To Mat Hyuin

Fell greed begot by man, by men in numbers
lost control of themselves, became wasted
needed to fill the fell void, the darkness
in twisted desire, seeking without thinking
thinking without caring, without compassion
grinning to grow beyond the individual
striving towards a green light called dollars
Dollars become numbers, become control
Control our lives, take away our spirit
Numbers, so contemplated, become control
green light turns greed to control
lost our spirits in the mathy green light
gave it up for control, for responsibility
lost the spontaneity, lost the caring
gave it up for a better life, they said
then turned the better life into making math
math was numbers in green light,
copulating with greed, carressing greed
taking greed and growing, losing sight
perpetual motion of growth, of stagnation

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Green Clouds # 1

The air smells salty, as if the ocean was but a kiss away
simmering sensations rotate over my head
like two red-hot branding irons hovering a hairsbreadth above my skull
beyond this comes the void,

Short, panting breaths of inexistence
sensations snatch at me as if I were their salvation
brushing only air as I transcend into the wind
dark tunnels with ice encrusted sides shimmering a pale white

Until they burst into close proximate reality
always seeming, never there
Rough itching shivers of roots twine down into my bloodstream
swishing my senses until laughs indicate guilt

Looks hide suspicion and knowledge of the crime
rings of echoing fear swirling in my sensibility
staining me with their lurking taint
the green clouds intoxicate me and open the floodgates
Of poetry and imagination

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The Network

All the watchers gather, eyes alight with lucid reflections
their pulse pounds together, their fingers fly as one
thousands and thousands, awaiting the latest and greatest
zoning out and staring in, they pretend they are alive

This story has the makings of an epic ghost, a festival-maker
or the ruined guts of terrorism if the watchers think in anger
'Who would take away my little place of peace in the pie
that person, the blinking blue terrorist, deserves to die.'

So many origins are among the free thinking eyes and ears
untarnished by the hum or buzz that makes slaves and saviors
they don’t know the true power of media or martial prowess
But throw themselves unthinking at the fray with hope as a shield

Smiling grains of pixilated magic, among the wordy corridors
that transform a man’s desperate hope into campaigns of horrors
they think that because they have the viral green thought
they should make what they will of the world with things bought

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Futbol

There he is standing on the field, looking around and laughing
he wants to see what you see from the stands, himself basking, charming.
The ball slips from the fingers of a dazzled referee and he kicks out,
deftly he is gliding in and out between his opponents, he is glorious.

Then where has the goal gone that it is no longer before him?
So that he spins around and is aghast and desperate with anxiety?
His opponent grins and lives the sport, he breathes the dance,
and he chants in his heart the reality of his passion, as he flies!

You do not doubt that he is dancing, because his eyes are singing.
He floats above the grass, he lifts his knees high and tumbles low.
He watches from afar as his body works his will like an oiled puppet,
and he is certainly a masterful puppeteer, he grins and slides.

Where did our laughing hero go who was so handsome with the crowd?
He is behind, running to catch up and wondering in shock what happened.
His opponent tips the ball into the air with a gentle kick of the toe.
He positions himself and pirouettes slowly, the ball goes flying.

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Lifetime Warranty

It is black here, between the stars. You tend to assume while standing on Earth, even on the darkest night, that there is a background glow of stars everywhere. That there is always enough light to see something. True enough, if there were something close enough to see.

My suit is silver and sure, hugging me warmly. Reassuring me with the gentle hiss of fresh air. There is a lifetime warranty stamp on the inside of my helmet, so I'm relaxing. It's a Braurman Deepspace Special, a good brand name and a good model number. The light on the inside of the helmet would last a year on its self-contained battery, but I turn it off to enjoy the faraway scenery.

It is black here, between the stars. There is a tapestry of golden, glowing jewels painted across the far side of infinity. It is cold and lonely here, a feeling of merging with the eternity of a dark cavern, too large to comprehend, holding the entirety of an existence which is falling slowly towards the ground.

I'm falling asleep to the yellow glow of a nebula when I hear the hiss stop. Nothing to worry about, Braurman's all have backup rebreathers that last forever. The light still works in the helmet, and I'm breathing nice and slowly. Just waiting for my rescuers to come. The suit shows the distress beacon transmitting, calling for help.

It is black here, between the stars. Broken ship parts drift in invisible clouds of gas, stretching starshadows between them. Evanescent swirls and spicules arc across the vault of the heavens and flash a smile each time a shadow passes away from them.

The rebreather has died, says my control panel in red. Don't Panic, it says. Air supply is 100%, it says confidently. A crack has appeared in my face plate. It's widening. I'm panicking. The light in the helmet stopped working. My head is swimming. I want to sleep. Breathing hurts. I'm convulsing as the crack reaches the main seal on both sides of the faceplate.

It is black here, between the stars. All around is blue light glowing in incandescent, crystalline sparkles, like a moan from the gut and out the throat; expelling itself in scattering mist droplets, which turn the spaces between them into soft night.

