shitty poem (in lala land)

  languidly turse
forced rhythmic
bro-romance
  magickal verse


  shitty poem
skin pop
nuance
  homeless macho


  ascensionism homo
errotic self-proclaimed
poet-laureate
  boneless alone

shitty poem

shitty poem

turs

verse

poem

bone

homo 

alone

languidly turse

forced rhythmic

bro-romance

magickal verse

shitty poem

skin pop

nuance

homeless home

ascensionism homo

errotic self-proclaimed

poet-laureate 

boneless alone

ic

mystical

rhic 

'metaphysical universe

in m

la la land inauguration

'

'

metaphysical verse

la la land's self-proclaimed

rhythmic 

forced rhythmic 

symbolic 

so says i

self-proclaimed

la la land

poet laureate 

symbolism in

verse

homeless aestheticism

never looked this good

turse 

verse

forced 

highway to heaven

homeless chic

never looked

so good

rhyme

metaphysical content

variable linguistic

subversive meter 

down beat

broken logic

homo heaven

homeless glory

reverse time

stamp

no signature wanted

 need

stamp no envolope

that too

pathetically prophetic

yes we open 

that can of 

worms too

four square 

meals starving

normative actions

vaccinated death

warmed over

rambling approach

miscalculated

micro-granual

got us off for miles

non-sensical  

musical chair

corrupted your

y charter school

boy blue

balls cut off

in grammar school

 

i've curse language again 

w/ another shitty

poem shaking my fingers 

to the bone 

I say up ALL 

night to stake my 

soul and bleed lemonaid'

in the same abject poverty

ths strenght of trump

ecconomy without

even a decernable

question mark in site

I breath in the same night

an iumaginary Karen n

in her ecclkesiastical 

frevor 

others see as 

strength 

we've all bowed 

to bowed to abjected 

povewrety

allow me to 

another shitty poem

as does our Karen

in ecclesiastical fervor 

in her first (and last) abject 

post-hamas posturing 

self-detonation

at the nearest whole foods

abject failure

apple's suicide watch

even trump 

economy 

with no discernable

question mark

is mistaken 

strength 

slit wrist 

bleed only lemonade 

yes, this maybe be another

shitty poem

yet only beauty will save everything

someone who once knew

today i 

spoke to 

a man

who claims

he has 

seen you

in old 

photographs 

of a 

previous

life

adorn in 

golden

curls says 

you 

might have 

been 

one of Jason's 

Argonauts

or even Odysseus

himself

all around

small woodland 

animals and 

mythological 

forest creatures 

admiringly

surround you

 

a poem for you now here always even until after

tonight's daylight comes

behold all things new

in tomorrow's sun thy will be done

no distance may undo our daily bread

time in-between blessed one

in the sun thy will

be done

our daily bread

a voice

time

here and

there we always

knew

would be

unknowable

singer sing

long

i awake to

first

light of days

dawning

a thousand things

unknew

the singer

sings long

longing

first light

days

dawning

as if as when

as if as
when
one
knows no

other
no other
when or
why exists

Maybe You're Right (a poem for Bill W)

If you're right about Maybe then why? The opposing idea would suggest two things.

1.) Maybe the idea of such a thing is only suggested.
2.) Maybe such a suggestion is always embedded in such an idea.

Either way, if you did get it right then I must conclude:

1.) Maybe musings of such are indeed attributed to a 'sense' which I, as yet, posses.
2.) Maybe keenest insight held yet as to this sense of allusive purpose.

