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Through Life’s Clenched Jaw

If I can’t climb the mountain,
I will find a way around;
what matters is reaching the place
destiny has mapped before me.

If wrestling shadows is required,
I will fight them to succeed;
for in the book of life,
each page must turn with time,
its wisdom carefully absorbed
before the next is revealed.

As though life resents our existence,
it serves difficulties as daily bread.
To drink from the cup of victory,
forged in the furnace of success,
one must grow small as a camel
passing through the needle’s eye.

Success lies hidden in life’s belly;
one must pry open its clenched jaw,
wrest the sweetness it has swallowed,
before the songs of triumph are sung.

Though life’s teeth are igneous stone,
I will seize the molten magma,
shape it before it hardens,
and rise, crowned in blazing triumph.

An Arm’s Length Away

Sometimes, when we hurl
angry words—
ancient stones thrown by indifference,
lodging in the ears of our children.
Witnessing horror twist itself into child’s play.
A stone’s throw—killed our empathy.

Anger knows its enemy:
sitting next to,
sitting opposite of,
never with.
It sits a stone’s throw away.

Rising from the ashes of fear—
Vapours of flesh smoulder
as blooded lava flows.
Cools—
our scarred magma to a crusted creed.

The stitched social fabric
binds us—
its loud colour blinds us.
Worn by both—
the right
and left sleeve.
United buttons,
reconcile for peace.
Unironed—full of wrinkles.

We tear further apart
the closer we come,
repelling—mirroring
the same magnetic face.

We read our compass,
in a bipolar place;
wondering how,
we’ve lost our way.

Believing everything
we’ve been taught,
until we die—
Realizing—
too late,
it’s all been a lie.

Catastrophic Fuse

I am so inflamed a blizzard is falling,
every toxin taken in I’ve been stalling. 
Ice rains as magma plows the ground,
a lethal storm arrives without a sound. 

Laying the land to waste in an instant,
it is best to let a disaster stay dormant. 
There’s nothing to grasp once it is loose,
you touched off a catastrophic fuse. 

Weather you could never prepare for,
should have thought about that before.

With fury next to impossible to diffuse, 
be careful the words that you choose.
This pattern of rage is not intermittent,
it will do what it does never quite spent. 

Frozen daggers wield a temper unbound
such icy eyes a Cat 6 is now crowned.
Uncontrolled smite is now overflowing
devastation is all that is left standing.

Blessed Be

       The Earth is a living entity 

               A living sphere 

     spinning and gyro scoping 

   Forever generating and vibrating 

                Living Energy 

With a swirling nickel/iron liquid core 

         that reaches out thru the Cosmos like a cosmic door 

Forever protecting the floor of Flaura 

           The stuff that dreams are made of everyone 

     Hot magma blood that cools into a crust 

Grounded by gravity’s leash from the sun 

      An atmosphere of gases that gives 

                          All life breath 

                  The Earth, she breathes 

            just like the best of us 

                  Living here 

 
                            - Blessed Be 
                     (the lungs like fresh air)

Ripped Recollections

                           Trauma,
                       loiters and lurks,
                   terror of scarred recall,
               that primal bug I yearn to squash,
           volcanic magma, spewing ruptured bile, 
               past life nemesis a stern plight,
                  I shudder, weep and pine,
                    at graves filled by,
                         trauma

Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul

Unmet expectations strike hard,
hurting where they languish long.
Unkept promises are blows earned,
hitting where they find no resistance.
Unkind words are slashes harsh,
ripping through the calm conscience.

The dormant volcano within the soul 
then gets the upsurge of melted psychic mantle 
in the crust of brittle tolerance,
that collapses in the caldera cradling the vent, 
reaching the magma chamber in the core.

The soul erupts the lava in the wild,
burns the gentle patience as it flows.
Uncontrolled, it blazes the heart, 
undowsed, it singes the sane senses.
The smoke billows up thick and intense,
clouds the deranged essence.
Words rise like Sphinx from the toxic ashes,
perish the patient face of mental restraint.

The flame surges in the stream of neurons,
no longer the carrier of conformist signals.
From the volcanic inferno of the soul
the erupted fiery lava called anger flows
in the torrents of blistering words,
scalding whatever comes in the way,
blazing a furrow for the reticent life.

