out of Context -‘…peeling away layer after layer whilst praying to fantasy creatures that may even reside inside our star, buried beneath solar flux so strong and radioactive pressuring rebirth through destruction that we are barely able to comprehend without fear and hazard compelling us forward toward prizes that satiates animal core urges to satisfy only the immediate self in whose cage of flesh all ancestors and time remain frozen in moments and cells like amber holding primal larvae never released but vibrating a signal through space into other dimensions we easily confuse as dementia, some of us more coward than not as we quest for a purpose among the living debris each leaving localized footnotes to ever-expanding grand sagas…’
‘…something passing for freedom into the hierarchy sacred above many other variable rungs of fortune torture and disaster consequence while innocently challenging fears by trying to discover courage through the mighty pen as priceless power totem that is capable of shattering constrictive form, modeled upon a classical line of tradition while a crude manifest destiny crammed with incidental drama crossed and conflicted intentions especially when coming to conclusions presented as though facts that seem to bias information toward one slide or another into inevitable arguments that ensue once heated debate can churn the most neutral topics into frothing dark waters…’- out of Context
‘…so often disappointed for as much as we wish support to be there it never seems to arrive when we want it during the most overwhelming of situations… passed the presence that gives us something to look forward to when staring into the darker world that tries to judge and forsake us by our own admission to prove that sharpened point to skewer the sorts who are determined not to get stuck or struck behind the gaseous legions that compartmentalize this dread through manipulating fear concepts that trigger the inner struggle slowing down functional awareness while escalating the overwhelming frustration, still born to toil through laborious retreat into something rather than nothing…’ -out of Context.
out of Context -‘…while weaving through the human traffic that threatens to subsume or doom to damned room by room as emotion can strand those who cannot navigate to sink in those quick sands corrosion leaking out of the glass tower fragile so fast while shadows cast their glory stamps upon everything they touch or break “nothing lasts” kisses to these ears sounding shattered into planes of pane to further yet fragment still lives to shards fading vapors gas-lit memories past though not forgotten ever when some surprise remnant lingers long enough sat there fearing that every pain is a trigger that we must probe with blood-stained stool fingers coaxing deeper to figure out what dark unknown we’ve become curiously obsessed to death, as dancers…’
‘…the deals of random cause and effect affected adversely like Schrodinger’s cat by the observer, but alive or dead is never an end merely the separation or divorce perhaps from the infinite physical intoxicated states that can decay and displace what lies underneath the surface facade that slowly erodes away as features melt or fade… and yet on a whim of displayed conformity to the status quo to straddle the comfort zone the edged sword we must figure out a way to step from the sheltered insanity of a solely dependent feature, that provided for safety net made to question whether truly safe without a solidarity of the family unit may not mean stable no matter what horseplay goes down around a home if no guidance stays warding away ill winds that savor the negativity…’ – out of Context.
out of Context -‘…stray signals of knowledge as anxious to understand us if we can absorb this growth that compels the bodies we inhabit like fiends forward perhaps driving an inner motive we barely consciously relate to being not the creatures we expected with bro-magnon swagger and language that has gathered a momentum as gods’ vomit upon others in elements contracting as though they too do not matter, repercussions as they gather the motions of waves in ring and shatter amongst that flotsam and jetsam that clatter and din splash in spatters of blood set with the cryptic writing they are adrift in this sea of a consciousness devoted to witness devolution as society’s brain batters into some submission the collective tribe of the most substance and wealth…’
‘…a clown’s death with painted on tears dripping down to where heart is on my sleeve wiping away the wet the emotional debt i used to rage against when my body let me know that something was terribly wrong desanctimonious and i could not run away from the faces like feces schmeared upon the screen-lit smiles vapidly humming electrical wire sound trickling in from the empty surround that envelopes us with signals symbolic of the dread inherent in living through these lenses, and each a differing sight to behold if only for the fleeting moments we have Here though not always in listening to one another but to our own voices sometimes do we ever become aware of what a vessel like this can truly contain without being spilled as those cliches of milk…’ – out of Context.
out of Context -‘…i started writing all this material to begin with as a challenge not an obstacle to aid in the personal evolution that each of us enters into without knowing how or what the journey entails, and whose entrails have come one-eighty degrees for me so the stagnancy ends now as i begin to wage a battle with myself and nature and words and whatever powerful series of forces influences my decisions to accept the renewed challenge starting next month to write and publish my thoughts or poetry or whatever stories i have to share with what little audience i really have in the Out There for what i hope will go further than a year of this consistent practice making me better mind body and soul…’
out of Context; ‘…thought takes hold once a shining novelty wears away to fading glow into the dull finish of something taken for granted time and again, attempting to present any sort of thing that can be used as an offering willingly sacrificed as credit or collateral to gaining whatever advantage might be attained Here, and where no gods have eternal strength if no one believes in what they create this goes the same for incorporated entities whom find their ideal world lacking when witnessed through a different lens than perfection…’
‘no regard for the lives tossed aside because once we attain the top of a
heap of reaping what we have sown it is done, and no one will be able to
disparage the path taken to get to that point in the road especially as
we cycle through so many given variables orders to repeat the experiment
to verify the absolute proof to which we can comfortably label in words
absolutely as the truth… a wrench to stop the works of all the monkeys
collected at thousands of typewriters to achieve what only time and luck
allow us to achieve in the forms of a nuclear bomb or freed electricity
to decimate the consumers consummating their wedded bliss to technocrat
leisure class conservation of motion and energy, guerrilla warfare of the
most connected and captivated’…out of Context.