Crete

North Of Crete
1-16-20

By the brush of all deepest rulers
From its nitro humanity never dies
And again she lies among chasing beasts are invited
To finishing my feast
O, life Amen of me
In fundamental hopes ascending swiftly
In mandala symbolism
In its integrated state
Destiny ever greater still and on our cleaving
I take my fill on moonrise and thoughtful light out of sight
With all of my might for the self in its contradiction ascending swiftly
Where I punch a hole in the night
singing about Santorta like a sloppy signature
North of here....





Can I Help You, Yes I Can
1-16-20

Can I help you
Yes, I can
Facing my Giant's remain taking her like a man
Among the minnows from a memory island of Crete
In labyrinthe Massechusets and more spectacular audio and visual pines
In grand courtyards in stories we tell praising God for a Hamilton
In whom I see just what you mean
Friend Mycerean times as Greece falls to encircle instead with interceding contrast
With the world outside as to establish our Rolidex
And yield to another fix on it
In Homeric hymns in handy as handled
O, how long?




Thick Theogany
1-16-20

On dizzy heights
Come on and run with me over the edge
Trying tyrant dissimulation as encouraged
Time to come clean
A red letter may as it ought to be
In words Christ speaks
In stones of gods to better our odds
On the western coast of Asia Minor across the Aegean
Sobeit well being today with a Hamilton
Thinking thick theology in base and astonishing works
Of spiritual material art as to presume this book for due religion
In dragons flying to amend our mandala
In virgins that live nearby
Never a waste of words forever the haste
Of blackbirds as heroes flourish....