Trepidations
Converted to and by abstraction
I live alone, at a distance
Those I know best I've yet to meet
Driven from madness to boredom
I langor in circuitous introspection
Aging one week for every day
I consult the ghost of Epicurus
And find the illusion of equilibrium unnerving
I remain on the fringes of dereliction
I am known only by my appearance
There is no reason to portray the essence
The neurotic multitudes are not worth the effot
the logos of existential dread condenses in their presence
Inspired by Vedic elegance
I redefine the role of affectation
I find in desolation an industrious nihlism
I quote only the listless
I remember the butchery at constantinople
The social schemata quivers from the lingering anxiety
In the reduction to illusory ingratitude
I give thanks for surviving that wretched, autumnal harvest
The modes of alienation may be infinite
The methods of conclusion become equally tiresome
At the reception, a negation of endorphins
The baroque inequality senses the refracted innocence
I decorate the rehearsing apprehension
I revel in a distorted symmetry
I remember the aspirins of my youth
To to terrace,
A ringing in the ear
The escaping subconscious evokes a prayerful fugue
A haunting serenity elevantes the peering abstraction
Grant me the weakness to harmonize with the ubiquitous uneasiness
Let me know when the world begins to relax
Until then, I remain anchored in distance
Entrenched in a vicarious determinism
I wait for the crystalline symphony
I sense the wake of the collective perturbation
I tremble at the thought of a more ambivalent equilibrium
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Questionaire
For the thinker,
All is connected, all is timeless
The spheres resound the exponential reply
Is the knowledge reciprocal?
A frame of reference,
A pilgrimage to the city of angels
The evanescent coda becomes the medium
The aesthetic paradigm reaffirms the universal corollary
But for whom what it writen?
The learned, the priestly, the man on the street?
Surely not for all
For the expressor,
The world is a whirlpool of relative absolutes
The formless espouses the eclectic ambiguity
From the personal to the impossible
A forgotten passage from the Odyssey and the Idiocy
The queiscent scribe hear the wistful, haunting oboe
Articulating each emeraldine epiphany
The prelude to the crystalline opus
But for whom was it written?
The masses, the elite, the spirals of wica?
A thousand pages, a score of transcending logos
A question in perpetual translation
They hear the words, but not the lyric
The actor takes his place
His lines more representative of reality than the phlebian chatter
In the exodus from the celtic reunion,
The empirical fantasy manifest in electric logrithms
The trumpeter hears the thunder in the east
The narration in the Dolman's tear
For the individual,
The insight is a fortress from the attacking vernacular forces
As the pragma of elegance retreats into the musical sanctuary
But really, for whom was it written?
The learned, the listeners, the human equation?
To whom is timeless aesthetic of value?
To whom is the knowledge beneficial?
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Age of Genius
Swirling through their infancies
The incarnations began
The time was right
God pointed his invisible finger to that northern island
and said ' Let the Renaissance Begin '
Never had the earth seen such an eruption of Art
Mankind, on the threshold of the musician's dream,
was awakened to sounds he had never before heard
The time was right, the first chord was struck
A new era was here
The musical explosion was almost too much
Society recoiled from the shift in consciousness
Never had so many artists reached the masses
All flowed into the new music
The guitar became in icon in itself
The exalted symbol of a cultural awakening
Mankind found new possibilities,
The windows of perception were cleansed
The induced raising of mind became accelerated
As if decades of teaching and revelation had been
Compacted into one overlapping decade
Mankind could now sense perfection
And feel, via musical transcendence, the power and
Glory held within each.
The incarnations continued,
The children of God were born anew
The electric guitar became the centerpiece of a new foundation
The airwaves gave guidance and purpose
The majestic artistry had found its destiny
There were no firsts
A vision by Pink Floyd, a layer of Deep Purple
A ride in the Led Zeppelin, a sermon by Jethro Tull
The forces of nature had waited so long to re-embrace humanity
The answer was a Question of Balance
An imperative from Uriah Heep
A Mountain of metallic thunder, the ear became the eye
From the mystical darkness, a Black Sabbath
And from the clouds, the universal resonance – Yes
The glorious pangenesis included too many to name
The common thread was intelligence, genius
The spirit within and around grew by the day
The enlightenment, the Renaissance was here
The Age demands perspective
As an awakening unparalleled
A re-synchronization of the spheres
The mind of mind, the survival of the earth owes so much,
The brilliance, the genius still shines; The incarnations continue
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Inculcation
See the expressionless child
What does she think?