And thus, Maybe, itself,


even in full light of its astute non-binding absolute will of uncertainty


cannot guarantee its own measure affirming any rational self-authored 'collective' authority willed
gesture the fulll endimity of speculation and self-authored assertion of remedy


 the assertion of a collective gestue with



ve of a necessity ary is left


of a rational  to a


rational


lost of the dire necessity to affirm each rational that  collective assertion of


calling into action a can affirm a collective  assertion to speculate with full emdemity


at times such as these when measure has failed


s a self-directed athortuy



even in the full light of its own non-binding certainty will,


a



of collective gesture speculating merritts radical expenditures and extreme devotion to even the most futile or imbolsolic of gestures.




as to the speculating the merits




assertion


finality


 is indeed the very last unspoiled measure of a 'collective' gesture



enabling one last assertion collectively

measure enabling


whatever rational it finds (if any) most




––allowing a self-authored authority


 in affirmation



totally enamored with its own DIY, self-made jurisprudence, withstanding t

of a rational through which is deemed any sense importance whatsoever.






will posses  purpose here




accessible to


attribute  Maybe's musing that Maybe Animalia Chordata Mammalia Felidae Felis Catus




re's a reason
and if not
not wanting me here


 you're right
maywas right
you're right about
there is a single idea
expressed in that word
(you know) that

Suppose you're right about
this one very word .

 exposing
a single expression of
this singularity of an idea





a solitary
idea


supposing that  I might


...maybe you're right


a
solitary word
a singularity

what's left behind

the moment
midnight strikes
releasing those &
those things we
left behind

details lost
soft lovers
juxtaposed
a kiss
a tangled sheet
a stranger's room
a bed unslept

dreaming
the other
neither strange
or another
strange enough

broken window

smashed
throughout the otherside
who knows i'm writing this

remember all the damage we did

you and i
our senior year
a rude awakening in isolation

fat men draining
everything we knew as good and true
you had a girlfriend then

long before you went insane
started hearing voices
talking to spirits

but then again you always spoke to them

you'd wake-up finding

here & now

i reserve this
     here and now

for you
     like i always have

it's always hit or miss
     come find me

and i'll find you...

generator pathos diferentiated

stars cross

darkness void

receiving

reach

touch

feeling

merging

meaning

emptiness light

deceiving

meaning thoughts

banter laughter

pause there

it's all we got

chatter ughter

stars cross

darkness void

receiving

reach

touch

emptiness light

deceiving

meaning thoughts

banter laughter

pause there

it's all we got

chatter ughter

pathos

this then

i asked you

why

sun set and

i never

knew

saw it all

before

told you i

never

could

but i did

and

we felt the

flesh

all

told you before

saw it

all in a dream

before

then this often [1]

how often

i see

exactly

i am

this

substance

how often

what i

am

now

is there

isn't

then this why yesterday

then this

why

because

yesterday

then this

because why

yesterday

then this

why

This Then This Because

This then
This
Because
This disappears
Then now
Then
This then
This
Disappears
This now
Then
This Because
Now
Disappears

this then this because

this then

this

because

now disappears

here then

now

always ever near or never far

you

always ever

near

never far

here then

now

All Of Her Arms

here there
we were
a thousand
times a day
asking
ourselves

if
then
when
why

we hope
every shade
ide
every sadness
in hopes
revealing
our madness

we continue
wondering
wandering
breaking a few more egg shells
rolling our boulders up hill
along the way

everything is write

set against
this
blank backdrop

here am i
again

another fool
enlightened
deceived enlightened

writing to you
stream

of consciousness
your
gift returned

to this holy
night

lights long music
waiting
awakening

the inner being
righteous

self reason vegan
piper
poet madman


this i
reason

Blue Quantum

numbers color

a poem

comes

out skyline

gone over

again

and again

recycled fragile

timeline

anything was

right

was anything

right

easily

not that

meaning

or words

are only

uncertainty

everything

seen a

lifetime

mythos

golden egg

unobservable

hero's night

eternal

fates light

uncertainty

broken pencil

you know

who i am

books vanish

haven't spoken

in months

fool keeping

it all inside

why would the

world want

to see this

a name broken

all things i

am i never could

be the same

in this season

i fall

falling the

abyss reaching

out

who are you?

