Sunday, December 23, 2012

White Hot

far away dead eyes look in . eyes cross snowy trees . soundless and bodyless . move into equivocal visual fields . powder white field 

far still so far eyes look . eyes crossed across chest . bodyless and soulful . moved by unequivocal hard metal . white hot metal 

closer yet closer the eyes . eyes crossing metal . but to yield look away look far look close look at it look at this specimen none one shall see in too common a life . yield . now charge . do not fight . hold its stare . look my Child . look . do not fear . this is you  

farther now farther the eyes . eyes across a flung distance . retreat but not as Coward . weak body strong heart . incubate in the bed of Time . you shall not rest this body . you shall bide your heart . for biding is no rest . and resting is no incubation . await your Place 

fear
fear for the white hot metal
yearn for the white hot metal
dark sky spotless starless 
flung below infinite dark snow trees 
thick they stand close away space and light
no need for light nor hope

fear
relinquish fear
disappears yearn 
release white hot metal
all sky limitless star
rise above regress all items of Earth
only air stands all is space and light
nothing but light and hope

raise dead eyes . steady deep honest . this is you Child . White Hot

bide Time and Place

東 涌 衝 - A Business Man's Verse







Thursday, December 6, 2012

30,000 feet in the air to press feet on home plate 
intercept to blow me 
off my feet midair 
a limbo buoy