holographic thoughts words...

rough transcriptions from earlier versions...
gonna record this one real soon...

dried up
========
dried up and centered without any water
plotting out death like some linear hunger

who done it, houdini?
who tied up and dried up jetsreams harborning rain?
whats the point of a death valley
when a desert is swallowing
decandance oscilating arrogance thru ignorance
invading...arsenic like draughts
cracked tiles without grout
breaking the ground
reminiscent of the tigris and euphraties
curving back around
there's free coffee and doughnuts in the broke lounge
and more threats to read about
like rabies found by touching flying bats
called vampires masquerading
as tribes or cities and towns
or people gangraped
in countries that people claim they found...

dried up and centered without any water
plotting out death like a linear hunger

environmentalists and trancendentalists are falling
over
like ski accidents from an upper mountain's ridge
agriculture is cutting itself out like
some freestyle polar shift
resultive
weather patterns unpredictable
feel the urge that this might be the last time to
go to the beach and check out bikinis
combinations of high heat, insanity, and severe results
leading to disease... pattern out to feeding frenzies
paralleling civil wars in humanity
watch the great white sharks jump out
greenhouses gases and greenless pastures
55% waterless like areas in the u.s. geographically
pressured Texas, Georgia...South Carolina
reflective to geologists
global warming psychologists of la nina...
watching spain joins a harvestless part of the
oceans in humanity...like africa noted in 2011
with an apparently skewed equator burning land
like a laser pointer in the i's of irrigation
agriculture
overinvasive manmade contaminations
because nature loves us so very much...

dried up like centers without any water
cycles of death like some linear hunger

who done it houdini?
who witnessed places like ethiopia and somalia
going crazy?
just focus on aids suffering
while refugees make journeys like moses and mohammad
from the sudan and kenya
synchronized with an increase in crime
and international terrorism
refuge in anger and flock to yemen
where global unification is killed like a pre-atlantean
continent bigger than china, who suffered dust storms
so severe, there were united nations warning
draughts follow and burn like pepper spray
occupy the vacant fishless dried up lakes...

there's free coffee and doughnuts in the broke lounge
who done it houdini?
possibly a cyclone of operations once funding our species
priceless.
there's free coffee and doughnuts in the broke lounge.
so stay hydrated.

gasoline
========
44 billion gallons of gasoline
68 million cars that need to feed

toxic emissions like bullions of snake venom
combust like an invisible blooming flowers
watered down into organic compounds
called liquid explosives
everyday misinformed knowledges
in powerful situations
of nature just like urine, but combined with
fractional distillation
prohibition brings pedals deteroirating
like guning a falling accelerator
necessary for transportation
jet black chimney like soot
corpse flowers cant touch this
dominant essential oil that smells
so good and the fumes are comparable to
moroccan blue chamomile
frankensense and myrrh
musky scents at the pumps
all the while people stare parked on the curb
watching clocks run out of batteries
the prices are bouncing like economies
dont bring someone giving birth
itll spark pistins in a carcinogenic
twisted form of a blunt
volatility in unison with heat

20 million more barells for gasoline
925 million mouths to feed

horse race crawl
stock markets rise and fall like
pedals on the gasoline flower
crises of continental energy consumption
based on contents valued at lower or hotter
energies. descend like flattening tires
get higher in temperatures like a lit cigarette
dont throw it...raise your bloodpressure til
the gas prices go down
fiberglass insulation
scratch off more meals and persuation
from newspapers leaving holes
in the pieces connecting
long lines at cheap gas stations
overflowed and
exploding with all kinds of energy
itll take you back to the times when
.35 cents was high
compression ratios
dont make sense because
everything is so
dense like humidity
teratogenitically
regardless of terminology
maximum overdrive is a great metaphor
when cars and fuel become more valuable that people...

7 billion breaths alive that hardly speak
311 million mouths dividing these
20 million crude barrels for gasoline

the pumps wind like snakes
that hump loose and capless gas tanks
they all just wanna be closed
tight not flappy wappy
fixed with a certain price to budget
for economically living
wash away the money
divorced like banks from finances
bloody laundry
authors of savages
shallow trajectories like all the droplets
of originality unveiling energy solutions
into wildfires and tragedies
victims of sanity and mustered
up reactions to confusion
with

44 billion gallons of gasoline
68 million cars that need to feed
20 million more barells for gasoline
925 million mouths that need to eat
7 billion breaths alive that hardly speak
20 million crude barrels for gasoline
44 billion gallons of gasoline

iris normal [explicit]
===========
i remember the first time i saw you baby
through myself; i was just fuckin looking at you
with my iris normal..
and iris normal's one who looks out from talkboxes
glowing with glee and subconciously just flowing...
iris normal with her pupils dialectically and contradictionally
just speaking... i don't know me...

her staring shifts gears from nuetramagina
deus ex machina... eyes flicker down like buddhist-latin chants
appreciative of morally whacked and clouded hands
as iris normal looks up to see a television screen through a mirror
and a drug addict actress until she feels like go time is coming nearer
theres a skeletal kind of atmosphere
then she feels some devillish gouging claws scratching her soul away
slowly and can't breathe because...
she thinks the
flowing water
is slowly thawing and absorbing oxygen she's been breathing
as well as her mask of confidence thats been being unveiled as flawed and clawed up coattails...