What does she feel?
Go ahead and inquire
There is some chance of response
Her indifference may disturb
Her demure neutrality may even intrige
In a world so insistent on impressing its negative disposition
She has learned to resist, to insulate
Where is the joy, the playfullness we demand
What happened to the lessons of Dr. Seuss?
Her precocious silence should not express
itself so poignantly...........
Some say the values must change
Some say the thinking must must change
Other say that the feelings must first change
All agree that something must be done.........
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Syndrome
Oh say can you see through the dawn's early light
The twisting of passions that so poison the night
And o say can you hear through the morning disgust
The slamming of emotions from the convoluted lust
Entrenched and entrapped by mere ceremony and ring
Now proving the wicked horror of cupid's errant sling
Erupting from nothing, consumed in cycles of blame
By evening we know the hateful embers will again enflame
Ensnared in romantic turmoil, entangled in a web of revenge
Helpless to break free from this doomed wreckage
By continuing to exacerbate the wrenching, woeful conflict
The weaken the self as well as the social whole
And o say do you believe by another daily plight
The insult to humanity by the vows they so blight
Oblivious to the reasons why to the alter they were led
With no hope of logic or repose, they choose to fight instead
From the ramparts we watch as another battle rages on
Ripping away from sanity, the forgotten promise of dawn
O wave on yon poor mangled banner, over the destruction and disgrace
Through the disharmony and bombardment of a union they so debase
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Repository
I believe you
Your story is too unreal
Your distance is too sincere
Thus another season begins
Something has been lost
Time has taken the connecting veneer
Necessity may render a more attainable perfection
Too many variables have ravaged the absolute
In rearranging, you open doors as other close
Vulnerable to the new absurdity without that enabling disdain
They say the world is an unfigurable mystery
An enticing malediction,
Seeping from underneath into your internal dialogue
Assuming an insecurity that lives to influence decision
I sense within the breadth of your sensibilities
A surrender to the indignity of being unknown
An overlapping destiny emanates from your occultic poesia
As so tempted by the comfort of a derailing sagacity
I know, I can tell from your gaps in meaning
You have acclimated to the paradox of expectation
Our task is to retain a trust in synthesis
There is a value to the privacy you imagine
Years may give another path to that elusive vista
When you sleep, you tap into the great pool, the eternal reservoir
You become the vehicle for resolution
You silence the improbability of a waking repose
So be precious, through the shifting circumstance
Endure as you may, throughout the disjunctive uncertainty
As is, as was, as so gives……………
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Anthropology II
Dogs sniffing and barking at one another
People gossiping over the phone
I see no difference
There is no difference
Sheep being led and herded
People filing into sunday service
I see no difference
A disturbed bee hive
A traumatized ant bed
Traffic at rush hour
I see no difference
Pigs in slop, in reverie
A discoteque on a drunken night
I see no difference
A blue jay raiding another's nest
An executive stalks and decides
They make their own rules
I see no difference
A bitch in heat
The unknown follow and grarwl
A saloon at closing time
Stray cats in the dumpsters
Wild dogs digging in the trash
Lawyers again digging for that certain loophole
I see no difference
There is no difference
The maiden selects the richest, they marry
The hooker aspires to be called
The banker deals and devours
The vultures circle their helpless prey
I see no difference
There is no difference
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Nimbus Socialis
It was the best of times for the worst of the lot
The social equation mutated in a preponderance of conditioning
As the masses seccumbed,
Self Reliance became a cultural anomally
Deception and Deceit became a compulsory fashion
Nature is not pleased
The forum for change has been obscured
The common vision is lost in the social hypnosis
The scoundrel and charlatan prosper
The individual flounders in the illusion of opportunity
What a world……………….
