Best Spasm Poems
We all want to see raw, organic beauty
Reflected
Spasms in the universe convince
The only difference between yesterday
And today is what we know
Consumed by the sameness
Wrapped in warm muscles
Sore from swallowing
Sweet taste of the moment pools like a flood
Boulders of choice rumble past
Crushing viruses that reside in us
Breaking into gravel spraying sand,
Coating skin, dulling hair, blurring vision
Inhale deeply of the cloud
We are the choices we breathe
Look around you
Set your benchmark to compliment the clock
Swallow, believe, then
Calculate the results
We are where we choose to be
(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre
mud Donna Brownian
bow will Movement)
processing) ranks as
the moost unpleasant –
basic bodily condition,
(hence disqualifying this former
anorexic tib bee ya
bulimic), which nauseous repulsion
to stomach tomb muss elf
(yea - pertaining to
yours truly: Ma
Thee You Scott) a tinny
brass, heartless, and
dis straw hit cow
word lee lion
dew wing ever re:
thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO
gluten, lactose (i.e.
dairy substitute), and
monosodiumglutimate free,
wand door full
wizard ding once fore mid
able superman, (and now fee
bull powerless reign jars
ipso fact-so) dee
did immediately whee
kin n ding excess see
ville lee more, dee
pull lore rib hill
den das bloviation
spattering, Obi
Wan Kenobi, Casanova,
(Don Quixote) key
ping figurative lid, prithee
a boot mine gag reflex
within very limited nee
zero printed edition on reek
quest not to
publish very disagree
hubble reader's un
digest tib bill
(authored by this atheistic
secular humanist gib
brush gabbling, (sans
reincarnated doubting Thomas pre
lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree
ming cowabunga herbivorous
droning baby bee
nix nox zippity doo dada
lix lox nicks nox hip pea.
Born of Spiritual Spasm
We can travel mindfully as with source light,
We can project our sullen spirits outward,
To a timeless harbinger, born of spiritual spasm,
Left invisibly on the shiny star of suburban Formica,
And now we are flying through the pull of the maelstrom,
Traversing cosmically toward a bristling bicuspid,
The standard source,
The standard ending point,
Where tired eyes find solace in the lateral moonlight,
Where trusted voices lend understanding in the sinewy shadows,
Asleep now as the Colorado dead,
Sleeping and sunken now in their timeless tombs,
Alive as the everlasting sleep, this girly sleep,
As it lurches like a ghost gazelle into the soft entrances,
Lunging and leaping into the dark, abandoned residences,
Coldly forgotten amidst the green serpentine vines,
We can sense the emerging timeless harbingers,
We can recognize the unending, standard sources,
Of the bristling bicuspids buried with the Colorado dead,
Sleeping and sunken now in the lateral moonlight.
Bliss generated spasm,
a benign invasion
of mind-body matrix,
transmuting nodes within,
as tingling rapture pricks.
Bliss generated spasm,
an offering of grace,
that pure of heart imbibe,
choosing resonation
with the divine love vibe.
Bliss generated spasm,
drawn in by magnetism,
propels soma nectar
through our dormant conduits,
piercing every vector.
Bliss generated spasm,
in vibrant renewal,
is a soundless thunder
pulsating within form,
we behold in wonder.
23-november-2022
You see that valve beneath the tree. It is staring directly at Thee; you see the curb in the middle of the road, It is telling you how to be bold; walk a mile onward and look beyond the tree, you will see something that you have never seen, the wilderness lies beyond the sea and the devil lurks Inside the tree, look the bride’s maid are running after thee. Walk close to center stage and move slightly upstage left and look straight in front of you and you will see clearly how things should be. Stand alone in the center stage and examine everything closely and your intuition will guide you appropriately. That is where the devil always complete his round and he knows where destiny is bound; examine the stage through and through and face your greatest fear, go over the lines a hundred times and confronts the demon in front of you and your fluency will come easily and everything will happen naturally, you are the master of the script and no one can throw you off the ship, Jonah spend three nights and three days in the belly of the whale and when he came out he was not the same; you are the master of the stage.