Tumbelina was all.in.
all thumbs
Trying to be friends
in a church of One
planted when barely
a young and tender seed
the switch made magic
so the Lady could conceive
”...lay this here…”
so the child can receive
”...and keep this clear…”
into make believe.
silent in the cradle
and peaceful in her sleep
the walnut rocks
to a timeless beat
then out of shadow
and into the mist
an old toad came
stealing Lady’s wish
the tiny maiden fair
was to Spoon, the Dish
butt…
she was saved
by the butterfly
a slightly coy fish
she drifted on a lily
making new a wish
then…
through a field of cush
the May bug flew
crying Tumble!
I’ve seen ya!
It’s true! It’s true!
”... it’s in her new name…”
but discard her he did
when his friends cried “shame!”
she was desperate now
through Winter’s cold claim
taking shelter with Mice
no understanding her way
”...be kind to the neighbor
marry the Mole…” he’d say
and repulsed at the thought
swallowing hard one day
she escaped the dark night
and she ran herself aWay
”... I like your crazy pants…”
hidden in the roses
a fairy Prince enchants
”... you’re just my size…”
he said
and so began
their bit of romance.
He kissed her on the eyes
...Maia…) he whispered
it’s been a sureprize!
”... and all became fair
in their living true lives…”
9.28.2010
8.31.2010
8.18.2010
Do you know...
do you know
what i'm doing
when i'm
writing you?
do you know
what i'm
thinking
about love
and truth?
about spirit
and mysterious
source?
of course
you must know....
what i do
in the candles glow
and what i can show
you too...?
the beauty
of what's true
are the lines
of your body
wrapped
around mine
in what's holy
about soul...
and you
should know
how it feels
when i write you
it delights me
excites me through
my heart racing
facing paces
i've never known
watching you
in your art
in your words
for the truth
of who you are
as i adore you
from afar
and write you...
Do you know,
Love.
8.17.2010
"...it's you..."
While drinking wine I glanced my wall
and saw a face that made me Pause.
Gleaming there upon the paint was a
glowing silhouette in the candles flame
I wondered if he had a Name
Eyes are deep and sway in the light
The face is long and oddly delicate
Softly edges barely there yet leaving
lines that invite my stare…
I wonder if he knows I’m here
Watch and wait I think to myself
moving my eyes behind the glass.
It’s not too late I say at last, leaning
forward and toward the past…
Whispering softly and into the deep
I asked him kindly… Did you leap?
written in Shadow 10.10.2009
and saw a face that made me Pause.
Gleaming there upon the paint was a
glowing silhouette in the candles flame
I wondered if he had a Name
Eyes are deep and sway in the light
The face is long and oddly delicate
Softly edges barely there yet leaving
lines that invite my stare…
I wonder if he knows I’m here
Watch and wait I think to myself
moving my eyes behind the glass.
It’s not too late I say at last, leaning
forward and toward the past…
Whispering softly and into the deep
I asked him kindly… Did you leap?
written in Shadow 10.10.2009
conversation..........
If it were me, I would not know
Lost within the candle glow
I travel far, but merely feel
My sight remains locked in the real
xx
jm
all is real as shadows pass
shadows of we and us be.cause
eyes looking through a looking glass
judge not what we can’t see in pause
this Wizard came a year ago
on a night when I was quite alone
drinking wine like I never do
drowning pains like I never knew
sometimes and at others too
a shadow on the wall
can be as real as a ‘You’.
I have travelled many times
not always knowing
at times, intense
always glowing
I know not yet
where I have been
but know I have
for I guide my dreams
illusion is not as it seems
the other side is there to take
never intrude, just offer free
this golden rule is not to break
through pain & stress
intense emotion
the spiritual drop
becomes an ocean
xx
jm
i’m stumbling about
and new to travel
never knowing
if it’s light or gravel
smiling giggling
and making folly
with spirits here
and of there so jolly!
it’s really not
what they said it was
no knotty beads…
or confessionals
and i’m not quite sure
where i go at night
when i float along
by candle light
but i do know
and will to share
that the real ‘here’
is as real as ‘tHere’.
xx glad to see you my friend.
i squint upon candle wax
she wrote so fine
did she intend for i/us
to peer a little closer
bj
2 peer my dear
and read
a fine write
intended for us
to find
a bright light
is to wind
as a sight
is to mind
when in flight
late …. and
forever so
into the night
and so she wrote…
sometimes fast
and many slow
stroking lines
into candles glow
intentions showing
until a squint appeared…
flowing… slow
down a candle
as tears
then a loving bow
as her eYes drew near
and for once…
she could hear
and she believed
in what was tHere.
