You Know They Never Know

My brother,

What did you take with you beyond your grave? 
(the richest places on the Earth are graveyards)

What treasures were buried on the hillside near where you died?

What manic envisionistic rants trail off in the Coastal Caves, for miles?

Did you leave any inhibitions? No way. All straight from chaos.

As on day your body fell asleep to this world,

never again to bless our midst, Brother how it pains us so.

If you brought it back, if you brought you back to our lives,

then where would you stand? Where would you stand?

What visions of Space and Light have graces your soul?

Were they of peace or of woe?

I'll keep on, keep on writing on to let them know

of your spirit, man, my brother, so that or they'll never know.

You know they never know.

Beyond that day your body fell asleep to this world,

never again to Bless our midst, oh Brother how we miss you so.

Is our sister there? Was she waiting there for you?

Or was she off to play; off in play?

I'll be fine without you, for now;

Life must keep pressing on. See you soon, not too soon.

I'll keep on, keep on writing on to let them know

of your spirit, man, my brother, so that or they'll never know.

You know they never know.

As one day our bodies will all fall asleep to this world,

up to the sky, some fantastic part of the Universe,

We'll see you soon.

We'll be together soon.

As everybody in this world, will soon, too soon, fall asleep to this world.

Fields of Love and Peace

Hey friend,

You've got a wonderful spirit that shouldn't ever die. Never die.

Don't try so hard old friend.

Let the world's woes pelt off of your armor like a rainy coastal storm across the mountains; be the rock.

You're so proficient when you don't try too hard.

Your spirits flow like water from a spring; so cool and refreshing.

Be yourself, brother in Spirit, and don't try too hard.

Let your mind Swim and your Spirit fly beyond the sky,

as it'll never die, like my Brother.

On some beautiful night, drive up the Coast out to the field that looks toward the Ocean; take it back to what's right.

Love and Peace,

Your old friend.

Mead: Five Star, a year later.

I started a sort of free association writing on 1 Sept 2010, just a few days ago; I started this blog, Fluorescence, 1 Sept 2010, a year ago.

Fluorescence sat for an entire year before I started writing in it. Its first entry was titled "Mead: Five Star" although I never ended up writing in that notebook, but started writing in a new, devoted Mead: Five Star just a few weeks ago not for a dream journal but for a lyrical prose sort of tone, and the new one didn't take on any meaningful form that I wanted it to until 1 Sept 2010, a year since dedicating the idea. 

Strange coincidence. Completely unintentional.

Love Surrogate

Hey girl, there it is.

Can you feel it rising up from the underground?

Death and hate should commiserate;

liken akin to the surrogate from up above.

Regularly, too early should they pass to open air.

Should be commensurate to the surrogate from up above.

Like love should I love with you.

Like love should I love to you.

Like any love I should make with you.

Like any love I should make for you.

That morning will dawn when that love's gone.

Like any love I've made to you.

It'll break the ground, under your feet.

I don't know why, but it'll surprise you.

Through their eyes.

That surprise I bet you'll despise.

Wrought from your hateful years which you never passed.

Don't you want to be healed, foolish woman?

Hail it all! 

She's a stubborn whore!

Up on the stake -- take her down.

She knows nothing of her ways,

for her justice broke the ground under her feet.

She knows not why -- look at her surprise!

Pull her down. x4.

Under the ground. Demons! Demons!

That morning just dawned,

when that love's gone, like the Love I've made to you.

It's kinda funny 

that now she knows

what awesome powers I commiserate. 

With death and hate? Sure.

Like any love surrogate from up above.

Red Woman

Who'll be parallel?

But who's next to rebel?

Who's going to lead them on?

He who leads with his Heart?

If there's a heart left, then it'll surely bleed.

For a horde of six men died in His Spirit, He's struck a blow

in the phosphor of the valley's sun.

Beyond that? Nobody knows.

I think they'll give up. God wins - go home.

Like they ever had a fucking chance. Right. Pathetic.

Who'll be parallel?

But who's next to rebel?

Who's going to lead them on?

He who leads with his Heart?

There'll be a heart left in every child to bleed his Honor.

Complex tribulations of rivarly passionately left behind wither down the way, sides to sides.
Loving each kiss into revolutionary moonlight bite; the bitch'll push him on.

No heart is left to bleed it, it's back home yearning irregularly beating Her spirit to His return.

Beautiful broad,

stripped down in His bed.

Beautiful broad,

strap her down to His bed.

Pulsing red woman on fire in His heart.

Who'll be parallel?

But who's next to rebel?

Who's going to lead them on?

He whose heart is still beating?

If she's left him a heart then it's certainly bled for Her.

She'll left him His heart for every piece of his Hordes.

Like their Gods ever gave a damn. 
Beyond that? Nobody knows. 

Coffee Time

Blissfully her curves rummage through my thoughts

like some melody of waves as her voice.

But she burns.

Alive she burns, but nobody can dig her out.

That's too bad I guess, as safety can't be had by all.

Isn't God Love? How Lovely that even He won't Love all?

I'd say His demons might. Seriously.

Ravage? Sure. That's cool.

+++ (Coffee break) +++

I love everything about it. 

  Phospor ranges of sound.

  Glimmers of hope'll surround.

But God damn it's too grand!

  Who's the most hope of life?

  They'll be amongst my fight.

He created it all too grand for one man.

To begin years too late beyond what'll stimulate.

His lovely Spirit drives me on, like it was ever there - not that it needs to be.

As His truth'll inspire those to call his Love.

All of this noise is drowning my brain! 

[although I should be thinking with my heart]

I made all of the noise. So much of it in fact that I can't sort through it.

Like some melody of waves. Her voice. 

Blissfully she rummages through my thoughts.

Over-awed by a Holy demon let's back it off.

Take one or two at a time in a Black colloidal brew. Yeah. Coffee time.

From a friend

Hey friend,

That's an awfully jolly roger you're flying.

Think how he'll head down with us to meet up

with the girl up there on the rocks.

She'll give it all for a hard crack at her;

blow her away with the winds that furled past your mast.

She'll give you a hand for a hard crack at her;

she'll look a grin with a long smile.

Don't get your hopes up for too long, though.

Tighten up your ropes, buddy.

- From a friend.

Stone's Crush

The damned ground shakes just 

about death before the sounds impend it.

Breaking beside the dry Mountains.

Who knows how I started?

I'll never know as they've flown aspace.

Like it began,

years before their time and/or timely demise.

Soft and slowly

just before the sound breaks right

over my head.

Prior to being forgotten.

Fallen out of my head.

Life crawls out of the water

and asks me what I've done to get here - like I know!

Like I had had a say in this at all! It just happened to me, too!

"But follow along with me.

Trust my hands; all of the work that they've done for me,

although nothing of power, as I'm just one of you as well," I'll say.

The stone's crush shrugs without your life, so

press on like there was a God who Loved before these times.

Just press on.

Just press on.