Guerrilla Zen

moonshine existence – the distillation of space and time

Tag: vuzz poetry

slice o’ life drama

slice o’ life drama
(recurring themes)

constant humdrum
clank, bang, and thud

gears grindin’
wheels spinnin’

people cursin’
hollerin’ and laughin’

blank stares
excessive frowns

corporate clowns
ups and downs


tobacco chewin’ and cigarette smokin’
coke and coffee drinkin’
sometimes good food home made

(we mostly leave the weed, whiskey, cocaine, meth, and guns out in the parking lot)

hot acids and alkalines
molten zinc

chemical spills and puddles of oil
air heavily hazy with fine dust in one room
air saturated with oil in the next

cranes poise tons of steel overhead,
tubular formed steel flies by at hundreds of feet per minute

perpetual night
shrouded in an artificial day

monotonous rhythm brain schism
a rich man’s vision

dancin’ with the demon
bitchin’ and screamin’

dream squashin’
brain washin’

soul forfeiture

the only thing
that remains unstained
the hard and shinin’
diamond like perfection
of this timeless moment

false friends

false friends
liars and hypocrites
push their agenda
and evangelize their fears
while presenting them as virtues
that you are obliged to adopt
if you want to fit in

strange looks
strange people
nervous and afraid
they impose themselves
upon my vision
interrupting my stoic stare

when they look again
I curl my lip
and gaze at them
until they turn away

o, the rash of bleeding ink

o, the rash of bleeding ink
on the flesh of spirit
and intermittent eternity
(it scars the soul)

o, the mass of fleeting scenes
in the eye of god
and lightning clings
(they rock the sky)

and solidify
in virgin forests of concrete and steel

o, the masts of teeming oaks
in the soil and sea of fertility
and flashing schemes
(they fill the void)

with the solitude of ecstasy and atonement

o, the songs of assassins
in guitar strings
and bullet wings
(they free the angels)

in from the storm

power chord

power chord
praise the lord
die by the sword
always go
toward the light
always fight
for what’s right
nothin’ trite
on a solo flight
together we might
do it in spite
all through the night
one more bite

hardship and pain
ain’t it insane
like sweet cocaine
or sleep during rain
in the blood i have lain
my life down the drain
the courage i feign
the last king’s reign
the truth i claim
blind beggar lame
looking for fame
inside the flame

moonlit birds
in the night sky
we wander the labyrinth
till we die
smoke the weed
get so high
remember the girl
breathe a sigh
drink the wine
till you fly
watch the watcher
till the sound is nigh
see the enemy
float on by
hear the children
before they cry
i saw the sight
don’t tell that lie

shall i wake thee?

shall i wake thee?
from thy sweet slumber
and disturb the halo of fairies
ringin’ ’round yo head

shall i wake thee?
to bestow upon you
the keys to the Kingdom

shall i wake thee?
and risk arousing
the monster within

shall i wake thee?
and reveal your mortal sin

shall i wake thee
at the edge of the precipice
and allow vertigo to seduce you
into hell’s chasm

you who are already there
screaming in your jealous rage
imprisoned forever
in your crumbling cage
of fear and doubt
and your tradition of belief

you in your melting mansion of misery
stuck in the safe shadow of security
slowly sinking into the sands of the future
facing backwards
passing the present moment by
as if it were already lost
or had never been
as if it had never known
your sad smile
as if it had never known
your cry of delight
at the bird in flight

shall i wake thee?

as if it had never known
the cost in human life
your carefully crafted greed
would exact
from a heart wrenching world
boldly bleeding in your frown
while you stand around
coldly calculating
incrementally and exponentially
the debt owed you
beyond an infinite sum
down payable
with six sacrifices
on the alter of yourself

sleep on sweet sister

a culture of violent desires

a culture of violent desires
runaway train of devilish fires
pursuing patiently
the pain of a paradise
just beyond reach

a cloud of volatile sulfur compounds
explodes from within
spreading outward
driving away
the angels of beauty and freedom

gone are the gifts
bound for the love of a life
seen through the clear crystal ball
of an abandoned gypsy
down the hall

no more time to waste – i gone
bookin’ up outta here
to be buried alive
in a pit of economic excrement
deliriously delivered
to a frontline trench
of the revolutionary war
between “mine” and “yours”
the ariel bombardment
makes mute
the pointless lives of cannon fodder
bought on a consumer buying binge
of heavenly images
of the pain
of a paradise
just beyond reach

to the lowest bidder
by previous agreement
behind closed doors
of perception

by corporate whores
and big business boors

so … i been walkin’ lonely

so … i been walkin’ lonely
down a deserted road
with a ragtag band of lost souls
ambushed from the left and right
and round the bend
by the hellhounds and highwaymen
of a decaying kingdom
stoppin’ ever so often
to bang my head
‘gainst a brick wall of ignorance
to the point of paralysis
tended to by the spiked glove
of a fearful prison guard
and forced into a hole
neck deep
in rendered slaughterhouse hog waste
under a sunless sky
in a rain of ridicule
that fails to wash away
the stench of a thousand sins
committed daily
in the robotic rout
of a compulsive perverted quest
for a dubious glory

one big bad beautiful boar

one big bad beautiful boar
burrowing in my brain
like a runaway train
drive me insane

a hand to lend
a message to send
my will to bend
ain’t no end
our soul to tend
foe or friend
observe the trend
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my muse
a black siren singing
chained to my soul
spanning the whole
of space and time
lost and longing

divine discontent

divine discontent
the demonic acquiescence
of a psychotic society

a saddle burr –
the stallion bolts
the cowboy crashes
and tastes the dirt

steel and chrome
take me home
brain squirmmin’ like a toad
my righteous red rage
just rolls down the road
a heavy load
if i’d only knowed
like ringin’ a bell
on the highway ta hell
i’m just a empty shell
and no one can tell
me what i see
or what we be
or why not three?
all for free
just let it be
it ain’t me


it was forty years ago today

it was forty years ago today
at the age of somethin’ teen
when i pawned my soul to the devil
while knowin’ the numbers
but not calculatin’ the cost
of a thousand percent interest
compounded hourly

it seems
i’ve had to pay a poet’s price
one wasted life
one human sacrifice
one roll of the dice
good fortune was never my forte

add to that
the stolen days
of sunlight and pain
lands green and mountains golden
both lush and barren
endless ocean and infinite sky

all anchored to a spinnin’ Earth
hurtlin’ through
god’s graceful dimension

my credit shot

creating an accelerating intensity
of mysterious minutes
all mine
by divine right and
manifest destiny
gaining the next hour
through eminent domain