Michael

All moments remembered
Embedded in light
So the dead are still with us
They are just out of sight
Four dimensions forever
No return no invasions
Because frustrums of cones
Are volume equations

Ode to Woe

Dear Christ, I look like my Mother!

Contemplations of a non reflective surface

Many are the miles from whence i came
One perspective tells me that i remain the same
Yet another one tells me I'm so far from
Ever understanding this creature that I have become

Creatures of Light and Darkness

Savage joy in the core millions of years in duration
Replaced suddenly by ejection to the corona
Flung from the troposphere upon sunlight pressure
Converted after eight minutes nineteen seconds

Sensations of sharp skull rooted teeth
Taste of blood smell of prey
First incarnation as human
Or I’m dipped in shit

Particles slamming into this ion soup
Digested by the EM field
Excreted as Aurora
Light patterned from chaos

Attention diverted from complex conditioned reflex
Now a hovering desire to peer just to see
To the very verge of a question
So hard not to track the feces of foodstuff

Atmospheric displays of energy dancing
Misconception of destruction is really just Birth
Energy converting to Skin and wood
light to energy to light to heat to light to the end of time

Dave M Brackeen May 20th 2009

Ascension’s Decent

Pete and Rudy and Michael and Dave
Bigwall climbing on Stonewall they’d brave
MDA in the nose and LSD in the eye
The trail not the face the assent to “On High”
Profound the colors once up on top
Rudy spoke of drop after drop after drop
Inverted pushups by the lizards with ease
Then they’d stare in your eye
And then gone with the breeze
I thought Michael’s heart would forever expand
Perhaps it did, for he can not remand
And so now for an description
Of effete as an isim
The western worlds leading proponent
On transcendental Peteisim
For some interminable moments all were lost in that sky
For they were young & they knew that they could never truly die

I know that the akashic record holds them forever
At least as dear as I

Dave Brackeen 05/27/09

Blank

For Phillip Jose Farmer & The Ethicals

Blank the page with Broken pen
Blank the mind to gaze within
Blank to all & sundry show
To all your scattered bodies go
In field, In crop, With earthen clod
And heathen to ponder forgotten god
But mostly blank that none should know
Bereft on conscience that they not show

Also Peter Jarius Frigate

Dream, Having a Man (Thad Talking to his Tail)

Pieces of me cry out in the night
Never fear they will not go away
I know that I will not lose this sight
Understand you do not understand
What I want is to regain the mind
Never fear it won’t come back for you
Why I wonder do you seldom speak to me
But the part of you that can not die away

I want to hate the way I needed you
You’ll never know all the things I had to do
I want to hate the way I needed you
But then you always were then thing I would become

Would that I could find myself again
Never fear I will not even try
I know that I never was this blind
I don’t see why you will not see at all
I know that I will not end this plight
Understand you do not understand
What if I could become a whole man?
I know that you would come back for me
If our roles were reversed and I’m still not sure that there not
Perhaps it is something you’d consider if you knew

I want to hate the way I needed you
You’ll never know all the things I had to do
I want to hate the way I needed you
But then you always were then thing I would become

Would that I was still there when you woke
As something more than a vague disquiet or long forgotten memory
The meaning of god is tied up in this cosmic joke
The ringing quiet in the still vibrating air after I scream your name
You wake from me then but for a moment we are the same
I could never know all the things I know you know
If learning is not memory then ignorance is just a starting point
A place we must all learn to start what we start to learn
Some of my learning curves are asymptotic of infinity

I want to hate the way I needed you
You’ll never know all the things I had to do
I want to hate the way I needed you
But then you always were then thing I would become

Express to defeat..........

Express to defeat
But you never can know
What you might never need
So you might never show
Defining transgressions
Make defeated expressions
Neither of which are transgressions
So you never can know
What you might never need
You never should show
Lest the onus of greed
Let the Ignorant know
When the sharks start to feed
And the “Peers” start to “Know”
What otherwise eludes them
In there moments of bliss
It’s the end of the beginning
But it’s the start that they miss
Dave Brackeen

Derwood’s Face

Derwood was my Father.............

Grainy Black & white images
Leached to sepia by decades in a box
Bouffant or high & tight
Else flattop all
Massive chrome plated grills
Partially hiding bug impacted radiators
An entire society of current or retired military
All were Army, Navy or Marines the lot
All dead now & remembered only with the top off
And they all rejoiced when Yammamoto or Hitler died
And they feared them while they lived
War bonds in a kitchen drawer
Lying atop half filled S&H green stamp booklets
Church keys mixed in the loose blue chips
Rhinestone horn-rims a cigarette holder
A bent beer cap proclaims
Miller Highlife the champagne of bottled beers
And then saved by someone unknown
For reason forever unknown
Lying half folded against an unremembered face
Forever stuck in hysterical laughter
Ellis Parker Butler painting to strains of Satchmo

Never Again............

Watch the woeful wretch that’s watching
Never knowing that neither are near
For fear from freedom finding folly
While waiting with worry he wanders quite near
Sensing such searing sorrow is certain
He Loathes lamenting loves lackluster cheer
So ceaselessly searching such solace was sought
Face frozen in rictus forever I fear
Dave Brackeen

Visions....

At times I see
What it is to be
Without want or need
Of another
Yet that which I see
Is perplexing me
It is in want and need
That we smother
As I hold her so dear
In my mind it is clear
Just exactly how long
Forever can be
We sojourn forever
This journey is never
Without want or need of another
Though apart we are one
Like the light from our sun
Some pain driven years
Have given depth to our tears
Teaching of want and of need and of other

The Acute Silence.....

The Acute Silence
Like the Pain in my Tormented Soul
Which Yearns
For the Impossible Resolution
Of Expression.
Through which i might pour,
The Sad & Raging torrent of my Broken Dreams
Like the Twisted Shards
Of once Nobel Thought
Pondered now most Ignobly
By the Very Savage who once Spawned them.

Dave M Brackeen

Never

Never; would we wonder why
Were we, where we were
Never, would you see me try
Were we, where we were
Seeing satyrs softly sighing
Now is here but then is gone
Self same satyrs standing sated
But for broken brothers bonds
Forever questioning, never sure
Absolute wings to fly upon
Never knowing not-withstanding
Such fleeting moments, here then gone
Like Quaalude's query quiet objective
Subjectively serene as it is severe
Such ludicrous longing for loves illusion
We watch and wonder with waxing confusion
Simultaneously sensing our souls will sear

Home is a place that when you go there, ..........They have to let you in

Home never really felt like a safe place to me
Except once !
And I think I was severely medicated
Except I don’t remember
Thus my suspicions !
But then there is the calm
I do remember one time there was a profound calm
I remember the incident but not exactly the calm
OK I don’t remember the profound of calm
I just know that it existed.
And finally,
I knew what it was that other people spoke of
Except for the idea
I remember that It gave me an idea
And I wish I could remember what that idea was
I knew that I should write it down or speak it to a friend
Except I don’t have any friends.
And every single time i wright something down
I look at it later and it is something completely different
Besides what if "They" found it
You know, the ubiquitous "They" that are "The Them"
And If I could be just be sure that of the fact
That they were the reason that I could not remember
Then doubtless I would remember what to do about the
Whatever it is?
Home is a place that when you go there,
They have to let you in!..........Robert A.Heinlein