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Psalm 76:6:
 
“At thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, both the chariot and the horse are cast into a deep sleep.”


Finally, the straps are let down
And all of the casements
Emptied out onto the sea;
Daggers, gloves, apothecaries.
 
But what about the driver!
What about me?
 
Only on a simple journey-
We did not mean to distract
Your Calvary from glory!
 
You have many chariots
And we had only one,
Just a few more small hours
Lord, it would have been done…


Thank you for reading, if you enjoyed this poem, I have a new poem up at Hellaspoint@wordpress.com. Have a nice day  :-)

 “Ennis”

Florescent strip, baptizes with light a sloppy office. Manuals, binders, a computerized paper copy of a photograph of his son; beers and a girl behind him. I can see the scar from Ennis’s open heart surgery; it looks like a washed out seam. Tough career, Sir? Track suit jacket and Topsiders. I used to have a pair. “I expected you later.” He spoke not to himself, shuffling papers and sorts of blueprints. His features were like a child’s; pug nose, round chin, full cheeks-pert glasses. A precisely combed hat of silver hair cut one month ago atop small, neat and alert eyes. Pink and white nails, clear and short, gold band, four small diamonds.
 
A tall glass of heavily iced water, rolodex, sharpies and a three sided ruler; the adding machine. Official seals peeking out among legal pads, yellow. He is struggling with the contract, gliding from faux wood desk to real metal cabinet in a Formula One office chair.

Certificates of completion cheer the narrow hallway. Vacant desks, quiet printers, calm sherdders, multi layered switches, barricaded outlets. Is this wealth? A phone with a control panel, view of the next pale office?
We decided on mild greens for the carpet and valances, and “Earth” for the counter tops which is a “pebblish” (as in pebbles) mix of very small purples, oranges, blues, grays and greens. The linoleum we chose appears to be a light, warm hard wood floor.

 Warning To The Chef And Skater:
 
There is no armory
To provide enough security,
No cook to change the tart to sweet-
The popular projections
Send negative directions.
Make meditations;
Pray for protection
And control of your kitchen.
Ice is set for you to skate
Crowds have gathered
Around the pond in the dark
At a mansion.


mOod: figure eight shaped shoes

 A Ghost of Juneau:
 
I like the sight
Of arctic lightening
And the sounds of marching songs,
To see the aurora borealis strengthening
Into some seat of ancient beings so.
 
I roam this Alaska town waiting for her
Faithful evening rainbow, I am a ghost of Juneau.
A great warrior lives with pain and knows
it is a shadow of accomplishments year to year
in spite of cosmic establishments that may whisper in her ear.
And now that you have uncovered the next gear,
skip the rock into the wave and know that it is saved.
Welcome to a solitary frontier -Put away your cards
no one knows you here, your hair and eyes do not matter,
the partners you’ve made or your career.

~~In memory of Heather Mercer, Explosive Guitar Player~~

One billboard urged onlookers to not give up on their dreams, the other one said "You can't drink a gift card". Flower street, where the county hospital is located, is a ghetto where I used to live, twice. It hasn't changed. The waiting room was filled with people and I had to sit facing everyone because it was the only available seat. the television softly roared with female voices talking about recipes and dresses. Most of the people were watching it or they were dreaming of their number being called next. The clinic registration room used to be the old ER and I remembered a previous visit in my early 20's when my mother had come with me and I fell asleep with my head wedged into the corner where two blue walls met.
But today, I was alone.
The receptionist called us up and the oncology group dutifully reported to window D. I was suprised to see a young man and his young woman there, he went into the back and she stayed behind...he was no more than 21, I bet. I watched them comfort each other and I felt good about being a human being. We get a bad rap, but how many times a day does this miracle happen on earth? Spiritual communions are ongoing, at any given moment people are reaching out. That, is hardly on the news except when it is sandwhiched between the terror attack and the wall street cover ups.
After months of waiting to see an oncologist, all he did was talk about Dracula, blisters and the sun. He told me that the treatments I had been hoping would help me, would more than likely do the reverse. "Dracula, he drink the blood-the hematin no good-more trouble-he take the blood, better" he said with a small, chinese wink. "Dracula's not real..." I said, and he ordered more tests. I wondered why, if there is no treatment.

Tremors:
 
Tremors in a wing,
Loin or beam, hands…
Eyes, mouth or feet,
Tremors in the sack…
In a car before the crash,
Tremors from a batch,
Or in the rocket hatch…
 

Evacuating...my first time, wish us luck...