Nature is now a forlorn spectator
Society now says what is right and wrong
They dare not recite the Walden sonnet
What would their friends think
They dare not attend the electric symphony
What would the neighbors say
Long ago, a circle was formed
Around the fire they felt the urge to belong,
Society was born
In bearskins they huddled and sought acceptance
To do as others, to think as others at the expense of the Self
The rules, the oblivion to the controlling beast has not changed
Nature is not pleased
Under the bloated cloud,
The individual finds his role being corrupted and redefined
The new contract has twisted the joy
The joy in sharing of each person’s special gift, talent
The negation of mind has gone too far
Quoting therefrom:
It begins with the individual
But I cannot ask the individual to change
Society must first change
Herein lies the gist of the problem; who changes first?
Grand nature, as an extension of the earthmind
Has been pushed to its limit
She is neither pleased with the politics of the monster
Nor the resulting villification of autonomy
Its not pretty when Nature has been insulted
When Nature, as an abstract manifestation of the collective individuality
Has had enough and decides to rectify the situation
Quoting again:
Its was the worst of times for the best of intentinos, the best of men
Under the massive cloud,
There is no freedom, no fellowship, only control
Something must be done,
The abnormal scope of conditioning has gone too far
Nature has been provoked, something will be done.
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Vespers
In a millennium of a moment
He found his creator, the other world
In seclusion and deep dark solitude
He found out how to fly -- freedom
His dreaming was spectacular
In a showering of Nirvana -- the all
He knew who he was, what he was
With no verbal testimony
He retained his impious and sinister image
Detached and brilliantly alone
He knew of society's outrageous inversion
The candle glows in the darkness
An expanding mandala
An asterisk for Hesse
A symphony and its angular momentum
The holy spirit encompasses
In time, he became all things
And all things and forms knew him and his story
In the space between the moment and the process
He stops to re-live the prehistorical apercu
To experience the same enthralling mystery
The communion had always been
From his Jungian sanctuary
He noticed the indoctrinated swarm
And wondered why the holy spirit avoided them so
Why after so many sermons, they still could not get it
Why they were so closely pursued by such a devil
The density was pathetic, abhorrent, alien
In seclusion and purification
He finds, he found the electric rapture
The powers of tranquil unification
In the embrace of the other world
He discovered a separate reality
A song to grace his soaring
The moment in the day when the world seems to stop
Let the magic begin...........
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Corollaries
On an edict from Byzantium
A new concomitant is born
By reductive amplification
The secondary elucidates the primary
The overlapping dimensions isomerize
Into an inductive excercise in etiology
I have a theory
The theory is androgynous and editic
A constant matriculates through the telescopic conspectus
By associative demarcation
Supposition classifies the corresponding resultant
The auxillary abstracts into a valeditorian premise
The variables mutate
As an exogeric predicate of organic logic
As a dynamic inversion of the reticular schemata
In proportional condordance,
Reason codifies the transactional multiform
As a vicarious consequence of Kant's unknowable
As an qualitative deviate to the Cartesian reciprocal
Relative to the categorical diathesis
Experience isolates the most analytical paradigm
As an operative variation of Hume's seqential probability
As an unconditional integer of Bergson's eleatic juxtaposition
Above the conceptual enthymeme
An indelible dialectic emerges from the academy of amelioration
As a common denominator to Spinoza's integrating equation
As an eminent co-efficient to Wittgenstein's semantic determinant
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The Purity of Zen
I lie in dreaming sleep
The subconscious theater defies the known motion of time
I awaken refreshed
Awareness of emotional trickery a construct of sagacity
I splash my face with water
The bermuda triangle a submerged pyramid
I open the window
Nature a designed interaction of eccentric frequencies
I prepare my meal
Destruction of self importance a key to intelligence
Raising my fork,
My manners reflect a methodical biochemical assimilation
I complete my clothing,
The particle senses the wave; a constellation within the quark
I straighten the area
Music the bridge between the physical and metaphysical
