This Is A Thought, This Is Not A Thought...

Poetry is made up of words > Poetry is just a word > Words are just 'made up' > they don't exist > therefore nothing I write exists.  


If it does exist, it can describe beauty, love, lust, hate, friendship, discontentment, tragedy, humility, humour; life. It is a record of life, and everything it comprises, for mind's eye visualization, from vocabulary.


Art is just three letters.


A-R-T


Anger                          Angst                      Adoration                Aim          
Regret                         Revere                    Reason                     Righteousness 
Temptation                Time                       Tragedy                    Tact


Three little letters, one word; though it encompasses millions of ideas.


I may not write perfectly structured verse with perfect metric rhythm, or the right amount of syllables on each line- but I like that, because I don't subscribe to rules and the conventional. It's meant to be my way of venting, so why do it any other way? If words are made up then so too, grammar can be.
Writing is a solitary pleasure, it's used to escape and bring things into perspective, to vent, and to bring the otherwise ignored to life. Writing is true freedom. The pen is truly mightier than the sword.
Our free-will played a bigger part in our past than is possible now. As long as we have the power of free-will any oppression, in any form, will create problems.
Sometimes the world you see in your mind is alot more coherent and pleasure-full than the one you wake up to. You can objectively and subjectively observe human nature and report it in the way you see fit. 
I write how I want to write, otherwise it would not be mine.


My physical being is here, sitting in this chair, typing this proclamation, but my heart and my soul and my mind are on this page in letters, words, some sort of structure, ordered and unordered from somewhere in my subconscious. I am facing you, looking into your eyes and you don't even know it. You are absorbing part of me into your being, and if there's something indelible to you here, you will carry me with you for the rest of your natural life. That's part of the beauty.

The Wheels Within Memories...

Reminders of Nazi Germany were sitting in the diner

Next to an ice cream parlor

Stella wanted a coffee

And I wanted a cigarette

Idi Amin was on the 562

A few seats down from 'Headphones' Eddie

Saloth Sar was at the farmer's market

Next to the lemongrass basket

Charles Manson spiked the punch

At a Hollywood wedding on Tuesday

Transport Accident Commission...

I am a dangerous motorist

I drive my body to wreck and ruin.

Strangeling...

Just dust on his glasses

Wipe me away with the sky

Pull the blankets from children

Speak calm in a hurricane

You do know the script is backwards?

Rolling fists

Sandstone cliffs

Giant fish

Lavender mantra

I am Calvera

A gypsy Grandmother with an orange peel smile

Lady fortune teller; dream seller

Stellar ambitions for a daughter

Of a divine Chief

Crimson-lion-snake-tailed-whale-bone-necklace-wearer

The son of a part-time pallbearer

I am a placid Private

I just lost my Corporal

Now I'll lose the war

I feel ordinary- no flattery

I feel tired- no walking today

I feel useless- no apparent improvements

Drunk tongued awkward one

Solid lunged walking forward-run

My brain won't budge

I dreamt of violent people turning into lions

Eyes of miles and miles of ions

My neighbour hated my loud music

He was fiercely ill

Five fingers lead to one palm

Sprouting tall to touch the sun

Eating stars that fell to the window sill

It's more like photographs than film

A wood whittling box making occultist

Using small children's eyes to focus

Hocus pocus, whore and hostess

They came together like family

Drinking blood and lime happily

From Napoli- a soup made of lilly

Cannoli

I ate one full of napalm

Natural Born Iller...

I want a gentle virgin without a face

To fuck and leave

Abandon- the horror

Abortion on the sheets

Hanging from a fan

Dry my shirt

Soaked- my washing is clean

Leave pure; unadulterated

Speech Atlas...

Bruised legs of chairs

Split an atom with a hair

Toxic Mongol

Blonde siren- violent

Telepathic

Minor psychopathic

Major reincarnation

Teflon, computer chips

20 minute automation

Alexandria

There in lies machines

Wooden spindle- rope

Suicide of knowledge

History and Greeks

Robed naked trainer of Olympian

Subtle breast- hardcore erotica

Your ankles are showing

Stoned in a hot sandpit

Temple in the valley

Electric engineering

Atlantis falls

A golden wreath angers the peasant

Thief in an exotic bizarre

Spice laden wicker

Helmet; sword - shin spliter

Sandal wearing shit kicker

Cosmic snake charmer

Innocent victim

Spectacle- the obscene

Beard with a walking stick

Englishmen in an alley

Peace thrown to the wind

Crushed ginger bug killer

Potatoes- conquest of the whites

Starving farmer house burning

Leave for extended port

Bottled hatred- drank by many

Europe indulge

Dead Man's Walk...

I was surprised to see Jesus nailed upside down on the back of a Combi.

To see some cat shooting up using a bike pump.

To see a Pro-Life letterhead on a death threat.