brutmystik's Blog

The Mysterious Presentation:

 

 

I have looked

Into the monuments

Waking, moving

To reject our

Loving reflections.

 

I felt it in debit cards,

Washingtons, and Franklins.

 

Receiving understanding,

I have seen it

In the church railing

And company banners-

A weird inscription with

No words but only

A mysterious presentation.

 

 

Shivering Heights!!! :

 

 

God seems underhanded.

 

The secret perks?

For starters,

It is dark and

We don’t really understand it,

The plants and animals
Are all stranded,

 

What do I know about

Life on Shivering Heights?

 

That simple children

Will agree to misadventures.

 

Officials always say it is

The perfect conditions for a search-

 

And the OFFICIALS???

 

Ballad Of The Girl In The Landfill:

 

Little Sisters, young and bold

Please pay attention if you want to grow old.

 

I would like to say

To the little girls like me

Learn to really kick your feet.

 

I almost made almost all B’s-

I wasn’t blue-eyed blond-

I was no miniature rock star-

I wasn’t even teen aged-

I was just walking home

When I decided to run ahead

And be the winner of the gang.

I just wanted to shine

For a moment in our minds

And be the fastest girl

Of all recorded after school time.

 

The Speeding Express:

 

Shipping out in night

All things, shapes, color and size!

The flying train holds life.

 

 

In a flash of thought,

Planet, atom, I am home-

I caught the handles.

 

mOod: Sorrow Campus versus College Campus

Enceladus And Encolpion:

 

He was

ruby-toothed,

500 fingers

traced her emblems

In a fugue

enfant per dus

singing

The nodes

of history’s

Streaming and

stars that

Are coolly dreaming

Dromos of mighty,

beautiful trees.

Her frame provided

containment:

On the point

of pleasure he fainted

As an over-honeyed,

poly-limbed bee.

 

notes

enceladus was a hundred armed giant that lived under a volcano. enclopion is a charm worn around the neck in the shape of a coffin that contains a miniature copy of the gospels. dromos are the spaces between columns. enfant per dus is a name given to secret soldiers on clandestine missions also means lost children. fugue...a fast paced, beautiful song.

Prowler Of Prayer:

 

A prowler has

Taken foothold

In a junction between

Your innermost and

Arms of the grave,

Scratching upon the seams

Of your home.

He strikes your hair, enters you

And cries into the air.

He teases

You with atoms of

His phantomhood and

Leaves germs of indiscretion

On your anonymous clothes.

 

 

Corybantan:

 

“A blooming bone and iron world tried

But we disliked its welcome and clash”

 

 

The great costumer sent us out-

Ships became our mothers

And shackles were fathers.

We knew not even the half-flex

Of archangels, fantasy princes or bloodlines.

Our platelets sparked as we rowed,

Rowed and strove on benches

Subdued and interlocked.

Still I saw superlative birds,

Listened and heard such fortissimos,

Themes, dreams and end times-

No threat could couch my ears or eyes.

 

Mood: Corybantism-when a sick person has *fantastic visions*

 

 

Interior Decorating or Philemon 1:20:

 

Situate your dogs

Between crowded plants, save space.

Carry the blind bird.

 

mOod: Philemon 1:20 reads "Yea brother, let me have joy of thee in the Lord; Refresh my bowels in the Lord"

 

Three weeks ago I punched myself in the face with a freezer door and fucked up my nose. Last week I slammed my head into the car door and had a bump, bruise and headache for 6 days. Today,   I slice the top of my thumb off.

 

Wtf? Hope I can stop it and don’t need stitches.

 

From Macro Jumbo To The Yachting Kid:

 

I am weak

From consuming,

Your religion and decorative

Weather year after year.

Fetch me

From this exedra,

Tow and love me by

Your eternal, sailing work light,

Yachting Kid, sleep tight.

 

Lonely, Crazy bleep!

Set the tray for one

A million-strong to feed,

Leave it out all night-

I know your internal delights.

I am Soul-

I have been

Fully honored

By the red glaze

Of man and gods,

Sterilized the bandages

And blessed

The gear and life jackets

So we could go.

 

mOodf: MACRO-roni

 

 

 

 

 

The weather has changed nicely; it is the first of October after all, the beginning of the fourth quarter of the year.

