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October 28, 2006
Categories: Non-fiction . . Author: organbone . Comments: 1 Comment
Day is shorter than
our time together making
Jazz Sounds like love
Outside there’s a party
raucous beer sound guitar scream
Jazz Sound moans louder than
dreamattempts and visions
voices made of theta waves
washing over us under sining
glowing Jazz Sound orbs waterfalling
from our spines like blue white steps
exploding Jazz Sounding white noise black
vision and voice singing choral lights
October 18, 2006
Categories: Free verse, Poetry . . Author: organbone . Comments: 2 Comments
I assume that everyone else is under the same pressure to succeed as I, and are all faultering under said weight. As we approach the 13th, we are handed a bad rap with crazy glue. Let me remind you: thirteen is the number of a Higher Consciousness; three being a number of genative energy and [...]
October 11, 2006
Categories: Non-fiction . . Author: organbone . Comments: Leave a Comment
Oh, Onan! Your seed will be your torment!
And you shall be struck down by your own hand
And the seas of your undying sons will swallow you up
And the tribes of heretics will worship at your feet
And the cities you turn from will turn against you
And you shall turn into assaulted pillars, exalting the ground beneath [...]
October 11, 2006
Categories: Free verse, Poetry . . Author: organbone . Comments: 1 Comment
A vision, a sound
Bright white words tattooed on the surface of a dream
The kingdom, the power
Babe I love the way you move those hips
But a Jazz Sound will kill
Wake me up, wake me up
When the time is right to remember
Baby, babe, those hips will drag us down to dream!
You wont know what to do with [...]
October 10, 2006
Categories: Free verse, Poetry . . Author: organbone . Comments: 1 Comment
(a poem for S., inspired by Kim Smith)
You have become sublime in the crucible of the Great Beast’s Furnace
And crystalline, balance becomes volatile
Incineration forms the flame which lights the way
And joins sublimation, incineration
A powder inflamed, spirit formed
The Spirit of the Sun
A circle, a work completed.
October 3, 2006
Categories: Free verse, Poetry . . Author: organbone . Comments: 3 Comments