Posts Tagged ‘moment’

the-she-wolf

Twisted down and broken

Maddened and unopened

I take my time

Mired in slime

From the moment

Into the meat of each echo of the moment

 

Howling bone

Couple of cones

Dead weight daydreams

Silent death screams

Being gentle with myself

Cut out the super-critical conscience

Look at the evidence for negative self-talk

Rest and let the spirit run

Through fields of daffodils

Like a stallion

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devastation

Devastation, any moment, any time

All so random

Plastic moments

Horrid slime

Devastation like a vampire sucks on night

Devastation like a snake lurking in underbrush

Devastation like a shark inhaling blood

Devastation like a werewolf ripping throats

Devastation like a demon straight from hell

Devastation and a stinky festering smell

Electric wookies in each neuron of your brain

Electric earthlight through the centre of your veins

Electric amoeba pulsating through time

Electric tendons stretched out by intensive work

Take me backwards through the echoes of the night

Take me outside and whisper words of fear

Take me down the pub and buy me a beer

I am waiting for a frenzy of blood

I am waiting for a sun-dance of light

Take me downwards and you’ll find that I might

Be devastated

Again and again

WookieeWarriors

Take your medicine you flagrant wookie

Spread mercurochrome first lover unannounced

Bend unwatched while my delusions frenzy

Slake magnificent hart crane harlequinss

 

Laura will I love you make this weird

I will take you to places feared

Mark my innocence before your spittoon

Hide out with me in a sacred room

 

And that’s what makes it so magical

The moments when I talk to you

I can’t believe what you’re saying

And I know what you’re displaying

 

Talking to me

Through your primitive ancestry

Lurking beneath algic fronds

Like an octopus

 

Magnifying stars

In dodgy bars

Be with me baby

Until mutant time

Makes geeks sublime

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Somewhere inside her madrigal mind

She hears sacred voices and longs for coitus

Somewhere inside her madrigal mind

She envelopes each moment and bangs against consumption

 

Henry wanted a moment where earth burned slowly

Henry wanted a crimson woman to listen to his bullshit

But she turned her face away

And took her lovely ass somewhere else

 

Henry ached in his hooligan wounds

Henry got baked and howled at the moon

Henry wondered if getting stoned all the time enhanced his fuckability

And decided that it didn’t

 

 

vibration

Vibration, a moment, a thought

Just like salvation inflation through brine

The pleasures of dreaming insane

Embrace me like cobwebs and wire

But I break through

With pictures of you

Tucked into the ass pocket of my jeans

For I am birthed in a madrigal multiverse

Expelled by a vibrating psychedelic gibbon

Transcending dimensions

Monsterous energy

Marvellous fractal radiance

Sending me into paroxysms of joy

With his waves of optimism

And pantomime enthusiasm

To burst the bubble of consequence

And dance freely in a garden of nude women

Like a flame dancing through air

Or a leaf buffeted on a breeze

Or a most immaculate hit of thai white

gautham_buddha-other

Between emotion and transaction
Between starvation and satisfaction
Between thought and expression
Between intuition and feeling
Between broadcast and transmission
Between action and inaction
This moment
The present
The now
Thoughts pass by like clouds on a windy day
Noted, but soon forgotten
I am one with the Universe
Seated and stoned immobile
Free from attachment
Beneath my Bodhi tree
Mystically silent
I watch my life drift by on a boat to Enlightenment
Not for me these tabulations of capricious capitalism
Not for me this mental masturbation of money and megalomania
Not for me this trendy mastication of macrobiotic illusions
Not for me this idle conversation about who sleeps with whom
And who sleeps with no-one
Not for me these clichéd observations channelled from commercial television
Not for me this brutal greed-head logic putting a price on compassion
Not for me this procession of talentless tabloid celebrity
Not for me these inscrutable letters from my friends at Centrelink
Not for me these pre-digested sound-bite political ravings
Not for me this endless grasping and craving for cold castrating cash
Not for me this tweeting twitter trauma teaming with trolls
Not for me this latex-clad consumer electric nightmare projecting advertising into my dreams
Not for me these dildo-head dilettantes sucking up my oxygen with twelve steps to being tedious
I will simply breathe and watch my thoughts slide by
Breathe in suffering
Breathe out compassion