Asemic poetry 0001
Time in doubt
Purpose of journey
Asemic poetry 0002
a broken watch
Asemic poetry 0003
Asemic poetry 0004
A red leaf
Asemic poetry 0005
opening circus chance
cautious general caustic
mummery chair invalid
reality think insect
Asemic poetry 0006
Collage of burning soul within the recesses of fertile fields and care of wonder at the end of gardens filled with ice.
Asemic poetry 0007
Heart heat and sleek sleep melt the wax in the valley
Keep going and enter reality with power and fruit
Mercenaries detonate souls of existential fortitude
Asemic poetry 0008
Asemic poetry 0009
Medication objects illustrate defy information
Indecisive hamlets gregarious fuzzy formation
Clarity clowns sky highly jumping dissertation
Warmth resisted outlined holy seeds transition
Asemic poetry (0010)
African moment before time began seeking answer to institutions that linger on the edge of reality glows with the brilliance of fresh mowed grass within the amber globe.
Asemic poetry (0011)
Guru song (00012)
Modern millennium sighting perfect guru lighting deluded
Gracious landscape forever gunpoint pencil causeway
Automobile canyon view sledding forgetting bleeding
Celebrate calculate coordinate terminate
Waste products (00015)
No time to waste products of the mind the stores hide things will get better in time is flux is true lives in balance the acrobats will finance is failing is not an option clause closed doors of sin is not free it is an illusion.
Edge of the event horizon (00016)
Storehouse of the media is the curse of society is lost in the maze of empty ink bottles of anger explode the myths of space and time has passed over the gaze of man is destine to enter the void is the area of earth and fire is the result of desire the feeling of fullness creates the strain of thinking about magnetism is weak but does not exist in other worlds are located at the apex of singularity.
Frog on a log (00017)
The story of the frog is not about you. The story of the frog is not about me. The story of the frog is not about them. The story of the frog is about the frog.
Do wistful wheels spin in grease? Do open minds flourish in haste? Does the bird eat a snake from the lake? Can a man relate to a plate of hate? Are clouds of grey openly gay? Are martyrs always filleted?
Mechanical animals and concrete grass
Grotesque dolls in a vat of scum
Chicken fried bark and a worn out car
Yellow corn and lawn mower gas
Metal books and evil twins
Pictures of stoneware tubs
Grimy hospital beds and threads
Countless tires in vegetable soup
Street lights and leather boots
I am a man in molassas destine to climb to the top of the heap and sleep upon unknown sheep with coats of steel and feet of mud.
Marching mice (00021)
Verbal cat sat quietly in her boudoir and enjoyed the mouse parade
Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down
Quiet cat in rubber boots tried to salute each passing rodent
Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down.
Angry cat in a white straw hat snorted and sniffed each passing rat.
Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down.
Peanut oil (00022)
An illegal lunatic fried a gourd in peanut oil and ate it all with out relish or remorse. His voice became hoarse so he stole a horse and plotted a new found course.
Obsessive thought of :
Christmas and coupons
Body processes and notes
Politics and losing hair
Watches and bits of string
Lost lingerie and sweeping
Cat food and pillows too soft
Strange noises and sets of keys
Bushes and dying banana trees
Expression of fear (00024)
A dog on a log cabin fever pitch fork it over matter of factual story book fair maiden name game of cards of sympathy expressed belief in gods of science fictional characters in play the song of sorrow felt the pain in the necktie party of five in the afternoon delight in flight of the crow in the pie in the skydiving event horizon is low light and bright daytime dreams of past forgotten words of praise the day.
Looking for home (00025)
Tumultuous tarantulas jump over the drapes
onto the floor like large black snowflakes.
Finding their way to the open sewer plate
they finally find a suitable estate.
Thoughts of machinery (00026)
Real appeal the apple core of the problem child of the family matters not what you think he is over the hill of beans and frankincense the moment in time is fleeting thoughts of doom and gloomy skies of blue are the eyes of the night is full of ghosts in the machine.
