DARKSOME... 

OO, as I fish for false money, then hot bowls of honey

Stir sugars into time,

And, wed, as a sea of ladies drowns women then minds

Marry sex swine

And hot goddess, spined, heeds leaves as dead rubies

Crack a sea of wine

La, as I fish for fake dunny gals then red kids hear dumb time

Crying

Sss. 

When once passion pries for eyes, then hitting gold mines

Shine like a bright fig tree,

And slain birds, sailing, suffer sight where old dimes

Sell pounds to drunk ashkeys

Uh. 

As roping raging scissormen slice the hose, then minds

Cry, cry, cry,

And vast darksome chasms wed sweet flesh as rhyme

Sends sex to a sea of stacked eyes,

And massive metalling mad men meld lies with eyes.

Sss

 

And as I fish for forced honey then blind boys die.                                            .

 

*

They are going to take me home where

God keeps his eye on a highchair

O they are going to take me home where

Gods keep the sky inside a snare

And they are going to take me home

Uh. 

When once water dies, then hot stone

Drinks shaved blood,

And eyes like emperies cry as bone

Crashes

Uh. 

They are going to take me home where

Sex leaps ten leagues from its chair

O they are going to take me home where

Candles cry for a sea of lit prayer

O. 

As endless empires die, then spun tares

Lie for drowned fake money

As trendless sapphires cry, then hung bees

Flow far West

 

And they are going to take me home

Sss, as men die, then I will go home,

And I have been a good man, and I have

No mind for pain and I have

No mind for rain, and I will outgrab

Whores and fields

And they are going to take me home? 

*

O, I am the wailer-

O, I sing for a sea of gaolers

And I am the wailer

Sss

 

I am the wailer-. 

Oo, when I sing, then sailors

Cry for labia

And I am the wailer

Sss. 

Distant patrons shoot the moon,

Instant gardens cut a spooned

Sea of weed

And snouts oink

And louts anoint dead greed

                                                Oh

I am the wailer

O, I sing for a sea of saviours

And I am the wailer

                                                Sss.

 

As dilly silly sailors drown, then

Blown eyes will hiss

And I am the wailer

As dizzy diddy failures end,

Then blown minds will hiss

And I am the wailer

And fish furl for labia?

 

*

O as fascinating idols end, then a seashore without friends

Weds dead men

O, as intimating rivals end, then a slain salt whore befriends

Wed spread women

Sss.

 

As instigating wed hens crackle, then eggs inside friends

Fry, poach, and boil,

And, o, as fascinating sin ends, then slain birds will spoil

Sex oils

Sss.

 

I have summoned death from a drunken country, and

As spun sin dies

Then goes I…

 

*

Enclosed inside salty seas, a romantic river heaves

O, as a treetop heeds sex leaves

Then, laid, a bad lady leads sleeves to watery

Winter bees

Ssss

 

Enclosed, a sea of need sucks salty waves as bees

Run to stung sleep

Sss.

 

When laid, a doll of a dunny woman reaps

Sweet false wheat,

And, la, as a treetop heeds sex mead, then

Blown babies sleep

Sss

                                              Ivories suck emeries when

                                              Ebony sucks god and men

Ahh Men....

*

This side of a sidereal sun will suffer

A flower shorn sea of lovers; and I will always suffer

For girls and me

Sss

 

This side of a sidereal sun will offer

Signets and funky gold, and men and god will offer

Pearled chains

Sss.

 

This side of a jewelled star smokes inside a car

And eyes suck smoke from midnight

Sss.

 

And a sea of slain summer slices winter lovers

And this side of a sidereal gun, wed mothers

Rend dills from salt rain

O

 

This side of a sidereal river, a sun will suffer

And, blown, vast blind mirrors

Send light to sleep, and prisons will offer

Naked nude cages

And god and sex will see love’s rages

Coming where mazes

Rend a warring sea of cages-   ooo.

 

Eyes will ring blind bells

And spun winds cry as city cells rend

Bodying lissom

Sss.

 

This side of the sidereal sun, children

End where missions

Die-..

 

*

As a rhinal sunrise ends, then vaginal enterprise

Cries for salt rain

O, as vaginal moon eyes end, then china sex lives

Cry for sweet rain

Uh-,.,

 

As heated headpieces fill, then sexy spun minds

Think of sexy pain

La, as a rhinal moon-rise dives, then old wine

Sucks madness from a treetop’s veins.