In the reeds…
a little closer…
she dared;
If it were me, I would not know
Lost within the candle glow
I travel far, but merely feel
My sight remains locked in the real
xx
jm
all is real as shadows pass
shadows of we and us be.cause
eyes looking through a looking glass
judge not what we can’t see in pause
this Wizard came a year ago
on a night when I was quite alone
drinking wine like I never do
drowning pains like I never knew
sometimes and at others too
a shadow on the wall
can be as real as a ‘You’.
I have travelled many times
not always knowing
at times, intense
always glowing
I know not yet
where I have been
but know I have
for I guide my dreams
illusion is not as it seems
the other side is there to take
never intrude, just offer free
this golden rule is not to break
through pain & stress
intense emotion
the spiritual drop
becomes an ocean
xx
jm
i’m stumbling about
and new to travel
never knowing
if it’s light or gravel
smiling giggling
and making folly
with spirits here
and of there so jolly!
it’s really not
what they said it was
no knotty beads…
or confessionals
and i’m not quite sure
where i go at night
when i float along
by candle light
but i do know
and will to share
that the real ‘here’
is as real as ‘tHere’.
xx glad to see you my friend.
i squint upon candle wax
she wrote so fine
did she intend for i/us
to peer a little closer
bj
2 peer my dear
and read
a fine write
intended for us
to find
a bright light
is to wind
as a sight
is to mind
when in flight
late …. and
forever so
into the night
and so she wrote…
sometimes fast
and many slow
stroking lines
into candles glow
intentions showing
until a squint appeared…
flowing… slow
down a candle
as tears
then a loving bow
as her eYes drew near
and for once…
she could hear
and she believed
in what was tHere.
In the reeds…
a little closer…
she dared;
7.27.2010
the audit
slipping
through corridors
taking audit
of every door
what’s behind them
i wonder
curious mind
in mischief
moving between
the echo.lips.stick
and i think it over
hand on my
Masters glove
i could open
these locks
in the blink
of a Love
i can just sneak in
and in
to the deep of you
and i can
just slip in
and in
to the sleep of you
and from up close
i can touch you
and hear
your mind
when you’re
not watching
because when
i’m the auditor
”...it’s you…”
who’s dreaming
through corridors
taking audit
of every door
what’s behind them
i wonder
curious mind
in mischief
moving between
the echo.lips.stick
and i think it over
hand on my
Masters glove
i could open
these locks
in the blink
of a Love
i can just sneak in
and in
to the deep of you
and i can
just slip in
and in
to the sleep of you
and from up close
i can touch you
and hear
your mind
when you’re
not watching
because when
i’m the auditor
”...it’s you…”
who’s dreaming
7.26.2010
aWay
he stays away
and i’m missin’ him
every day wishing more
that I was kissing him
and he knows my hips
ache to move in rhythm
to his every wish… so
push
touch
nibble as much
as your
mischief
will allow…
and I’ll watch
your every move
and somehow
with the tip
of my pen
i’ll touch you there
and here again
until you begin
to feel
my tongue
in the groove
of a mischief too
because my dear
i want you here
between my lines
in front of my eyes
your glistening skin
giving me rise
to smile
to want
to play
to sin
and to be
.... just to be
away
with you
and i’m missin’ him
every day wishing more
that I was kissing him
and he knows my hips
ache to move in rhythm
to his every wish… so
push
touch
nibble as much
as your
mischief
will allow…
and I’ll watch
your every move
and somehow
with the tip
of my pen
i’ll touch you there
and here again
until you begin
to feel
my tongue
in the groove
of a mischief too
because my dear
i want you here
between my lines
in front of my eyes
your glistening skin
giving me rise
to smile
to want
to play
to sin
and to be
.... just to be
away
with you
Fuzzy
Fuzzy …
was he
a funny bare
or was he
a buzz
on a heady
stare
Fun
either way
i do declare
great buns too
on Rapunzel’s chair
“can i sit here?”
“and rub you there?”
I thought I saw once
that I saw who cared
that I’d see twice
your fuzzy was he there
you’re just a bit nice
in a proper play
“and you might be bored
if the cat is away”
was he
a funny bare
or was he
a buzz
on a heady
stare
Fun
either way
i do declare
great buns too
on Rapunzel’s chair
“can i sit here?”