I was thinking this morning about Derrion Albert, the HONOR student beaten to death in Chicago. I think the individual who recorded the cold and hellacious murder on their personal talking device should be charged with negligent homicide for not stopping the recording and calling 911. In fact, just dust him/her too-we don’t need people like that in the world who will stand aloof and watch others die. I am sick of this shit: Of people who consistently make tragically wrong decisions. I am sick of people fighting over religion and nuclear weapons. I am sick of Roman Polanski’s and John Couey’s. I am sick of politicians having economic summits and spa time every year since I have been alive and every year the troubles deepen all over the globe. I am sick of watching commercials that tell me to “Invest in Turkey” and “The Qattar Foundation” I am sick of seeing recruitment ads for the CIA and Homeland Security. I am sick of emotional vultures and thought Czars. I am tired of earthquakes and afraid of Augmented viewing of earthly parks from space in real time (AAE, Florida tech-thanks nerds). I do not like elephants washing cars in Oregon at a WILDLIFE PRESERVE, “But they like it!” No, they like the peanuts, you fool. I am sick of people thinking for elephants instead of themselves.

But today will be a good day for me anyway, in spite of human pain, drama, stupidity, despair and unseemly use of animals.

mOod: WE NEED A SOUL WASH.

 

 

I have been working on sketches for "Bad Dream Of The Census Taker" and customers have remarked upon my 'Doodling' or how bored I must be to 'Scribble'

DOODLING? Really? SCRIBBLING? HUH??? Have you LOOKED at them?

Some do...and they just stare. Who cares. I should not expect to be understood by people in a hurry to fix their plumbing or sprinklers.

 

I was slightly irritated, you know…8 hours of trying not to openly reveal my hostility toward customers. She was chatting with the clerk at the Bottle Shop; I knew she was tweaking as she balanced her High Gravity lagers with a gigantic purse and eight lottery tickets.

“Here is the five pennies I took yesterday, Hun” she said, turning towards the waiting line of us-grieved and trodden shirtless workers, plus me. Oh, and the young, balding man in the Mc Donald’s neat, cobalt blue shirt. It read “Shift Supervisor” in yellow.

She was smiling, but quickly it died down as we made eye contact. She had very small, worn away teeth. I tried not to notice, but I know I barely stared…I hope she knew what I was really thinking about her teeth.

As small and multi-colored as they were, as decayed and miniature, the impression only lasted a second. I have difficult teeth as well.

I looked right back up into her eyes, and they fell.

What I was thinking was that I made her self-conscious. And that made me sad. So lady in the pink spaghetti strap Target ladies top with the very dyed brown ponytail and small, sincere, mouse like eyes…I am sorry if you thought I was judging or forming an opinion based on your teeth. I know how expensive it is to care for them…which is wrong. How can we live very well with out teeth???

Please I hope you know now, I put it into words.

I did not mean to offend you-it makes me feel mortally wounded.

 

MoOd: Oil Of Clove. Yeah.

 

The Cave Spread With Love:

 

The Pines

Were watching

My misfortune!

But Now, O, Wonder!

 

Who or What

Has let me down?

 

The silver tape drops away!

And the trees have

Become churly

Towers of light,

Amen!

Going to the cave

Spread with love-

I leave behind

This earthly form,

And ball point pen.

 

RIP.

 

 

Bad Dream Of The Census Taker:

 

Maybe I shouldn’t

Have interrupted

Your freshly field

Killed Dressed supper-

 

I was a respected,

Multi-Employed, kind

Cancer survivor,

Murdered on

St. Patriot’s Day, tied

To a tree in Daniel Boone

National forest after

A pleasant afternoon

Of short interviews.

I wanted to tally and

Summarize, to walk

And record, under courtesy

With love, the locals-

To authorize your signatures,

Not a single one expendable.

 

I want to say something about the internet and ‘friends’…if you come to the internet wanting a sincere, reliable, multifaceted friendship, you should go someplace else. I realize that there are people who are shut in, have limited contact with family, tangible friends or no social outlets whatsoever…and for these individuals, the internet can be a therapeutic and joyful place.

 

But for others, the internet is a playground to indulge their cruelty by creating fake profiles, getting people to trust and like them, and then when their directive of popularity is achieved, they dump on people like the sad little bitches they are.

 

Or how about the little backbiting fuckers constantly trying to disturb another human being’s peace of mind by creating these false battles. I am not an idiot. I watch my circle…out of 120 plus friends only 8 or 9 are ever active. Do I think I have fakers in my circle, yeah. Do I give a fuck? Not really, because I am fortunate enough to have a loving circle of real friends and family to keep me strong and focused on the good things in life.

 

EP was fun once. But fuckers started showing their asses. Blog after blog and story after story about so and so said this and so and so did this and so and so is fake. I can’t even stand to log on here anymore. Why do I?

 

If you are one of those merciless people that have created a fake profile, make friends with people and then create more fake profiles to be your own private army of commenters and power boosters...insert laptop into your ass and let Karma play hell with your QWERTY.