Rapeseed & Tomato

Rapeseed
And
Tomato
Her tattoos
Mix up
The fantasy
With
The probability
We pay one price
For
Passion
But then
Trade in
Walnuts
For
Fashionable
Fodder
Only to recycle
Repetition
Fruitless and also fruitful
These pale images reflect
Back the same silver lining
Age was never a factor or requirement
Though it behaves the same.
Descriptive.

Effigy Powdered

Effigy
Powdered
Impending
Imperfection
These cells
These days
Pregnant
Prehensile
Prejudice
Indulge
Eat a
Croquette
Fallow
Explosions
Cross
The
Ecosystem
Roaming
Upon chord cloven
Mammalians

Makin' This

Makin' this
Place
Dismal
Like
Jelly crossed
Romantic
Affiliates
Who prefer
To
Plague
The social
Sciences
Because
Our righteousness
Is
But a farce
Never made much
Sense, less
There be a blindness
To Mock & Confirm

Never Accept

Time for things to change within the system. It's been screwed up for far too long! Seems like all it does is cause us to hurt each other and perpetuate needless violence. We'd rather kill each other than help and love one another!? I for one do not and will NEVER accept this paradigm.

Social Dirt Love

Dirt love
Heart shaped
Computerized
Thoughts not spoken
Rarely
Medium well
Taste the spit supplied
By our only
Father/Pope
Love dirt
In the soil secrets are buried
Rare-ly
Does the pain speak
To Saints (!)
(pushed your ass against steel dumpsters.)
The social part of life
Only mimics networks
Of once great
Civilizations
Dirty fate awaits
While we go on living
Living and supplying
The world with fascism
Gotta' legalize our-selves before
Anything else!

The Fruit

Life, life
Cheddar
Slices, must mustard
Dissolve demonic
Deity
Each era gives birth to us Impossibles
Around, around round
Royal brutality
Is it survival
That sufficiently
Motivates our wars
Do not make love unless you intend on
Making Love to
The Whole
Communal Universe
Complex Multiverse
Life cannot abide by any limits!
Feel the whole
Succumb to the dark matter
As it always trusts us
One We Are
We Are One
No separate/separation to adhere to! Never was!
Life needs the Fruit of Possibilities.

A Race of Miscreants

Musical music
Takes
Flight
In spite of
These
God damn
Closed off
Mindless
Minds
Peering down into
Wonderless
Wonders
Nothings
Grieving over past
Experimental
Excrements
Call it order! Call it life!
Brutal features
Cut us in Half
Then right down into
Fractions of fractions
And so we falter. And so we cry.
Musical interactions shall out-live us
Ours is a race of
Magnanimous miscreants