Powder

Thinking nothing
Balancing all
Original thoughts of a midnight zeitgeist
Cascading slowly by so that the mask made submissive, cowed.
Crumbles into powder upon first touch.
It is tasty
I touch it
So be immersed
Judgements permanent state hardens.
Fear of exposure
They don't teach how to love.
Starvation and neglected by lack of support
A pitiful cry of the bleeding
It knowingly touches your mark
The spirit is gone into a shroud disconcerted by daylight that isn't empty
Of self-deceit.
Unnecessary ardour of this suffusion of time
Coalesces
Into an amazing machinery that would murder your star.
And so you forget the will to think
Do I want this?
And if I do, am I weak if I give you my life
For I don't know what is power
If I don't desire it
Not my apology.
For when I am awake
A gypsy sun spirit reflects your resentment
Torpid.
A victory in the house of cards.
Empty fortress that no thirst from that powder you inhaled,
Can be slackened by it.
Happy to be empty for the sake of it
I watch you descend willingly in the trough
Mistaking mud that hides your heart to be your saviour
A free will that will quicken death
Modern masculinity without a cause.
For the sake of it.

Nomos Dreaming at Ngunnawal

Parched and deserted scape of mind
Emptiness and discomfort become a part
And hard to tear away in this environment
Believe the distance to be far and it is
Rescue from this quicksand running faster
Won't do you any good.
Constructed concentration of thought gathering
Erring in your way
It is calamitous
Feeding energy with energy
Propel yourself on false values  and in this pit
Inevitable death.
The mind full of ghosts
To what is empty and what do you speak of as mindless.
They come and they go
But rarely linger
And know the reality of the feeling of quicksand
Thoughts overwhelming
Sinking closer to the mirror.

Anima of Pythagoras

Romantic baubles sitting in wine
Voluptuously seduce me where I am
Fire uninhibited with fear
Belief in metempsychosis
In this tournament of undressing.
Arched
And satisfied with urban hunting
A plumage of veins stands proud
And ready to inherit its terrestrial prize
Whitewashing Babylon
With the doubling of the cube.
In the cult of Orpheus
You swoon

Auto-Poet

Nothing but this is
Why we were so much
For that time
A long way from no
Scratch the time and input
Up and running out with my family
To look elsewhere nor follow nothing
But the reality of your own personal decisions
Blow my life and focus on creativity must
Admit it will strengthen the bond.

When he gets the infinity of my own spoken words
Go out of my own little girl who is smart usually
Working out the details of the atrocities committed
By this.
Pen without having fun for you
Silks supposed launch
A missive be it ever so cryptic signatures from me
Perhaps you have a little quirk
To love me for my words
Which this time around
Mostly thinking about telling you
These words mostly predictive text chosen.

Barakei

The punishment of a rose
Self-made and deserving
Confinement,  not.
Of course you penned it.
Sun and Steel
In the courtyard, a naked self-revelation
Bare for all to see
Akin to Saint Sebastian.
Between Eros and destruction
The die slowly moved
While you vacillated.
Highly conflicted Erudite
Mirrored image ritualized in Zodiac
A disciplined code to follow
What was it like for those who followed.
Levis
Loincloth
And a rose.
You gave yourself up
With innate precision
You knew the outcome before it culminated
Sound in Body and Mind
Fo there would be no decay.

Sobriety

Stench
We all contribute something different
Even egomaniacs impact individually
Visceral, spiritual or theoretical intentions
Your spoke of anti-rhythm in my mind still turns a wheel
Though it's sometimes better to focus
Intent
Makes a difference on the consequences.
Counselling neurosis
While stirring barley and lentils
With spinach
Out of earshot from the dripping faucet.
We  legislate a ban on smoko breaks
But happy to serve you with the Responsible Service of Alcohol
Over-stimulate you with too much caffeine
Let's hope it's fair trade.
Before too long we'll find a way to genetically modify you
If that option turns out cheaper.
I don't like conflict, you say
I suppose you contribute in other ways
Even Sir Thomas Moore
Looked the other way.
There's no I in team,
But still,  there is me.
Get up from that hangover.

Waves

The battle of Marathon
Earthy
Faeries  flushed out
And nature torn apart
The upward curling vines creep up
Linear,
Pollen of yellow dust.

Roots sink beneath the rotunda
Outside
The battle scape has changed into
Something more insidious.
A sunshine shadow
They're quick to cover up
Its gas that's still extant
Even if you can't see it and lift an eyebrow in question
Mercury,  Uranium, amnesia or noise pollution.
We'll clog your highway and take a smoke-o  while you sweat it.

It's a marathon
Bring out your arsenal from inside that closet.