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 Hand Found On A Battlefield:


1) Damnatio Memoriae: The Roman custom of removing every trace of a person’s existence, especially from public view.


2) “That anything that tries to establish itself as a real, or positive, or absolute system, government, organization, self, soul, entity, individuality, can so attempt only by drawing a line about itself, or about the inclusions that constitute itself, and damning or excluding, or breaking away from, all other "things"-Charles Fort, The Book of the Damned
 


To become just
A hand my body
Had to be excluded by foes.  
 
I am alone, the planes
Have flown, Generals
Are meeting with
Congratulatory greetings, speaking
On red and grey phones.
 
Characters from other zones
Arrive in spooky processional,
Presenting their homeland invitation.
 
O, sub-sensual friends!
Nobilities of improbabilities,
Triumph and agitation under an arch,
Split second sculptures in a damned march.


mOOd: Just A Bit.

I am in a fight with someone named Jenny Lens on Facebook. Her claim to fame is photographing famous punk rockers. She is the best friend of a famous bi-continental art gallery person, and a facebook friend of my best friend, Chris and his other best friend, Chet (Zar) (Check out his art, it is incredible).

Anyway, I really want to slam on her, but she gets her ass kissed because she has this art gallery friend who shows Chet's art. I think it is sad that you have to kiss someone's ass in a situation like this. She seems like flake (always high strung, overstated and self-aggrandizing) from what I read in her comments...and no one really ever tells her that she had her period of fame, almost 40 years ago, and that she hasn't really done anything of merit or interest in decades. I won't say that, because I want to be respectful of Chet and Chris's situation.

mOod: Old CBGB hound.

What T.E.A party really stands for:

1.Teutonic Ethnic Advancement party
2.Twisted Evangelical Anglo party
3.Torturing Everybody Allowed party
4.Truth Evangelical Attack party
5.Truly Enigmatic Asshole party
6.The End Attaché party.

I watched an 11 year old girl say that just a "few years ago" her parents were taught "Values and patriotc ideas" in school. What school did they go to? And If I have to hear another asshole tell me that this country was founded on principles of freedom, I am going to puke. They are half right-freedom for some and not for others. You see, I love America but know that she was never perfect. EVER. Anyone who thinks she was is deeply mentally challenged. The TEA party and their rhetoric is really signaling the begining of a culture war that some people are trying to start (I think, Joel's army may be involved) based on ancient, heralded diatribes of the delusional and massivley mentally ill, evangelicals posing as the down trodden? NO FUCKING WAY. There are more EVANGELICAL CHURCHES in America than there are public fucking toilets.

 Chalkito:

Your birth parents are retreating
From sight and you are traveling
Towards something big and bright-
This is the engine room, there is
No pain or fractures, boy, your spirit
Has not been captured.
 
Little Outline, the cops
Pray around you-
Some quick country curve
Has gathered your
Shadow this evening,
And deleted your breathing.
Do you recall the last thing
You were seeing, what you
Heard and who was singing?

1. I was driving this morning around a well known curve, jagged mountain on one side, and deep lake on the other. I reflected on the many wrecks.
2. This afternoon, I saw an EP user's name, it was something-"chalkita". Thanks for the inspiration, whoever you were.

 McGarret, Five-0:
 
Kono lays a crowded docket
In McGarret’s mahogany office:
Gold bars in Yellowfin, even heroin. 
Kauiki Head, wedding party-6 dead.
Kilauea, Holwie found in marijuana shed.
Tourist strikes pedestrian in Honolulu county,
Beach equestrians lost in sex accident on Maui.         
Rock band lands, requesting security detail,
Pearl City teen eaten by beached whale,
Former President trips on shell.
Ka Lae, reported suicide in her south bay,
Chin is taking a sick day.
 
1. Chin and Kono were detectives in the television series "Hawaii Five-0", Steve McGarret was their superior.

mOOd: Tropic of Cancer sticks

 Animal:
 
Dawn of perception!
Jump, lick around the fire bowl-
Press play, then record.
 


Moody Heavens:
 
Wind and rain, traffic,
Omnipotent gypsy cops!
They must like it.


mOods: Communication Preservations.

Churches of Flame:

              I

Dutiful, aware-
Dwelling where blood’s familiar,
Earth cities will die.
 

             II

Contemporary,
Immortal Friends, sad with you
And your funny ways.
 


            III


Paper plane airports-
Passports, consorts checking in,
Our package arrives.


mOod: 12:12

Six:


Into the nightmare I softly went

And could not quit,

Arms and legs hanging,

Neck bent.