I pause to collect my thoughts
A moment of tranquility worth a thousand amenities
I close the door
The electric symphony a prelude to time travel
I enter the affronting maelstrom
A consistent sanity surrounds me
A more resilient serenity accompanies my day
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Symposium (Secret Treatise)
A. Glossolalia
Speeding out beyond the asteroids, past the planets, into deep space
A tiny signal beams through the dark unknown
Like a valuable message floating at sea
The transmission is found, the script unfurls
Though the vast distance, the grand thesis begins
Flowing in cryptic andante, to be decoded
Hinting of the powerful complexity to come
Under the scalosian rubric, harmonies peel the witless facade
Extolling tht freedom to reason and imagine
Eching the sunjester's immortal soliloquy
Capturing and injecting the aesthetic equation
Known as truth to the power undeen, absorbing and emitting
Turning methodically into a career of evil precision
Submergin into the subliminal majesty
Swimming in arithmatic, the words gave pleasure without meaning
Like on earth, they had listened and sung along in pure ecstasy
Drawn into the sacred mystery by an unknown tongue
Flowing through infinity's tears, becalmed by a cyclonic ethic
Transduced into an ionized understanding as the hemispheres synchronize
Rising from the green pages, in honor of the precambrian sabbath
The underworld awakens to the aquatic mantra
From the depths of neptune, they hear the dreaming scroll
The bottled sounds swell, angling into subdominant orbit
B. The Age of Flowers
Through the quantum distance, an obscure knocking ushers
The script accelerates to its grinning secret
From the dark seepage, a compelling motion subsides
Beyond the midnight barrier, there were murmers in the knowledge
Engaging the cerebral physique, covering the ocular ascension
The warping calculations surrender, in praise of the yellow throne
By extra sensory photosynthesis, the frequencies appear
As the keys and strings merge, in domination, there would be time
Transfered by the power of masterpiece
Inspired to blossom into a world of metallum ponderosa
Signifying the wizardry of these masters of the sixth sense
From the chords of orion to the seven keys of halloween
Reflecting the subatomic schemes, illuminating the italics of metal
Flying in the azure numerology, submitting to the prophetic mutation
Fearless in an altered state, a power crescendos in the mirror
As an introduction to the symphonic catharsis
Suspended in the expanding silver tones,
fruition in the tyrannical current
Witnessing the phonetic bravura, the transmaniacal inception
Gliding throiugh the amazement into a a channeled apotheosis
Moving through the circuitry, an opening was found
An enlightenment, a new age of truth arose
As a vehicle for artistic rediscovery
The skies darken, the flora surrounds the logo
Sirens wail in celebration............implosion
C. Equilibrium
Intrigued by the cerebral intensity of this rare find
A table was prepared to study this dynamic, epic text
To further analyze this holy synthesis of beauty and power
To convene in the name of intergalactic art
Resuming in energized syncopation
Setting the remaing continuity by lofty metered cymbiosis
In stormy response to an obtrusive, nameless ignorance
Ringing in the conceptual, waiting with the crystalline eel, a surcease
Sensing the celestial ear, the grand trilogy begins
Activing the spiritual capacitors by uncanny emotive precision
Drawn into the telepathic sorcery of black blade
Expressing as an eleoquent medium the rhyme of the cosmic cerebellum
Encased in the bottled vibrations,
Lost in hermetic significance
Peerring into the unified multiplicity of the trigonometric egg
Hypnotized by the mystical ambivision of Rama Lexus
Moving to its harmonic equivalent, to a harvest of psychic infinity
Slowing to the glorious depths of an ominous power surge
A prayerful fugue hants the cinematic void
Through the eerie ambience, an abandoned museum in ruin
Emerging to the balcony, assuming their five positions
In holographic trianglulation, in chiling anticipation
Perched at the center of the Avatar's dream
D. Teleology
Exploding into majestic uncertainty
Mesmerized by the thudering presence of another self
Reborn into the magnificent grandeur, into an endorphin deluge
In cosmic celebration of a final justice for musical intelligence
Rippling through the photo-electric clairvoyance
Extending into an experimental transcendence,
Harnassing an the unknown fury
Transformed by a glimpse into the secret of the paradox
Flowing through the alchemic revelations, the metaphysical spiral
Held in incendiary amazement, lasers cross guitars
Activating the atman, freeing an imprisoned wisdom