she recollects while realizing
that when she was younger
she might've wanted to grow up too fast and be on t.v.
she can't get her mind out of the past...
but she does begin to fantasize in vast amounts
of traumatized and paranoid bouts inside thoughts
that affect her brain to open her tear ducts
in an attempt to let some out...

feels like a semblance of hollywood-
like mountains
pushing fresh air through all the pollution that's become
like a monetary forgery of good fucking morals flawed emotionally
spend them. life is linguistically there to touch the edges of worn out heels
and cursing pumps from iris normal, who feels sickned when she relives
the words coming out of her best friend's mouth who says
iris normal's finally overdosing
center self with fit, put on something
that shines and sparkles with this optimism of artful...like the woman she wanted to be
and is...

iris normal and her embryonic fibrovascular break down like a
fuckin glass of water...

flashbacks hit again and she saW the most strikingly similar hallucination
to a lifetime...victimized because of victims likened to cocaine
and apparent other normal hollywood stuff...
she sees herself getting knocked up and taking a plan b to cover up
the scent of a misspent life by flooding the box with other groceries...
like pimped out channeled nuerosis she hits up the crackhead on the corner
and coasts... "go time" is close...

iris normal wakes up crying and screaming
the irresponsibility and delusion
of the flashing t.v. just intruded through her poisoned privacy...
she realizes her eyes are bloodshot,
she's overdosing on cocaine,
and she hears a thud...
when the mirror lights up and turns into a television set...
she sees herself on the other side and cries...

i remember the first time i saw you baby
thru myself i was just fuckin lookin at you
with my iris normal

pointalism
==========
stray bullets shift jeeps
caught like a fishnets ceasing nature
ceasefire
ancient stories fall
asleep
we watch some wandering in wonder
the cannons, canyons and more machine gun fire
river euphyrates fly like a flock of cranes
with some radix fractionally devised representation in
rocks with momentum in bars and bullets and dots
fogging fear into a lack of resources like clothing strip'd bare
scattered like the wings and feathers of an dead wise old owl
and crushed craniums that never thought this would happen

social realism
flouresces like nile red
reverse polarized flow stains the hillsides out east
target the omnipresence of the golden calves instead of
the hierogylphs shish kabob'd like practical linear unrest
souls radiate then levitate
with lands turned to dust
ceasewater
then castigate with
some gigantic holocaust museum
of fire like irrigation turned fuel
and napalming...
inspire
bubbling up stonehengically to hegemonitize hypnotically
sideswiped lives in an electronic vortex tornadoing
broken ladders partial ropes and twitching wings
fumigate and draw the symbol of death in the form of a dove
blame the dead for "taking this world from eyes wide shut"
nervously flooding languages prodigal to armenian-kurdish genocides
relocating into the handiwork of leaders carved into living rocks
unmagical bars and dots and bullets thrust into the wicked eyes
of a sorcery building some brick wall on the front of a symbol
foreseeing annihilations of
innocence in numbers irrational like
fluids glued to sticky traces
of currencies and murderous riptides
with resources lacking
focus scatters
shadows moved like figures swarming through divine tragedies
with beautiful mythical women
jumping out of a window for freedom
its treason from the sidereal sky
conjure up this melting pot and pour it
molten ladel burn this world to storage
memories solidify like stories
punctured holes all pointalized and stormy

forecast
========
we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
of stormy hydrologically cycling
hurling rain...

2 the beach down below
rippling out the tidal forces
from ixchel the mayan moon goddess...
aptly renamed georgia...
y el mundo esta lo mejor de todos las tiempos
nosotros ganamos para que gritamos
like blood types hissed and languages mixed
or forecasts...

none of which we can predict...

but the forecast says
television is a screen to phase out
and space out to mesospheric
dualistic preconcieved mental constructs
theres nothing to learn from
its based on clouds in the sky
which darken as it implies
botox your face to prevent disgracing
some made up idea about beauty
visible on the commercials following
this beast called the earth

we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
of stormy hydrologically cycled
hurling rain...

that whirls uncontrollable pattern that swims
in fences and nets we should curl up like fetal
positioned babies
and avoid any endorphins
because plans are for casting
abortions like stones...
skip the stream on the computer screen
to look at some ghosts
filled with spinal cords
twisting around as more lightning bolts
spark the sounds of trees falling...
that keep sprawling all over the place
when stocks are falling
yet sterling with silvery prices
like automobiles thawing and screetching
through the slippery streets
where people are freezing
and rolling their windows down
to smell millionare vagrances
reaching every town across every continent
and the forecast says its gonna be a hot one

we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast

and journalists are dying trying to profit
on pictures and dismembered human beings
cut up by sacrificial leaves organized
like a fall filled with things always rotting
the earth feels frozen yet the sun keeps burning
invasive eyes are numbing
and the solstices of a black hole have been mourning
the loss of control thats been sucked up and regurgitated
like intelligence based on mechanical yet
invisible animated
switches and characters that cause landslides down
near the melting glaciers
drink the water
or filter it and send it to some draught-ridden countries...
unless you can't think straight

we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
of stormy hydrologically cycled
hurling rain...
beach down below mirrors the
the human conciousness
which gears all over the place
and a mine caves in
go seek some shelter...
called the world...
quicksanding and unpredictable
unpredictable like the wave of the warlock...

