The High Muse

I love it when the Thunder wraps it's arms around me.
That's really the only time I feel safe
At home.
I claim the invention of rain on a window pane.
A depressant, a relaxer.
Heaven is a small greenhouse with a fire burning inside and a thunderstorm burning on the outside.
The High Muse.
That's all I have to say.

Magmatic Fluidity

Gathered around in leather boots,
And wool coats,
And wooden guns,
And cotton minds.
Ties and cigars.


A quarter cut from a fallen log.
They rest on the worms and weevils.
In a black and white picture
The Sun
Light
Layers the scenery.
A midday fire,
Not for warmth,
Not for light,
But for the minds,
And the Hearts,
And the smell.
Loggers.

The Robotic Presidents of The United States of America

The Robotic Presidents of The United States of America

The Robotic Presidents of The United States of America

Not
only
did
some
people
forget
about
Nature,
but
some
never
realized
it
in
the
first
place.

O Andromeda!

With my great peering eye
I see you
Your beautiful face
I wish to wisp
My hands through
Your ethereal and gaseous existence
Bright life
I feel as old as you
I understand my wish
To move as slow as you do
Such a fragile coalescence
No
Such a fragile dance
So content and humble and undesirous
Wafting through time
BUT I AM DESIROUS!
God I want you
So unfathomable it is though
I admit my obsession
An obsession for obliteration
Kind of like flapping my wings through ether.

No words of mine will make you see it.

This is from somewhere but I know that it wasn't the only place so I'm not going to give them credit. Plus I'll expand on it.

No, sorry, I left my thinking cap at home. It just wouldn't fit in the building, sorry.

Road of Terror

In the mind of Billy
He is dead
No matter the functioning
Of his body
His mind
They both speak Gutter
French and German
They both mutter and stutter
French and German
Wishful thinking
Thinking is purple
For Kings do it the most
Rather Kaisers
The dead fill the risers
At my school Of fools and tools
Who reproduce like mules
Messenger from a far away
Place
A flat nose and face
You see
The World is at War
A Global conflict
Gangrenous infection
And trench foot
Blinded eyes
And lungs cook
Boys like Billy
Seated against trees
With their eyes shut
And their mouths ajar
But he's not from afar
He's your neighbor
He is you
And your best friend
Too

A vast desert
Within a Giant's grasp
Each glinting grain of sand
Housing a Dragon
Imagine
Along the glowing
Star's surface
Black hot holes
To fill the worlds
Whorl and whips
It's lashing tongues
Lick
And we must submit
With no human wit
To
Save us!

What do you want me to want you to say?

I love you.

The Barnard 68

Or Barnard 68
I am focused on this as an artistic creation. This is only the beginning of the creation, no pun intended.

I was riding up the hill this morning and the sun was being screened by Safeway, but I could still see the halo of light around it. Not to make this religious or anything. I realized how important reflections are to our survival. And by our survival I mean our eyesight. I started wondering how we measure the reflectivity of substances or even if we do. Why is the radiated information not absorbed completely by the substance? There have to be laws on reflectivity, I can't find them on the internet... kind of. Maybe I haven't looked hard enough but also maybe I want to think that I've found something scientific for which to endeavor. Also I'm becoming increasingly and acceleratingly more interested in void. It's not really void because there is no point in the universe where you would be unable to detect light or radiation. So it's not void. So what is it? Back to reflectivity. Nothing reflects 100% of the information received. Nothing is perfectly reflective.(note artistic concept) Because if it were perfectly reflective it would dissipate because it would be unable to receive any energy. Also what are the differences between the reflecting of physical waves and electromagnetic waves? Maybe the substance begins to match the frequency of the waves and then begins to emit those same waves but the energy used to change it's frequency is used and that's the loss in information or rather the change. Then since it's against the nature of that substance to vibrate at that certain frequency it returns to it's natural frequency after it has reflected the received information. Mirrors reflect heat. Someone somewhere must know why the certain material inside white paint makes it white paint because we perceive it to be white paint because it reflects multiple wave lengths of color. Someone tell me who knows.

Like Scales On A Fish

Rivers flow
Down
Down through the bark
Rivers flow!
Serenading flow
Our rivers flow
I want to be buried in the silt that the rivers flow over
Much more comforting than my bed
My current bed
Water music
Or singing
Flowing choir
Don't forget about the mountains
They don't flow
But how could they?
How could the mountains flow?
Dreams are kind of liquid like
Yes, I'll trust that description
Trust it!

I'm sorry for this crap filler pseudo-poetry.

Pulchritudinous Irish

Haight-Ashbury

I'll create this once I'm deprived of enough sleep.

Nothning

Like lightning but
A LOT LESS EXCITING.

Imagine you are in the western plains of the U.S
And the land is completely flat
And it's 3 in the morning
And you are miles from any city
And there isn't a single cloud in the sky
And you are laying on your back facing the Universe
That's what makes me the happiest

Weather Report

The north part of the state is experiencing a drought of tears
While the southern half is still flooded with smiles

A Map of My Heart

Avant-gard

An aegis to every man, woman, and child.
I'll be the protection
I'm The Aegis
The Bulwark
Rome would fall before I would
An ever shifting and morphing sanctuary
Adytum

So what if I use Thesaurus.com. Does that make my poetry less genuine? But then again, why do I look for obscure words? So that my reader will have to look it up? So that I seem like a deeper person? A more mysterious person? A more intelligent person? I do remember the obscure words that I look up and use. No. Now I've found a rationalization for trying to impress people. I'm trying to spread knowledge.

Heaven is out of reach to
The giant rumbling arms of the Earth
And its stinging breath
And its fires
And Mother Nature
The Good's own personal hermitage
Lake Oswego.

Clandestine Blights, Plights, and Woes.