Tag: mystical poetry
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Messengers
life is proof of what lies beneath of time? no. messengers, engaged in godlike transformation upstairs, in a room upstairs, in a magic (mystic) space there, by the dunes sleek, orgiastic & frayed the first wild thrash of dawn he is young, not pretty, using words or sacrifice at last a light ascends how do we […]
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Mandala Effect
situation is parallel water to sleep on and water to wake you perspective is mystical elongated mind like recurrent water consciousness at terrapin high noon the present is the middle of this phrase on leaving tigers miss the mark
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The music at the end of the world is beautiful.
What we know of the end of the world is beautiful. Weightless, even. Mind, media, mixed messages of rebirth and transparent endings. Gods of misfortune. Indecision. (These things exist in the shadows and are nameless.) Mobs, mayhem, sweet monstrosities. Surround the night like armor and are victims of a more perfect future. The stars are […]
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Hitchhiker
hitchhiker in time have you witnessed the procession of funerals & signs? alternate states of chaos & religion ruins like a faraway place brother within a dream carried in on a mad atmosphere of change masked man drugs & caviar face like a higher god disappears & is confirmation of life
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Diary of Enlightenment
call it a man molecules & memories awareness (somewhere beyond a naked why) parading in unknown streets (you approximate the glory of the starstruck & alive) the hype of passing clouds tosses hips ushers in the warmth of sacrifice skulls & science
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Sandman Express VII
all that’s left at the end of this story’s a struggle, a penniless offering from the scantest corners of a forest, the scent of a long-forgotten tear like melted yellow perfume and a snap of the fingers that sent up a parachute like a tornado of fried tumble weeds, a pocketful of gleaming teeth strung […]
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Death of the Pendulum
Joan Miró, Painting (The bottle of wine), 1924 it was a lizard that exhaled the fumes, i was certain of it, and shrunk the eye of the morning like a melted rainbow —but someone had propped up the mouth—with the arms of a stilted bird or an inverted river made of frowns that poured out […]
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Sandman Express VI
Read more of the Sandman Express poems. except when he left it mattered that someone had stolen the barrel and plucked out the wood like a house of broken marionettes it was a scene that played out like a two-cent fiddle, a rhyme that never rounded the bend, an unholy landslide that broke through a […]
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Elegance in Circles
Salvador Dalí, Portrait of Picasso, 1947 tell me the entire face is mine, even the subtle interior, like a self-tied knot or the crutch of a malformed pearl that rests a weakened fleece on its forehead and tell me the riddle at the end of the nose is also mine sunny cranial jukebox sly rhythm […]
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Sandman Express V
Read more of the Sandman Express poems. the price, in the beginning, was a simple necktie with a knot like a half-eaten moon, a vase of flowers and the dust from a magic carpet that had sailed to all seven setting suns or so said that wiry old mystic as we shotgunned along on his […]