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HAPPINESS NOW

Allow your thoughts to fly and flutter

there's invisible mountains in the sky

neverending imagination ain't a lie

petals proliferate perfume invitingly.

A reckoning of things beyond stars,

Dreams, the cocoon of consciousness

Undoubtedly a very peculiar pursuit

THE GRAY LAKE 

the gray lake quivers and mirrors

appearance of a hunting vulture who glides

and then time ceases

clouds fade together, forming forever

the misery ritual which hides the happiness

a sorrowful drizzle dancing on skin

giant sculptures of giants with weapons

malicious electricity startles them awake

and they become breathing barbarians

quickly hurry we must hide

but nothing presents itself except a death

which soon we faithfully embrace

creation is a dark lake, awakened ancients

the trembling realization of no tomorrow

because our world is gaunt grave cannibal

ONLY DEATH

Only death, he thinks. Only death shroud

He cradles the bones of his beloved

in his lean arms, tanned by the travelling

through desert mountains. Nothingness

He steps meticulously with sandals

upon multicolored jagged rocks of earth

and finds a cave in the starving night.

The howling wind haunts him, perceiving

a great ghost echoing frightful presence.

He huddles and hugs them white bones

which glow in the entering moonlight of

the grim cavemouth, whispering things.

Soon slumbering, thunder and lightning

shake him awake. The dear bones do go

rattling from his clutching care, because

he had em like a child with a teddy bear

A rainstorm pours a billion bullets now,

the sheets of sleet beat. Ethereal dream

Sky rivers flooding fluorescent streams.

He sheds a shawl wrapped nicely about

and joins the shower naked. Opportunity

for ablution. Wash clean, energy please.

The water is thunderstorm warm. Drink.

Fetching the remnants of absolute love,

utilizing the skull as a gourd, he savors

the freshness, finishing with a grimace.

The sensation of wet skin, pitter patter,

the tingling triumph, all spark reflections

and memories and neverending treasure

Oh decaying romance, what will be left

for this reality? We have always known a

different dimension perpetuates us, but

the thought of transcending the wicked

world of ceaseless scientific speculation

carries creation. Only throu time can we

discover new destiny. Our every loveliest

dance, every kiss we shared the bliss of

our experience. Now the cells of my lover

just float away from me. My screaming

vibrates emptiness, juxtaposes lightning,

then dissipates as if it never even exists.

What seems is only for a time. The man

forgets the philosophical frenzy forever.

Super forlorn strong as the storm

rages, divining the wretched turmoil and

gaunt grace. Awaiting the new day, goes

into the cave and relaxes to meditation.

ANXIETY

Attached to black ancient trees,

nerves redeem stillness tomorrow

Bloom and decay a dim dance,

through time with phantoms kiss.

charm of a grand sallow candle

silhouette shadow flickers portals

Jesus juxtaposing like television

MELANCHOLIA

the melancholy world melts away

And the fingertips of death caress.

void, an insufferable moment

the timeless terror trickling torture

MOONLIGHT RAINBOW

A vivid rainbow through the sparse pine leaves

in the black starless sky, in the bright moonlight.

foggy waves of ether curling like candle smoke

caress the child into infinite reveries of soft love

THE END

once things resolve themselves in rhythm

enhancing what never seemed real enough

we wonder whether the truth glues time

lost through eternally triumphant maze.