we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
of stormy hydrologically cycled
hurling rain...
beach down below
rips out the sides of the cliffs
near home owners association
dissing the world of plastic
salinizing like a deep sea fish
struggling to make it as
turkey in reef
get caught
wrapped up in the news and stuff

til we fly thru the clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast

registration
============
tides and trees and blowing winds
glad to see the witnesses
anxious leaves just burst to fall
off the trees beside the walls

planted in sidewalks
decimals of drainage rocks
dug in a hole next to concrete
silhouettes from the quarter moons turning them into sounds

trees grow up and branches surround
registration lights of sound

from the unveiled source in the sky
lighten up around a christmas tree
cubicle units of numbers notched in buildings
beside the oxygenating photosynthesized trees on the outside
all powered by lights in the mathematically multiplied
shiny coats of leaves
stronger than the summer winds blowing the breeze
within neighborhoods and neighbors and friends
individuals and families individualized indivisible
speaking below the trees again
tied up in power lines
where life is registered by the universal seething power of
invincibility inconcievably skewed
and thru the doppler shifts are sonically captured truths
enlightening pieces and peace is relaxing in clues
alongside hundreds of children and elderly beings
hunched with people walking slowly flying out from what used to be a seed
its just the way life could be all grown up

gunning for success
dont trip on no guns
shrinking like unrest
tensions pinch into wisdom

hidden in trees from dying leaves
below the tree of life
and beside of the trees outside
are the homeless
marking scents like some dogs
bababark
falling from winter back into spring
bellowing back
comfort leaves from a preluminescent fall
or a winter breeze
systemic negativeness
coronal and sliding down like maturity
unfolding into dampened thoughts
across the wall from spectroscopically
resynchronized into orbit like
a satelitte periscope
lookin up from the world encased in water
and loosened by bipartisan shops
from the heavenly sights
that are fresh like watering thoughts
seeking truth
speaking like lights and trees
that grow cleansed by the lands
north and south
east and west
winding around
underneath a tree in oakland
a fibonaccian swirl
or the bronx from groundcovered freezing hibernative laws
of roots growing ready to register into sun
seasonally and annually naked and lost
or infrastructured simply without being crushed
like red pepper pieces falling outta secrets
for getting women naked with a breath of some thesis
in absorbing light
intentionally with the best wishes
passing thru the trembling thoughts and wavy streets
hand holding
hands holding hands holding
surrounding agriculture
from multicultural fountains
full of pennies forged from copper
and trees swaying in the wind

trees grow old
with everything
registration
lights to sound

tides and trees
and blowing winds
glad to see the witnesses
anxious leaves that burn to fall
off the trees inside the wall

triangular pinball
==================
blades communicate better than integrities
forged with metal...wielded like a spiral
a barbaric axe and canes hooked on the wall
beside a dilapidated frame of a former lawyer
turned dictator and human abuser all come crashing down
with the tons of gold and more lives that he stole
and never found...as he runs like diarreah alive
dehydrating into some iconic fishing town
after prohibiting free speech, liberties
and freedoms of thought, he asks a wounded
ex-soldier to bring him meat on a daily basis
so he wont get caught...
nato forces out cause...

mr. roughed up stalagmite
mr. tough like a parasite
slooping down on his empty world
disconnects disconnected and out of touch with the ghosts
dude gets all emotional when he looks at a photo
of his former self, swiping metals and more gold
while in kuwait where theres a scent of fear lingering
and screaming like subtle strong earthquakes
catching him uptight in a paradox
he looks back on his thrown away life
of mistrust...the lack of pride
grows into a stinky kind of rustic
dirt smell which might just metaphorize into karma...
afterall rumors say he killed the last persian lion
and stuffed it...
like a barell filled with toxic waste
he set oil wells on fire and stole more from kuwait
which affects global trade
before blaming it on the wrong countries
claiming them responsible for turmoil engulfed
problems on his own territory...
mr. roughed up stalagmite
mr. tough like a parasite
and his empire encased in atmospheric logical fallacies
based on populations existing naturally

when the clouds darken with water-hunting sunlight
the memories accumulate and he loses his concious
mind to insanity before he's found and tried
before his peers...

mr. melting carcass gets hung and stuck in limbo
suspending for millions of years he took away
in casualties that he seemed to oversee clearly

and the stories are so violent
more plots to dig up for cable yet
the internet sites flicker
like a triangular pinball machine
everybody gathers
who wants to see and possibly absorb
some sicko's screaming scours
and watch him hang...