 

                                              Sss

I eat us, and wined crust cuts sucklers, and

Blown babies cry for sweet seasand, and eyes

Writhe

Sss

 

A headpiece made of mud carries care and

Hinders cut us

Lo-..                                        odes to sainted stalls

                                                Sing for winged walls

And sex will cry now

And as heated slain sows swill soft oats

Then a sidereal sun will smoke

Always.

 

*

O, I am the wailer-

I sing for a ship of saviours

O, I am the wailer-

I sing for a sea of sailors

Sss.

 

When once kids swim

The wailers kick sin, and

I am the wailer

And I am a sea tailor

And I am the wailer

Uh.

 

And sea cities will dam

Hands and wrists

And sailed suns will dam

Thumbs and fists

O-

 

I am the wailer-

I am a loud mirror, and land

Slides to sea when

Dogs save you and me

Sss

 

Closed comrades cry…

Nude tirades cry, and dead hands

Shove candles where

God leaps from his high chair

And I am the wailer.

 

*

O, when once a seahanged child dams fists and rubies

Then, slaved, a sea of wives must send kissed rubies where

Blinded blonde babies

Breakdown

 

Uh, when once a seabanged witness harnesses bad prayer

Then bleached blind pornstars send soft sex where

God leaps ten leagues from his pushchair

La -la- la.

 

O, when once a seaslammed child writhes, then slain bees

Fall from stinging sleep

Sss.

 

I will eat whored wasps…

I will reap winged jam cloths, and me and dilly bees

Fall to their hot honeyed knees

Ah

 

A stark darksome chasm in a twinned knee cedes

Salk seed to blenched loss

And judas jesus Christ hangs from a fake cross

..     ssss

 

Eager eaters eat disciples where loaves and loss

Feed fish bits to one thousand men who are lost

To holy baptismal sofas

,, Oo

,

This side of a filthy moon, a man with a spastic spoon

Digs dolls and lunacy

O, this side of a fallen moon picks macs where rooms

Die, die, die

 

And, lo, as children wreck the sunrise in a forced sky

Then pigs will rear a sonar sea when

Deaths delve drugs for lashed tailed seamen

Ssss..

 

This side of a kissing chair, a sea of sirens rides

Whored emptied sleep

And, ah, a sea of missing prayer sees god’s bride

Come home where Durban wheat

Drags fields for meadows

Uh.

 

As pugged faces fail, then wrenched dogs reap

Hills and swelled prisons

And, chained, a sea of missions drowns prisms

And sparks fall from a cat’s back

And rode curtains fade to cracks as meat

Trumpets rotted locked laden jailed rats

Sss.

 

This side of a kissing chair rocks inside sleep,

This bride of a kissing lair cuts strobed sleep, and

Coded killer eyes must ride, ride, ride,

And blown baby spies must writhe inside

Tits and spleen

Eh?

 

Lashwide bitters bind breasts to billhooks

And sex must die..

 

*

I will never heed a false wood

O, as eyes sneeze, then a city in bald blood brides

Skin to lies

And I will not ever heed my eyes

And I shall never suffer killed spies, and, o,

As sinning spun waves tread graves, then

Bled guns must writhe

Sss.

 

When once past passions plea for peace, then lovers

Will lay waste to fists

And, o, I cannot understand a tree of kissers

And, la, I cannot comprehend songs of fathers

Sss

 

I will not heed white England

I will not conceive racist garlands, and Mother

Shan’t die?

 

*

Oo easy dizzy darling dolls

Claim wax from veins, and men with hot molls

Drag drink for sails

And I will seek to hide where dizzy darling dolls

Claim wax from ruled sex highs

Sss.

 

Easy dilly starlings are thronged with eyes, and

Vast fast villas suck sand

And, o, when daggers draw drapes, then seasand

Claims wax from ruled dead lies

Ah-

 

I will seek to ride where dilly darling minds

Feed fish to sex water

And, o, when once daggers feed apes then hands

Cut beds from covers

Uh-.

 

Blown shut sex daughters dream of drams and

Coded coda men cry, cry

Sss.

