Partial Moons

Wordy mornings and musical afternoons.
Worldly yearnings and celestical partial moons.
An illustrated journey from your bed
With a spoon of experiences
Tenderized sensitivities arise
After the translation of thought
From naked white pages
To the giant phallic screen,
Bleeding into your red dismal sheets.
An actress who packed her dress
For her paid personality,
And a stage to caress.
A visualist who envisions her experiences
Before high noon on her drapes,
A passionate poison dealer,
A healer of menstrual restraints,
A lava eating Polynesian dancer,
With her summer dress,
All posing nude for the cover of our desires.
Two hours of joy within isolation,
A losing of the self,
A riding of a day,
Pronunciating away.
Dirty truths, and the remote viewers of unjust wars,
Fighting Walden and a score of more naturalists.

Prenatal Familiarities

Prenatal Familiarities

Devotion is focusing on the sound in every action.
Life is rythm, and its fluidity is dependant on the tempo.
In harmonies we find unity in diversity.
In harmonies we find prenatal familiatries.
Our true voice is our true color, character.
The consensus is a misquided body of census information.
Though the tides seem to be slowly turning
In organizing true resistance to globalistic economic totalitarianism.
It might be too lat eto save man's night.
Remember the child of innocence resides in the cool gardens.
Though the heart can be used to create the stimulus.
Our physical senses only report a portion
Of the actual motion in our universe.
The rest require extrasensory skills attained
Through the veils of the sacred silence.

Rain

Rain, kissing concrete,
The crying walls
Of sad buildings,
Blankets protect warmth,
As well as the souls
of the flying sleeper.
The real duck descends,
Into the pool of the ether.
Neither can speak,
But all recognize the presence
Of black crystals,
And local issues.
Reality recognizes fantasy,
Only at a glance,
Only for its existence,
Just to muse man.

Salivation

I have resolved to salivate
On your favorite salad dressing,
Or your dear held principles,
Who run ahead of their respective schools.
My form is that of a butterfly frozen in mid air,
En route to the jungles,
Thawed by escapism,
Nourished by self preservation.
My stride is that of a guitar string
In the hands of a drunk gypsy courting a fair lady,
Making love with the ascending and descending
Frequencies of the heart.
Time is the father of existence,
Rhyme is the brother of the word,
Words that define the world,
Worlds that refine my words.
Natural water no longer exists,
We must now create what was initially abundant,
And destroy that which took its abundance away.
Is the garden clear for the new plants?
Is the soil still rich enough to support life?
My fears are the shadows behind the edge of dark buildings,
The howls in the night.

Science (Nauka)

Tworząc dwie możliwości rzeczywistości,
Przepowiadając przyszłość rzeczy, które wszyscy znamy,
Zmieniając chore zaprogramowanie wieków,
Nauka zawodzi starając się rozpoznać,
Najistotniejszy pierwiastek ludzkiego istnienia,
Który pozwala panoszyć się władzy.
Jest nim wiara.
Nauka zawiodła nasz świat,
Nauka zawiodła naszą Matkę Ziemię,
Duch przenika wszystko.