Nick Rosner

Lives in Monroe, Michigan / contact: [email protected] / Venmo: @njr610 / Cashapp: $njr610

the sun doesn’t have all the answers

 Poems
Nov 202011
 

and the core exploded with an intense sound that echoed
throughout the entire sphere
and no one ever knew why
just why
the explosion took place
as they ran and skittered across the surface
and lost themselves in the fires

but there was no real reason
it just had to happen
that was the will of it all
for this to hurt and pain forgiven and suffering forgotten nevermore

so they lapsed into a non-reason mentality and lost themselves in the shovel
and the pail and the oceans were no help for the fire burned high
walking down the river bank was safe
until the water boiled their skin off
what then shall be done as the precursor spoke to the ones who were labeled insane
such a little desire to be free
shackled to a wall of flame
but so what
what of it
and where was the end at
where was the rain at now

the clouds left the place and the sun was choked by the smoke
oh no
they all wandered in the almost darkness
not quite because the fire illuminated
it was a full fledged apparition of truths that they did not want to believe
so they ignored it and got lost in the flame

passing through into an ingenious apparition of an apparatus
they got lost once more in the truth
oh so far from them was it all
lost in the silky waves of flame

so what was left for them to do
but to pass on through
and never learn anything
and repeat it again and again
over and over they went though
and over and over they learned nothing
so their skin was charred
so what?
they didn’t care

and soon nothing but a pile of charred bones remained
and they never knew why
they never questioned enough
so now they were just lost
and never could find the correct path
and the super digestible madness of spring accustomed to the falling rains left them wanting
so they cried
but no tears came
not a single tear

and the little black charred remains were built up into a house for the soothsayers to revel in madness
so they build it up over the smoke
up to the sun
only to have it tumble down on them
as they looked up
up further into the sky
for a reason why
forsaken as they were
why they were left
here on this world
but all that came was a quake
they all fell
it toppled down
crushed in the remains
breath taken away
for those who were left
all they could do was cry
but no tears came
not a single tear

waterfall

 Poems
Nov 182011
 

simplicity broken into fragments of time scattered throughout the halls
memories shattered on broken earth
a corpse lays where I once…

dementia never felt so good, or so maybe I lie
within the abstract colonies of my thoughts
I discredit the deeds done by the forlorn and the misdirected
                                                                                                me

so far from advantage and so close to an answer
yet still grasping at the thin layer of air as it passes over the surface
sure to knock down a pillar or two

as I find a point of memory and crucifixion of space
knowing the whole time it is but an angle of glass
passing before my face
falling in shards
to the hard surface
below

sea of life

 Poems
Nov 152011
 

sometimes you have to look for a spot of happiness on a bottle of poison
eating away at the memories
cluttering the mind full of soot
ratcheting the false hopes of tomorrow onto the ideals of today
looking for the answer in a pack of cigarettes
washing the forest with flames of the past
taking away the future

sometimes you have to look for a spot of hope on the back of a dumpster
and sometimes you have to wander to know
what anything really is
the day slips left behinds and crushed
dreams empty and forgotten
sleepiness overcomes
and the sun shoots rays into your eyes

sometimes you have to look for a spot of despair in a rainbow
all the colors melt together into an infinite mess of shadow
circles taking the place of squares in the middle of the dusk
and how do we know anything at all
washing yourself clean of thoughts of yesterday
wiping your face off with rust
howling at nothing but meaning every note

sometimes you have to look for things where they do not belong
and then sometimes you find the things that do
and when the wind is blowing in your direction
the sweeping motions of the tide will carry you out
back to the sea of life where we were all given birth
and someday we will all see
the things that were meant to be seen
all along

meshed intricacy

 Poems
Nov 152011
 

eleven times down
there is a circle
amongst the trumpet
a shadow in the foyer
and whisper in the dark
and a lost little puppy
just wants to go home