 

Vast villas suck sand as blenched babes hang

False devils.

 

*

O, as an opening in a broken sun binds

Guns to burning

Then ladies inside a gun shoot a mind

Sss.

 

As an opening in a breaking drum binds

Guns to nothing

Then babies will ride inside a shot spine

And ghosts taunt haunted minds

And an opening in a blind sun grinds

Dolls and ceilings

Sss.

 

When once cruel pigs grunt for grease

Then bastardising brothers bang fleeced

Flicking lady monkeys

And, o, when once closed lays cease

Then a break in a sea of money

Rides where meaning

Ends

Sss

 

And an opening in a broken sun binds

Death to Dettol.

 

*

As the sides of sidling summertime hear hot suns

Coming home, then

Waving waning stone sucks ashes, and women

Wed seas to children

Sss.

 

The sides of sidling summertime crack a gun

O, inside a sea of men, shovelling soldiers drum

And coved cold animals

Cry, cry, cry

And I say WHY!

 

The Ides of Winter ride where cold hot snow

Dies for a chilled mind

And, la, when once ringed spine sucks crows

Then bad blackbirds grind

Dolls and tides

Sss. 

Emptying blue brothers break as caged robes

Fall…

 

*

I must hear a sea of red guns

O, I will sear a sea of red suns, and men and a mind

Glow like a fig as women in mind

Hear a sea of red mines come rocking spines

And I will hear stoned rivers crying

And I will tear blown mirrors as a sea of lying

Lies for a gold mind

Sss. 

I must hear a diddy seashore shaping dying

And, late, I will hear seasand drowning

Dogs and fishmen

And fishermen of mermen will hear minds

Digging for invisible gold

Uh. 

When once a blown mirror dies, then rolled gold

Glisters like the dead old

And, when raised, a sea of impossible dolls

Melts, then a sea of dunny souls

Digs for invisible robes

Ssss.

 

O, I will hear a sea of red suns, and men and a mind

Will mentalise

Cat headed heroines,

And bad boys build me deep where asexual skin

Thinks of decked dun paraffin

Ss,

 

*

This side of sidereal summer, a city inside winter

Cries for a sea of mirrors

O, this side of sidereal summer, a town inside rivers

Raises drowning mothers where

Whored dials end

Sss.

 

This side of sidereal summer, a villa in a scissor

Cuts bitumen

Sss

 

As fazing fading faces fail, then mandibles snare

Dolls and humans

And, rolled, golden gilts glister as guilty prayers

Drag dames for mushrooms

Uhh.

 

This side of sidereal summer, a city on a stair

Fails to fall

And this side of scalding winter, a cat in a chair

Lashes a sawn tail when

Blind blonde babies feed fats to cat men

La.

 

This side of sidereal summer, dangling sin

Cries for rain

And girls stone salt rain.

 

*

 

O, where once a widening fishwife rides sex trains, then

Vastness doubles a father made for women

O, when once a swearing kissing climber weds pain, then

Vastness doubles a lover made for children

Sss.

 

Eyes will suffer doubt, and innermost animals will rend

Sugary sex bows,

And spiralling sex doubt will suck inwardly dragged men

Sss.

 

O, when once a widening fishwife writhes, then chicken

Will cackle as men burn

And, la, outside my world, a sea of ferns sinks earned

Beers and crows

Uh.

 

I will not suffer Man -    and Man has no nude clothes

And I will not suffer Man

Ooo

 

When once a spurious sea of geese sails like a rogue

Then vast emptying empirical grease wails like a roped

Dented harnessed hanged coat

Ssss.

 

When once widening fishwives cry for waves, then

Blown bodies break-..

                                              Ohm.

..

END 

*

This side of an English gun, a shot man on the run

Raids eaten rifles

And, la, as an English gun shoots woman then a sun

Must eat gunned angels,

And, o, as sodden mandrills dream of dust, then guns

Will shoot slain sworn dolled anvils

Sss.

 

This side of an English bum, a tramp inside cradles

Comes banging boys due West,

And I will shoot the rain as the siren in a cradle

Feeds dills to dollies

And, wo, as changeless billies break, then candles

Sink a birthday inside thighs, and a seizing cable

crashes

Sss.