Thing I need (00027)
Butterfly daydreams and moonlight beams
Corroded steel chains and reversible lanes
Calculator keys and bright glowing trees
Old brown shoes and upholstered cars
Christmas junk in my trunk
Christmas cheer on my pier
Christmas goat in my moat
Christmas song in my thong
Christmas tree and some brie
Christmas cat without a bat
Concrete cats with heart of tin
living high above the city din.
Plaster dogs with thoughts of sin
existing on large bottles of gin.
Toast the tree without verdant leaves and wonder at the bark of dogs and rows of pencils under moss. How true it is that we feel no loss.
Esoteric coffee cup full of hope and owned by a dope.
Mortgage sick caused by dick.
Joy of dirt lurking in the barren cave where no man can survive even though there is bread and a bed he must not wed a casual friend.
One light no sight, fright, gripe, hype, ripe, snipe at site of light.
Two lights no sight, fright, gripe, hype, ripe, snipe at site of light.
Once a man finds direction,
no one can see the connection.
Purpose is lost in the haze of hate
wonder is lost at the garden gate.
Simple lives are open to fear
and gentle hearts often disappear.
We are lost in ominous clouds
and our minds are covered in shrouds.
Millennium fantasy of ideas in plain sight
governors and gremlins in full blown flight.
Why do we fret and weep in our tortured sleep
could it be that all we need is a heart with heat.
A quiet soul is never met with open arms
only crowds of banshees armed with charms.
When will we find the time and reason
to loosen the ties and harm of treason.
If that fateful day never comes to fruition
it is because we lack sense and intuition.
Digital world (00037)
Cell phones and meaningless conversation
floating among the masses with no salvation.
Endless drivel and fevered obtuse speech
waves of psychotic mumblings in the breech.
Avoiding life (00038)
Readings and writings and dry cleaning
painting and drawing and toddlers weaning.
Shoveling manure and finding meaning
eating and sleeping and men convening.
Mowing the grass and smoking dope
slipping and sliding and losing hope.
Life is a tenuous and fragile journey
trying to avoid a defense attorney.
Close encounter (00039)
Alien claims are not so insane
Seeing them is not so lame
Hearing them is quite okay
Listen, for you may be prey
Searching and hurting on a dirt road
Aching and thinking with out a code
Wondering and praying in vain
Hoping that this is not my bane.
Time will lapse in day or two
Fish will scream about bamboo
Heavy metal will sing its praise
Glorious men will not be phased
Saw a sad bird in a tree today
Must have just returned from a foray
A piece of amber in his beak
Looking like he was in full retreat
Aztec minds and garrulous strangers
Eating and drinking the water of souls
Why do we act like we need to know
There is plenty of time for thoughts.
Paisley carpets cover a valley floor
Only days until the dawn of the wind.
I don’t care (00045)
The cat telephoned the rat
She told him about her new hat
But he couldn’t care less about that.
Aren’t a poet (00046)
It is obvious that I am not a poet
I can’t rhyme or spell pimpple.
I lack formal language education
and what I do is quite dismissible,
I just publish my ignorant frustration.
When I see a symbol within a crystalline memory
lights and thoughts of doubt rise to the surface.
Illuminated pulses of matter dot an eerie sky,
streaks of ethereal lightning cut the dark ether.
When I hear a symbolic note at the edge of day,
piercing tones of unknown melodies irrupt.
Filling the vacuum of souls with a state of flux,
the cacophonous emanations laden the air.
When I taste the symbolic fodder of the cortex,
bursts of atomic energy feed capillaries of sin.
Saturating the body organs with sweet plasma
the mysterious forces attack the essence of life.
Stories hiding in the recesses of an atrophied mind,
trying to escape the ganglion entanglement.
The inner personal world is strange and unsettling,
knotted and arthritic sinew unable to ungulate.
Thoughts ricochet of walls of plaque filled veins
and pierce the grey matter with memory absences.
A child’s eyes are wide open with hope
it is a sight that is pure and full of want
an for some, a colorful kaleidoscope.