trenches
========
imagine bones and birds in some holes
and torn down buildings
near imperialistic control centers
but spatters of blood like slime
are right beneath...
the rubble of chemical clouds touching the feet
creating some dark wormhole
to freeze then into now
and theres nowhere to go but down
in the trenches
where theres a huge war for power
preventing global consenus
trust becomes familiarly peculiar
and defenseless
across the atlantic
media telegraphs mimic
distant memoirs about
a larger than life scale slithering around
the whirlwind of mustard gas
tearing holes like a whaling ship from capt. ahab aground
on steroids and fear engulfs every world territory
while simultaneously producing the drago doctrine
to tense with the hardened muscles over a spectroscopic pond
watch mistakes in eco-politcal polices come around like espionage
mistrust triplicates from alleged accusations and dissipated
safe havens winding around blown out streets in a precursor
to the loss of lives and trees
mortar shells that morph bloodstreams into numerous types of disease
bear witness to the stoic world wars unleashed
that grabs the hemispheres by the neck
and wipes humanity off its feet

trenches with clouds of the chemical overtake the streets

casualties off the richtor scale and bloodsoaked soils
encompass battlefields distressed and needing an end to cracked helmets
from hard hearded imperial dictators and empires
hacking into innocent lives torn away from locked up ideas
of civil disobedience and resistance to supression
like the plethora of gas masks westward bound from the soviet union
crowned with edges of warfare laced and etched in blind following
immature ideas of mind controlling for the masses to die
choking in...
the trenches irrigated with blown out eardrums
its looks like lead and dead people are on the menu
as life through teargassed eyes synthesizes with
toxic compounds emitting before they flatline into cardiac arrest
26MM grenades liquify explosives and lethal fumes like turpinite
parasite like the ruthless whack job false idols
melting their egos down with mustard gas and skewed ideas of truth and honor
cause lachrymatory igniters cased in shells of fire to burn
worse than napalm before asphixiating the lungs of chlorinated human beings
engineer and massacre blood like the machining blister that irritates and consumes...
the ways of a backwards empire pours down like acid rain amongst so many

trenches with clouds of chemicals overrun the news

acute brochitis and gradual suffocation results in troops hesitation
and the calling for
epicenters ethnomasochistically flawed by lives unwound into death
keep gas masks near your crosses and hold your breaths
in hopes that god wont kill you yet because the utmost solemnity
and firmness of the world believes that flaws are all they can be
the waterfalls of armstice
watch fire decay...leaving teared up residue
ruining the riches of lands near the magnetic knees
of every battlefield networked and spiderwebed with pollutants chiseled into history
millions of ghosts revolve into static
weaponry in militaries becoming unpredictable
the claws of a chupacabra beast...living inside of

trenches with clouds of chemicals...
overtaking the streets

arrowhead
=========
beaming light so naturally
spin those roulette wheels
the grapes fall off the trelis
barrelling to ferment
treasure chests of ancient
rusting hands touch curses
pyramids are fluid
roaring irrigation

arrowheads of fortune

downed trees dig like shovels
infusion strikes like midnight
diffuse in sharpened foresight

the grapes fall off the trelis
barrelling to ferment
glow like starlight

arrowheads of fortune

rubber drugs & vietnam
======================
all those fists fury wielded by bruce lee
and kung fu cinematic movies
about some wars getting misconstructed
and misconstrewed from helping
a foreign country called allied
into another thing about power and resources
break like a coffin of glass near
the great wall of china
from a distancing past
with rubber drugs and vietnam

[drug addicts seeping up like shit smells vs fists of fury]

open the door to communication and parallel like sight inside of
therapeutic night vision to darkened shocks about globalization
past nixon whos not a crook like you think
grab the crook and flail and dig up artifacts like mummies
theres a selfdeafening hum of arguments coming from
all these different homes turning into debates
shouting out about invasion in wars like vietnam
to psyche out the prostitutes on
streets of socially uproaring boulevards reliving incantation
when lets get it on sails on radio winds from l.a. to new jersey
and west of houston like a flying saucer
iis comparable to illegal immigrants
misnamed as patrons of lawless thoughts in the battle of the lost
or the battle of los angeles, opposite of woodstock
where whirlwinds of wild muscles from the cycles of the sun
flow like jimi hendrix with a cherokee beat rhythmatically rhyming in
fears temporarily stratosphered into the sky
and horizontally shifted into ears and eyes and thoughts
but subconciously it lingers like the scapegoated magic rugs...
the hippies call them rubber drugs from vietnam

torn up by mental disease with numerous types of causes
non-psychoactively induced brainwashing spits out concious
laxatives or a street drug called l.s.d.
we wonder what happened to timothy leary
and ufos and panama reds and aculpolco golds stick
like thai pieces of purple sashes that are racially stereotyped
and rationed amongst the hills of oakland all the way out to
the lobster catchers in frozen parts of maine and the main mindset
freezing in the midwest is2 stay closed cuz open mindedness is
considered a gateway to get into all the hardcore drugs
that hook you up with thoughts like santa claus...until you're
breathing out like elvis beside of the golden toilet
the california dreams synchronize with class
while mortar stains layer layers of graves of unmarked soldiers look4
freedom with paranoia glazing the loss of sons and daughters all over
strayed away by venerial disease, and pcp, and no self control
drowning in currents and flowers dying bloomed into the world
on hippies stinky shoulders
opposite of vietnam where nearby simple scientists gather
and send over heroin to help people get to the here after
it crosses the seas in beams and waves and amounts never before seen
ingredients pulse thru and poison bodies until the bones
are almost straight up seen through skin and everything
like rubber bounces back into some coffin from a distancing past...
like all the rubber drugs and vietnam...