We Live in Denial

In blackest halls, a phosphorescent light
Shines forth from darkest depths, a honey glow.
Enraged, ignited, I now blinding bright,
A magma burning, pyroclastic flow,

Torching golden beams to desolation.
Enveloping destruction, ash I leave 
Until it’s done, my wounded heart’s cremation.
Now hushed to ember, my healing reprieve. 

Returned to dormancy I hear it more,
The walls that groan after each explosion: 
A leaning ceiling, tilting walls to prove 
The damage I cause from each eruption.

Like cherry blossom rain the charred wood falls
Death I see, but I? Safe in blackest halls.

How to Make Love to a Didgeridoo 19

She snaps like a brine tendon,
spilling embryo chords across the basalt shelf.
Tongues of nacre split her sides,
each vertebra strung with gravid silence.

Kelp-blind, she threads the continental rift,
her fingernails seeded with unfinished continents.
Magma foams in the pouch of her pelvis,
grinding up vowels like crushed coral.

Memento On The Moon

A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes 
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures 
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles

Nobody is Sane

A warped 
zone
twisted &
unworthy of 
  grasping--
impossible to
  escape.

No reward
No love
No answers.

Frantic fingers
 scrape at the escape hatch
yearning to push the
EJECT button
  (clinging to hope
for transmigration).

A glimpse into
  dying
a flood of
 deadly lies.

No winners 
 here 
or there--
 only
degenerating brains
 in a neo-Roman Empire 
where any-THING goes
& NO-body knows
   anything.

The
grisly grass
crawls out of
the
 Book of the Dumb
as
sighs of
  solipsism
collide with
  sneers of
narcissism
(& dirty rain
vilifies the 
living dead).

The demigods
   ejaculate 
malevolent magma:
   carving a brutal &
obvious fact
into timeless slime…
nobody
 nobody
   NOBODY
   
is 

sane

basalt columns

volcanic
activity

liquid 
magma

cools
contracts

chisels
rasps

measured
patterns

settling to
hexagonal
colonnade

morphed
entablature

unique
marvel

unsigned
sculpture

Cathartic Blaze

Magma,
Earth's deep anger,
Fire erupts, ash ascends,
Life's raw, transformative power,
Mountain.

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The fire that now burns my spirit

                        Then happy in my own world,
            before you proposed your silly love to me.
Like a hot magma landing on a still sea water;
you blow open my brain to take away my thoughts;
                        that made me meander with madness.
Before too long you started your hide and seek games,
when you knew too well my heart is very fragile.
      Just a little spark you ended dimming my shining sunlight.
            You have now shattered my heart into pieces.
                        The sky of my hope collapsed; 
the stars, the moon and the clouds have all disappeared.
            Even the ground could no longer hold firm my stands.
      I am now deep into drugs;
                        that's the fire that now burns my spirit.

I Almost Tossed It Out

I had a dream that felt so real,
Even awake, it felt surreal.
Sitting in my comfy chair,
Goosebumps rose as I sat there.

Reality hit—I caught my breath—
I almost tossed it out, a part of me to sudden death.
Tossed aside, cast away,
Taking life in stride, but losing my way.

Hurt, angry, feeling empty,
Overlooking life’s gifts—of which there are plenty.
Just so tired of the injustice,
Of tyranny, of turning away, and caustic
Jokes,
Hoax
Created by man in flesh and bone,
The high and mighty, perched on their throne.

Throwing the baby out with the bathwater,
Trying to survive each day, balancing on a teeter-totter.
Magma mater pinned to your lapel,
Casting all sins aside like a spell.

Reality sets in, and my eyes are wide open—
The tragedy of what could have been,
So grim.
The thing that I almost tossed out—
My soul, I shout!

Emotions Of Lava

I’m not one to whisper,
I’d rather stay silent;
Emotions of lava 
erupt leaving their ash;
Pain peels out like magma;

I’m not one to whisper 
to hide a wicked scream;
Not blessed with a soft touch;
The way I use my pen? 
You had to have a hunch;

I’m not one to whisper 
or tone down hi octane;
One hundred miles an hour 
is how fast my mind flies;
Let’s go on that detour;

I’m not one to whisper 
or second guess my heart;
Maybe it cracks to bits,
but oh what a wild ride
to discover what fits.

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