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Poem Account Poets wylde Barry Fitton Craig Moore Joshua Griffin panta rhei Paul Kren Orphicgoblin Jota judih |
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| Craig Moore |
| Karmapoly Over the subtext of the sands rain blood voices drips off slants of roots in the empty future rags of weaves; shrill red sounds only to transcribe forgotten swirling grids wrapping yellow smoke around galactic caves long ages; patterns golden twine coming through the death patch fold hole timeless destinies through the eye zone bowls of mountains reflect inward starry turning infinity to words agony strange tongues; desert cities in forever dance designs over and over spoken jewels never the beatin gold vocabularies, never fields of time wheel in and out shadows of endless night songs; snow above tears crystal vortex rainbows holy cows on air smells in kali porno alleys twist braids jagged teeth shower scorch zeros alien eyes shadow wrapt around sounds in hollow orbs purple lights bounce off wires of opal noise frozen spoken forevers over and over prayer chant; staccato off throats of lapis mirrors notes are belching off metal drums of space I arrive here in the year OOO13 it makes no sense; lifetimes of chaos sweep across vision i hold the tiny window of chasms in my tar hand whispering songs in many tongues; combing the ends separating the notes between dragon beats; parrot memories descend into taboo depths outside sunlight plays across ancient surfaces, oceans of colors shatter the silence with more silence; yet buzz of electric vibrations twang from valley to valley I'm in a hotel of elephant gods with choga horns electric pink neon music meditates on my scriptured wall of Bon ritual and garrish revolving death wheels rooms endless move through my meta-minds eye and moan like sly whores in exquiste gowns in love temples across the hill from my hashish feather afternoon i sleep for eons i open third eye rivers in Shangar allia...dreams fall off yak butter mounts remembering the dark majiks melting like ice in cups of shabok tea, prayers of karmapoly roll off my bones i sleep yet i am dreaming i am awake as i die in majik wars over and over, as i build checkered towers in forbidden letters with woosh dagger shapes i came here to recon with floods of light arrows to conjur ancesters of shamanic sorcery to find life growing in warps of future time, find a black flower to follow circular star maps in hidden crypts power I float in trance through Gobi deserts of lost races of beings of light and dark that speak in bird song that remember the moon wine distiled from beams long gossamer threads of silver words that drink meaning itself, through holy Zeros of opening petals of love |
| Poetry III |
| contact the poet: nuit@adelphia.net |
| Tall Cool One after the song by the same name I've got dragster flames coming out my cool shades after the first rhapsody rush comes down the golden sax tube after the bird word is flipped I'm on a slow boat to China the starlight is shooting the curl and I am riding the cosmic wave rave my pucker lips on the reed, eyes bead closed ready to blow this juke joint down rememberin the summer time blues I'm in a jazz match stick town I'm dancing to the tall cool one. a tune that plays from a revolution turnable fuzza-delic comming through the WOW maaan! goin through the radic-kali changes beatnik sputnik, so stra-aaa-nge I'm in a spacy lunar capsule blasten off looks like up to me, smokin my first zig zag jag the cymbals talk the tic a tak, a taka taks tic cool so groovy man, that rat a tat, tic a tak on that brassy flat hat, setting up the dream don't talk back, I'm in a club house pooka jack got my soft poka dot shirt flap open, got my shama lama lu. I'm floatin like a guru nothin but them juju dayglow skeletons shakin, green neon eyeballs rollin in my gut I'm hoppin in place tall cool one keep gettin taller an. I'm watchin it grow that ol tom collins glass reflecting dirty ol man in a moon with a cherry like a bomb about to blow slow I'm goin down like a sea sick clown keepin the beat in my brain, crazy slo mo cartoons on dinosaur bone rain comin down my brain pan alley my belly buddha feel like fruit cocktail jelly got lady day on the eternal box scratchy helly tall cool one some lamp tattoos lava sending signals from a red bare watt bulb thin chinese paper lantern ball all around flashin on foggy night walls tiny shiny dragons tossen tall cool one's playin the traps, craps I am totally gone, no rat fink am I, so gone into the tall cool tune that I am hearin other sounds in back, comin on and off between stations noise, changin the radio dial but all the while tall cool one still bleedin in it all be in my mind, now the weird sounds be twistin around themselves, sax and horn out black holes of space sounds, torn notes out a snake charmers basket, the flute do'in the hip hypnos eerie call to da mystic giggly vinyl 45 still on the hifi, and the stations flippin the bandwidth, static in and out, a comercial fo whiter then white, then news about nothin right tall cool one all the while with cheap needle still scrapin the bone grooves, the tune a bit warped, and I am still flippin the channels to the twilight zone; then the 'Shadow Knows' I'm still too cool, like that icy drippin tall one |
| jabalajigalaboogi What history meant when it took a nose dive what all that mind manifesting music does when it ripples through the jyp jive, man alive, how did we ever arrive at this jack car o act juncture still snapping like hep up cats and makin goo goo eyes at them up tree genesis gnosis blue moon backwards creepy sleepy peepers? jeepers the shit sure do get deep fanned don't it, sure for sure, this human thang it be all flippin out on some very weird trip all them dreams we been dreamin all the extremes we been knowin all the potentials we got for transformin but it sure do get strange don't it? all them changes that comin down that ole pike as we be headin into dat ole photo finish at dat ole end of thee freakin tunnel! how the hell do ya balance jesus with bushus how the heckamondo do ya reconcile Buddha with Bozo, Godzilla with Geronimo Rimbaud with On the Road Row row ya boat of a million years with this lil rave light of mine and hip hap happy whack gonna let my god bone shine brotha can ye spare an indian head dime? can ya wave some dat indivisible inalienable jazz in our direction in some four corners kinda way can ya not play tiddely winks with the only freedoms us human beings have a right ta live for? |
| The Serpent Hub Radiant spun wheel in all directions at once of rotating golden molten pattern grids inside the chaos hawk over temple mansion i was the shadow thrown black circle of whirlin wings at the appointed hour the time gate flung wide for thousands ages and nothingness my robe of the riot of colors ready to stride through to the dark vaults in tiers of knowledge rise as the struck iron tongue awakens the voice pylon stone of truth walks the frenzy edge out of the future at the crimson hour i will thy done rung climb thee other one small scrawl of intimate sun when the crown shadow folds back under the thunder of rainbow my frail remembrance forces the grail flood within river eye scrye flows over blood holy cities in nights of never just how it we arrive at this dire passage neath the babalon moon and sing rose cross songs to the phenomenal bird of our dreams just how it happens that grand schemes come languish in secret forbidden language it seems dead to the lost nuances between things so we must needs be fool ourselves into magick mirrors of now dancing in rhythms hidden sound the earthen key of thee black period of the work is struck inside glass furnace musics crescendo all strange words written in history falling toward that source stumbles through arcane alleyways as if in some jazzification trance spell the letters floating of air inside plumes of smoke she spoke to thee inside the mystic waters thine ages have begun to beg at the divine chance to play the part in the rag costume of the morn born on the street of fire in a clangor of doom this inspire beatitude within pages of rage circus of flowers explode down the graven image we are this oracle spin on our own volition of tears as sleeps the dragon so the tiger of repose now the cherry red ball of love peeps through thy blinds so too the triumphant enlightenment hails the quiet dawn drawn the dead bolt come walk along the pale avenues i see thee wrapped in transparent shrouds of reflection this found moment has begun eternity |