there are his eyes

looking at mine
he tells me words
out loud

he rarely says what's below
this burns

seems alive and smiles
touches lips
can hear breathing

what depression
to have the infinite light
hidden

looks at me
lost my shining
sometime in the years
thinking of when this all stops

i'll wait and wait and wait

may be birds


-Lahmadaj

Florida Church Freaks Burning Books

hello

Terry Jones, of the Dove World Outreach Church in Gainesville, Florida

you are stupid and so are your followers

to think that burning any book would be of use

do you know that the Quran and the Bible are both unreal

they are indeed real in essence and human belief

held close to burning heart waiting for something

they are physically bounded paper

but they do not describe this current reality

they are a story of long past

manipulated to manipulate

you and your sheepy cohorts

if you are gong to burn one religious book

please burn all religious books

or wait, instead, burn no book

accept all of them as useful insight into your deep labyrinth of self

where the only truth is written there

low low low inside the light is burned

set yourself aflame 

and then you will be free of such seething foolery

though with such elevated egos

and impotent hate

good luck and god speed on that one

thumper

-Lahmadaj

Glenn Beck

oh beck beck peck peck
too bad you're not Beck

then you'd be beautiful music

low low man sam
bring your finger higher

wish you'd evaporate

barely hear you speak
though on occasion it invades

wasting your breath

keep on shouting slogans
it will not save your heart

one day to stop and burn itself useless

in line of seeing
appearing like dumb HS peer

your mind flounder

go on and take the bait
convinced yourself again

to hate things

oh beck beck fleck fleck
twist off your head

then you'd be a martyr


-Lahmadaj

I wish

to rip out these lymph nodes and burn them in a pail
I want to laugh as they melt into charred flesh and the pain leaves my body
I want to continue to dismantle this form

run around asking questions
someone gives you an answer
thinking it not so useful
run around asking questions

no one has any fucking idea

I have no idea

I had an idea, many actually

but the thrash has diminished them
the coarse iron that grates and scrapes my back
once pulled
once pushed
continue infinite

thought had made it
thought it would be better
spent so much time as younger doing what was needed
none was needed
to end here stupid and bored
my center heavy and raw
tried for the moon
tired

soothe that ache little one there is no world there is no one

again with the broken
throw on more fuel
disappear in its blazing

-Lahmadaj

breathe

air cold and liquid
frothing between eyes and lashes
against the folds of parchment
the slow draw of ink
and the smash of sea

tilt back the glaze
bring new love
reach behind the turning sand
and escape into silence

disappearing clouds burn slow in the evening

it feels so good



-Lahmadaj

a stomach

fails and entrails



stretched by the big G

down down to the floor

one quack says, cluck

another quack says, gluck gluck

and i say good luck


wish the burn would cease

long bored waiting


how many people really know

how it is to continue

one needs much of nothing

can wait and wait


wonder if my explosion is approaching

will it be old age


ancient sense infinite



she's turning on her machine
twitt
such extravagance
and prestige
glad to slave

a blindfold of silk
and still seeing nothing

-lahmadaj