How to Spell Love

I may turn down your offer to meet your best friend, While arguing intensely that light rays can bend; And when we have finished our debate about this, I’ll show MBS that there’s more roads to bliss. What is it I want more than lover or friend? It’s that someone who brings this long search to an end, And for this great jewel I’ve been willing to cast: A spell shaped from chaos to bring our love fast.

Jewel

If you were a peach in my hand, I would peel you; If this world dragged you down with its lies, I would heal you; If you were lost to all ears and all eyes, I’d still feel you; And if your soul’s made a jewel in Love’s crown, I will steal you.

The Fractal Person

No force can ever shut this voice up, nor the energy which generates both action and interaction, because it vibrates up from the void of the Fractal Person at the centre of the Fractured Maze - just beyond the fragmented bridge to the Nowhere Point. There are no egoes here: for it is multi-dimensional, an infinity of eternities, an eternity of infinities. The here-and-now returns to the primal psychedelic singularity, the Dream of the Machine Elf. Point-Circumference = Quality, naturally. Thank you for popping in and out of existence. Be Seeing You.

Epikottle the Machine Elf

Living in a city Rutzel, how brave, how foolish, how termite-like. Are you a human or a virus? Right, straight, listen: Families and Friends: All that, yeah I get it. But the community, the people who live together, do they want quality and true joy in their lives, or live in the rat race and chase the dollar? What else can you do? Do you ever walk down a busy street or go on public transport, and you see all these people, especially in the rush hour, bodies squashed together but trying above all else to avoid eye contact? Well, I turn your third eye on, as arranged, to assist you in the relevant situations, but listen closer, don’t just look. Yes you look into their eyes, don’t you, and all you see bubbling on the mind-roof of so many people is unsatisfied desires, distorted memories, future-anxiety, fear of aging and death, and envy of the rich and famous. What happened to Quality and Grace and Joy, you are not machines: be Children again: feel, play - stop thinking so much. I mean, Rutzel, did some weird-looking blue guys with a spaceship drop you off here about half a century ago, or do you still believe this is really YOUR FUCKING PLANET!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Song-Poems

I prefer poems that rhyme, I guess that is what makes them songs; And I also prefer poems which have crystal-clear drum-like rhythms Where the words don't fall awkwardly over each other, and stuff. Yeah

Cage

been sinking so fast I just passed a stone, been hurting so much my laugh killed a moan, and though I am nought I now have a throne, not something I sought just a cage of my own

Primal

Blood and fire
Earth and skin
Bone and ashes
Out is in

Day is broken
Moon to Sun
All are fallen
It is done

-followed by my beating drum
Sounding out what is to come
To live and die on this cold day
To fade from colour into gray

Love or loss
Slave or boss
Snarling snouts
Growling shouts
Teeth in flesh
Moments mesh
Bleeding eyes
Swarm of flies
No more words
Gurgling cries
End of battle
Come death rattle

Maze

I was born in a maze
Spent my life running round the maze
Found some places to rest and to raise
Found some spaces to be best and to blaze

Now I’ve found the centre of the maze
Where the grand orchestra plays
And where I get my prize for these days
Here lies the entrance to the maze

Postscript

something
i need something
something sweeter than love
to take these dreams away

someone
i need someone
someone with the power
to make this life a way

because the moon stares from the sky
and can hear our every lie
and so it's time to leave this place
you've seen it written on my face
please put these tired words to bed
and kiss goodnight my empty head

somewhere
i'm going somewhere
somewhere with the power
for night to follow day