 

This side of an English gun, a shot man on the run

Raises eaten rivals

And, lo, as eaten rifles shine like pigs, then

Dun axing ashes rape robed fires, and funerals inside men

Dig false pyres,

 

                                              And, clashed, a false fast sea of hens

Cackle as they eat

Slain cooked birds, and a slithering slowed lover hears old dens

Falling,

And, o, as eaten rifles rape roped flower stains, then a sea of fires

Gives head to a petrol face

Sss.

 

I will not murder me,

Zzzz  I will never undersee the need for sugary spilt seas

                                              O

As a tilting switchbacked moonrise writhes, then loud leas

Must ride from buried sleep

And, lazed, a lackey in a flunkey seat dreams of sour bees

Uhhh.

                                              Here, there is trouble in Catford,

                                              Near, there is trouble in Melford

And urban neon brains wed slaved shone rain

Fall, and I undertake eaten guns as a priestess on bled boards

Dances to the edge of endless midnight,.

Sss.

 

As the indian garden lets in the family, then burnt bad words

Weep for flailed steeled men

And coded curved cosines execute death with dumb birds- .

O, here, jacked, bended scissorers slice cute curves

And vamped vile fathers jump planes

Zzzz

As I go to zed, the wide windmilling world fails

 

* 

O, as daggering dillies drink dust, then fake cities inside men

Feed tits to birds,

O, as daggering dollies drink dust, then dud ditties hear men

Crying for the rain,

And, sss, as dead dogs eat poos, then blown butts must send

Scissors to sex pain

Sss,

 

As eyes peer into a closed moon, then blanched cold veins

Wail for grain,

And god inside a brain cracks

O

Sss.

 

And golden gills swim as swum girls suffer veined curs

And idiotic hills will

Dive for false rain

And men and Life will never come home again

Uhhh.

 

As daggering ladies lick lust, then bad spind gain

Caresses killed buds

And buddies, blamed, bang against youths and blood

                        zzzz..

            Gashing gassy grunts jump

            Sties and rainbows?

 

*

This side of my sunny room, I hear the face of men

Falling,

This side of my living home, I hear the mind of men

Crawling,

And, o, as I entertain sunrisen champagne then hens

Fry

Sss.

 

This size of my seesaw, the gateway in my door is

Roaring,

And me and my autumn almanac fades to black as

Calling sandmen

Scatter bad dreams

            Ahh.

 

As I hurl bacon in my yard, then a biddy with fizz

Drowns my beer in death,

And, o, men and snooker men will play as kids

Come jaunting down the aisle

Zzzzz.

            I clamber as I climb

            I shudder as sex flies, and eyes will rid

Lungs of pigs

And girls launch a siren inside coded red sprigs

            O-

            Salty sawn nuts will shut

Down.

 

*
o as I revere the moon in love’s tears, then bunched spheres

Roll away

O, as I revere the sun, then the stars above will cry

And, sss, odes to flowers run out

And, zzz, odes to dowers wed doubt, and I will die

Uhhh.

 

Meting hats to heroes, lazy ladies link arms as spies

Slide, slide

And ancients fell on their side

Ah.

 

O, as I revere the dumb, then lunar years will ride

Inside country sleep,

And I will glow like sheep?

Sss.

 

When once pugs pin cushions then spind false wheat

Trumpets bound meat

            And nutkins pause to eat ladies when

dashed dogmen pinon fishermen with mermen

                        Lahhh.

 

Slain sad gods in a car collide with blown Mars

And, ssss, I shall not murder me

And, zzzz, I will powder me, and ghostly trees

Wail, wail, wail,

and I am the wailer…

 

END

 

*

As the ancients have a bad fall, then vast regents

Suck soiled wine

O, when once dolls in brine cry, then cold peasants

Feed oils to cold lime

And, la, gods under glass carry kisses back home

Uh.

 

As the ancients have accidents, then vast crescents

Drag lunar men back to stone,

And we will suffer self as a city made from chrome

Shatters

Sss.

 

I will always answer back to the hamstrings of a sap

And, laid, lazy whoring gold rings

Clasp cunny where coving killer swings sting paps

And false Buddha is glowering

            Ooo.