watch the fists of fury wielded by bruce lee
and kung fu cinema movies til a nuclear missile launching
permanently dehabilitates you
paranoia like strategy would ensue
aftershocking with outrage
brinksmanship
focuses subdue and shifted
into a bunch of useless baby boomer fools
astrological flattened like natal wheels
electroharmonically stomped sniffing peppermint patties
forget the veterans missing in action
theyre all skeletons that the beatles never heard of
colored apples become patents
with no one left to look up to
just all those rubber drugs and vietnam...
bouncing back thru a distancing past...
the rubber drugs and vietnam

komodo replica
==============
the saliva leaves its mark
after the first bites hit
fish and a road scaled with cars
the serpents with feet
filmed on a digital kiln farmed with solar electricity
A SAMURAI SWORD SLICING SECANTS out OF SEMISPHERICAL SPINAL CORDS
gets TANGLEd UP WITH A PIZZA BOX PLACEDON THEWALL
RIGHT BESIDE A POWER CORD WITH PRIMERCOATDPAINT
THE LITES GO OUT ON THE PLANE
THE BUILDINGS-R-SHAKIN BELOW
YAKUZA SHIFT THEIR YACHTS TOWARD TOKYO TREMBLING WITH THEWAVES
YA CRUSIN ABOVE THE SHIFTING DIVERGENT PLATES
ASH SPEWING INSIDE OF THIS TELEVISIONIC FAMILY
WITH WHALE WARS CROSSING CONTINENTAL BOUNDARY LINES
ITS BRILLIANT...
JUST LIKE THE SHATTERING NEON LIGHTS
and the respirators that are breathing in heavy rhythmic
gusts of electricity...
must channel the spiritual cleansing teachings of jeet kune do...
pushing up our muscles with every force we know
"we never thought we'd taste defeat..."
then a megamouth consumes the fishing fleet
alternating in currents of ac and dc or dragon
sticks and yin sticks pulsating chi electrocution
with rounded chinese or octagonical japanese nunchuka
that the blue sharks are honing in zones on
and swooping in on the packs of bloody tuna
viewable on the sony store's plasma screens
til the clocks on the wall stop ticking
the kitanas are falling off shelves
as the nintendo store bay area chapter focusses
on digitally enchanted
enhanced ways to induce mass amounts of finger strengths
and the robots start running away

like long liners of overfishers
amidst the characters depicted under the subtitled star wars cat
wondering where the chunk is my tuna treat
and the fear of getting hit with a heart attack by a hair drier
keeps lifting him back to the
limelights of exploited miniature lions
exploding like astrally projected halogen
laterns across the seas...
its brilliant its brilliant,
just like the shattering nuclear sirens...
from respirators that've breathed in heavy
rhythmatic overconcentrated gusts of technological electricity
honing in on the strange magnetic pulls of
the closed down toy store
where the plastics washing away...
like the falling drops of hydrologically induced acid rain
from overindustrialized planes of selfish egocentrism
blocking out chi
swinging around bows and bow-s before a tsunamical earthquake
and feeding frenzy from the media acolytes of monopolies
and drama-queen-crowned-conflicts mummified in toilet paper
glows with bright pink and gets comicalized on t.v....
slicing out secants of semi-spherical spinal cords...
getting tangled up like rotary phones placed on the wall
where weaponry used to exist as self-controlling farming tools
like sai-s of a triple pointed spade to filter roots and things
and now volcanoes are brewing out west...
the clothing store gets consumed by a set of school fish
wooshing around the plus size section with the fat lady that couldn't get outta the
dressing room
in time and her her vocals are screaming with weight
the clock on the wall has stopped ticking...

as radioactive sands and soils bargain for parts of a spotlight
slicing cosecants out of semiglobular parameciumated power cords
getting tangled up like a pizza crust shaped screens on drywall
glazed with primer coated paint...

the lights are out on the plane....

the currents of riptides were strong

as the radioactivity bonded with a doomsday clock
thawed into the soils surrounding dead plants and giant geese...
near the sea planes docking on shore...
after the samurai sword slicing secants out of semispherical spinal cords...
ennumerates profits into the media by airing a tsunami on the tv...
instead of spending a few million trying to prevent the spread of disease...

the lights went out on the plane...

tainted fresh
=============
cash registers scratch broken records
as they enter the demon
objectify the spirits lost
and necromance them romantically
into thoughtless disrespect for women
bake venerial disease into
lives lived ruined gone

tainted fresh

over nothing
in almost every country
the lives twirl through impossible feats
faster than one of rachmaninoff's hand's heart beats
as abspestos farmers oil their armors
and dress up like knights in shining armor
in europe...across to russia
down to brazil and back to estonia
and latvia...in colombia...
the seaside cities are plagued with more than
indica and sativa
the ground up concrete clouds
sniff and put violence back into clout
but "only in certain places"
like the prison-like complex
shut down by the fbi in texas

and up north in vancouver
i was walking one morning in amazement
at the freezing cold woman in her bikini
taking a picture to advertise herself for craigslist
seeking a false rep and later at night seeking a false rap
i walked down the street where i saw some half-crying woman
flaunting her watermelons like some diseased horny redeye
train...catching things faster than the words that came out of her teary eyes
i guess she found out that she got h i v; and she was yelling
who wants some? i know you want some disease
so i went back to my hotel room and checkd my email
only to get some fuckin spam 2support some sex slavery website ring

