can you imagine’ the last performance’ of thee night
insights
of a half prophetic rambler’ upon-tyne
un-left, is the feckin’ past left behind
well nar’ we be’,casting pearls, to thee swine
for that,
such imitation, from a reduced
on thee spot imagination,
I-magi-nation
from a half-cut away, reduced energy
free-quint-sea
blood rains, from the toes, to thee feet
so I say, on to ye’ ‘let the deeds shaw’
eight miles’ out of space, upon high
nervous, going was the’ fellows jaw
remembrance’ of thee dog-men cynics
mis-guided, misanthropic, militant past
solo call of hands, blame, in a solicitude gloom
on fums of thee past,
on the wire, over last
and falling fast, the past that was, that was
in thee moment past,
die is cast
feckin’ crass, that short lived’ poetic life
on thee ever-very’
plume of thee night
i say’ smoke my ashes’ and get high
think’ Europe ,
after the reign
the bomb, whom, worshipped it, now
Was it thee apocalypse tribe,
hive-mind
sun has the soul, being knighted thee
that air of mystic went,
with thee winds
was it a sentence’ or two of broken language ?
THE CARPET PATTERNS:
like a antenna to thee other realms
signaling’ cast light’
through, its varied fabrics
the carpet patterns burst’
of thee psychedelic
hits up all points, of the retina’ of thee’ many eyes
on the waking ol’ years and signalling ears
off the old salem’ rail- line
parallel, mind-lines
bi-location under, thunder ridge, that drew deep
the bridge under,
thee ever, raging waters
the long walk of thee fringe’ and thee long sleep
mind is a resting and restoring in thee taking reep
dream like within,
hypnotic randomized eyes peak
states of this dream, like a therapy of hypno-tronic
the rotted wood floor melt back and fuse into nature
from the coral score
of and thee decade-ing vibrations
kill the floors up the wall timer
fix space to fix time
and there should be just thee silence in stones-mile
instead of many social constructs of the words’
that were said.
THEE THIRD INSTALMENT:
thee third instalment, of thee performance
its aromatic and scented,
in its stride
like a colt, in its presence, re-a-lined
to non-ent-ities that are,
pro-fessing
on thee pulpit, psychic explosions
again a feckin’ mystic-all
re-aim of the gun, as a start point
extreme divisions, hence, lyrically
mast-star,
inflections
magic-call freedom
on a feckin’ free-way, wagon
so I say
concrete stones
like the ruins of thee ancient
snuffing out,
thee dark oracles
of thee mediums, commanders
and conquerors,
of thee first’ world
left and right, hands tied
so this event of thee ever-perfume
that
enhances’ thee per-form-hance
so to the first one, rip
diabolical time,
before that
ecstasy and thee remembrance
electrifying and magnetique
devotees are out in thee
field of rens’ is there amends to be
in a prism
of lines and lies
mind lines truth ideas alligned.
NEW SUN I:
this is the vase of time, so the words up-flow
reflect and come out
of the top of thee mind
then and there leaving the past, left behind
reflecting to the ever seeing, clearing future
on the long lengthy dust road,
a dead ahead
although its straight and a narrow, I pledge
on this slant highway horizon, here instead
the sun beats down,
changes thee colour of lead
weighting down on all of the earthen heads
Finding, clear cut knowledge, from the many
ancient grains of thee wisdom,
books a plenty
across all games a planted seed of thought
the main in-spirit,
inspiration, creationist source
ever expanded, thinking, without no remorse
the situation is unfolding and is, a happening
like a fable saga story book,
mind over-lapping
reason, like an fantasy episode, word for word
reshaping the soul side, whilst in ever moulding
the bay of souls lost, wandering, propagandised
only to find light ahead, at the end of the tunnel
just like the hitch-hiker on the road, nomadic again
a true drifter feet worn,
going from place to place
move ahead within the fabric of destinies very face
sure and stead fast, instead and always fast pace
an awakening and resetting
of thee, olden minds
do you hear that. its the sound listening to intuition
in the ear of thee mind, on this, profound mission
through crystal clear springs,
of thee signs movement
propagates within, with-out flowers a journey seed.
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