My DESTINY number

Is 6.


~Fooling around on line and decided to calculate this. Ever since I got my car with the devil plates, I have been obsessed with this number, oh and growing up in a pentecostal church fostered a fascination as well...funny~

 Hanna-Barberra Totalia:
 
The angrier we get at Islam, the more we love America. And, what does that mean, exactly…that means that the more we blindly love America and her elected pimps, the more the elected pimps can execute their plan to rid the world of excess humans through the food supply, war, disease. The rich need a workforce that doesn’t get sick, need disability or social security, can work 24 hours a day and is completely programmable. All they will need other humans for, is to maintain and transport the machines-oh, and for entertainment-selective breeding.
Does this seem so far-fetched?
Are we burning books and protesting mosques all over America to spotlight certain ‘values’ and buttress ‘tradition’? To win elections, to ‘do the right thing’. Is anyone thinking about this from the inside out? Is Glenn Beck mimicking MLK because he believes in human rights, or is it to mislead emotions? Where did the tea party come from? A major media shareholder in Fox news is also a contributor to the Imam who is behind the ground zero mosque. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are others are too, from all networks.
We are in a major, high stakes production and the studio is Earth. We can’t trust anyone in any government. I understand that to believe in this idea, you would literally have to accept that your whole life is an illusion; that everything you were taught to believe about life and her institutions is false-you might even feel no reason to live. But, you have to get over this. Those of you out there who have the skills, knowledge and power to start facing and solving this crisis need to do so.
And I can hear you saying ‘Okay, so what can we do about it?’ Expose it, preach it-correct it. How can we correct it if we don’t have any power?
We do have power.
The most powerful allegiance should be to our fellow human being, not political parties, pedagogues, religions, governments-but to each other. When that bond is recognized, and mankind stops fighting and injuring, then we can start healing and think clearly to form a strategy against the coming oppressive.

mOod: Partial to Martians.

 From the qu’ran, the chapter of Medinah,

“Men stand superior to women in that God hath preferred some of them over others, and in that they expend of their wealth: and the virtuous women, devoted, careful (in their husbands') absence, as God has cared for them. But those whose perverseness ye fear, admonish them and remove them into bed-chambers and beat them; but if they submit to you, then do not seek a way against them; verily, God is high and great”

I have been reading the qu’ran this morning, and it sounds like the bible, only more afraid of women and more slightly schizophrenic. A friend of mine posted a CNN link to today on FB that claimed islam was undeservedly viewed as a pariah, and that America was growing more intolerant of the faith and its practitioners by the hour. I think one thing is clear to me-I grew up a Christian and then became an ODI, or an Origin Defined Indifferent-god is not even part of my equation, and  if it is I am unconcerned about it-I am here, that is enough to make me feel grateful and spread the positive energy that religion is supposed to endorse and create-but this clear thing, this feeling about islam (and the impending culture war between east and west being fueled and buttressed by the oligarchy that will prompt Christians to soon institute their Army of Joel and establish the “Overcomers” into governments around the world...) is that it seems that it is becoming more of a mass culture, and less of a personal religion, which will ratchet up Christianity again to where the world will succumb to one final crusade.
I read a lot about flames, light, grievous penalties, orphans and sons. I got bored, maybe I’ll get back to it later-I am REALLY GLAD that I found Sacred Texts.com again. :-P

mOod: Praying with MC Hammer

Light House, Lover:

The hounds are house kittensh.

My chemist in the breast

Says the ships are coming in-  

All hands on deck

For pirates, power, love:

The heart’s memory cells

Have fallen on a dark carpet

Rolled up and no one can sleep above.

If these letters make you laugh

And rock your sea horse,

Maybe you can mine;

We could play for clover,

Or I could kiss your bones

And roll you over, soldier.

You should play along,

We could compose a song,

Light house; Lover, Handle, Cover-

Forget this World war.

I have been feeling better the last few days, since deciding to hold on to the poetry(it is kind of like holding back an orgasm, though) I am starting to read a novel, which is difficult for me- because I have a very short attention span. I am upgrading my Ipod by combining my Itunes with my Windows music library and making playlists. I thought it would be a good idea for some of the projects I am working on, to set the moods. I am working on a prologue for the Judecca series, and doing something I have never done-drafts. That has been a by product of not posting, I think-very good. I am only looking foward to happiness-I am thinking of studying some religious books and becoming an educated critic...maybe even get some death threats ;-D