Tag: poems

Soma -|- Poem

On By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Image result for Horus

May he peck the eyes

Of him who pecks The Eye

Great River! Anoint me with a shroud of flies!

As Feed I am set free

Gift to the soil
Oh with what a sight I see
There is no toil

No strain for light
Breadth within bread

Milled by Sets rite
O blessed dead!

Dance across the sky
Fire wreathed
Let the hawkwind fly!

May he peck the eye

of him who pecks the eyes

Be Sated now

Be liberated now
From the dawdling on the threshold
Supple as Nuit’s bow

Upon my head the Asp
Guardian
Of the iron will within my grasp

O Ka!
Redeemed through dust
The wish I saw

Eternal trust

Social Media | https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow

Tipjar | https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal

Mule – (Poem)

On By Alex V. WeirIn Uncategorized1 Comment

I don’t want to hear  your reasons

I don’t want to hear disdain for rhymes

Ah the changing of the seasons…

Ah the sterile little monkeys

Would mate the brood mare

With the donkeys

Blank stare

What hath thou wrought

But plastic things

That are too often bought

Etc.

Ad naseum

Bring me a tonic

And I’ll show you fun

Social Media| https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow

Tipjar| https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal

SIGHT (Poem)

On By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Ancientlibraryalex.jpg

Serious so serious
You are all so serious

Everything is lead

Mysterious yes mysterious
So mysterious and dead

Without gravity

Pomp and circumstance
How would longevity
Grace your arrogance

You call us fools

You call us clowns
We are but tools
To be herded by the fine gowns

But what if to be so serious

Is not mysterious at all
What if gravity is dangerous
And the reason for the fall

What if ouroborus was more accurate
Than you could predict

A bit less immaculate

Than an emanation of some cosmic writ

What if the serpent that feasts upon its tail
Is God’s commentary on priests who fail
To judge anterior from posterior
And spend all of their mortal days

Up their own ass far from wise Suns rays

O grim so grim is my delight
For its fun to play and tease and fuck and fight
For in the end neither might nor right makes right
There is only…there is only…there is only….

Sight
It is holy…lonely…holy…lonely…laughing….

Sight

This is nothing….

This is SIGHT

Soaring

In
Ghostly

Holy

tRite

Social Thing| https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow

Patreon | https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal

‘Daily’ Poem # 6 – Synesthesia

On By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Full Circle | Leap & The Net Will Appear

There is a word that says all things of course

If you want to hear it you must learn to see

That see is waves and waves are sound and source

Such sight comes as pulses of  light’s subtle symmetry

If now is then instead of when here then is now

I think this maybe something approaching the Zen

Social Thing | https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow

Tipjar | https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal

 

‘Daily’ Poem # 5 – Reststop Runner

On By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

The 50 Best Study Abroad Memes I’ve Ever Seen – Adventure ...

You are ever the tourist

Pausing but briefly so that the stank

A mall store sample of wisdoms perfume would linger on your wrist

You know that if you were being completely frank

You’d own up

That the best kinda living can be

Packaged and bought and slapped on a cup

So go on….Europe is calling

Backpacking trips will have all the soccer moms squawking

Of what a worldly erudite stripling

The suburbs have raised

O the ennui how your eyes they have glazed!

Social Thing | https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow

Tipjar | https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal

 

Daily Poem # 4 – Fire and Seed

On By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Image result for chair in an empty room

Empty smell

I sit among it

Wholesome well

Leaves are scattered lit

By sun holy sun wholly shining through a million cracks

There was once a water wheel

In this place by the rusted tracks

Fire and seed

They carried forth what survived of generations

Supplied each need

To those who through wit and luck kept their station

But here

In wholesome depths

Tears draw near

Fire rivers fanned by the empty smell

Sing songs of those who never had a chance to tell

Why do I sit here with the power to spell

When I disappear

Will I meet the million voices

Who dwell here

Amongst fates fickle choices

Social Thing | https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow

Tipjar | https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal

 

 

‘Daily Poem’ # 3 – Benny’s Bro

On By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Image result for corporate stoner

Another psychedelic warrior

Made a Powerpoint

Delivered every worrier

By extolling the joint

He rambled and he raved

With corporate precision

How we’ll all be saved

Through just one decision

Slowly he descended from the podium

Dramatic was the pause: assets that depreciate!

Our lives have become tedium

Because simplicity we don’t appreciate

He said as he sold t-shirts, books and mugs to pay for his mercedes

Is this Cheech or Benny Hin?

At least he gets the ladies

Seems we’ll never win

Social Thing | https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow

Tipjar | https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal

‘Daily Poem’ # 2 – Keeper Ambrosia

On By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Image result for tiffany lamp beer

There’s not much company here

How odd it is then to be in such good company

Solipsism? Hardly dear…

Rapping fingers on dark oak beneath tiffany

In the light of that peculiar slight dyspepsia

A sinking ballast

Keeper ambrosia

Hold fast

Thumos is spirit

So spirits today!

Can you still hear it?

Keeper ambrosia won’t send us away!

https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow | Social Thing

https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal | Tipjar

‘Daily’ Poem # 1

On By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Image result for antique metronome

Discipline

The name that rings so sweetly in the mind

The heart’s a trampoline

It jumps to leave that word behind

Yet the tonic it repeats

Enticing with fresh mornings

Even after all of our retreats

Heavy are all wisdom’s warnings

Yet not as mighty as her feats

So do not tarry and do not harri

Become simply  ordinary

As the meter

Cause with each beat you’ll become extra

Victory wine will flow by litre

Ah the music yet to break

Hurry now towards the sweet refrain

There is much love to make

Gaining strength again you will again

Tipjar – https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal

Social Mediuh – https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow

Daily Poem 3 – Alchemist’s Lament

On By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Image result for alchemist

They want magic to come from  unknown places

As soon as the source is revealed

There’s a frown on their faces

Why! They collectively squealed.

I could have done that!

There’s no wonder

For I too have a rabbit and hat

Which leaves all us dancers annoyed

Is this philosophy that hard to know

That what God has most thorough enjoyed

Is that creatures of mud from mud gold can grow

Email | mellow.mission.productions@gmail.com

Social Media | http://www.minds.com/Weirmellow

Patreon | http://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal