snowhite

snow
white
sleeps on
the ground
with not a sound
absorbed in beautiful dreams
as it seems
of shining crystals
and clear blue ice
in frozen lakes
quiet winters
disguise

What remained

What remained
was the words he wrote
or so he thought
the odd bloke

what he did
not know
was that
all he ever
wrote
and all he
ever said
was taken
from someone
elses head

someone
on the other side
of the pacific
dreaming
both bizarre & surrealistic
of other times
and other riches


little did he know
that the information
he swore was his own
was sneakingly borrowed
from another man
in Texas
named
Owen-Keith or
perhaps its
the infamous
one and only
 Darryl  Columbo  !

         ~

Visitors of mindkind

A starship
outside my house
communicating
telepathically
through
micro
sound
waves
invocing
visual images
of mysterious
beauty
and awe
i dare say
with a spark
of electric blue
and mentalic
silvery
gray

you see....

i opened the stargate
and * they* came
to my aid
in the hour
of no time
revealing themselves
on the very inside
of my brain
yes its true
very true
what i have
just exclaimed

true in a sense
that makes for
me a purpose
of living with
an extra terrestrial
id-entity

that speaks in rhymes
and riddles
and writes in poetry
like a madman
dancing
to  his fiddle
on the roof
of the ancient
brothers
cry and giggle

a starship
i wonder
of all wonders
i deeply ponder
making myself
o so aquainted with
that  feeling
of being under
the spell of...
yonder

~~

he knew too many words
they said
he talked of so many things
they said
he was over his head
and he talked with the dead
all these things
they would say
and then when there was
nothing more to be said
there would follow a long
unbroken silence
where only
the wind in the curtains
would speak
without any words
the very message
of peace
to these people
who knew not
and where hard
to convince of anything
but atleast
the wind tried
its best
it did what winds
do and made a blest
 through an open
window and
replenishes the very soul
on a hot summer day
or freezes the bones
in winter
if  so
it may

Silver Starlight

Embracing
the mind universe
with my loving
mental
tentacle
arms
&
merging
with the liquid sea
of tranquility
to lischious sounds
of bubbles
bubbling
in me

going ahead
with everything
at stake
nicely roasted
for dinner
i take

going steady
with an idle plan
to ruin the ruin
and mend the old
man

move swiftly
thy pen
upon the paper
of lust
and love
for the sake
of women
and children
cute little furry animals
and the elderly
whos sensitivity
is heightened
and acute

move recklessly thjyi penn
uponn the paper of distrust
and descover the utter nonsense
that infolds thereon
learn from that
and learn from this
and take heed
for the night of the mind
is oft  long in
the mountain
of Yuggoth

be brave upon rising
and dress with the will of
the gods that govern the day
and Lo !
in a hue
dost thou know
that presence
of  presence
with no
name
that moveth
in the world
that PhaNtoM
of infinity
that souls
answer to
in the magick
hour
that AwEsomeneSs
that transcends
upon  an entire village
and makes the village people
speak in rhymes
and riddles
that yes
and this too
and many more
mysterious PhenOmenaL
things that happen
in this world
while we sit
there in our chair
not quite sure
what to expect
and then it
happens AgaiN
to confirm
the presence
of higher fOrces
at work inbetween
the seams that hold
reality together
in One pieCe
dear olD
frienD
friend Of friends.
and their kind
with their families
and relatives
all the way back
to the first people
who made  the first fire

         ~~























~

what?

WHAT IS THIS ?
WHAT IS THAT?
WHATS WHAT
AND WHATS
NOT?

WHATS THIS
GOT TO DO WITH ANYTHING
AT ALL?

IS THERE ANY
SENSE
MAKING
ANY SIGN
OF CONSCIOUSNESS
WAKING
OR IS IT IN FACT
SLEEPING
IN THE LULLABY LAND
OF  DREAMING
SEA~KING?

Spirutunelle

Spirit
knows
what the mind
can only guess

Spirit
knows
the unknown
like a bird
knows the air
on the first
day of may

Spirit soars
in the high
up above
and moves
deep down
below
theres other
knowing
but to know
that spirit
knows
lo & behold!

eSprit

writing
and reading poetry
summons the spirit
to merge
with the art
of creation
& to be one
with the
exalted joy
of
inspiration

there are
moments
when spirit
says what
pleases the gods
and then
there are
moments
when spirit
repeats
itself
chanting
the chant
of repetition
in the eccoing
mountains
of transformation

what?
asked the uncertain of
and the certain
replied:
-not-

for there was
no sure reply
and the answer
was silence
in the void
of nada

however