bury it on down deep.
an ankle biter
a wandering island,
bitterness of tongue
well, what is this seed.
a fractal cistern
turning to every face
complex simpleness
front door potion
front door open
pass this way
pass this way.
and to close down here early
I'm a mess
just look away
a purse gets filled in
prattling like a snake
to a mountain
"please won't you
come down again?"
Miss missed and I'm in Luck
for a feather
to be free
a current of change
must strike a vein
countless courageous
masked in earnest
shalom they say
om namaste
the nameless prince of purchase
heard us
alarms
traded in tokens.
here is one distance
and another here
where do you want to go?
I have a need to be
anywhere
how do I sing my peace in among the other pair. poor name.
context of a witness
Vishnu to the page
is a complex need to get through
alm in arm
ready to wait
dictated
by
dichotomy
Ptolemaic
problems
Sunday, August 7, 2011
A Monday Morning
Always a fresh sport
Inventive retort.
Forever green fields
Fold over today
The front page is advancing
Don't get lost along the way.
A Monday, a morning ray lifting fog
Gilded a camp
Along to my interest, intellect to find.
Crafted so suddenly
Water to wine.
Following following
Fostered frontier
Tell me the pillow doesn't speak to you
A rapid stanza
Full moon attraction
Musing interference
Discord in clearance
Following: a flag to entertain a goal
Enhance
Twin rhythms
Time given and taken away
Everything is in revision
Scrying away again but to be plain is an arrangement of the past
In between
The annulment and the
Ravage of existence,
Pristine.
Inventive retort.
Forever green fields
Fold over today
The front page is advancing
Don't get lost along the way.
A Monday, a morning ray lifting fog
Gilded a camp
Along to my interest, intellect to find.
Crafted so suddenly
Water to wine.
Following following
Fostered frontier
Tell me the pillow doesn't speak to you
A rapid stanza
Full moon attraction
Musing interference
Discord in clearance
Following: a flag to entertain a goal
Enhance
Twin rhythms
Time given and taken away
Everything is in revision
Scrying away again but to be plain is an arrangement of the past
In between
The annulment and the
Ravage of existence,
Pristine.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Roses: A Commemeration
Courtesy, the smile of knowing. Eyes like diamonds, a small frame to peer, into or out of. Air and Fire. Simple laughter pulls out your hair. A difference. Instinct and reason. She spoke in a hushed voice, quiet but clear, and as hard as the bricks in the pavement. There is no doubt in that sound, it shines like steel, glistening; the raw account of truth. And what is being said is never of importance, names and places start to fade, only what interests me is that sound. If I say everything in one quick sentence, laying the frame of Justice, in bound like a fresh production; letting off some steam. She says hush child, lets begin to see: everyone in everything, your love is here don't lose your dream. Avail.
Summertime Delay
And what's after
Some small forgotten sentiment
A bullet carries
Across the space.
Very hairy, ponds of adversaries
And a swarm of singling out.
Starboard
And most warm,
Mostly shoes have been worn thin.
I have nothing to say, but see-
This is a long long fall to keep you steady
To be mad will be O.K.,
A rude awakening again,
The road to wake and fame (funerals name).
Elegant stage,
Honored babe,
And those eyes keep stabbing me brightly
Apt to pick away.
Hell's divisions put into play:
A memory of visions,
Summertime delay.
Past a wish and a witness,
Post-remiss and well away.
Sauntered, slanted sideways guy
Hanging out on the stoop.
Fallen target, traded it's O.K.
Shaken it's O.K.
These hands I have,
These feet to lease,
A hold on what I have thought before.
Single, simple, sectioning,
Part and parcel to the page.
A breath so early
Nearly in and out in vain.
Fairly swift in symmetry
Remember why you came,
Don't fall back in vain.
A careworn smile stays
Worthwhile
and
Thrifty,
Worth all this pain.
Arched and bolted,
Nobody is going anyway,
Or where.
What all this is burgeoning for:
A beginners glance,
A bargain to last.
Eventful with the purchase of a penny,
What for?
What say?
I gave birth to mischief,
Black hearts
And fallen names.
I gave worth to riches
Freedom gave
And took away.
One foot is at six feet deep
The other walks in even frames,
One, two
One, two
Pick a noose soiree.
Some small forgotten sentiment
A bullet carries
Across the space.
Very hairy, ponds of adversaries
And a swarm of singling out.
Starboard
And most warm,
Mostly shoes have been worn thin.
I have nothing to say, but see-
This is a long long fall to keep you steady
To be mad will be O.K.,
A rude awakening again,
The road to wake and fame (funerals name).
Elegant stage,
Honored babe,
And those eyes keep stabbing me brightly
Apt to pick away.
Hell's divisions put into play:
A memory of visions,
Summertime delay.
Past a wish and a witness,
Post-remiss and well away.
Sauntered, slanted sideways guy
Hanging out on the stoop.
