to a stunning realization.
  It's really not all about me!
  I started this blog as a means of building an author's platform to try and piece together an audience for my writing career.
 From previous posts you can gleen my frustration at the endeavor.
 I've discussed this with a few, true, old friends seeking advise and in doing so it struck me that I was on the complete wrong track.
 I've come to realize that my friends and I have, quite unaware to any of us, been creating our own bohemian scene here in Clermont and Brown County over the past twenty years.
 Sometimes, kids, the trees can really screw up a view of the forest.
 It dawned on me that this site should be about all of us. Our scene. Open for all to see, scars and all.
  So, here in the next few weeks, this blog is going to be about all of us. Our poems, our pictures, our art, our music.
  I, myself, have realized that I can't separate poet me from guitar player me from novelist me from smart ass me. It's just me, and I've been absolutely clueless.
  So, to all of my Boho friends out there, bring it on. I want to showcase what we ALL are capable of.
  They say there is safety in numbers. Maybe there's an audience as well.
   More soon!