rain in april
refreshing the musictree
young Buds
spring open
each with four strings
their fresh music
wafts on air
like an
energetic
perfume
and the solitary were in mounds
while the military heard these sounds
as the stationary were the hounds
in winter's moonlight singing rounds
but
winter's light was
unable to banish the
darkness
i can not read your handwriting
i am only illiterate
in the dark
deluminating the lightness of Cosmos
consuming the allure of Cosmos
playing the phoenician-purple tambourine
dancing the simian-conscience ballet
plotting exotic trajectories
to land on unfamiliar shores
navigating by the Star
that rises from the horizon of the heart
and crosses the zenith of the mind
and may never return, meanwhile monkey-wars
fuel the freezing frosting unwavering flame
their place
in time
they would fill the
silent place
in their
big Brains with solid
ambient words
seeds to live expand
grow fully
shimmering foliage
each leaf a subtle
syllable converting
light into
sounds of time poems
i've been out playing and having some sin!
happyman happyman why have you gone?
i've been a riding and singing life's song!
happyman happyman what can you say?
i've had better than the best fanny may!
happyman happyman how do you feel?
like bumpy and humpy and her happy squeal!
in mature mental
preconceptions
it will be forced
down the tight
channel of the ear
vibrating tiny bones
revealing nothing
approach Music
as a Child
minddoor open
it will expand
beyond ears
shake the imagination
and can reveal
universes
s
cum and
words go
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topoftheline apes
the ones with the Big Brains
they know who they are
playing with fire
water air dirt (dust brains
dirty hands opposable thumbs
and all) thinking
big thoughts
to achieve a pseudoseparation
from their Mother
riding their invention to a
level of esc
ape higher
than their Siblings
big thoughts deceive they believe
their own myths
so on their fantasy planet they're
the power controlling
unlimited wealth
but
Mother knows
the altitude is a Big Brain lie
Siblings don't submit,
they share the real planet
the brainy apes are forced
to sit in a tiny
corner of the Universe
out of death comes re-life
out of fertility comes new life
young Sun plays in fresh sky
(newly painted with
Nature's water colors)
spraying us with warm beams
to burn gray fog from mindeyes
sweet breezes fill lungs
carry the ancient ditty
from Pan's pipes to mindears
stirring (nearly frozen) juices
warming blood expands thru bodies
loitering in loins
thus we interlock ourselves
form the eternal circle
and kick-up the Gigue
'round the Greatgrandtree
to an
swer (quote
oar un)quote
hu
men soul
s "where is
god
's [ of faith
& / or
my(th) ] d
welling place,
my(your) mind
or he(she)art"
the !
of anthro
pomorp
hic ape
s & holy
water's burble
& [ dusty hands
raised
hi
gh (hic) ] f
(wr)aithful
proffers obt
use (yet stern)
silence
if you buy it you're stupid
if you don't you're stupid
the poet was stupid when he wrote it
he would have been stupid if he didn't
stupidity is chaos
the natural state of the universe is chaos
humanity believes in control
churches and governments teach
(thru separation of humans and nature)
control of nature
control of humans
control of life
control is a myth
canard
lie
chaos can't be controlled
life can't be controlled
stupidity can't be controlled
the universe expands
entropy increases
stupidity grows
grows
grows
we haven't lost control
you can't loose what you never had
all we have is stupid
do not despair
do not lament you unloss of control
take solace
no effort is required to not control
no pain can afflict the uncontrolled
no plans are required for noncontrol
to be stupid is to be free
revel in your stupidity
preceding the lite of Lady Ix-Chel
began this brite Tree's creation
the glory and power were there
exploited to the fullest straining
under the weight of privilege
the Ahau was sick even
before the Tree led barbarians
to the land of King-Forests
and tho they claim a holy victory
Xibalba already had a claim
and a literate humanity fell
into the open maw
The Facts are gone
they fled on
little hairy pseudopods
running as fast as evaporated snow
dodging the curious eye
bucking up straight and
lifting little defiant fingers
to the sky
as they left
now that they are gone
the void has been filled
by lies that sneak and squeak
like rats
moving into our walls
and floors
(blocking our doors)
living off of our refuse
they grow
their faces metamorphize
before our minds' eyes
(from twisted black
to bent gray
to curved white
to straight gold)
until we behold
The Facts
spread out thin as atmosphere
our atoms mingling with the
long photons of light
(we avoid the dark shadows)
now at day this day
Moon and Sun take a side step
as part of their long dance
when they embrace and dip
the dark invades our day
a glowing ring of fire
invades our sky
we loose our thin atoms
thinning more
their(our) smallness
is accented by the long dark
and now we are interspersed
with cool space
and star heat
a seam between years
this is where
Möbius Twist