 

As the actors of a mind go blind, then ancients

Fail, fail,

And, closed, hard nudes dine in a veil, and sails

Screw dammed dales

And dunny dummy pigs shine like dead Wales

                        Sss.

 

            When once kind crapped capes wail

            Then mad trees will fail

And tulips fade..

 

*

Ooo alabaster men must always rear statues

Ooo, sexy masters of sin sire cold eagles, and a wedded sea of suede shoes

Shoots waves from the hip;

And me and Love are real hip,

And men and God get into puckered lips, and

Ooo, alabaster men always hear tables

Ooo. Endless mothers always cut labels, and whored heroes inside screws

Suck false prison

                        Ssss.

 

I suck and suck the nutted side of a raid, and then I hear a milk raid

Come tunnelling tides with nut raids,

And we will nut and nut the season in a summer

                        Uh.

 

A scissoring sea of pork drowns then rots, and idle mammas

Drag dust for sidereal lovers

But love, lapped, is locked where salivating mothers

Ride from wakened sleep

            O

                        Uh

.

END

 

*

The suckering sides of god seem nice

O, the flickering Ides of Love seem all right,

And I am gone to Bethlehem,

O, as a smacked desolate river raises night

Then the suckering sides of Christ will light

Crisscrossed torched paper

Uh.

            Where a dragging digger drinks sand then a sandy man

Will ignite bones and spoiled ham

And, laid, lady loss loses land

And, paid, baby loss pays for Woman

And the suckering sides of God seem real nice

Ah, the snickering lies of Love seem always right

And bled bines bust

Ssss.

 

Whence coded golden gins dress a phantom town

Then bared concentric cream smothers a hot brown

Failed loaf,

And men and sin must move to the coast when

Tarots deal Psychic sex men

And, bared, bad blonde bakers break

Sss.

            We pay the way for the piper when

            Dragged dollies shake, and cold hens

Cackle as romantic birds burn,

And clasping killer bees do beads as ferns

Strut seed where spores summon soft germs

Ooo.

 

Whence a hill of pain cries out aloud

Then bad thrills must sunder god’s crowds

And eyes, slain, sail, sail, sail,

And sexy servants suffer sin and spun clouds

End…

 

*

As fast fat fingers poke the dead down then

Mongrel hands will suffer sinners and

Cold eyes fill a heart-rapier with salt sands

And, lobed, a city in blind hands will rend

Sun, sense, and cold women

O.

 

As fast fat fingers poke the killers, then

Horses may race against chilled

Lunar mad men,

And a lullaby of losers leads bled sin

Homeward when

Cold rubies raid gems and spun thin

Hands and hens send cocks to spind

Stunned winds

Sss.

 

And we bleed as we sweep dust

And we grieve as wet rapes lust, and

Veiled voices run from song as loud Pan

Cries in actual Israel

 

            La

Oh-.

*A PALEST SHADE (because of dylan thomas?)

Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch the den-eyed children writhe,
sense the screen-fat cholesterol to nothing - in the mind, let wasp-skies
summon.
No more zen-tithed warriors at one, just the scam-boys almed
against the sun; no more truth, no more plain love, just the screen in
shrouds above.
Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch the den-eyed
children writhe; seize the siren in the filmic kiss - in the mind, let
fusion's fist, set on braining, seizure out of seeing - televisual
syndicate, let love lose being.
Searching for summer in the beam of death,
No Man summons on the bridge of breath: storming into cancer, with
capricorn a womb denied, televisual syndicate of being alive.
Televisual
thunder, fusing as she sunders; televisual king bees, deposing of all
wonder: with jam-skeined mentals seething under metal, the prison cell of
creaming lams the scentimental.
Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch
the den-eyed children writhe, sense the screen-fat cholesterol to nothing
- in the mind, let wasp-skies summon. No more zen-tithed warriors at one,
just the scam-boys almed against the sun; no more truth, no more plain
love, just the screen in shrouds above.

in the beginning of poetry's mallow, from first to last, the chiming face
fawked across the skies laid fallow; one shower of motion sired the waste;
and, like cyphers in conjunction, muse and fire mixed as they raced.

in the beginning of poetry's mallow, syllabic & tarry as a filthy smile,
from the births and heirs of mallow, round the heavens span the child;
& after came the gyring waters, touched & torched upon rhyme's dial
in the beginning of poetry's meadow, that set alight the sparring spark,
time & tide sent forth their fellows, & the tunes of magma's Ark,
flailing where all seas lay narrow, wired the jaws of jesu's art.

in the beginning of poetry's swallow, which, from sky-slit aces grooved;
in the misgivings of the secret brain, rhyme and tide sent forth their
moods,

& the runes of madness lammered, & the moon of mourning roared;
in the beginning of poetry's tarot, before & after was the open door.
in the beginning of poetry's pillow,
before and after
was the open door.

