A Dance Summons

We're nowhere near answers, mind you,
Just a sense of divine self assurance
That all of this is purely nonsense.

A plant…  they've got sleeper agents

Dear God, these fuckers are insane!  Layers upon layers of disinformation symptoms
& wolves howling in the darkness.
I know who is out to get the world,
& who wants to rule the few…

Please fight a battle for your own side
@ least, just once in a while?

A shaman approaches



 Dare to steal the passion
Dance to inner reason
Learn to lie for love
*
Tender
Receptions
Lifting
Perceptions
*
Another work day drawn
To the flicker of the neon



 Everything False, Nothing Forbidden


When You've found
Nothing
In the middle of
Nowhere
Then you'll Know
That you're Now Here

Now You Are Here.



 F  N  O  R  D
Glued to your television
W/ your hands on the remote
& that still small voice
whispering
in your ear
 F  N  O  R  D
Can you psense the anguish
Where the wyrds have been
& words just don't add up?
 F  N  O  R  D
Cliché after all, is it all an illusion
Attention at the drop of a whim
Like is it in your head that it doesn't
Or does it get in your head as it is?
 F  N  O  R  D
Yours truly, your body, your umbilical cord
Reattached in your brain
Remain sane & ignore the television!
 F  N  O  R  D



Floodlights @ Midnight
~!!!~

left watching the terrors come waltzing
through mirrors of constant compression
alive @ midnight w/ only the shallow
the strongest racing for deeper waters
& in their paths we wallow

then floodlights @ midnight
come dawning in the hollow

now opinions
dribbling away

give gravest attention
the shadows where you follow



 In Defiance
We are silence

In Denial
We are style

In Desire
We are fire

In Deception
We are perfection

In Conclusion
We are a union
of confusions



 It
Defiantly
Seems
To
Appear
To
Be
That
Way



 OI~2K

The cool dimness of oddities

The dawn of a million years of no edge
All gathered together
For our own amusements…

The fates look wearily upon our sculpture
Open weak amusements to indisgressions,
Revisit the darling companions
As inconsequential interfering persistances,
Thus removing the case in conflict

EITHER THAT OR WE BEST HAVE TIME TRAVEL!



 We are the Dead

There are no others

No constant confusions to keep us awake
To take apart, to misuse,
To reduce to its lesser bits.

That image lies dormant
A constant awareness.

Come in deep, fuck w/ the beast
Lie dormant
& calm in the wake.

There are no others.




I.chaos comes a'questin' gotcha all neon eyes
now you know how it all comes on a'crashin'round
on down near chaos & all its got to be
& them fever restrictions & constrictions & structures
& all them gots ta gotta be there don'tcha know
you know it all'n so what, now?
Personally left all why not out w/ temptation
& passed on w/ naught but a how & why for
what reasonings you need this, what now?
break in down town
got great demonstrate
the found---Riot Crown
Hearsay @ the trial all the while night calls
feel image insertion & controlled bleeding
given secrets & daydreams, lost & forgotten
all the while...
Order, stuff & oblivious, plodding in a controlled style
freethinking about style on job & symbolic stringent
& everything placed & the fires blow free as the world
spins its mystery & even the masters came into
their pastures, it is the final countdown we all gotta
watch, our eyes transfixed on 2000 clocks, &
order & chaos will go head on head & both have
their fans & their own favorite ends.

II.& it comes, slow fast hard turning
break through freedom visual imagery
throw breakneck @ overhead movement projections
sick intensity lost on the voyuers
words swung back open against the cell walls
slam shut drag intruigue out into the light
& wrench conspiracy of silence in shouts of denial
sore, sore & beat down
tell reason, speak cold heart & staring
glimpse triumph & graveside restless
twist harmonies & forgiveness into cold thread
wound tight, grievances aghast
hallowed, shudder against the colder months
alien memories throw hard headed moanings
against trying to find, against seekings
& ephemeral purpose
outcast & doomed to wander
fragrant, solid intense & built to stand
to forever deny decay, w/stand entropy
& grabbing the eternal, to petition, to prostrate,
to twinkle & laugh, & beg off the sentancing
to call on mercy & pity & destiny in the courts of karma
here these old ways stink of decay & limelight & shame
these worshipful & pious assume dark aspects
here lore & myth prevail, & time acts out its role
what then?  what shall we demand?
there is only the faint knowledge
still burning deep
of castles & heroics & warrior gods
the walls of perception are flooded
overrun by the barbarians @ the gates of free enterprise
& the pirates own the salt mines.
the slaying of the fae has reached its climax
all the old ways & the elder races vanish
& we are blind to their absence
they leave behind curses
slaughter & vivisection our ritual compassion
for those weaker who stand in our way
we have our own gods on our side
& can commit no sin
the wolves mourn
& howl their loss

III.& it goes tense dense discontented
these calm moments foreshadowed
my heart is torn, bound by the whispers of what if
dangling on the edge of madness, despair, memory & decay
I want it all, the touch, the hold,
the great barriers against loneliness
& she was my one first touch @ what could be
not for me alone I follow, search for what is known
& hollow, & despairing of fate, & destined for this wasting away
my heart calls out for escape
& shakes apart its cell
I drink to forget, to dull the memories,
to pass beneath the veil of being,
I drink, & the bottle tastes of fiery tears
find these dreams...  my ache leaves me awake
through loneliness & sullen darkness
find dreams w/ passion, leave cool senses outside the walls
climb the fearful, the core of being, & stagger
drunk on forgotten emotions
she touched me more than I
if only
no pain, no guilt
her beauty & her soul leave me stunned
staring @ the oncoming frozen headlights
she meant the world to me...  know how it all seems hollow?
pointless in the pre-dawn hours?
Alone w/ only my thoughts to kill, to condemn, to exonerate
redeemed by the memory of her passing
tried & imprisoned by the voices I remember
she had sacred visions I recall in dreams
close these walls
touch the doorways & sleep
enchanted by the memories my heart has awoken
& melts, a soft ache
exposed to this reality once again
days strung out in tranquil seasons
laid cool against fleeing moonlight
as our shadows contain our motion
move w/ sullen sheer pretense
all rested, laid aside, we are thrown to the warzone
& given a dagger of silver & a chalice of gold
voices assault me
give flesh to disgust
to unending annoyance
I despise what I've discovered
find rage in the latest craze
we are a culture of greed
& the great ones are forgotten
left lying in places of torment
rotting behind the facade of history






there's this place I get stuck in

so I clutch at the walls
& I grip
this is trouble
& I slip through 
cracks

crumbling stance leaves traces
like trances staring mindless
awestruck devices advancing
through maniac remarks
to tender hearts
made new

a vanishing memory
of what was once cold
decieving myself
when I was alone &
poised to panic

there's this place I get stuck in