RIDICULOUS!

Why do you always break
My chain of thought?
Why do you interrupt

My sage soliloquy?

And it's always just so blatantly rhetorical
Quite-the wily slyly serpent categorical.
Stepping hard upon the Name,
Motivation power-game
And you know to me the same::
Set of clippers not quite yet so
Metaphorical.

ON the Brink of brilliance snuffed
Idea ...
The momentary thought.
In the ceaseless flow of concept
Show
Effect ; Cause
Destination.

Just not quite yet there yet, there yet Orri-zion
Closing at the point of ultimate
Awar-edness.
In the concept-flow of Cause-Effect omniscience -
On the edge of super-human sage enlightenment.

In the zwirling gyre of racing-brain abandonment
To the nexus quantum shifting stay entitlement
And the absolute 'ly solitary requirement...
At the brink Nobel the end-the-world
Benevolent -
And the object close to hand so right development.

On the brink of inspiration:
Absolution! :
In the consternation
Universal fright.
At the waking walking dawn in lawn
Illuminate;

And the whether or what you did this morn extranical.

The Mood

There's a new wave of barbarism
Washing round the world
As the spinning-wheel of cycles spins again.
There's a sense of savage places
And a fear in people's faces
And a folly in the wickedness of men.

There's an empty formless feeling
Of the night-watch tower pealing
While the shadow-shapes swing reeling
Through the air.
Like a dream in black and red
Creatures underneath your bed
And when was it last you said
A simple prayer?

There's a new age of barbarism
Sweeping round the world
There are helmets being burnished
And old battle-flags unfurled.

Another age of fright
From the shadows in the night
As the spinning-wheel comes spinning round again.

Why?

The megalith of destiny
Has ordered it this way.
I cannot take the easy path
And shirk the duty called.
The road is steep, the hill is high,
And thunder glooms the low'ring sky ..
I must go on though mountains break
And oceans boil away.

How many times the wheel of time
has spun the lives of man -
The death of Christ, the fall of Rome;
The wax and wane of empire..

And now the wheel has come around
The call is near, the cause is just
To brave the good, defend the free
The holy grail of liberty..
I must go on though mountains break
And oceans boil away.

Brain-Cell Rebellion

Potential Brain-Cell Rebellion Situation

"I Hail the holy keeper, the keeper of the gate
(Mr. C. Callosum, you minions) -
You've got here far too late."

PB-CRT

The gatekeeper has thrown the switch again
And all the moral functions are awry.
And on this side the party's in full swing:
The pens are down¬ the shoes are off¬ the mood is high.

Yammring hum in huge and airless hall
The thumping throb just reaching through the wall
It's mostly Blues but here and there -
A rabble of Jazz...
Disorganized.
Yatter; yomping stomping feet: balloons
Hydrogenized.

But on the other side the atmosphere is grim
The serried ranks stretch mutely out of sight
Still faces looming pale against the gloom
Backs straight still hands on desk and tense and quiet
Nor word nor sign nor slightest glance
Exchanged.
The linears are cashiered\ again.

Power's out.

Let's go to the Moon!

The Moon

The Moon is feminine - you are quite right
She's looking just so cool and beautiful tonight.
You look quite hard, you see the knowing spirit;
The glowing spirit
A thing quite cold and sharp; but righteous:

A clean and pure embodiment of light.

The Moon is asking us to be
With Her:
She's lonely, and she hopes to have a mate
She watches, and she sorrows; and she waits.

Where are those valiant spirits?

Where are are those gentle Men?
The Questers and the Seekers:
The searchers for the truth?
Where are the Men of yesteryear:
-Those knights in shining armour;
Those emissaries of light
The crisp and clear and shining dance

Of horses white?

The moon is waiting patiently for us
She's waited now for o so very long
She lives the now - and she is waiting still
Let's seperate ourselves from ourselves

And go to the moon.

Out There

Out There

When hour is late, and dark is deep
And lady moon has gone to sleep
I gaze beyond the beacon lights
To depths undreamed and awful heights.

Out there the vast infinities
Of swirling ancient galaxies
Uncounted endless mysteries
And limitless complexities

Denying and defying, yea

The mundane Earthly Clarities.

TYRANNOSAUR!

I LIKE TO THINK OF THE TYRANNOSAUR..

I like to think of the Tyrannosaur as a solitary beast,
Alone by choice and nature, aloof and so proud.
Á terrible arrogance and blazing omnipotent self
With room for no other.

I like to think of the Tyrannosaur as quite smart
In an evil kind of way
Most cruel and predatory cunning
A clawing sense of self; an expression of power
From the egg.

I like to think of Tyrannosaur coupling
As a rape -
A midnight ambush:
Bellowing- Hissing female in a grip
Moonlight shattered trees and dustclouds; the thunder of the earth.
And a rape.(Male stalks contemptuous away thereafter)

I like to think of gawky young teenage Tyrannosaurs
Brutally rejected from the nest
Endless oafish savageries of sibling spite
Forgotten nor forgiven
Each alone.

I like to think of a tough and thuggish young apprenticeTyrannosaur;
Only eight foot tall but rough and strong and smart
And ruthless-cruel -
Killing the locals.

Carving out a territory of (her) own
Plotting at the hated scabby weakling wrinkled Bitch ...
In possession.
(She won't live forever...

I like to think of the monstrous young adult Tyrannosaur
Newly Victorious;
Grinningly scenting the air.
Cool and Cruel and battle-scarred and canny -
Knowing.

Hot blood erotic through every throbbing artery -
Ready to kill.