Fallen target, traded it's O.K.
Shaken it's O.K.
These hands I have,
These feet to lease,
A hold on what I have thought before.
Single, simple, sectioning,
Part and parcel to the page.
A breath so early
Nearly in and out in vain.
Fairly swift in symmetry
Remember why you came,
Don't fall back in vain.
A careworn smile stays
Worthwhile
and
Thrifty,
Worth all this pain.
Arched and bolted,
Nobody is going anyway,
Or where.
What all this is burgeoning for:
A beginners glance,
A bargain to last.
Eventful with the purchase of a penny,
What for?
What say?
I gave birth to mischief,
Black hearts
And fallen names.
I gave worth to riches
Freedom gave
And took away.
One foot is at six feet deep
The other walks in even frames,
One, two
One, two
Pick a noose soiree.
Havannah
Havannah knows,
Lays her head
On a bed of gold.
Dreams, her home
Among the last few bones.
Bold, and with attention to send
A head in the wind
Into a starstruck symphony
Symmetry of pain
Cemetery of names,
Pen and pencil
Paper and pistols
Apostle to change.
Lays her head
On a bed of gold.
Dreams, her home
Among the last few bones.
Bold, and with attention to send
A head in the wind
Into a starstruck symphony
Symmetry of pain
Cemetery of names,
Pen and pencil
Paper and pistols
Apostle to change.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Spit and Polish
A time for you.
Pulse,
The gun fires again.
Not to bowl you over
But this one is permanent
Persistent
And always patient.
A monster for progress.
Hold on for your dollars
Those britches are flying in the wind
All spiders floating on the breeze
In dismay.
An aura of pretense, well away.
Maybe the cupboards are closing
Shelves stocked with feuding
A popular structure
Well away.
No harbor,
Apropos to name.
A motion to elect
Sonnet made
Frame of mind
Polished wane
A moon's delight
No more mimicry or tinkering in the bitter leaves of vanity.
A motion of delivery
Style of dictation
Spit and polish.
Pulse,
The gun fires again.
Not to bowl you over
But this one is permanent
Persistent
And always patient.
A monster for progress.
Hold on for your dollars
Those britches are flying in the wind
All spiders floating on the breeze
In dismay.
An aura of pretense, well away.
Maybe the cupboards are closing
Shelves stocked with feuding
A popular structure
Well away.
No harbor,
Apropos to name.
A motion to elect
Sonnet made
Frame of mind
Polished wane
A moon's delight
No more mimicry or tinkering in the bitter leaves of vanity.
A motion of delivery
Style of dictation
Spit and polish.
The Shape of a Dreamer
A mentioning.
In a way there won't be much else to say. Hello.
The way that song sticks
Or the way that night sits
Apprentice to patience.
In a sense a hold on fence.
A hold on fence, a forget-me now towel
Somewhere the machine has hit a slope.
Grinding wheels up exhausted manifolds
The shape of a dreamer.
One might say I have been grinding gears.
One year.
It's a small sense, fallow in time.
A hollow etiquette critiqued
A silent sapling emerges, a dime
Diviner in celebration
A yearning. young yearling. Trust what it may be I'm
Seeing songs to settle the
Dust, enough.
In a way there won't be much else to say. Hello.
The way that song sticks
Or the way that night sits
Apprentice to patience.
In a sense a hold on fence.
A hold on fence, a forget-me now towel
Somewhere the machine has hit a slope.
Grinding wheels up exhausted manifolds
The shape of a dreamer.
One might say I have been grinding gears.
One year.
It's a small sense, fallow in time.
A hollow etiquette critiqued
A silent sapling emerges, a dime
Diviner in celebration
A yearning. young yearling. Trust what it may be I'm
Seeing songs to settle the
Dust, enough.
Bubblegum Curtains in a Fog
a push for a pundit.
advanced tactics.
practically awarded.
A forehead heavy with refrain
A partial question.
A fallen leaf paradise
Somehow a feeling enabled
A list made distance
Sitting at a table
A miss made witness (sentence)
Always past
A glowing bouquet
I know an empty lake, a piece so plain.
All along my name
Runs rivers down the rind, a riddle for exchange
All the day can fall out of time
Expedite a facet
The mountain:
Placid, touted.
A noble trance
Pour: in turn gainful rapport
Prosperous contours
A magnificent offer, placing a bubblegum curtain.
advanced tactics.
practically awarded.
A forehead heavy with refrain
A partial question.
A fallen leaf paradise
Somehow a feeling enabled
A list made distance
Sitting at a table
A miss made witness (sentence)
Always past
A glowing bouquet
I know an empty lake, a piece so plain.
All along my name
Runs rivers down the rind, a riddle for exchange
All the day can fall out of time
Expedite a facet
The mountain:
Placid, touted.
A noble trance
Pour: in turn gainful rapport
Prosperous contours
A magnificent offer, placing a bubblegum curtain.
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