tainted fresh and brand new

in oakland on e14th
or international blvd
theres a wolfpack of tricksters
known as prostitutes
and the pimps lift them up
like fuckin no colored redi-whip cans
spray around fizzish physics
police used to have to focus on
busting those kinds of grips
barbie hooker stings tie strings
promote marriage rings
and the worst part was
most of them weren't even 18
and already strung out on crack
or methamphetamine and
and its like some shining fools platinum
lure alluding to immediate
luring in of a fishing town
spin her
and shoot down life with
shiny glocks like holograms
barely alive with no fear in high heels
punishing feet like some ancient
japanese emperor corrupt and practicing
bondage on feet
kind of like what the tortured streets
are becoming in the bigger scheme of things

tainted fresh

some foresight leads a youthful mind to dialate
dissect and theorize emptiness inside
back in2 reality like an expansion of cold darkness
hell is like being frozen and incapable of movement
like the pimps who think theyre so fuckin tough
when they can keep up a sweet calm front
til they rape women in the back room of a strip club
purely entertainment
without regard 2the community
where the parasites fuel the ground below and cellophane up thru the waste
in worlds and wings and soon we'll fly no more...cesspools alive
with pesticides or human leeches that sit beside the trenches
labelled barbed wire fences poking holes in the dermal layer of
defenseless education barely alive and sputtering
screetching tires puncture in holes like mold
with genital warts all for a mocking bird
buisness industrially rabid and fuckin huge...

tainted fresh.

pieces and pieces
=================
theres no such thing as stereotypes or superstitious
from both sides, theyre just pieces of a piece
of a subconscious safety net
consuming fear...
there's a centered atmosphere nearby like
thunder and lightning...and the pieces and pieces
are slowly rendering photoshopping some clouds in the sky
with flying discs...
where sunlight touches the tips of a feather...
like some future time
that lives longer than your soul...
or shotgun shells falling

we bury peace with the pieces that roll off the back of ammunition trucks...
in the worst parts of town... beside the houses like tidepools where
video games spiral through the tears of a future...
where peace fits like a glove and the joystick draws a scope...
with nightvision....
the cross in the middle is older than the first archaeological dig
and its the precursor to every directional finder...
it sprays like a shotty
the seeds germinate with the wind
and bullets see a lifetime when they reach aging fibers
breathing like a life form frozen in formadehydic jekyll sand...
opaque minerals
tougher than a glass piece of ramboard
rolled up and layered out across the galactical floor
etched out of hard hands and high heels
gripping and pulling triggers and patterning trigger phrases
triggering uplifting or depressive phases like
we bury peace with the pieces that roll off the backs of ammunition trucks
in the worst parts of town...

the bridge of hollowed out shells keeps the burned gunpowder angularly
directed like horizontal rain on the night of a harvest moon..
sonic enhancements of pops in the middle of the night
help everyone around achieve deep sleep if theyre alive
the psychological effect remains
cambolted like IKEA frames screwed up until metals been
warped into frustrating sighs...
or some kid in second grade hones in
on a natural born talent for locksmithing...
and winds up with a submachine gun out of a gun
safe...a penny out of a dollar
with power trenches and power trenching...
digging down and hovering over our coated radio towers to wisdom
and somewhere else i could be popping off rounds of a .22 caliber
until it jam'd and then bust out the r.p.g. or dual m-16s...
on the sides of an underwater submerssible and be like a submarine
made for shooting at dying coral reefs...
to put the pieces and pieces of things together
despite the weather and withering tides of superstitions in stereotypes...

there's no such thing as a solar cycle... its just a part of evaporations
in scientifc equations yielding global warmning; and the thawing delicious
heat sinking like fire can be cleaned up and captured...
pannelling the pieces and pieces of thousands of years filled
with useless theories foreseeing this existing fact that
humans know how important understanding is when it floats
slowly and swiftly
to seek some peace unattainable ...like a mass wormhole of radiation
from a coronal mass ejection from a solar cycle.
trends tide like pools made for swimming
and the puffy cotton balls in the sky fall down
into miniature smurfs
until they render off some kind of cooling atmosphere
even in stories from the bible, there's never been a mention of a solar cycle,
its just god's wrath pouring down like a sacrifice from the movie apocalypto...
and hearts are cutting out hearts like games in a tribunal...
its all cholesterol, baby...and there's no bigger picture.
there's no such thing as a solar cycle, its just a piece of a subconcious safety net
called global warming consuming fear...and there's a stable atmosphere nearby
because the earth isn't even alive... its more like a cute little whale
bringing eternal joy and happiness to all species of life...
that are washing ashore, decomposing, and simultaneously being discovered...
the axis in the middle is older than any cross and it rotates like a whirlwind of dust...
sucking up fragments and figments of unimaginative fragrances called trust
regarding the almighty omnipresent human species plagued by what extremists call lust...
we bury climates like we change clothes and we put a logo on every crisis
so that the solar cycles pushing our world into rotation won't blush too much
there's no such thing as a solar cycle, its just a piece of stereotypes or superstition...

