VOL. UNO
CHOMPIN’ ( Liftimus PRIME ) I want to chomp on the City Chew the skyscrapers between my teeth Smash the melon and spit platinum seeds Slurp the Blood of the Streets and Swallow it whole Rip the Meat off till I see my reflection on the wishbone Jay Blaine Written & Designed
And I’ll crack the BIGGER half!
And then I became a JAGUAR GIANT
a chamelon-skinned dolphin, an Orange-Breasted Falcon An occupant of wide footprints that only became larger. So Lifted, that I didn’t even have to lift it, aided, by the timelines’ opinion. My fingertips are lazers, my eyeballs are painted marble globes, my muscels sing songs of the great struggle Oooooooo I just brushed passed the back of your neck with a feather..... Every second something is born, re-born, beautifully torn, than washed of scorn. A fraud, only if you live the past, a slice of truth in perspective, but, what exists: PURE Directive. I took my wailing weakness to the desert flats, hugged its sacred scream, then shot it in the head, put 2 mor to the chest, beat of the drum of no rest, then disappeared in a flock of ravens. My heart pumps gold. Do you know that your heart pumps gold? That shine, it’s more than just glitter. I’m made of tiny little sparks, that whistle as one, stretch towards the Sun, construct iron lungs, and click in dark tongues to the lightning tree they’re from. This dog, he’s had his day and now he climbs out the peoples’ polluted lake. Drenched wet, if she only knew... SHAKE. Dripping in ‘if she only knew’... SHAKE SHAKE. Damp, if she only knew... SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE! If she only knew, She would still love me true and hand me a towel to wipe the remaining dew. Cuz’ if she’s TRUE, WITNESS. what we’ll do.
asylum winds (insomnia pink) By Jay Blaine & Lajazmin Morning Leviathans Kerrang the bells But I refuse their Wall Street blues Up with the whip crack of Dawn giants in malaise gather on volcano-tops to watch the sparks of a waking sun’s yawn And so the lava flows from my eyes, I wipe the lunar snow before my frame melts from a sleep ingested long ago the rivers of dragon drool seems to slow... the liquid onyx coagulates and creates the black aisles of frozen obsidian flow Glow lost on the twighlight trees the barren isles devoid of leafs an ethereal stream... the moon coins in lemur skulls investigate the hermits house as the invasion gleams with pearlescent sheen... reams of maladjusted primates not quite hip to alien screens and computer blips with jackal laughs so far removed in organ pipes of DNA glass tubes the thunder’s mute lightning branches control the mindless fools brains submerged in voodoo pools placed at lower shelves the infant scientists create magicians to entertain themselves... noxious dust combs the sky forked tongues hiss ‘change the plans’ polish rusty wombs and rotted lands a hollow bastion in royal masks shifts the blame, when stones are cast... ...into the past its raining glass... the tears are salty diamond now. underground cryptic clouds poison purple kisses marries the solar breath of the howl in the notches, found the scowL, on the brow of the Sarrowman Owl so from hand to hand passed the slip between the bludgeoned diamonds of forest kings now tucked in breast pockets to self destruct before the last ship the vessel flagless... covered in mermaid tail scails levitating over a sea of rainbow acid pirates hang... ornaments. kaleidoscopic eyes slice the treasure from the grip of the tortoise lips...
But one did see, young deck hand misused and forgotten amongst the plans absorbed the acid into his bones and what came out was jeweled hearts of stone .....the tortoise slaughtered in the sheet of night before the hungry kaleidoscope eyes soon to meet with the jelly fish of the sky who danced with tentacles sharp as knives Shadows cast, the tattered servant then looked at his callous hands... ...crystalized and then death kissed his mind depressed as the enamel of the scrolls melted... a list of lies she massaged the translucent globe and whispered my... soul is nothin but a slave to the crystal eye “you leased your soul and your mind before we plucked you from the vine..... and with his hand so crystalized he jammed in the direction of the eye that was never there even before the reply ...off his forehead sweat beaded into lemur skulls ...their echo swiftly muted and gathered in the ships hull... but his crystal appendage swung again at masked dreams and then fused to the gears of the machine... trembling he... ...felt the micro-erruptions of his synapses bleed baptized in a liquid lithium aerial stream the hedonistic screams... of disected grapes sing... through their wounds songs from a venerial seam climaxing with lips that cling to their womb... ...the mausoleum exposed its flesh once the clouds had exhaled their final breath the mermaid scales quickly shed miming what the scrolls had said... upholding the order cursed cycles of birth from the open pit of the infected tomb..... mother ophelia croons and guards her tune... with swords of fathers then straddles a canyon of feathers and moons.... the wind carries falcons fumes aliens and angels spar for seats in the theater’s room birds esecape in each breath... the sun blows light in a ballon a world cracks open in a dragon’s mest
FUCK CORPORATE RETAIL PsyCHOLOGY TESTS
But what if you answered YEs to all their ridiculous, dehumanizing questions...