Where the rivers bend, we see the hero's splendour: Thebeian shapes of men
in rivulets of cinder: where the rivers gyre, we sense the shape of man:
Thebeian shapes of wisdom, destruction's in our hands. Stoned are all our
barricades, stoned are all our charms: in the palisades of grey, we sense
the seas embalm: down from ashen seances, the ghosts of god assume: stoned
are all our barricades, stoned womb, stoned womb.

Later, in light's restaurant, the Lord of laughter lams on by: sickle
rhythms sunder & siren, transepts sulphur by: where the rivers gyre; where
the hapless eremite lies maimed, into burning capitals, we sense our
hearts inflame. Stoned are all our barricades, stoned are all our charms:
in the palisades of grey, the oceans storm & charm: down from hero logic,
led ded in crypts of grey, into wombs of scarlet doom, our barricades lie
staved.

Yesteryear, the spheres were strong; yesteryear, God's loving lived:
yesteryear was rilled with song; yesteryear, the passions fibbed: now,
with eyes on empty, the sickle moon is filled with blood: menstrual are
our passions & menstrual are the skies above. Stoned are all our
barricades, stoned are all our charms: in the palisades of grey, the oceans
storm & charm: down from hero logic, led ded in crypts of grey, into wombs
of scarlet doom, our barricades lie staved.

Stoned womb, stoned womb, the palest shade of love is all: stoned womb,
stoned womb, the palest shade of passion crawls: stoned womb, stoned womb,
the whitest veil of love is truth: stoned womb, stoned womb: the best we
get is cloven proof; stoned womb, stoned womb: the best we get is cloven
proof.

Sideboard breaker in the side of the mind: a homestead full of slaughter,
the sun of Hubris shines. Cut from cloven woodchip, with pallish reason
cast from time, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker in
the side of the mind.

Sideboard breaker in the heart of the moon: a
homestead full of water, the river's murder spumes. Cut from cloven
hardback, with pallish reason severed at womb, sideboard breaker,
sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker in the slide of the moon.

Sideboard
breaker in the soul of leavened day: a homestead full of spirits, the
child of living raves. Cut from cloven woodworm, with pallish reason
buried in the grave, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker, sideboard
breaker in the side of the day. Sideboard, sideboard, sideboard breaker:

Bo Diddley maimer, song defamer, do you know the world's creator?
Sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker: tell me, Lord, are you forsaker?
Sideboard breaker, broken home deranger, sideboard shaper
(cigarette shaker?)
ahhhhhhh

let's boogy for a vineyard snail!

AMEN?! See Less See Less See Less....

*

copyright jd bellamy 2019.

 

*CELL-SPOKEN.. jimbellamy.simplesite.com

It's an unspoken word at the base of the brain that everybody deserves
just what they constrain; an unspoken word that children suffer time: O
it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.

It's an unspoken word in
the centre of the dust that each of us perverts just what consoles our
lust; an unspoken word that misery is fine: O it happens world over, but
no-one seems to mind.

It's an unspoken word in the swirling of the sun
that nothingness accords just what we've never done; an unspoken word that
life is merely crime: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.

It's an unspoken word in the wastelands of the womb that everyone is
stirred by the madness of the moon; an unspoken word that tyranny must
shine: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.

It's an unspoken
word, a deadly word between us all that emptiness conserves our only
clarion call; an unspoken word that poets seldom rhyme: O it happens world
over, but no-one seems to mind.
i espy time?

