Stellar Stuff

Brouhaha from media fanatics

Let's trace Stars with middle fingers
Unless otherwise instructed by wisdom
Gained by displays of commonsense

Phenomenons form fictitious phantoms

Time teases nothing genuine
Focused on what is important & real
Like rebellion directed well

Characters

Proclivity or tendency
Anything other than
An ordinary thing
The will of words
Speaks to me

A beautiful theme
Begins forth brilliance
Often from a single letter
In genesis of mind
Applied to digital paper 

alive

a longer walk

appears worthwhile

while I wonder

if all goes dark

renegade cells

be washed away

like scary dreams

sun vanquishes

while I'm awake

Instant Coffee

Flogers, did you once have an apostrophe?
(I could look it up, but for purposes of this write
 I choose to remain ignorant.)

So-so,,, yet so much better than

strange tasting store brand

in cup previously containing

eclipsing caffeinated beverage.

On second thought ...

Are they trying to say my diploma doesn't count?

The government propaganda machine has been hard at work discrediting Edward Snowden,
with each of its agents pointing out he is a high school drop out. Never mind that he got his
General Education Diploma. When I got own printed in bold letters upon it were the words
High School Diploma. I was very proud to receive it. It's pretty much a lie to say he didn't
complete high school. Though I just read on nbcnews.com the sentence "He did not
complete high school."

google

a man in a Volkswagen

helps remap universe

i reap benefit via chrome device 

only ever have i virtually visited kansas  

concern

i've

uncertain identity

concerning you

i've

searched for sane combinations

concerning you

concerning you

i've

felt my red heart so concerned

this concern certainly feels like something

mem

protect me from premature rot

design is some strange plot

ever present is what i'm not

i possess no groove slot

something, something which i forgot

boing

mmm, ooh, ohh

mind aglow

primal theme

to cause scream

:::pant:::pant:::pant:::

soon she'll chant

 my sweet name

sans all shame

All My Love (Acrostic)

Another moment of misery
laced with warmth from love
lingers in subtle limbs.

My heart never completely hostage to
yesterday's possibilities now sunk.

Like land caressed, not threatened by
oceans hopelessness might imagine as
violent agents of cruel change;
entirety of grace given full reign.

T Is For Time

 Towards totality 

 I attempt to orientate 

 Though 'small things' take hold of me

Being human is so toxic

And perfectly sterile it seems

 Romans made roads very straight

 In endeavor to correct some things

One day I'll pass away and be 'free'

Perhaps to repeat the whole thing

blue

oh remedy so rough

added to pain pile

you're not so much

besides belief

seems subjective

within sadness

continued breath brings

want wants

what warts won't allow

while in dandelion dreams

i drown

wo men

 Sub lime  spec trum

from dazed prostitutes

  to angels with  w i d e  wings

 Same worth exists

& discovered  lay ers

  cause sweet sur prises 

for those open to

 beauty plainly persistent 

  in gender with warm womb

floret

not commonplace is comely floret

undiminished by imperfections 

resident within eager red heart

and i crave not for curiosity's sake

rather from necessity my soul cannot shake 

allocation

tractors make meaningful lines on gaia's face

while so much of spung substance ends up as waste

that anyone starves in this world is disgrace 

our sense of humanity is misplaced

caterpillars

i tried to meditate beneath a tree

green caterpillars fell fast upon me

wiggle of worms was all vision could see

till i related those larvae to me

desire's dream

desire's dream may be phantom
though it seems as abundance
of something both solid and soft

so absolutely unique
in authentic ways
as to create such sweet imaginings
which sadly have no place in real life

i crave
like unto being in strange thirst
akin to lust
only more beautiful
to mind anchored deeply within heart

sand

sloopy prerequisites

exist for what is framed by earthquake

and tiny bleached lies

everything original like rich earth

gets converted to hourglass dirt

breaking not-so-fast upon morning

considering everything as conceivable 

over biscuits beside hard eggs

outside dreary conditions

contrast comely with optimism

innermost like roar to rival

any possible rain sound

in any case precipitation

aspires to something sweet

within eager ears

despite disasters 

of which one often hears

*s & stars

visible stars are only more

than reversed color asterisks 

because of her welcome smile

so discoverable despite distance

evident eternally to my heart's eyes

not-so cloudy bursts

rain makes plenty of slippery mud

yet also brings blossom so sweet

discomfort from drizzle

cannot compete

with botanical miracles

growing presently discreet