Dead. I can't help trying to laugh, as apathy sears away my senses and fragments of my faceplate drift away with the last of my air. My body jerks a few more times before I can't see the stars anymore, for lack of eyes. I can't really blame Braurman anymore. Who puts a lifetime warranty on a spacesuit?

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Dragondream

Here the chains lie, sleeping only
clinking gently on the ancient stonework
steadily beating away, tink, tink, tink
With each massive breath and flutter of scales

Sleeping like a baby, smiling toothily
Dreaming of happiness, of constant love
Of a place away from the shackles
Comfortable in the fantasies of assumption

Hear her talk of love like it is broken?
As if all is uniform, all gray men the same
Speaking despair, letting the doubts coil like smoke
Calling to the beast to awaken, rise up and strike!

Like a prod, a painful, aching hurt
Chains snap taut, groaning, bolts fly free
Fire builds, muscles stretch, jaws agape
Roaring disconsolately he yearns for freedom to fly

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Be Patient

I will the furor into the white spaces crowding closely on the page,
keeping their contrast only because the words need to speak.
I dream of death and hope the page will hold it all-
all the dreams, turned larcenous like nightmares...

Except there seem to be no happy thoughts to bring them darkness...so they are bland.
I watch the matter of my makeup bursting into fractal inconsistencies; E=MC2 and the world burns in a flash leaving behind the torrent of my withered, twisted hopes...fleeing...running the paths of hyperspace

And trying to see the worlds of wonder before they burn away...
knowing that this feeling...this terrible feeling will fade away, and realizing that so will you and so will my...and everything...all gone like the pain in my chest that I call anxiety and depression and happiness and anger and power and love-all depending on what day it is and what little sparks light larger fires and what fields burn in the bonfire,

What fields burn, what forests burn, what dreams burn...Knowing the long poem from my childhood is as effervescent as my childhood...as effervescent as the pull of my hormones twitching happily, struggling with the repression I place on them until my body is a civil war and my mind is bloody and angry and wishing me to not call Grant like he asked, before I pull the...jump the...pop the...cut my...end it all...

And knowing that Someone stronger still stays my hand and laughs so tenderly at my raging self and picks me up from the ashes...dusting me off and wiping the tears from my eyes and patting my bottom and telling me to go play nice with the others...

And give that pretty girl a flower and a peck on the cheek because you might never get the chance again...and say my prayers at night, and don't sit too close to the TV and make sure to go outside and exercise and when you finally fall asleep...I'll be there waiting for you in your dreams...

Your happy dreams...sweet dreams...like candied apples and cotton candy and that whirling feeling you get in your gut at the theme park, and that wonderful, contented feeling you get when you smell your father's study or when you sit quietly by the river and listen to the trees sway in the wind,

And the water purls as it flows downhill and the birds twitter and dance with playful squirrels as the bears mill around catching their dinner and the cougars creep to the waters edge and the rabbits hop around keeping close to their holes...but not so close anymore...and all is green and grand....

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A Halloween Story

It all begin as grains of sand,
covering a place both wide and flat
open to the moonlight as Luna rises.
When the first breeze blows,
from a whisper to a howl and back
the dead trees, like skeletons,
shiver from cold and fear.
One by one the trees uproot
crackling and rustling, yet silent.
The open space becomes bigger
as they retreat from old knowledge,
waiting for the tide to rise.
One younger stays behind and watches.
Stares at the sand, and ponders,
reaches out and touches it with a root.
The elders, black and dead,
the home to owls and spider webs,
already mourn the youth.
At a touch the grains flicker
like starlight come to life for a moment.

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Journeyman

Fists smashing glass into billions of bits of glittering dust,
wandering dust,
blowing lightly upon the breeze of my breath,
I inhale it in wonder and feel warmth.
My lungs shredded quietly and cleanly,
the warmth inside me spreads,
Slowly it is easier to realize that I am dying,
I am going home.
Glimmering evanescent starscapes floating by me,
like dreams of a thousand lakes reflecting the sky,
I am floating away from the warmth,
The coal grows dim and then blackens
The fire douses itself in the wind.
Firefly light twinkles in the weeping willows reaching out over the
pond.
A fish jumps from the tranquil waters and snaps up one of the lights
It is gone forever.
The ripples fade away, and silence rules the night but for the crickets
Where the moon shows its face in the water, there is peace.
Now there is an alien landscape.

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Visualize and Wonder

Night-blue, starlit river
like a ribbon across the rugged land,
reflecting a transition of the heavens
traveling from night into morning
rushing into a churning, tumbling lake
just below the mighty waterfall
icy black water in a tiny loch,
rippling like deep emerald history
ancient and wise, impenetrable mystery
smelling musty, like fresh earth,
or old books in a dusty library
the heartache glows like hot iron.
doused in this unexpected chilly water
taking away the anxiety and uplifting
thoughts come clear and clarifying,
like breathing jackfrost puffs of winter
dark walls rising up on three sides,
cradling morning in a ragged half circle
of smoothe, mossy and black mountain rock.
I love the embrace of this old rock tarn

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