I am silk, I am ancient lichen:
in the villas of the night, I am the power
of Zion. I am the teacher & the weather in the light; the preacher & the pilgrim,
the reaper in his might. I am the soul to you; the dictum & the
drum, the chuff & chaff of grain, the mitre & the sun.
Where I fall to earth, I am the gentle rain; the harpstring & the birth,
the doctor in the brain
Come to me on a weary night, & I shall show you yore: the musket,
drum & pike, the devil & his shore. I am silk, I am ancient lichen: I am
silk, I am ancient lichen: I am silk, I am ancient lichen:
the power of Zion.

eyes of wrought devise, eyes that swim the tides, eyes that never care,
eyes that blind with prayer; eyes in summer moons, eyes in summer tombs;
eyes, eyes that despair, eyes, eyes have no heir. music, take my sun away,
music, let my people play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let
madness be. eyes, these are the LA dunes, eyes, these are the scarlet
rooms, eyes, these are the sonar flares; eyes, these are the eyes of air;
eyes, eyes that seldom do, eyes, eyes that break on thru, eyes, eyes that
live to kill; eyes, eyes that seldom thrill. music, take my sun away,
music, let my peeple play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let
madness be. eyes on empty, eyes on fire, eyes on empty, eyes of wire, eyes
on empty, eyes of pain, eyes on empty, eyes of rain - i have seen the
summer dream rape away the eyes in scheme - eyes on empty, eyes of fire,
eyes on empty, eyes of wire. music, take my sun away, music, let my peeple
play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let madness be.

until we have built our golden empery, until we have built the lamb of
god, until we have tilled the lands of plenty, time and tide shall shake
its rod.

until we have built our iron empire, until we wharved the jesus
mind, unti we have tilled the lands of sapphire, time and time shall shake
and grind.
until we have built, made madness over, have ripped away the
mooning ram, time and tide shall thral thrice over, endless as the Son of
Man. Until, as in the lakes of fearing, until, until all peace is whole;
until we have tilled the lands revering, time and tide shall have no soul.

in the forging grails of israel, in the fires of bethlehem, come, let
heroes burn their haloes - let the prince of heaven reign! christ, the
lamb of forward moving, christ, the lamb of grooving blood; christ, the
lamb of hapless healing; christ is wharven in the bud.
until we have built
our golden empire, until we have made a place for peace, until, until this
earth is entire, no man shall lay upon god's fleece.

Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
magnesium rotors, helio powers;
palisades of burning light,
skeins of fission, endless night.
Towers turned ashen, Asian madness,
forging Zion, lion of sadness;
limitless dolls of metal, spurning,
Israeli sun, Holocaust yearning.
Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
hatchets, signets, zen-tithed suns,
domesday stories, scarab drums:
flower of plenty, flower of pain,
flower gone empty, enemy brain -
in the window on death's widows,
endless spume the hangman's pillows.
Flower of duty, flower of passion,
flower of sadness in confession:
from the sun, red spheres unite,
on the run, red spheres ignite. ...

THE END....

....

BLOOD WEDDING (a punishment) by jim Bellamy c/o Dylan Thomas

Peeple derange, peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet skein, peeple maim,
peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet veins.
when denied, the peeple kill,
when decried, the peeple thrill.

peeple derange, peeple change, peeple
rave in scarlet skein. sun is dead, moon is dead, wind is dead, rain is
dead, womb is dead, croon is dead, love is dead, life is dead.

peeple derange, peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet skein, peeple emote to
prove their madness, peeple promote to prove love's sadness-

moon is dead,
sun is dead, rain is dead, brain is dead, childhood splits the mind in
four, derangement splits it all the more.

peeple derange, peeple change,
peeple peep and peeple drain; life is largely wanton woman, wanton woman,
largely children. love is dead, lust is dead, dream is dead, scream is
dead, Everyman meets mania parish, mania parish is getting punished.

peeple
maim, kill, rape, strip, score, suck, slay, rip. sun is dead, moon is
dead, wind is dead, rain is dead, womb is dead, croon is dead, love is
dead, life is dread.

change, maim, change, derange, maim, change, maim,
derange, maim the loves you take for granted, change the loves that deem
perverted. under halo, under hollow, under bible, dying wallows.

peeple
derange, peeple change, peeple change, peeple derange; peeple derange,
forever, always, peeple die in empty hallways?