civil disintegration
====================
sets of lashes
the tough love whips you
use the softest force
and rot in hell
sadoethnists
masochistically bond you
the braveless fire
spreads thru the fields
run with power
jump into a well
to try and escape
run down the hill
with the calouses
bottoming your shaking legs
and hate feel callous

drinking fountain lashes
the devil has a matchless color
crossing cities like white light
what tribe is it you're from?
what continent are you on?
the melanin gunpowder
smells like violence
sparking memories
like when spears
sailed on winds
or shaka zulu
shocked with
face paint
and made it back home again
respected and skilled
like the original
african martial
artists
separated, segregated
migrate like a taser beam
"now back up or ill shoot you
in the knee" and read some parchment
written in blood
when they leave the congregation
linen's leave like tobacco plantations
or cotton fields where distractions
like carry the large tree around
and dig a grave for your uncle
absorb soils like sugar canes
dont cry when you get a mouthful
of dirt shoved into you...

cattle parallel
to the barbed wired fences
flies buzz like rumors
dissolving about a fall
or crawl across some vacant street
like coldest death from the bluest eye
now they know
and the eyes are looking down
like words set in stone
and stones thrown by jim crow laws
foundations of civil disintegrations...

use and sew
rape and row
knot you up like
gyroscope
hung on a tree
laugh at the way
your knees shake
violently
cloaked with
blood stained
sheets
cover you with heroin
just like the hands
engraving charcoals
that shock eyes
and trance ghosts
into an adrenaline rush
rewinding reflections
like starvations
see error alone
not just some one-legged athletes
join the military
they'll put you in the front
and play genocide
or build some river outta mud
and waddle
speaking snakes
talking about fields
rivers and angels
statuatory stains
infusing aparheid
down this bellowing windpipe
bred for crime
til it drowns
and the parts fly and shatter
such a prayerful sky into
education lacking from
all the powerful minds
just scour at the drinking gourd
you know the way flesh feels
squashed
its a big dipper...
secrets known like
sonatas in worlds of
civil disintegration
covering a moonlight
with war crimes
and conspiracists
threaten your family
jump into a well and
try to escape calloused
with the darkest feelings
shaking legs
when hate feels callous

jellyfishies
============
while doctors negotiate salaries with nanotechnology in mind
jade swords poke up from the syringes of the ocean floors
with venom as cryptographically enlightening as blood spilled
out of a mole, espionaged like a stinging jellyfishy... caught up
in a fishing net...
europe goes pop
the arrowhead made of quartz flops like the white shores
of the cliffs of dover that collapse eventually like those
geologically bound by corrosion and sirens wail
while doctors insert syringes of botox into the fatally flawed
lips of liposucked fronts that used to be living and breathing people
the jade swords sharply slice the corals...
moving like jellyfishies...

swimming all around me

childlike and bent on the idea of being old like mommy and daddy
all caught up in the fishnets of triple x pornography
which causes intestinal tracks to leave the body's sense of awareness
in reality... and the synchronicity gracefully floats and pushes
under the moon
whos been crazed into lunacy
and questions of supressions are stung into infections
on commercials where thin starving innocence
is fatally promoted to charitize figments of percentages
like the nanotechnology from god seen in a jellyfish's spurs
and the jade swords crumble into stinging pain
from the boxes of the doctor's tool chest
cleaned and washed like antiseptical profit
in plain sight, its such a gracefully revised vision
of capitalism meshed together with knowledge and wisdom
that children need more than just some signs on a beach
that they can't even read...
toward the toothbrush and brush your teeth
the ugly side of humanity rears its head and sinks its spurs
instead of sinking back toward the convergent earth
while the doctors grumble about a seven figure salary
being cut into a normal portion of money...

jellyfishies swimming all around me...
jellyfishes swimming all around greed...
jellyfishies swimming all around me...
jellyfishes swimming all around greed...

operation [black hawks]
=======================
like lightning striking down
there's something alive
blind just shelters these

mh-60 black hawks with their infrared senseless
whimsically wrapped around the senses
of grim scents of death lurking
theres belgian malinosis named cairo
after the city which comes from a shepard breed of dogs
sharper than most, and undeniably loyal
to governments of peaceful movements
spaced out from afghanistan in a straightshot
operation neptune spear to pakistan
under the direction of the best american president
who confidently watches troops land in a walled off
makeshift media complex with a war monger
full of fearful consequences
according the new yorker its a moonless night
and the moonlets satelitte and shine
with night vision and a secret service dog
thats also a friend with benefits
from its tapetum lucidium and 23 team six
navy seals from operations highly classifed
concealed only within metaphors of sharp eagle talons
over distant memories of two towers...

senses and black hawks
like lightning striking down
look up from the sky

the 11 oclock hour strikes as the month of may breaks free
with a devgru channeling some spectrum of tools
specifically labelled as a developmental set of gurus
created to connect spiritually with whats happening
as the fearless beads of an amulet watched over by
vice president joe biden bear witness

a 5.56 MM bullet says hello to a struggling chest
and then its squamosal suture which grows a new vein
out through the coronal suture until the six foot four
figure finds sanctuary in a body bag...again
while plastic bags gather evidence that wants
to materialize 5 hours after the prayers of sealed up
plastics contained and contaminating plans like human treason
and unnatural disasters...
find solutions inside intelligence and answers
as a cia agent steps on the tarmac far away
from actively illuminated human deemed no longer conscious
around 3AM...heading off to bagram for a burial at sea...

