lumen

to look, no

search

to crave beyond the limitations of light

and how could that be and why bother?

for light is everything from

the inauguration of what is

to the illumination of now

a remnant of what was

continual

immortal

 

this light carries the messages of perception

bent and reflected to enhance and project

not recognized as the source

but instead used for display

for that is what we do

we use

 

so this limitless infinite is degradated

to the confined allowable

switch on and off at will

as needs are suited and comforts

are draped for exclusion

something beyond radiance

something beyond enlightenment

 

light lets one see but does not give one vision

light illuminates the path but does not show direction

light provides power but does not harness it

light flashes to capture but does not imprison

light denotes an idea but does not apply it

light engulfs and permeates and saturates

but does not provide clarity

 

more or less...

we is us

and not necessarily you

but we need you

and yours

to eat more

to drink more

to drive more

to wear more

to wash more

to clean more

to watch more

to hear more

to smell more

to need more

to want more

to inhale more

to apply more

to inject more

to rub in more

to download more

to insert more

to cum more

to travel more

to work more

and if you could

if you would

we need you

and yours

to compare less

to ponder less

to debate less

to question less

to be aware less

to save less

to walk less

to swim less

to sing less

to dance less

to center less

to balance less

to reject less

to read less

to wonder less

to cook less

to sleep less

because though

we is us

and not necessarily you

this is what we need

so you can be

a better you

orphaned again...

there is something in the works in dark back rooms where meddlesome minds of the controlling kind connive and plot to maneuver and manipulate for their own fun and profit at the expense of others. there is always something happening like that which is why we have to keep a watchful eye on their seedy sneaky eye or they will take what doesn't belong to them. in this case i speak of something called the orphaned work act. most of the gist can be extracted from detailed accumulation here: 

 

 illustratorspartnership.org

 

basically, it is a law in the works to legalize theft of previously copyrighted or thought copyrighted work without legal recourse after the fact. i think someone is also trying to create a new industry where artists must pay a private entity to deem a work protected. it has left me as it should others with a reasonable fear that anything we make or place on the internet can be used by someone else without our permission. i smell the stench of corporate servitude as usual. so i'm really considering pulling all of my stuff off this site and just using it as a vehicle to denounce and renounce... which really pisses me off. i suppose i could just put work here i can afford to lose. but then i'm possibly just doing things for other people and not getting paid... the way any good capitalist entity likes it.

 

things are still and getting more phucked up as usual...

horizon

buttered sunset sky

dripping thick coagulate

glaze upon already slippery slopes

steep peaks pert, erect

unreachable beyond the naked eye

unfathomable beyond time and space

icy hot protrusions swelling

melting runoff

 

if I were the invisible man of lore

I would lick them if I could

if I were the infallible almighty alrighty

I would give them a rub

for they must be terribly uncomfortable

sore from stoic and still being

pushed higher by disgruntled lower rumblings

eroded lower from higher atmospheric pressures

sides picked clean by parasitical application

icing sprinkled airborne toxic

once majestic

once impassable

and now not much but a twinkle

in the corner of a glanced eye

of a maximum scheduled commuter fly-by

 

if I were the all knowing

all perfect

untouchable grandest of poobahs

I would proclamate it a no-fly zone

flowering...

where we are

where we stand

this moment

this breath

is the best it will ever get

beyond or before this moment of being

is nothing but a distorted wasteland

a junkyard

of hopes and dreams

of should

woulda

couldas

 

we are eternally riding a wave

the ultimate immortal

a pulse that was started

when time started

when space for time

and time for space was created

and an intelligence of all things

organic or not

linked beyond comprehension

...obviously

moves outward

never to return to its source

 

never will we go back

there is no back

its gone, done

cooked

memories will convert to stories

myth

lore

stories of former perceptions

distorted truths

out of original context

stories that reflect only the current

never the reality of what was

 

we are past gone

never to return

unless we are riding a giant rubberband

and a snap back whiplash happens

and then maybe

we will return  from which we came

until then

how's all this now workin' for ya'll

gone to market...

time spends me
i'm somebody elses greenback

spare change

pocket chime

someone elses dime

toss me a bone

to gnaw upon

anon

again

 

they want polish

but i'm a smudge

they want finality

i'm infinite

they want defined

i'm chaos

statistically

anarchistically bent

undeniably

noncompliantly

subliminally spent

 

chopped chummed and spewed

oceanic floundering

afloat a sargasso salad

topped and dressed

presented

represented

dented