With phasers on stun, the poisons vanish, the dilithium mind expands
The nocturnal intellect opens into a brainstorm of telepathic wonder
Reversing the injustice, in a laughing panorama of coherent cosmic emotion
Thrown into yet another dimension, floating in the awareness of space
Flying above reason into the circular, redeeming synthesis
Moving to the final frontier of a resonating fascination
Enthralled by the voice of truth, by emotional totality
Reincarnating into the revolving perfection of the universe
Propelled by an encounter with the reality of divine guidance
Dharma roams the tetrahedral winds, times dissolves
Centering in the nexus, in causality's eternal truth
Creshendoing through the illumination, into an ultimate catharsis
As a hymm to the stellar perspective, to the utopian vision, the void howls
Moved by this inhuman testamonial to musical genius
The origin had been tapped, they would investigate
In honor of this discovery, this elite symposium, a stage was prepared
Among the eons, in subspace hibernation
Time stops, as past and future co-ignite
They came from within, their calling a mysterious interphase
They came from the Future, their only purpose to Amaze
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Vicissitudes
I have wagered and wandered
I have measured subjectivity
I have seen what happens when the social psyche
is starved of artistic interpolation
To comely aquiesce,
and then startle with brave assertion
Who is this figment?
An impasse in the unconscious
Do they think as they speak?
The affecting anathema runs amuck
They hear not their own odious locutions
A moment of silent rage for the new wave of ignorance
In the beginning, there was motion and providence
The eloquence of nature harmonized with the
undulations of Karma
The swimming bacterium sought change in the mellifluous
ebbing sanity
In the lexicon of operatic hebephrenia
I have waned and wagered
I have enumerated amazement
I have reversed the chameleon antipathy
With any luck, the elite may learn to adapt
The phases of affection have learned to parallel
The descending pythagorean triad reflects the tide of intellection
The masters have internalized the polarity
The nectar reflects its bavarian hypothesis
In the beginning,
There were grunts and growls
I have both spoken and listened, to mostly nothing
They are the same reality
There is another, the Void
Vastly more beautiful and beneficial
A monastic intervention
Imbeded in the semantic verisimilitudes of fiction
The dreaming body surveys the oceans of Venus
The spirited vapors melt into the electric color
I internalize the fury, the primordial fugue
From the epicenter
I can see the blueprint for devolution
I have heard the thunder
And the frenzied rudiments of communication
I have measured and chronicled the essential variables
I have seen what happens when the laws of Nature decide to change
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Decadence
The best example is: Does anyone remember the music of america?
Can such forgetfullness go undocumented?
Who has orchestrated the elimination of beauty?
Was the return to Nature too much.............
Can you recall the sounds of Santana?
The "powers that be" have seen to that
The phenomena of intention raises its ugly head
The populace is now obcessed with appearance
The world is different. Ask any teacher...........
Sorry if you missed the 60's. There must be something with
which to compare. The world is different.
The return to nature, the celebration of music's spirit was
too much for the powers that be.
Is there a memory left for the Moody Blues?
Can anyone remember a trip down Toulouse Street?
Who has taken away the magic?
Who has altered the natural course of music, fashion, attitude?
Who is so powerful as to replace love and brotherhood with
twisted lying and avarice?
The phenomenon of intention has reared its ugly head
The fallacy of 'its what the public wants' protects and perpetuates
the invisible tyranny
The world is different
The words and music were too much a threat
A conspiracy was born by necessity and a battlefield was positioned
The slaughterings continue
Never before has such a vile, slandering force united in the name
of musical and spiritual annihilation
Never has such hateful power known such success
Scan the airwaves,
Find some beauty, some enlightenment
Its not there -- by design
Sorry you missed or forgot the 70's
The collective consciousness has been ordered to change
The individual is a threat to the plan
With nothing to compare, the non inquisitive masses become the decaying
apple, the object of ruination for the new conspiracy
They feel no wonder, no majic, no truth or beauty
Was the amazement, the beauty, the evolution too much?