you see

i've

picked up

pen

i'll type these

words

my machine

laden with mythos

and apology

like a distant

sea

erasing

broken pencil

do you know

who i am

book vanishes

haven't spoken

broken pencil

do you know

who i am

book vanishes

haven't spoken

in months

a fool keeping

it all inside

word

forgotten

remembered

misspelled

new

unheard

reworked

invented

destroyed

eaten

peace

filtered

memory

time

joy

foreverness

sorrow

sadness

death

god

goat

boy

bowie

landscape

dream

violet

Toulouse-Lautrec

the easiest

thing

hardest

when

time and

again

i bend

this

string

in a

thing

nine ways

but how

then

tend to

what

comes

before

doesn't

end

the hardest

thing

not

always

open fate

a nod

hello

a wave

a kiss

good-bye

pornography

doesn't matter

you don't

know

reach for it

into it

spit on it a

severed skin

the thick

of it

the smell of

it lingers

on fingers

twice as

as nice

a light winged

holy thing

broken down and

into like an

abandoned

car

poor boys

trapped

in x-rated

movie

an ending

that never

comes

cellar door

it's all could,

would, should

imagine your hand

naked holding

no possessions

above us only sky

patterns of probability

random occurance

of everyday

a quid pro quo

of what it's

all about

passageway

opening dark

new nuances

we welcomely

fall into

sometimes forgotten

what we see

becomes unknown

uncertainty, timeless

and resolute

fruit trees [for my father]

i walk the perimeter

kneel down beside

i wander through a swarm of flies

arrive at your fruit trees

set against sky

i hold cold hands of

old wisdom soft reason

i see in grey eyes

between us our river

shed indian blood

i fear the insanity of this place

great father speaks and all comes into existence

i took an orange from your hallway

you said go ahead now

let me watch you walk away

just one

today heads

spin the

dog

across linoleum

louder

than

no sleep

weaves

karma

screaming

where else

can

what do

enough

i

just one

give

this

to you

Now I Wonder Why

My Heart

All my

Heart

Is emptiness

Who can

Know it

That still

Moment

Shall cease

Which has

Come

Perfect we

Rise and

Gather

All eyes

Open into

Your Sun

Isn’t That You?

a•mor•ca•ri•tas

so•love•may•find•us

each moment

itself

every day

all secrets

remain

no thought

explains

a•mor•ca•ri•tas

so•love•may•find•us

IS K.P.BUK

Pseudonym. Pen name. Something that means something. Just like, A Rambler Pukka or Markkaa Be Purl, an anagram. A token to karma bestowed me. Another name I give myself.

Can't I say more tonight I arrive at "one last song". Driving in hear another, so lovely. Found you we spoke I leave.

Such great time and distance. Here now by the ocean. There for a moment.

Thats all I can say.

how can

how can

this

love be

we've

forgotten

so

much

it's your

time

to

sing

tonight

lights

our path

drawing

closer my

heart

doubts

its own

goodness

how can

i

explain

there

are

no words

here

only moments

made

from

everything

i am

identical

to

it all

never hear before

not even that

all that and more

the hand passing

over leaving

feelings

nothing changed

stays the same

mark my words

overheard over

here overhard

all done

before

not so 

long ago

time before

near a future

this moments

illusion of

clarity

Time To Kill

Ceasar Salad

because i know u can

language

has 

left me

before

behind

i notice

nothing

still

i ate

emptiness

hear

loneliness

yes

new words

to describe

everything

that

is

you

blood tree

river

find

me

dream

this

place

again

and

again

my own

name

escapes

me

blood tree

reveal

me

my

nakedness

our

madnesses

your

stillness

madness

greed

our

nakedness

my

stillness

my idea of you

it begins

remembering a

need

longing for 

what 

every moment 

within 

me our

mind beyond

perplexing

 

amazing

so revealing

within the 

idea of 

you

remembering 

an ending 

it begins 

now 

and forever

wright

This is
Compelled

A discrete
Thing

These words

Get through

Somehow
Enough

To be
With you

shoe horn

tireless
my
meaninglessness

who knew
this
sacredness

so profane
its
profound

Obscurantism

i hear

nothing

see

no voice

ask me

have

i

forgotten

no not

this

what

yea like

that

your way

paradoxical blues

half-light

strange beauty

left

unsaid

half-truth

walking

home

shadow

on

snow

half-night

truth

and

what's

right

mix

here

where

i am

sitting

GOODNESS

a poem

is never

good

goodness

comes