BUT SEE DISCLAIMER We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid heard of our ways and means We all the small ones were not frightened Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons We the elaborate […]
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The Revolt Ever to Collect Its Due
Filling the waters with unstable ideas The Jabberwock waxes with apoplexy The waves roar up tremendously in air that immediately had been _____ still Deep beneath, crabs scuttle a little faster Pennies dropped in the wishing well vanish in bursts of light The seas churn The lakes bubble Controlled technologies burst the bonds placed on […]
Singularly Absent of Demagogues
INTERLUDE 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ but there wasn’t any error, all the lies came together, no one questioned them all alerting others to the weather singularly absent of demagogues a spectacle was joined ever nightly inside, the notes were compiling upon a desk ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Time To
Time to go and time to trust Time to wean and time to lust A time to love and a time to kill A time to devour all the pills A place for you and a place for me A place beneath an olive tree Seven red roses I declare That you’re the one who […]
Interlude & Remember These Things
INTERLUDE 3 The driftwood of our lives Washed up on some foreign shore We glistened But the sun was not amiable It was fierce Our dominance was unquestioned But we knew not how to live A spiritual deadening Infected the nation-state There was no truth in advertising And all our wars came to naught Consumer […]
He Chose a Path
A poem featuring a ‘behind the scenes’ (in the sense used in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods) journey and a sphinx from my book Synaptic Syntactic.
Till the Stones and Till the Soil
We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid would heard of our ways and means We all the small ones were not frightened Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons We the elaborate focusing devices […]
Mace and Henbane
How to begin it? We once were in a bit if a jam We took what could be taken Sleeping off the chaos of the dilemma, We woke into a dream In the artful elusions of what followed, we demonstrated for our followers The pursuant lost the thread never again to find Needling feelings took […]
Burning the Globesphere / Never a Utopia
We of all the small ones are repulsed In it we are we and thus and so, yet not we, we wait upon the turning of the tide In the end the demonoid picotant was needful of a place to sleep. In the end the demonoid picotant slept by we all the small ones. In […]
Repeating Series of We All the Small Ones
Indescribably picotent of the needling the alterations of candidness were trimmed and served Ineluctably illiterate we of the glitterati meet and determine your appearance In the gaps of this we of all the small ones bubble up and flitter Ineluctably the evolutions of the series of glittering up, of poking and prodding, in the aftermath […]
Lost in Mist 