Friday, 30 March 2012

0 The Fool

                                                         0 The Fool
by Stormm

The original Idea, 01, life breath of the wind.

The Spirit of Ether, on a fresh spring morning.

LA is in the Air, old World wisdom reincarnates as Innocence.

A prime mover of the first cause, sails out on a magical voyage in discovery.

Begins a ten step journey through twenty-two houses.

Ox, a plow the ox pulls, to train one's higher self.

Now, closer to the edge of Infinity.

The Crown Fool On The Hill, walks off a cliff, accompanied by his DOG...

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Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Moon Walk

                                                Moon Walk
by Stormm

Out for an evening moon walk, 101 El Mike leaps deep into outer space.

Blasting off, thick teal puffs of ignition fading fast,

leave smoky grey emission rings.

Humming some fresh new tunes.

Their raunchy surging tempos swerve, stagger sky high alternative tides.

Create in-tune-off-key polytonal proportions of abstract mythological spaces.

A celestial choir sustains soaring exotic melodies,

resonate harmonic intervals of impossible new emotions.

Amid sunny green leaves swishing against slick broad shoulders,

snaps the raw rhythmic rustle of natural threads clapping.

Thick nappy wind blown dreads whip loud swinging strides,

mid-afternoon tropical rain forests come alive teeming with action.

His pure living testament to individual naked will power.

From afar off, rumblings, lost in the distance...

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Saturday, 3 March 2012


by Stormm

Somewhere in a top secret military facility, lies my original physical shell.

Silent. Vacant. Still.

It's being kept under wraps, long forgotten via some discreet off-the-record,

semi-official type accident...

Most likely deep underground, or worse, diligent occult guards ever

vigilant hide it in The Void, a vastly empty endless space.

Besides the where, beyond the why I do not know? But I'm well aware

it's being constantly bombarded with jolts of electricity.

This makes possession excruciatingly painful, the habitat unbearable for

any real time duration.

Certainly not long enough to move, or even attempt an escape.

So far, I've been unable to endure such intense agony...

The original agreement was it would be returned upon completion of

services. Once a certain mysteriously wealthy client's most feared and

powerful rivals all coincidentally died, quietly in their sleep.

Apparently from similar, yet obviously unconnected, heart failures...

The one thing previously only thought of as a useless hinderance,

is now all I ever dream of.


But how to navigate the energy fields surrounding it?

And once back in the flesh, there is still another issue.

Getting out of there alive...

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by Stormm

Underwater we're moving through black and blue, dispersing sea creatures great

and small. Occasionally near edges of our vehicle's light beam, I'll notice brief

flashes of the strange aqua-beings. Many more are making their presence felt

for much longer now, before scurrying off into darkness. And I try not to

remind myself, we're invading their home...

We observe the bubble shaped Bloouph with vague curiosity, but most grave

concern, as the invaders move further through our home. Those same odd

markings, definitely the handiwork of some young brash surface-dwellers.

Repeatedly we've made attempts to communicate with the ignorant primitives,

as ever they remain intent on murdering, maiming and capturing our emissaries.

The few kin having managed to escape and return home, unfortunately bear

no false witness in their disturbing accounts of suicidal customs, defense

mechanisms, and a general lack of respect for other lifeforms...
An awkward globe with invasive obsolete technology recklessly disturbs my

realm, violates my once pure home.

Poisoning an otherwise peaceful, intergalactic coexistence.

Within are those odd mutations, senseless polluters and terrorists, the minority.

Clueless how truly powerless air breathers are against liquid dwellers.

Naive of their lowly place in the overall scheme of things...

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