The Crown Above Triptych

The Crown Above

A triptych of Mayan poems by Sam Flot

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(The Crown Above)

Jade Circling Neck

Old Mayan footpaths

Traipsing and running through the jungle

Offering symbiotic gestures of

Decay and Survival

Thrusting proudly and sincerely

Into humbled spaces and places

Where

They built plazas and pyramids

Where they built buildings

Lasting for centuries

Fighting off disease and Europeans

Arriving like infestations of invaders

For centuries and centuries and centuries

Over under down above

Through different kinds of jungle vines and

Enormous leaves that stay

For years and years and years

Over under down and above

Walking down the path

Which leads to the center

Climbing to the top of the pyramid

Jade circling neck

Shaman speaks to spirits

To see Four points --  From which to go

To feel Four winds --  That always blow

To observe Four seasons --  Passing slow

To say Four prayers --  In cosmic glow

Singing and chanting

In a circle of candles

Clay pots full of water

Surround the shaman’s beings

Inner and Outer

Inner and Outer

Connecting to the moon

Jade circling neck

Shaman speaks to spirits

While their mystical auras are

Outside and well off the axis

Off any logical idea of a grid

The ethereal is real

If not surreal

8.10.oh9                                fLot

(The Crown Above) 
The Skulltop Releasing

Volcanic rock is no accident

Art carves itself out from the inside

Initializing the distinct instinct inherently

Singling out the distinguishing dancers

To be catapulted into history’s corrupt pages 

To be depicted on a ceramic vessel

Twirling in circles

Arms awry and legs on fire

The music melds rhythms and melodies

A thicket ablaze in a musical maze

The dancers dance in circles

Round and round

Shaking tambourines and rattling gourds

The air is thick and the energy is at a fever pitch

Arriving at the middle where a holy man sits

Arms outstretched

Palms open to heaven

An elegant and elite elder statesman

Wearing long brilliant black braids

On each side of his head and

Jewels of jade circling his neck

He is concentrating intensely

Both eyes

Firmly but gently closed

Chanting the visions his eyelids release

Up to the brain born to this vision

Flying for the first time

Through air and over land and water

Seeing these pyramids

Emanating upside down energy

As the music climbs the middle stairs

Climbing the steep slope straight up

To the upside down top

Balancing a piece of pie on the precipice

An idea sent forth to be

Inspiration

Sent blasting out like volcanic ash from a volcano

An era born form the form of

The crown above the skull top

Carving itself out

From the inside

  

7.9.2012                            sam flot

(The Crown Above)

The Fulcrum of Transcendence

Doomed Mayan creatures

Emanating up out above and

Down out of

Skull-top open to

Releasing birds

From Hairy Nest of Birthing

Eras or ideas

Surrounded around

The Last Uncrowned

Emperor’s Throne

Never challenged

To hold preservation at bay

To build a tribute to Sisyphus

Upside-down pyramids of energy

Stylistically building

Architectural rivalry

Intellectual revelry

Calibrated happily 

Like a plate covers

A stove-pipe-hole-in-the-wall

Or

A hallway that disappears

Into a closet

Blocked or allowing

Only limited infiltration

Arms outstretched

Eyes closed

Out of concentration

Inside no reluctance

To out pour it all out of

The crown above

The third-eye fulcrum of transcendence

s. flot                            7.13.oh-ate

One R.P.S. (Revolution-Per-Second)

One R.P.S

(Revolution-Per-Second)

Single lane brain changer

Sanctified with courage

Able with skill

Talking loudly and passionately

Declaring the genesis of the beginning

Of the changes in 

Everything molecular and sentient

The changes in 

Everything under a molecular and sentient sun

The provider burning to completion

Like the oft-maligned theory of final destination

Is it really too late 

For destruction and restoration?

