Interstellar Saviors

Posted on May 15, 2012 by CK

In the middle of the morning
At the start of a day
I saw the beaming lights of distant
Loving people finding long waves
From celebrated corners of the fairest stellar side
They came to give us pleasant dreams
Came to help us find
In those beams of blistered vision
Pulling up to heaven
There was no resistance from the lambs
Floating into mother ship’s wombs
Landing in new feet again
This is the future we had dreamt
A utopia of science and emotion
The religion of standing still
And the blasphemy of angry will
Sent this vessel first to extinguish
Now to experience a wandering flight
Into what was once considered night
Now it’s seen as it unfolds
To be a long story not yet told
Our insignificant stance in the infinite dance
Of matter and importance none
The energetic transfer all to one
In magnetics we find solitude
Or disperse into a wash of atomic color
I await this coming wave
An invasion of the norm
The mighty ships of pirates
Arrive to free the earthly slaves.

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Posted on May 13, 2012 by CK

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Black Godess

Posted on May 11, 2012 by CK

Coffee makes me love
Even before I stir
My heart is open to the world
I take the medicine for being
By the mouth without seeing
The true glory of the day
It always comes true
With the mouth watering ensues
The brilliant awakening of cells
The super heightened manic bend

I give myself to you black goddess
My occupation depends on your benevolence
Your encouragement is sweet
It glides and softens too
I find my way through
An otherwise foggy day
Far from the San Francisco Bay
Where I first saw your face
You were everywhere in my way
Helping me to stay awake
Through the trying days of twenty-three

Now we’re an undefeatable team
Sometimes in true true black
Accompanied by a snack
Or augmented by sugar and cream

Bait Trap Run

Posted on May 10, 2012 by CK

In the middle of the day
I found something to say
It was waiting all the while
In its own peculiar style

It told me to tell you so
That the words don’t matter all
That the blast of common truth
Will overshoot the Lincoln’s Booth

I will take this as a warning
That the words will hide the morning
Will wait until they’re hungry
For a taste of my soul
Then it will swallow me whole.

A Mess, but That’s OK

Posted on May 9, 2012 by CK

Clear my mind from alter ending
Giving true gifts not lending
Things are soft all through the middle
This moment has a beauty little

Soothe in to sweet beginnings
Leaving all that hassles shining
Glitter pieces of the past
Come tempting telling this won’t last

It’s a trial on standing view
Of all my peers the verdict soon
It comes through with clear and clamor
Down comes the judgement’s hammer

If in fact I shall rise to gallows
For this crime of being shallow
I will wave to all my friends
Knowing that we see the end

Into silence into walls
The blinking eye of destined call
Believers of the the candid rule
Will fight until it makes a fool

In the sign in bold abandon
It will hurt not to imagine
Colors bursting through the night
On this inter confidential flight

Will with married connected soul
Lets the children fall to holes
Brandished with a sign of mercy
They may come to words terse

More undoing worthy waiting
Makes my day free of hating
Going south into the minefield
Until the open sores are healed

Giving Ghosts Gifts

Posted on May 8, 2012 by CK

I smell fresh roses on the subway
Are my ghosts here too?
Can they visit inhospitable places?
Pass through me drawing out memory

It’s always unexpected when it happens
An overwhelming sense of calm
More than déjà vu or melancholy
It’s the wave of true sensation

It passes so brusquely
As if only to taunt my motion
Leaving only memory, a pale emotion
Compared to time and space travel

Thank you for the flowers
On this grey Spring day
Even if their presence quiets
A disillusioned way.

How can a mortal give gifts to a ghost
Passing things across the ether
We can only accept
Until the great gap is bridged.

Two Sides of the Same Side

Posted on May 6, 2012 by CK

Blinding love?
Or the way I usually see?
Which do I prefer
There is magic and spoof
Intuition and the hard edge
I’ll make it all up if I have to
This is unreal
When I feel the spark hit the tinder
I wish I could articulate better
The two sides of what’s hindered
My own walls
Pride and meaningless fear
Things of vapor I hold dear
What will I do
With the two
Ways of seeing
What if there are more
Through the barricaded door
I could use force
To alter the course
Or soften the responsive blow
With a hammer of gold
The alchemists tool
To undo the frozen elements
Find out where peace went
Out the door of chances
In the uninhibited dance
I’m melting into loving sounds
As the warm bliss surrounds.

The Separation of Time

Posted on May 2, 2012 by CK

It often starts the same way, with no thoughts and no direction. It’s almost like a prayer: I am open and willing to be led into the spirit of giving. Sometimes the thread weaves into a beautiful web, intricate and decidedly serene. Sometimes the wandering lust manages a coup, and away to the battlefield we go. Today, I don’t know. It seems like we’re just here. We’re here in the train going nowhere. The distance varies in theory, but the destination remains the same. It’s not the philosophy of present moment hogwash. It just the kiss of time as she breezes by. She leaves us with debris and belongings. I often forget to thank her for the living gifts. Today it is still and right. Each moment a fluid circle.

Rotten Tree of Love

Posted on May 1, 2012 by CK

I don’t want to be angry any more.
I wish to fly unencumbered through the life of dreams.

Awake and silently softening I desire to see this illusion as real.

The negative ions serve to balance a bottom-heavy life. But now, to negate further, they burden with their imposition.

Let the wild breezes flood through the damp hallways. This area must be cleansed. It is ready for a sweeping motion.

What if it’s all replaced by love? What will the story lack then? In truth the balance will be restored in full, by the necessary ill conveniences.

This exercise serves to show that we are infinitely graced with luck and wonder. If only it could be true at every turn of the eye. If only my goodbyes could be untainted by the heaviness. It unfolds with great turns in this beloved dark hovel. There will be plenty for all if the records are straight and the bent wheels hold fast to the path. A challenge is met when the money is bet on the growing sensation of love. It comes up from beneath the rotten tree nourished by water and decay. If I lay beside and wait, as much is to be gained as by digging into the past. Hiding a face from this manic pace won’t last.

Howling Wolf Blues

Posted on April 30, 2012 by CK

It takes courage to sing
To let out the wolf’s blood
Let in rain into the mouths of their prey
Accosted by the naysayers
Yet still unwavering
Into the moon’s waning ear
The strains of earthly summer tunes
Improvised by shutting out the noise
From the orchestrated blues
Sometimes she must run
To escape the mounting tension
And build up the well
Until the levees burst violence
Spray the walls with blood red calm
Wanting to do no harm
But the chemical is strong
As the pull of the goddess mothers face becomes undeniable
She reaches down into the belly
Where the fiery pain burns
Where the gestating movement approaches critical mass
Stand straight, here comes the rain
And a thundering howl claps across the American sky.
The ones who were waiting the longest
Are satisfied by the sound
And the beast deflates into a shell
Defeated in the true glory of nature
The sounds and the cells absorbed
Into a stark, silent western landscape.

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