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Once upon the start of time,
Universal Space was permaculturally natural systemic
intelligence
information--
Positively radiant development
of nondual co-gravitating systemic memory capacity,
progenerically,
pregeneratively,
birth-bang Father Solar System
revolving Mother Earth,
their swirling twisting revolutionary prime relationship
diastolically reflected in Grandmother Moon's
monthly periods of fertile gravitational light
and dark newly dissonant transitions.
YangSun radiates Yin's EarthTribal Skins,
breeding hydrogen and oxygen,
and that whole tribal table of
ecological economic transactional cooperation,
air and water and soil and fire
and synergetic love-chemistry sets
of live-systems,
evolving and absorbing reverse-evil non-paradigms
of generally dissonant and yet prime-consonant negentropy,
and the rest,
as we often say,
is justice enculturating and in-forming history;
Of poly-cultural evolution and development,
in-carnation and meta-systemic karma,
of enthymematically rooted stimulus and response communication,
of Yang greets Yin
meets bi-rooting Yang
greets binomial Yin
meets binary balanced Yang;
+/(-)(-)0Bit-monomial Time
balancing
Permaculturating
Universal Systemic Well-Being Relationship.
So, if don't nobody bring me no bad news,
we can live cooperatively and peacefully ever after,
with emerging proclivities toward warm glowing campfires
under the stars
reflecting sacred burning bushes
dreaming bicamerally balancing minds.
As I enter the old-growth forest,
silent shadows hush whispering leaves.
And quiet descends like a curtain,
suppressing sound within its tight weaves.
A transformation slowly takes place,
from a rough trail to a dense thicket.
And the woods swallow reality,
replacing it with something wicket.
Hairs on the back of my neck stand straight:
following the footsteps Bigfoot made.
And although at first, they weren't that clear:
they're now so fresh that I'm afraid.
Not far, a tree-thump reverberates
through the air, sounding like a loud bang.
And a low-pitched rumble can be heard
behind some branches that overhang.
Making a tactical withdrawal,
I quickly got the hell out of there.
For when it comes to bigfoot sightings,
believe me, I've had more than my share.
I try not to give it much thought
But chances are soon enough one of us will be gone
And probably not the same time
Funny how people are selfish when it comes to dying
Where mostly we go it alone
Most often without even knowing
Spending each day on the edge of the cliff
Waiting till we step off of it
Is it that we're afraid of goodbyes
Not wanting to spend too much time
Leaving the awkwardness of it
On the backs of the living who are better equipped
And when we arrive on that fateful day
I hope I'm the first to go out with a bang
I couldn't imagine being left behind
It wouldn't be life without you by my side
So do me this one small favor
Please stick around till I'm no longer here
I try not to give it much thought
But chances are soon enough one of us will be gone
Jackie
Doing 85 in a 35
Driving my daddy's El Camino
The engine roars like a hungry lion
A creature that would never be tamed
The wheels throw dust behind me
There is a brunette on the seat beside me
Daisy dukes and a halter top
Aphrodite has come to life
Her legs wrap around my stick shift
She takes it from first to fifth
Ever gaining speed on this country back road
Fence posts rush by in a blur
I can hear no sounds except the wheels
Tearing up the road as we fly over it
So many accidents on this road
So many people killed on “Dead Man's Curve”
What makes me think I can make it?
Is the chance worth the love of a girl?
Would I ever get a night with her
Or even a kiss?
The speedometer hits 110
The stars are no longer points of light in a distance sky
They begin whirling they are so beautiful
She moves closer tome
Her skin glistens in the light from the dashboard
Beads of moisture looks like a million diamonds
The song on the radio is pounding into my body
Building ecstasy far beyond what any boy should feel
Stopping would cause the feelings to wither and die
The faster we go the erotic she feels
Her every nerve controls her passion
Burning deep within her ivory skin
Bringing her to the edge of ******
The brakes lock
The tires squeal as she screams in passion
The motor dies with a bang
The wheels stop in total quiet
Then there is just silence
The silence was broken by her voice
She told me her name was Jackie
Then the door opened as she disappeared
Was she just in my mind?
An image conjured from my loneliness?
The motor died next to a tree
A white cross stood before me
Surrounded by dying flowers
One word was on the cross
It was faded because of the falling rain
It was a name
“Jackie” it said
Then I knew that she was gone
..
A ghastly cadaver drops, for whose noble sake?
To ravish the grandeur of wildlife
In the thud of night; to mangle
Mother Earth's gift and its life's intent
Where each tender beast moves in a flow
Linking a primal, fond tie with nature’s deities…
But the affinity with innocent children, its tribe
Snuffed with one ruthless bang in the forest
When pitiless minds become delirious… heinous
A giraffe, a leopard perishes without knowing
The lithe body quickly turns into a gaunt shadow,
How sudden. Just like that: unable to play with birds
And race with own calf or cubs along an inlet...
O hollow night, O lamp of silence drained
By the vicious game from predators
Lusting after power...just like that
And no one can tell, for whose noble sake?
(after the novel)
I don’t care about fashion
I just try to keep warm
I’ve heard all about passion
Sounds like a great big storm
I stay out of the freeway
No I don’t venture there
Oh, yes, I once saw a truck swerve
Around an old wheelchair
Why don’t you just try to disprove
those white noise blues?
Some people whimper
Some people bang
Some people act as if they had no shame
Some people curse you
When you don’t join the game
I sense your reluctance
In matters this tame
Why don’t you just try to disprove
those white noise blues?
