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

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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