Brain freeze (00050)
Pithy words and elephant toes
Indian corn and tubs of clothes
Gory geese and fermented cheese
Infinite lies and hearts in seize
Cars and life that no one savors
Computer dust and plain flavors
Silky white milk and lions heat
Houses on hills and tons of meat.
Washers and dryers of our sins
Thinning black hair and hidden tins
Chickens that roost and do not tease
Retired and old with a brain freeze.
Fastidious ants plying their trade
finding their way in a parade.
Eating tiny crumbs of forgotten life
hoping nothing will end their strife.
Soon the feast will meet its end
and swollen ants will die in bed.
Message in time (00052)
Wooden computers found in timely sand
Telephone messages from a dead man
Answer not his eerie pleas or commands
For truths and symbol abound in his plan.
Government idiots (00053)
Failing facts and tracks of the soul embedded in molten fear and laden with rock of prejudice have found their way into the mind of man with no regard for eyes of immature beings that cannot hear the voice of reason which is very near yet far away in the recesses of tawdry personal stories and sickening tales of government idiots.
Strange ideas in the mind of forgotten citizens are festering and seething creating a cancerous boil that soon will burst and spew bile in the face of tedious proclamations from withered minds of kings,
princes and vile vermin who gorge themselves on the labors of the captive population and prance and dance in self indulgent gluttony.
A musician with no sense of time
spent his life without a song.
departed earth without a whimper,
alone and sad without a throng.
An artist with no sense of design
spent his life without a drawing
departed earth with out a whimper
alone and sad and heart gnawing
A dancer with no sense of rhyme
spent his life without movement
departed earth without a whimper
alone and sad, no self-improvement
Heart of wood (00056)
Nails in the boards of sunken ships tell a story of hammers wielded by unknown craftsmen of a forgotten age. Their chiseled points find their way into the hearts of wood cleaved from a tree that stood in wait for their day without sun.
Symbolic tale (00057)
Circles, squares, triangles in a myriad of forms tell the symbolic tale of intimate encounters with the purpose of existence defined by the ever changing meanings from cultures long forgotten and clothed in mysteries that defy meaning and understanding.
Sickness abounds in the dark recesses of an idle mind with no devices to rid the abscesses of eternal begging for mercy and pleading with inner turmoil that cannot be relieved with simple answers and clever potions provided by the false saviors of man.
Past remembered (00059)
Rain soaked papers
detailing the memories of a time without worry.
Evil symbols of doubt
reminders past glories of a time without hope.
Canons of life muddle the creative spirit
and endanger the soul of discovery.
Seeking the inner core of true reason
Is the only means to finding harmony.
Verdant blades of grass
soaked with oppressive rain
of a season gone mad.
Contorting and punishing
nature’s sublime order
with liquid abundance.
Desire to fill the cavernous
spiral of human existence
void of life’s purpose.
Complicated by the soul
that tries to balance
pleasure and purpose.
Subdivision doors fling open.
Sidewalks fill with walkers
reclaiming their youthful self image.
Cars leave their suburban barns
feeding the crowded traffic lanes
with stress filled drivers.
Stupidity in verse (00064)
Heat filled rocks and old socks,
green garbage cans and fans.
Gooey marbles and tanks,
wondrous old stinky banks.
Clammy jars filled with fruits,
aliens dogs in suits.
Ink on a green blotter,
pickled pairs are hotter.
Piano keys with sauce,
horseradish shoes and floss.
Stop signs near edge of space,
colored cars in a race.
Police cars filled with cake,
Broken limbs of a snake.
Mysterious quality of enchantment (00065)
Eyes jump in pursuit of visions,
glowing orbs of plasma spew forth
releasing hordes of neural panic,
spilling colors and exotic shapes.
Careening through existence with limited vision,
the soul’s essence is condensed into a cloud
of what was and what will never be.
mental state subjective
first-person point of view.
free will analytic mind
how or why brain states,
mind and matter.