Significant Loss
Securing unanimous outcome
From this disagreeable brood
Would be wild cat-herding
On high doses
Of street mescaline.
Most of those duly-called
Kept choices
Chosen in manner sacred,
Close to the hot blood
Of their beating hearts.
This triggered in many
A Lion's share of annoyance
And moods
Located right of a number line zero,
Making even the feeding mosquitoes
A bother unnoticed.
One member of the assembly
Applied for reinforcement
From occult territory,
Blackmailing the offspring
With lowest strong-will quotient
Into performing a child's hex
With his morning cereal;
A bowl of milk
With an edible alphabet.
Would the Heaven-sent straight-jackets
Made by the hands of fallen angels
Be recalled
On conditions of sanity restored?
Or will Utility's Muse
Be busy with the fitting?
If the latter is destined
With the shortest straw,
Memory of the faces,
Ruby-shaded,
And bearers of righteous indignation;
A measure
Both acceptable and defensible,
Shall take the crowd's majority
Just as the day the bones of giants
Were hidden behind Smithsonian smirks.
Loud bell rings
Signal:
"All ballots are in!"
Destiny puts Sour
On the victory pedestal,
Showing Sweet
A swift exit
Through unforgiving doors.
The weather forecast
Warns of weather
Both terrible and torrential,
Not as before;
Water-made.
A claim is made
Of an unusual source,
The bleeding Nose of God.
Something From Nothing
Space is nothing;
Time is nothing;
Velocity is nothing;
Light is nothing;
Energy is nothing;
Mind is nothing;
Subject is nothing;
Love is nothing;
Hate is nothing;
Creator is nothing;
The Perceiver is nothing;
The Undefined is nothing;
The Unlimited is nothing;
Infinity is nothing;
Infinite I is nothing.
Distance is something;
The past is something;
The future is something;
A speed limit is something;
Lamps are something;
Mass is something;
Thought is something;
Object is something;
Body is something;
Creation is something;
Creatures are something;
The perceived is something;
Definitions are something;
Information is something;
Limit is something;
The finite is something;
'we' is something.
Processed information
Can condition the existence of objects;
Distance and velocity
Can condition the motion of objects;
Location and electrons
Can condition perception of objects
And non-perception of objects;
Energy and bodies
Can condition bodily animation;
Mind and thought
Can condition ideas and images;
Subject and subject
Can condition relationship;
Love and body
Can condition sexual intimacy;
Creator and creation
Can condition the Tao;
Perceiver and perceived
Can condition the change of mind states;
Perceiver and perceived
Can condition experience;
Infinity and the finite
Can condition spacetime reality.
The finite proceeds from the infinite;
Finite mind proceeds from infinite mind;
Duality proceeds from the transcendence;
The defined proceeds from the undefined;
Distance proceeds from infinite space;
Linear time proceeds from absolute time;
Mass proceeds from energy;
Finite speed proceeds from infinite velocity;
Personalities proceed from personal energy;
Individual will proceeds from original will.
Stoner Times
We were North Park's time-wasting bandits
Never farther than arm's reach
From the community water pipe.
Letting entertainment
Pour lucid and free,
Curious natural;
Running streams of the mind;
Giving focus
To the most inane thoughts.
Can you dream seen things
If you've been blind from birth?
Is a small child ghost adorable
Or should we show some fear?
If our friend with hash
Turned up on our step,
Extra layer of altered perception
Moved us all
To expert level;
Young bodies,
A room away,
Moving exquisitely,
Slo-mo trance.
Questionable practices
Would need marginal policing,
Larry,
Last night,
Getting caught
Putting the house gerbil
Into the microwave.
When full moon came
On a windless night,
A synchronicity
Made a strong showing.
All four,
And sometimes five,
Of our heads
All hummed like tuning forks,
Sensation of the twilight zone kind,
Feeling invisible fishing string,
Pulled taut tight,
All four skulls,
And sometimes five,
Being held hostage
By the strict military book.
Hanging by this telephone wire
High symmetrical magic twine,
We dangled there
In mid air;
It began to play us ear-to-ear
Making strange violin-like vibration
From a rhythmic back-an-forth.
It was never easy to tell
If we were enjoying this sick trip
Or visiting southbound neighbours
In a sketchy nightmare hell.
Stupid Ideas
Stupid ideas,
The origin an outcome
From heads of the stubborn
Too lazy or dumb
To make good use
Of our power to apply
The much needed thought
For weeding out error
From our true treasure: truth.
There is no excuse.
Might is right?
Dad would win all fights.
When children are newly born,
A raise of his boot,
A quick slam own,
Another successful
Championship title defended,
Let's start working now,
On those dead child's
Pressing funeral plans.
Humans are animals?
We don't go to prison,
After a day of duck hunting,
Three dead in the back
Of the pickup truck,
To serve justice
With a 20 year sentence.
Obeying rules
Is a valuable human outcrop?
Obeying a will
Outside your own
Makes you your own pretender
To your own personal throne.
People no longer
Have relations with you;
They're tolerating a version,
A cardboard you.
We are the body?
If you are the body,
You have the unenvious
Unfortunate position
Of belonging to me;
An owner's proposition.
You're left with a vulnerable,
Ownerless you;
I plan taking full avantage
And do as I wish I could to you.