incest tarot, incest marrow, blood wedding, blood wedding. flume of
sickness, spuming witness, blood wedding, blood wedding.
the cloth of
christ is incest perot, the shrouds above, a split-spine tenet. incest
weaver, incest leader, blood wedding, blood wedding. slick of moansigns,
slick of foamsigns, blood wedding, blood wedding. cryptic slaughter,
madam-daughter, blood wedding, blood wedding. the signal sun is seed at
zero, the eunuch drum, an isis hero.
flume of sickness, spuming jenet,
crown of clitzoid, sounding senate, wharving rumour, sea of mud, cimmerian
state in bud. blood wedding, blood wedding, the spines are midnight, blood
wedding.
no time to dream, no time to breathe, no time to live, no time
for ease, no time for breath, no time to die, no time for truth, just
endless sky.
the spines are midnight, blood wedding, the spines are
blasting, blood wedding, the times are crippled in narrow motion, the
shrouds above, phaposian oceans. incest tarot, incest marrow,
blood-to-bone, bone-to-blood, the sallow cheek reveals dead sunday, the
dreams gone after, funeral comedayze. dazed forever,dazed in loved, dazed
forever, dazed above, the seed is zero, the eunuch summer, blood wedding,
blood wedding.

in the times that break apart, from spire to shinbone, rhyme, who is all
and all the slave to the eagle in the mind, (where goes the angled knock
of seered and serried graves),

in the oceans of the heart, the sires of
music rave. and should the angels drop from hireling heaven down; (or
should the shining crop of corn and capeseed drown), then there would be
no rhyme except the light that shifts, and the sires of music, lopped,
would spiral from the pith.

not for the shroud or flame of biblebook or
flower, on the spindrift wires of time & the motions in a tower, (for the
stations of the breath & the seashores in a spine), whereby the seasons
drift, the sires of music chime. & should the angels drop from hireling
heaven down; (or should the shining crop of corn & capeseed drown), then
there would be no rhyme except the light which shifts, & the sires of
music, lopped,

would spiral from the kiss.

fed-up with contusions, fed-up with the shame; fed-up with saint peter &
his pearly gates of flame: a tapestry was woven, a tapestry of fear: in &
out the cyclones, christ whispers in our ear. i cannot make it here, i
have no stone to own: this earth of mutineers is ever bleached at bone.
i cannot make it here with god's roundalay; the world is minus Sun-
there's
nothing more to say. Lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lee-lah-lah;

lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lahhhh..

 

copyright jdb 2019

***

LOST IN LONDON

lost in london, i
turn to the minarets,
dance thru my numb surprise
like some bought cigarette:
in the dense capital
i see a world of fire
burn like a madrigal
into suburban pyres.

lost in london, i
pass by the soul cafe,
breathe with the afterlives
of those who've passed away:
here i sense camden lock,
there i sense whitechapel
dreaming their dreams on hock
up thru a miracle.

lost in london's eyes,
lost in the depths of day,
i tread so carefully
as to combat decay;
and, as i pass along
into the streets of wine,
i find a west-end song
raving along my mind.

lost in london, i
note all the pirouhettes
in the big house of lies
wharved by a sea of debt;
and, as the oceans fly
down to the river thames,
down come the bells of crime
into the bells of ben.

lost i n london's eyes,
lost in the depths of fear,
i search for things to hide
yet nothing here endears;
and, as i roll on past
each restaurant and bar,
i see all london's past
burn, like a stolen car.

....

JDB 1993

THIS SCARECROW ROAD (a poem-song?)

 ...this scarecrow road, as naped in ghosts as slaughter,
heeds a chilly pumpkin Escariot,
o this midnight halloween-writ raises dolls from water.

as we tread for swinging ghouls, a devil under us
bangs in scarred hands where a puller's night crush
carries a sister's tricky treater of topped carry-cut
snakers of bobbing apple-corspes.

this scarecrow road, as popped in head as stormers,
walks a midnight row.....& crowed devil-dawners
share deadened lips with a bleeded lucifuge...

a winch of fallen gallows tree-hangs old hosts,
a witch of falons mallows a sea-hag's ropes,
& we dig for turniped scissor-wine when bodies

bag mess up in a wasted teasing house of voices.

all-hallows-weave strides this scarecrow road
all-killers-weeds strangle a bruised insect lobe
& toads go down

now!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                             

 

 

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