The Elusive

Down the alleys

Around the bends

In the corners

Lights absent

But today

Tonight

The beats

…still there…

Something In the skyline

Drawing the sight away

Indescribable yet so present

Maybe one day I can take you there

To bullshit and dance all night

Laughing away the dark

Just to find ourselves again

Drawn to that skyline

In-Unique and yet so fresh and new

Never to be captured

So try to catch it once again

There again, we hope we’ve got it

But who knows as we’ll

Never have it right in our hands

But it’s never more than two steps away

And to stop trying would be to kill the beat

Beau Barnett – 4/13/25

Waiting in Grief

Beau Barnett 1/12/24

I heard the news believing that it could never be true, but through the years you were always here. Now that time has created space, and all these memories of years past come flooding back, I find myself parralyzed – waiting in grief

waiting for you the give a sign that things were supposed to be this way, that nothing could have been prevented

waiting to hear your voice again whether it be through anger, laughter, a loving sentiment, or even criticism.

waiting for some kind of familiar feeling to comfort and ensure that maybe this was all a horrible dream.

It is not just me, it is everyone you ever knew or graced with your presence

so we are here for you, waiting in our grief, to let time handle some of the jagged and rusty edges of this loss.

We wont stop living, but the river of our hearts wont let the tears stop flowing into the delta into the vast ocean of existence and memory

crowbars and bloodied hands couldn’t pry the joyous memories created over time from our minds, hearts and souls.

The imprint you left was enormous and irreplaceable, we will try, but we will also wait, as the grief may be easier to deal with over time. The loss of your beautiful soul will leave us still waiting, waiting for you to welcome us again with a hug and a smile and an old familiar tune.

How dare you leave us now, but we will let life resume, we can’t stop it anyways, but we will still wait in grief but also in hope and that is the hardest part.

Dedicated to Norma Jane Powell (Barnett) – The absence you left can be felt far and wide, but we will do our best ot carry on and make sure your legacy lives on.

Empathetic Decline

The emotions so visceral, malleable and overflowing

no ones cup can contain all the variations

complications and mounting darkness

Stab to the eye, twist of the knife

Shot through the back, bleeding to die

Leaving the lie, get back to life

Listening from too many

But can you not to hear

those speaking in your ear

Take a fall or take it all

So you wanna destroy the universe?

Take time, build or decline

So you wanna smash it all to bits?

Could you shed a fucking tear

Could you take back the bullets

Could you stand back from a fight

Of flailing tempers of immaturity

Taking on the baggage, leaving alone the masses

A virus, they’ll infect you more in time, if passes

Breaking black mirrors to find

everyone’s hurt and trying

killing dark passengers

Blades and bullets flying

The more you leave them all in the wake

The easier to live with distaste

bitter sour bites of misanthropy

consuming disco pulse of apathy

Could you open your eyes

Could you stop before death

Could you admit that stupid bullshit

is a form of rotten theft

Could you hold your hands back

Shout to the death till theres nothing left

what humans accomplish, Births misanthropia

It’s alright, save the hate

you werent expecting this

Love to the individuals

And Loath to the collective

The collective are the individuals

If you don’t stop and look around

You cut the throat of someone

Who isn’t of your love

But is the same as your love

Take time and space

Or seal your fate

Scenes from a Pyramid Scheme

Compulsive necessity

For irregular consumption

Divine manifestation

Of opulent corruption

Embezzle from justice

Pedaling glitz with a

Hammer

Smashing through hearts

With blatant disregard

Taste of the weak

Cycles of status

Internal rot

Self-destruct timer

Emptied souls

Grasp violently

For relevance

And adoration

Tip of the pyramid

Singular vision

Ruthless ascent

Chaotic demise

Time will see the fall

Of your castle walls

Tectonic shift

Crumble, crumble

The mice will move on

The crumbs will gather

Wealth is fleeting

Gather popcorn for disaster

The backs on which

You built your wealth

Eventually shift to

Destroy what you haven’t built

Electronic Division: or how I learned to discard the noise and remember humanity

Human centrifuge

Electronic division

Protons magnetize

Swirling conscious

Structural elements

Breaking down

Negative Vortex

Carrion humanity

Reaching collective

Hives of despair

Psychological war

The veil is torn

Explosive waves

Colliding particles

Terrorizing reality

Deterioration game

From unfathomable

Universal space

Consciousness collecting

In abstract forms

Sadistic creation

Coalescing the storm

It’s all just froth

Building to explode

Could we perceive and respond

Give room for dignity

Or by some grim chance is

Misanthropia the only country left

I refuse to believe all the flags are real

Disperse the static, focus on the reveal

Individuals are the apex

Groups are the nadir

Yearning for a collective effort

Of individuals living without fear

Fields of the Undesired

Awakening in the dirt

Slow rise to consciousness

Dried earth devoid of nutrients

Roots grasping for a hold

Grey Clouds drifting over

A dying sun and

washed out atmosphere

Vast tracts of decay

A planet so populated

And diverse, yet helpless

To surrounding desolation

Scarce resources, struggle

For each breathe of air

Every piece of creation touched

By a hand tainted by greed

Trees lay in rot, infested

And festering

Bare of fruit or blossoming

In decay

These fields they breed

Cast aside, unwanted

As long as there’s breath

Fields will reap and sow

We are all in the fields

The fields are us all

When the grasp is slipping

Gain strength like the storm

A longing inside for a

Familiar sense of warmth

Time to regain power

Fields of the undesired