The bridge between the greening and the masses became to tangible,
too accessible
The wonderous mass raising of consciousness became by nature's
blessings, too much a threat
By promoting the liquid narcosis, they insure their success and
the inconspicuous suppression
Who has raided the airwaves?
Where are the cerebral, mystical and magical passages?
Where is the beatitude? The imaginative coherence that insued?
What is this new sound? This pre meditated garbage?
Can anyone remember the song for Woodstock? A California Dreaming?
Who could order forth such contrast, such vulgarity?
The powers have implemented the proper antithesis
The negation of memory
Who, in heaven's name, would not only desire, but dedicate their
cause to the programmed corruption of the children?
Its a well thought out scheme
Who do the children imitate?
What do they feel when they act out the conspiracy's wicked vision?
Have enough people noticed?
The powers that be have seen that you not......
The innocence was too much
It might have led to a more threatening beatitude
The masses now ridicule and gossip as never before
With nothing to inspire goodness and truth,
the programmed masses now refuel a more hideous social monster
The mass epidemic of lying is but the beginning
Does anyone remember their own musical moments?
Can anyone recall the freedom, the inspiration?
The soaring electric sounds you once held precious?
Nature's music is a powerful force
Who knows this best?
The powers that be hate you America, and have you in their grasp
Who has so molded the tastes, the thinking of the populace?
Who knows so well the link between fashion and self image?
The children are their next target
Their emptiness and discordance will blossom in the name of the
conspiracy's most vile directive
Such malevolence should not go unnoticed
The powers have become the media, the controller
Your puppet government is owned and controlled by..........
A moment of silence for the peacemakers that once had voice
The best example is:
Does anyone remember the spirit that was beginning to take root?
Can anyone recall one moment, one feeling from a time that so threatened
you know who?
Can anyone speak of that time, that return to nature without the instilled
ridicule and scorn?
The programming is complete. The vulgar stupidity that now bonds the wayward
masses has permeated even the most resilient
The phenomenon of Intent has raised its horrible, hideous head
The programming is complete
You've had a job done on you, America. Don't forget it..........
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Conditional
Assuming a random excess of qualifying accuracy
With no clear frame of reference
Contigent on the deviating standard of a heriditary syllable
The options swell, the pawn watches the queen
Sweeping the scope of presumption
Re-enacting in order to elevate description
In fostering a heirarchy of exclusion
To a dependent, albeit departing code of inference, thus
Given the condition of an elusive, if not unknown causal factor
Where not one, but two causes must interact to produce
Combined into a principle of higher logic, a force manifests
Thereby solving the riddle of insufficiency
Acting together to produce the observed effect
Alone, neither can assert nor engender momentum
Running the gamut of relative absolutes
Fusing the general and the specific; in truth, function, and ethic
Rushed to the utility of an inexact linguistic paradigm
Given the predicament of an abnormal circumstance
One reacts logically, abnormally
In agreement, in normal accord with the situation
Being so, no further abnormality is created
Alloted a limitless array of limiting premises
Begging to differ with the end to the means, if and when,
Knowing the sequential extremes to a ramifying logomania, ergo
Given the condition of a stagnant, deleterious society
The individual waits, society waits
Dependent on the other, neither can initiate change
A third variable must enter and affect
Cross indexing against a vacant background of manipulations
In hypothetical agreement with the formal parameters of self evident truth
Centering in the epilogue, interlocking the vague details
Invariably yielding to an exemplary compensation
Between possibility and probability, in allegorical permutation
A changing analysis for an ever changing set of expectations
Diametrically presupposed to a reciprocating antithesis
Wavering the the prescriptive inequity of chimerean substitution
Given not the systemic stipulation of a free floating exponential
Moving through the barriers of categorical contingency
To an unconditional congruity with the latitude of an ever changing conclusion
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