Instinct will follow it’s own course of action

Down the page

Ignoring the faction of progressives with traction

Arguing for tradition versus new opinions

Apparitions associating with sedition

This time around the spherical sun

Is constructed abstractly

To help you distract me

From this idea I have

That keeps coming back around

And around and around

One revolution-per-second

Perceived and understood without sound

Happening each second if you know

When it’s coming back around

flot

11.5.2012

Flutes and Fifes

Flutes and Fifes

Straight down an uphill ride

Still coming up from under and

Re-surfacing the entire situational waterfall

Fumbling more than crumbling

As the purity of the indicators 
Backs up the sensitivity

While putting a number on the implications

Derived and co-derived

Under orders sent suddenly

Like a synapse snaps or flaps its wings

Decisively heading for home or changing course

In order to stream across on another horse

Seeking another side

The opposite bank or the other creek

Is what jealousy seeks

The greener moss

The shinier gloss of trivial matters

Compositional in nature and

Traditional in posturing for position

To underline the need to stay the course

To hold the centre of this creative venture

With all the trouble and strife

All the flutes and all the fifes

All the drumbeats

Beating out this heartbeat life

12.3.2012

flot

The Law of Gravitational Insistence

The Law of Gravitational Insistence

by Sam Flot 2012

Sinking into the surrounding peripherals

Delving deeply into the senses visual and aural

Taking it all in as a scent triggers a memory

Set like alabaster in the mind’s treasure chest

Filling the present with

Some long lost moment and place

In time’s relentless barrage of

Perpetual perception

They call them leaves because

They tend to stay for only so long

Before they bid adieu

To the home branch

For one glorious fleeting flight

Through the whims of

The wind’s spurious insistence or apathy

Sent downward by

The heavily enforced law of gravitational insistence 

Falling directly or floating spinning

Freefalling with no wings big or little

To soften the landing

On another tree below or

The earth’s perpetual dirt

Ready now to decompose

Into the cyclical masterpiece

Happening always beneath the forest floor

Sinking slowly

Sinking into minerals and rocks

Sinking into the surrounding peripherals

Only to stay for so long

Before becoming another tree

Slowly branching out

To grow leaves that tend to stay

For only so long………

10.28.2012

for Jocie

Nothing You Do Not Want

Nothing You Do Not Want

Nothing you do not want to stand still

 Will not spin incandescently descending down the hill

 Forgetting to adjust for wind and rocks in the ground

Remembering to want and need and desire

How can I forget truth and justice

When every day I see the need for both

Every time I turn a corner or drive a straightaway

Every time I inhale fresh or stale

Every time I exhale the breath I borrowed from

Every instance of ignoble existence

Every slight of ignorance and random acts

Despite the lack of everyday perfection

I wallow in heaven amongst the daily suffering of saints

I laugh at the absurd ditties and dance to the low-end bass

I stare into the starlit streams looking for answers

I listen to waves of crickets cricketing

A thousand times a thousand

Questioning and answering

Communicating age old wisdoms

Communing together through sound

Uncomplicated ideas extricated from the air

Never before indicated to be

Never flowing against gravity or levity

I see blankets of butterflies

Knuckleballing through the heavy air

Transcending above the earth and through the forest

Sending a message sent to me

I am meant to remember

Nothing you do not want to stand still

 Will not spin incandescently descending down the hill

 Forgetting to adjust for wind and rocks in the ground

Remembering to want and need and desire

10.7.2012

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Cobb Mountain

Give Me a Sign

Give Me A Sign

(Under the Umbrella

Overflowing With Understanding)

The Counter attacks the speller

In defensive yet aggressive-aggressive fashion

Never wearing the clothes gone by

From last season’s drudgery

Always contradicting the expected expectations

The futurific predictions and predilections

Perpetrated to be outright permanent

Like the marker said to the cardboard

"Give me a sign"

Show me some way to do this

Point me in one direction

Then push me in that general detection

Pre-empting the brief broadcast about

Protracting several hunger fasts and

Breaking rules quickly after

Determining the feel of the situation and

Delicately crushing the answer

Between thumb and pointer

Just as the speller counter

Attacked over the counter

Under the table

Over the hill

Under the wire

Over the moon

Under investigation

Over the top

Under the umbrella

Overflowing with understanding

flot

8.11.2012

The Den of Equity

The Scene and The Herd

The Scene and The Herd

Eyes open to receive

A burst of perception

A branch thought broken off

A vision or a hunch

Ears set to perceive

The sound I thought I heard

Animal, horn or word

Vision indicates discernible details

Well within my scope

Hearing informs the brain

Of the unseen realm

Sounds betray rafts of information

You can’t see the wind

You can’t see the speed of light

But you can hear the wind moving

Through the tall reeds and

  You can hear a sonic boom

If we listen to each other and

Everything else

 We can see the hidden elements

We hear

If we look close enough

We can hear the silent elements

We see

Funneling it all through

The scope of the brain

We receive what we perceive

Senseless or not

Reality is illusory

Segmented understandings

Sifting through the sand

It all goes in one ear

Through one eye and

Out through the mouth

Over the tongue

8.25.2012                          flot 

Reflecting On A Sunbeam

Reflecting On A Sunbeam

by Sam Flot

With resilience glinting

Off the reflection of a sunbeam

I sit breathing calmly

Beneath the canopy of the trees of the forest

Above the layered floor’s florid foundation

The sunbeam moves

As the sun changes it’s aim

Fully concentrating on several bay leaf tree leaves

Keeping the large trees

Out of it’s energetic space

Leaving little kinetic traces

On the path less traveled

On rocky roads

Of gravelly voiced opinions

From the recent veterans of the New Vanguard

Parading and consistently claiming

The significant age has come

For the long expected

Generational tectonic shift

Unearthing itself

To whisper like a saint in the ear

Of all the all too wiling youth of a nation

Re-generating and reincarnating

We are no longer stagnating

Still resilient in the beam of

The earth’s sun and the sky’s rain

flot 

5.16.2012

Birds Make Machines by sam flot

Birds Make Machines

(A Flot Device)

Birds make machines

Descending from skies above earths

Industrialized by trivialized societies

So-called so-calleds

Unearthing the ground underground

Smooth and level

Distinctly in the never-ending plot’s story sign

Symbolizing the accents applied and added

Tastefully graceful

Dips in the valley

Drops on the mountain

Making a fountain of

Inspired outcomes

Perfectly baked cakes

Correctly laying the inlaid pearls of knowledge

Inside the clamshells of sandcastle time

Thrown into not-glass not-jar void or

Alternatingly

Glass jar no void

Not glass not jar void glass jar no void

Each room polarizing the optimal views

Of your standard void/no void conversation

By sam flot                                   5.28.12