Radio Sessions poems

Intro

I have a world laid out before me,
-PANIC IN EYES-

A sonic painter raps on the door
-ACT SURPRIZED-

The trouble maker player
A real mover and shaker
Is here to awaken
Nothing shaken?

A land of sheer illusion awaits!
Tap your head and you will see
How I live: it’s easy
Remember always keep your left foot
Beside your left foot
And everything will be okay!
Rub Your Toaster.






B.U.T.

What I see
Is all in my head.
The space is deranged,
and the nature is bled.
Sometimes the weak
Come out for a listen.
Because often enough,
What I know
Is all in my head
And what I feel cannot be said.

Beauty, in the springtime,
Comes in many different forms.
Basically all the same.
But some different
Enough to really feel...

This is the moment of my creation,
My over-stimulation,
My fear sensation,
But never desperation.
Bringing out the way I feel,
Such simple inspiration.

A sacred, in-heart revelation:
Love found.
While in the present
a reality of private invasions,
Awkward resolutions,
A distance maintained against all will;
I am powerless
Against my emotion,
Verging on obsession.
But to bridge the gap
Would be a swan-dive
Into the pool of life
that surges in my blood.

Enlightened,
spiralling up
to undiscovered-land
Crazy planet ride child.
Motion, cause and flow.
Place and time.
Distance = Power = words on a page.




Radio Session #1

Maintain position
Withold evidence
Under Arrest.
Behold the truth,
Between me and you.
It lies within
A thing that is fixed,
It lies.

Light, intoxicating.
Feeling bubbly
And clearly seeing,
Forward beyond
Blue Sky.

Mountain / something given/
air spy,
deer fly,
high,
fallen from in lullaby.






X


Jimmy-Jams
And Coctail rises
For Another day
Blastic Peacocks
Along the way,
The world is a rock...
And backwards edges
Rinses heavens.

« Revisited »
You are the one,
Be now forever
in cab-struck pleasant-vane.
One
Two
Hoo
Hoo
Hoo.





Radio session # 2

Fearing for his health, Mr. Bonners decided to go visit the Doctor.
Once there, they attempted to remove the device but with no success,
He was then referred to the office of Mr. Firstriend, a professional in the matter,
Who move to eliminate the problem.
When FirstReind came up with the device. Intact and flashing green,
Judge HellenKeuller declared it a national holiday!
Mr Bonners Died, a device less man.
Some say he was the better for it, only he really knew...







Creative desire creation

On this evening of Christ,
I sit alone, writing
Images of the past fly
And explode on the solid constructs
of this particular reality,
To fall shattered on the cobblestones
And cut my feet when I begin to walk.

On This evening of Christ,
I sit alone, writing
But I am never alone (you say)
Visions of the future fall from the heavens
To cover the shards with hot air and mist.
If I were a dirigible
I'd inhale the vapor and float off,
into the cotton-ball sunset
dumb and soft.

On this evening of Christ
I sit alone, writing.
The ebb and flow
Spiraling in perpetual turbulence.
I am clear on this day,
And I can catch a glimpse of the great pattern,
The great loom,
And the tapestry of history that falls from it.
Line by line,
Row by row.

It creates, or is created.
There is no distinction.
I live and create.
I am created by life, outside my own humble existence.
The loom is mine
In my own perception,
To do with what I will
To create what I desire
what do I desire?
Nothing but creation.
Live or die by fire.