senses and black hawks
like lightning striking down
look into the sky

legends
=======
black legends
white legends
heavens and earth
stay tensed like a double edged sword
tusks of a warthog and fossilized native americans
triplicate in feelings of bloods sweat fears and burns
from be4 the judgements made after the spanish inquision
if thats what is genocide is termed
with judgment outside a dried pool
in a pyramid chichenitza
ancient astronomy is a figure of speech and
the days unfold like sound waves, but cyclical
north like the tomahawks out east
mitochondrial
cells scale
into diseased balding feathers
of a molten quetzalcoatl
the rounded triangles rotate and pixelate
into arrowheads of quartz or pyramids symbiotic with power
shot into the armors from the armadas of conquistadores
purified with bacterial flaws
burn shelter
drop bodies and codices are lost
without traces or sights of sacrifice
cut up a heart...
western shores key largo first
distort already imprinted minds
fuel is fear and native blood is sweat
considered a form of godgiven fate
watch the families moan
like influential pieces put on
an influenza
plate
theres nothing to understand
or know about invading a territory

just legends
cracked heavens

savagely...
like falling volcanos
watch them all crawl
swords and thrones
the molten lava flow
bring over horses with fleas
and canines diseased
as soon as they reach the shore
pyramid schemes and rounded triangles
in legends

put up a front
sweet sweet benevolent conquistadores
montezuma was so happy when you reached the shores
and took over mexico city
reflective like the shinest sword
stabbed by a white lie
its a pleasure to give up the gold
and el dorado is just north you know
genocidal whacked legends
faces masked like fraud
first hand accounts say
that of course,
when the spanish came
it was like a conglomerate bank account
with predefined symptoms
of unrelenting control

craniums wind up buried
diaries end up burned
women and children are raped

with burning riddles
and knocked out questions
black legends
white legends
heavens and earth
stay tensed like a double edged sword

bank$
=====
something else
goes bankrupt
you know you're
too big to fail

atm machines spit out cash
gotta keep the streets clean
whiplash effects
anuerysm ridden old folks homes
speaking with tongues
drooling like taser gun victims
dragonslayering
like firey ammunition
flaring red sparks in love
with overdraft fees
credit card companies recruit these
kids fresh outta grade school
and someone else
says nothing helps
everyone else is healthy
like the bbw aka big breasted woman
roll thumping in her
killer whale spirit
entrancement
occupy members
all dance around
it...
theyre fantasizing about
holding bricks of gold
like babies wearing silky white
bath robes...
walking down the street in unison
until they pass the walled off
wall street district and
end up in the quote unquote
bad parts of town

something else
goes bankrupt
you know you're
too big to fail

the suits and ties
overwhelming businesspeoples
of all types so sustainable
for life in living out
systematically important
financially institutionalized
pills of viagra
to capsize for
3 million dollar trips
to vegas
its a spiritual retreat
bam
gotta spice up things
like emeril lagassi
cayenne pepper the pasta
and fall inside these
wells of fargo
hit up the wood chipper
happy like a british
olive or twist
and shout
chaotic like spots
on a cow tipping over
while eyes from rupert murdoch
check out tipper gore
and think about spending
4 million more to try and get her into porno
its global warming
desert eagles and play time for the balding
suits and ties
buying and selling
red leathers and yellow leathers
of stalling bank accounts
stalking around
houses in mortgage
missing checks
and foreclosed in
holographic thoughts
the speculative costs
mimic high risk losses of cotton linens
and strains of gohnerrea for those
into bay area living
treble in megaphones
whistles and subdues
pigeons walking
pigeon toed
rock doves start molting
in joys and crumbs
superstrained
until their savior is born
millions for trillions
dollars are bored
from being spend
social security gets all bent outta shape
and republicans and democrats just blame
it on domestic terrorism or i r a's
revenueing and canoeing down
the great lakes like
before the stock markets fell
way back in the days
its like watching people getting bailed out from prison
contextualized in convecting wastes whos fumes lift
and spout and spit and gouge
out eyeballs with tears
tear gas stenches are near...

something else
goes bankrupt
you know you're
too big to fail
===============
the clocks are ticking
and unwinding

with pollants affecting foul truths
trowelled like shadows in masonry
masked in green emerald plates
shattering feelings and kinesthetic
reelings fishing in a dead ocean
growing and glowing like asteroid
tails to sharpen and mirror reefs
spawning plastic islands
from thinkers out to ink some
luminescent tattoos
into the world of gloomy
hollow graphic thoughts

the clocks unwinding
clocks are ticking

alcoholism resurfaces into no
tension drying out muscles
use a sponge from the oceans
hurricanes pour in like
restructured mindsets
in terrorism diminished
the scars catch fire
and light this
concious peaceful anything
but a heaven
with clouds dissolved
and curseless sticks
breaking like a bath salt
dissolving into some peace vault
rungs on a ladder
pummeling closed
the fogs hover over us and grow

like clocks unwinding
in volcanoscapes
the clock been ticking
and unwinding
in volcanoscapes...