Now I first noticed the tricycle
As I joined the right lane
Vehicles started dodging
The scene was insane
State officials were puzzled
A hot dog vendor went broke
A horse chewed through its muzzle
A gay midget told jokes
Why don’t you just try to disprove
those white noise blues?
So now I’ve got it together
And I’ve got it apart
They say you can’t raise a white flag
Over a broken heart
Tell that to the soldier
With his gangrened limbs
You entrenched on your sofa,
Sure wouldn’t want to be him!
Why don’t you just try to disprove
those white noise blues?
I made an attempt to locate the light,
Stirring my heavy weary eyes,
Glued to the ceiling.
Only to find myself,
Lying on a bed hovering by an inch.
A bed that touched no ground.
Groped around in a pitch-dark room,
Trying to trace an eerie, faint screech,
A black raven scraped his claws,
In a futile invading effort.
I ambled towards the cloudy window,
With cold shivers worsening my condition.
An archaic chandelier, barely hanging.
The rustic ceiling had it cut loose.
It smashed the bed onto the floor with a bang.
Avoiding the clutter of glasses,
I shambled backward,
Soon stumbled on a threshold.
I fell inside a room dark as space,
And almost omitted a vulnerable cry.
Then brushed off my clothes with my wet hands.
On closer inspection under the beam of the peeping moon,
I was bewildered.
For I was covered in blood.
A moment passed in dead silence,
Where I perceived my breaths only.
Hundreds of vague breaths encompassed me now,
Seeking a synchronization.
I cried my throat out, wailing!
They mimicked it too.
I was nearly unconscious but then,
I grabbed an emerging cold hand in the dark.
A hope of light.
The hand of a bald kid.
I pictured her face through those terrifying groans.
A bad idea, though no alternatives.
She guided me to a door,
Turning her head like an owl.
Without flinching her body, she whispered.
"Leave or live here for eternity"
I was numb, frozen and cemented!
I felt faint approaching.
Her face, made of ashes,
Eyes bled black, reeking.
They dripped off her decaying fangs.
My eyes caught her bare wounded feet,
The feet gazed at me, accompanying her face.
The twisted torso defied bones, still backing me.
I fainted on earth with a loud thud.
Drowned into nothingness,
A sea where serenity prevailed.
A muffled distant voice,
Tore through the dark,
And woke me up.
I made an attempt to locate the light again,
Stirring my heavy weary eyes,
Glued to the ceiling, in hope.
Only to find myself,
Lying on a bed hovering by an inch.
A bed that touched no ground.
start
The morning sun hidden behind dark clouds
Everything below covered like a shroud
The air is humid, strong winds blowing from the west
These ominous signs put everyone’s nerves to test.
Streaks of lightening flashed across the sky
Sounds of thunder made the children cry
The little ones clung to their mothers with fear
For them, poor souls, there was nothing to cheer.
Then it came with a bang, the deluge
Forcing everyone out to take refuge
Under a tree, inside a shop or any shelter
Forgetting everything and running helter-skelter.
Rain fell in sheets lashing the window pane
Water gushed down the roof-tops into the drain
Poodles of water collected everywhere
Children splashed around, such opportunities are rare.
The countryside looked like a cluster of fens
A bedraggled cockerel marshaled his hens
“Scratch for worms, you lazy bones,
Before the water evaporates leaving only stones”.
A bullfrog croaked from the muddy pool
Followed the orchestra from his music school
In the distance a peacock decided it’s time to dance
And impress the peahen with his romantic stance.
A roadside vendor sold cups of hot tea
People flocked to his stall to share it for a fee
They were caught unawares in the incessant rain
Their unsavory plight was the tea vendor’s gain.
The rain stopped and watery sunlight peeped again
Children rushed out, parents’ restraining effort in vain
They splashed in the muddy water getting wet
To them, catching cold was not at all a threat.
end
Once upon a time
Distant memories
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a breeze alerts
The senses whistling
Melodies explode
Through the branches leaves lament
Observing nature's space hold in colors
Fruit of tenderness
Mellow your sunshine
Blossoms love supreme touching
Fingers raise deep golden feelings yearning
Addresses one's heart
Lonely dust remains
Breathing breathless light explores
In darkness echoes bounce off deep caverns
Cold howling shivers
Devouring warm blood
Into the bones whistling ice
Winds voice of the lost souls' eyes turn bright green
As the spirit leaves
Dark moldy shadows
Light of moon sources cravings
Beauties kiss eclipses rose bleeds scarlet
Immortal heartbeats
Life stops ticking bang
Seduced black velvet pleasure
Sinking fangs into the succumbing heart
Drum beats slow echo
Fallen unchained truths
Slithering lizards crawling
Underneath the skin a beastly vision
Storm roars through timbers
Translucent blood slime
Flowing toxic energy
Mutating hollers screech into wolf moon
Scalding hot flames breathe
When red embers burn
Into the lustful ashes
Born inside scarred remains breathing wounds
An itch that scratches
Onto the mindset
Greenish cornea expands
Opening curtains in a split second
Haunting prey on light
Affliction of need
Rasping rattle in the throat
Death yowls airless scream without sun visions
A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and Angeline Lim
Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland
I've had it up to my ying yang
If I never see another snowflake in my life
My big bass drum I'd bang
Wonderland, Schmunderland, I've had enough
Don't know how I've made this far
Except for those few times in the loony bin
Still have my marbles, by gar
Well at least I think I still have my marbles
But sure wish I could feel my mouth
This Winter Schmunderland is really for the birds
Even they have sense to head south
Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland
Who really needs all of this crap
I'd certainly be a very much happier camper
If I could wear a hat without flaps
© Jack Ellison 2014