following the scent of survival
digging through trash
etchings of long forgotten tombs
linger on the walls
melted wax designs
remnants of a beginning
never realized

cast iron pots lined up in a row
bubbling water overflow
steam entrails scream in the night
pitched ears reflect a lost thought
screaming adamants echo in the hollow
little drops eschew gravity
floating amidst brimstone dreams
a crack appears slowly
growing larger
a space amplified

wandering through tunnels
a maze mucked in mist
a shallow little bark
a whimper in the distance
monsters cower in the corner
of an illuminated tower
filtered by rust
reflecting through a glass bulbous
a spark
an ignition
a revelation

a rain drop tears hard

 Poems
Nov 132011
 

the water rises
up and over the shore
a singular initiative
a song of an open door
purifying all
cleansing the earth
as it swallows it whole

spout
cling to this sinking dirt
shades of coal
shades of mirth
down deep
deeper still
rising
filling

slipped dirt finger
a grasp
a letting go
a falling into
last inhaled air

breath takes a little less
staring into the deep
convulsing apparatus
in a moment we will all sleep

the water rises still
cling to the soft earth
a shade
a cleansing envelop
look into the deep
in a moment we will all sleep
in a moment…

it poured from my eyes

 Poems
Nov 112011
 

losing control of all reflexes
watching the stars pass by
sitting on the edge of perception
slowly contemplating all
that was seen
that was done

time passes by
flowing out with the tides
the moons shadow looms overhead
dreadful in its melancholy
lightless reflection

as the sea calms
the winds stop blowing
a rotational stop for an instant
a moment of clarity
a feeling of
hopelessness

passing by a million buildings of steel
dripping from the outer hinges of the earth
a side mirror view of reality
motions you aside to speak
do not tell anyone
but what you see
is not what you really see
what you see
is just what you want to see

good bad
light dark
evil

perceptive glances of the suns reflection
on the base of your skull
copying the theater
relative

motionless villains of a forgotten memory
prod you into taking a fall
down you plunge into the deep
forever falling
into
that dark memory

trapped between dusk
you might catch a glimpse
of all the things that are true
all the things you made up
all the things you were conditioned to believe
may just fall into parts

dissecting them
may unravel
this inscrutable secret

Skyline Hypothesis

 Blog
Nov 102011
 

Around the time the sky fell I remember clearly walking down the street and catching my eye was a dark alley and in this alley was a garbage can. This reminds me of the time I was doing jumping jacks in the middle of the freeway. Slipping off a cloud and stumbling down a mountain slowly falling to the bottom and breaking every bone on the way down. The sky is surly falling into the sea piece by piece while we record it and upload it to the internet in real time so everyone can witness this event. Text me your email phone number facebook twitter address so I might add you to my list of thousands that I pay no attention to. The sky is falling and we just sit and watch with smiles in our hearts and anger in our eyes, fire and brimstone rose petals and rainbows. Time to step it up and then fade into the background while the sinister rebellion occurs right before the eyes of the innocent. This is not the sporting event they paid for, this is not the television show they set the DVR to record, this is not the file they illegally downloaded.

The sky has fallen and cheap labor was hired to clean up the pieces. The new sky is much better though, instead of blue it shines in a brilliant green with a touch of yellow and red here and there. Let me blog about this increased hit counter for inflated ego worms that hunger for more. Please remember to fasten your braces and check the helium tanks, this is going to be a smooth ride. Down the middle of a splintered tree a road forks into the sun, which is now purple by the way, and onward to the new blue moon. I am talking about the color not moon phases, the moon is now blue. Go outside and check, you’ll see.