You’re Hired!
smile from the soil Brown decay leafed plant matter Harvest from the old moon Earth Cracks splits and peals Aside As a green nub pokes through It’s soft baby spear tipped dew Corona beam inspiring the light
Soft watch At the Moment of Decision By Jay Blaine & Lajazmin Morning
onomatopoeia as....(splash/crack) weathered souls communicate...
FIRE ~ On CARDBOARD BONES after lighnting (execution) splatter.....(heaven) or hell/screamS) awake in your destined hue(pick a crayon sweetie) Dark ness
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crush me(insert sound here) noire night(space///////<echoes of the sky mines yawns in white(paused) orchestra strings..... orchestra s ings
"press play" (live)
VENICE BEACH SUNGLASS SWAG That rad stand merchant With his wall of shades a pair in the mirror catches the perfect fit, the perfect lay How they all missed the ‘one’ I don’t know I slap down 8 bones Now it’s time to roll And if I break these shades I’ll be back again For aviator, checkers Neon or thick rimmed You can’t touch my cool You can’t steal my swag You can drop a hundred bones But it won’t pay you back If you cop my style I’ll be on the next rack Electric swag With the funk of Zapp I see you with Ray Bans, Spys, and Gucci fits But that don’t mean shit I’ll still take your chick!
L O N G B E A C H
ong time since I seen a no-litter sign biously this trash is staring us in the face o tirar basura!!! Signs in more languages ive me a break! Throw your shit away!
eautiful, only if we make it so veryone is responsible for what they bring nimals will thank you the most reate a place the world will want to come see ave pride.
The Star is Dead in the sledge hammer silence the empty driftscape of spaceless space the cold hunk of iron mush is cooling off the last carbon vapors rising in a thin, barely audible sssssss...... .....nothing. casted shadows en-rapture this ball of crusted gun metal, the bandages of the mummy's curse the vacant ache of the hydrogen riddle(d) facing its forgotten corner bathed in the distant dry light of stars millions of late years... away... all too late a system? what system? just debris... stray rocks... without report waiting for the next black hole adrift
the star is dead
Pushing up buildings, destoyer ships and planets until the twinkle in my frontal lobes fades to black I die another death. Walk outside and the air feels FRESH
(O) A field of poppy's by her house The Moon would spotlight as Wind moved without soud With the open glow To spread the night & Warm the field Shimmering All was only hers
parachutes fall out in a flurry but no one is there popcorn bursts out a star but there is no screen
salutations from the other side can still be heard paint those voices on to this lonely canvass
To Be Struck by Lightning Last night thunder slam rocked the neighborhood as a rope was pulled bucketing down the whore jetstream through the tin roof. Spasms of light flashed through the blinds and I felt my time was at hand. At that moment, as is always the case with me and thunderstorms, strange sensations began to roll through my body: My teeth began to ache, all the hair on my body stood on end, and a tingling gave me the feeling of becoming a divine antenna. I felt as if I had just been reminded of an appointment. Thoughts began striking my brain from different angles. What if I was struck by lightning? I peered out the blinds as shocks of light turned a mundane neighborhood into a brilliant amphitheater. Should I go out there? I've done it before. But this night, it could be the night. Imagine the power I would feel as mad volts rocked my frame. Imagine the power I would get! The stories I could tell! But the pain, it would be immense, as more watts than a city block scorched me to the core. Still, I was going to test the odds of fate. So I switched on the light and began to put on my shoes. I got up and made my way for the door but stopped in my tracks before the brass door knob as static nova swirled on it sheen. The great innovators of the world flashed through my head. Other than Benjamin Franklin, not one of them had been struck by lightning. Why do I feel so different? Do I even need the power? I'm already brimming with power waiting to be told as it is. Was I selfishly trying to use this as a catalyst to propel me to greater heights? Yes I was. All that charge I felt in me at that moment I had felt before... in music. Ther energy outside was always within me. I would storm the globe regardles. At that moment the storm stopped. I turned out the light, removed my shoes and laid back down amongst the sheets. Cool air from the open window passed over my body. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and...
I am the Cobra, the KING Cobra In plain sight for centuries For you, over a month In grass, low grass, no grass As if unmoved by the buffalo, the lizard, the lion the rhino, and the crocodile. I see you. But why haven't I struck? A riddle upon the hill of a thousand years, locked inside these blue diamond spheres. In the silent waterfall of sound, SNAP, all 5 ! at once. I AM the Falcon, 100 miles of talons that shocked the mane of lion's hair and snatched the snake from thin air. I am the Falcon, with every furious beat of my wings, I Lift the Cobra to the heavens. I am the King Cobra that whips back at the Falcon's neck with venom sweat and nearly stabs the Sun shielded by a strike! of silver lining, a Shaman's marriage by clouds lightning I am the rain upon the smoke of dry bones She is the flower that welcomes me home I AM The Rain.
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