Step into the night now where the sky is white and the stars black, this really makes no since because the stars should be purple but no one wants to question the facts. The grass is still green but not on this side, mister. You get off my lawn I have erected a temple to the new purple sun and blue moon Gods I call Pursu and Blumo all hail as I sacrifice chickens but not live ones I went to the fast food joint down the road so I guess it’s more of an offering than a sacrifice but that is a tale for another day as this one was suppose to be about an alien mother ship visiting Earth and stealing all of our bees. For the honey, aliens love honey.

peaceful sonnet

 Poems
Nov 092011
 

pluck into the sound stream
a forest taken to wit
a glue jelled on the end of the enormous

procrastinate
forget what you have learned
but remember who you are
once and twice into the reveries
pocketed jewel castrated
for long and protracted

ice chill man infrastructure
pass the hull of a giant
and the lull of a midget
into the void of earth
never to know what

peaceful apparitions
over and over
two decades
in a storm of filth
part taken and part lost
given into
washed out

peaceful eruptions
ash in the night sky
no what
where
how is this what
but they all stare
passing through
with eyes closed

praying open
and gazing into it all
forgiving
parts taken and frothed
require you to say
stay

oh the point
oh the forgotten
oh the less
and the more
and the the the

oh peaceful drowning
wash this all away
let it pass on through
into the the
the

crossfire interludes
passing on and on
into
through
out
inside
deep
disturb
passing on and on
into
inside
deep
never out
disturb

oh
peaceful explosions
on the side of a cadaver
what would you think if
you knew what it was
what would you think if
you heard the pluck
into the sound stream

an angle of an angel

 Poems
Nov 082011
 

blindly walking
to the end known
the only purpose really
is to get lost on the way
too little and
but too little
a stray doesn’t always have to be

hounding the thought that I once knew
as I single out the one
misfit calamity

sprayed in the face

bouncing to the what
oh no how does that work
you ask in a simple phrase of innocence
but when you spell all the words wrong
how am I suppose to understand

south further down to north
as the summit of our lives
cold sweat drips down
circles and the lovely face we once longed for
washed away in a sea

moments of recklessness
spent at the downs
waving away the past
into the desert scenes
barren and full of dust

not so barren when full of dust
I guess
but who am I to question

water trickles down
a mountain so small
steps leading away
to the past of your skull
matter leaves and so does sight
grass grown plowed in the dinosaur heart

calmly lasting
and running through
all the pictures you have collected
night sky angles
reflect off your eyes
into a perception of guilt

nauseated dreams clouded
ring smoke
walking down a murky street
with nothing but a thought
so close to the answer
but sill
not sure of the question

if only you could catch me

 Poems
Nov 072011
 

passing through a dimensional wharf into the skyline above
possibilities overlapped into the moon phase
mental awareness forgotten long ago by the peace keeping imbeciles

but then again what what
huh

haha yeah

you know
the forgotten ones always know
but me
not me
as I pass through and remember
what it was that I was
and were
as it were
where?
here
no?
never in hell

stepping on the necks of all that are across to the moment
and a picture of Dorian gray hangs upon the wall mocking forever
no imminent disaster could calamity this
and no passing forecaster could brain wipe the masses of the truth
that no one knew
or cared
for the possibilities were endless at the time
and no one cared anyways
because we have our things
and we use them well
to distract from the truth and the ALL

hahaha

such foolishness
to think
yeah
TO THINK
why think?
fuck that

you know

hahah I knew

I FUCKING KNEW IT
and you passed it along without a thought into the back of your mind
you let it slip to the back of your consciousness and forgot it among the trivial things
weight food heart beat
haha! I laugh

THAT IS RIGHT
I laugh at you and all of the other yous you try to hide beneath
all of the others deep within
but you are all the same
the same idiotic masses that play dominoes to waste time
then something happens

BANG

and you wonder why

hahaha

I KNOW WHY

but you feel around and fall to the
ground
and grasp and grope
but towards nothing at all
you feel around
hahahaha and you fall
YOU FUCKING FALL TO THE GROUND LIKE CLUMPS OF CLAY
and I laugh some more

then I fall with you
just for the hell of it
and giggle at the stupidity at which I feel
and the straightjacket mentality of the world follows through
and hahahahahahahahahaha

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