“and rub you there?”
I thought I saw once
that I saw who cared
that I’d see twice
your fuzzy was he there
you’re just a bit nice
in a proper play
“and you might be bored
if the cat is away”
restless
a restless light
thoughts of wrong
are what desire feels right
and I embraced the night
let me fall away
my haunts of passion
are a want of surrender
breaths of deep
turn slowly faster
a seductive presence
pretends the innocence
blinding thoughts
let me taste the essence
a splendor of lips
drip wet to taste his
temptation calls
in a mind of mischief…
all my thoughts fall
on a chest of breathless
and oh yes…I am
of the restless.
thoughts of wrong
are what desire feels right
and I embraced the night
let me fall away
my haunts of passion
are a want of surrender
breaths of deep
turn slowly faster
a seductive presence
pretends the innocence
blinding thoughts
let me taste the essence
a splendor of lips
drip wet to taste his
temptation calls
in a mind of mischief…
all my thoughts fall
on a chest of breathless
and oh yes…I am
of the restless.
7.21.2010
825
Hydro electric is a stick
of megalithic proportion
a distortion of the eyes
when looking too wise
knotting what’s able
unable to decide
what you see
when just right there
in the front of a 3
is a pair of WE in a smile
most appropriately a tone
moving feet to the beat of one
”... are you still listening, Mr. WattsOn?...”
It’s a flow in an energy of pattern
Say “hi” to a pro of reason
Earth is a sphere of season
So it goes to believe that
Spinning in Time I’ll bet
Is a treasure in a Nature, wet
For a bulge in A dam my pet…
...but it’s YOUR move…
I’ve thrown my bolt
into your lampshade, Love.
of megalithic proportion
a distortion of the eyes
when looking too wise
knotting what’s able
unable to decide
what you see
when just right there
in the front of a 3
is a pair of WE in a smile
most appropriately a tone
moving feet to the beat of one
”... are you still listening, Mr. WattsOn?...”
It’s a flow in an energy of pattern
Say “hi” to a pro of reason
Earth is a sphere of season
So it goes to believe that
Spinning in Time I’ll bet
Is a treasure in a Nature, wet
For a bulge in A dam my pet…
...but it’s YOUR move…
I’ve thrown my bolt
into your lampshade, Love.
MW
Monday I looked at the sky
Wednesday I wondered why
On Friday, I could almost fly
Considering, I was lost to know
A dam said “hi” to a hidden pro
Five is Five and Two…
On a 747 I knew
“Good” is on a gorgeous view
And I tried to say hi and hello
Wrote a poem just so he’d know
Chess is a messy game
Queen takes a Knight and reminds
She doesn’t leave a love note behind
For nothing.
She cast a line to amp a fish
She penned some stock to make a wish
She wrote on High in a hallowed dish
And she waits alone…
Still a mirror to this
225
522
747
936 T & T… ;) x
747
1683
0189
1872 …oh yeah. lol.
Wednesday I wondered why
On Friday, I could almost fly
Considering, I was lost to know
A dam said “hi” to a hidden pro
Five is Five and Two…
On a 747 I knew
“Good” is on a gorgeous view
And I tried to say hi and hello
Wrote a poem just so he’d know
Chess is a messy game
Queen takes a Knight and reminds
She doesn’t leave a love note behind
For nothing.
She cast a line to amp a fish
She penned some stock to make a wish
She wrote on High in a hallowed dish
And she waits alone…
Still a mirror to this
225
522
747
936 T & T… ;) x
747
1683
0189
1872 …oh yeah. lol.
7.19.2010
.
“who are you”
please…
just go aWay
don’t want you to see
the real Woman in me
I’m not the kind
you want on your arm
I never am
and there’s never room.
It’s impossible
what I’m really here for
I’m ripped into two
as I face three doors
and I’m tired
yet wanting more
of this impossible task
as I come to shore.
To write the code
in Creations mark
without the flame
without the spark
“dear god, tell me
where on this earth”
do I find the start.
” I don’t want
to fight this time “
for the love of one
who can’t be mine.
so I won’t.
and not ever again
as I write my name
on a one dotted line.
”...I’ll come find you…”
is in an echo of Time.
please…
just go aWay
don’t want you to see
the real Woman in me
I’m not the kind
you want on your arm
I never am
and there’s never room.
It’s impossible
what I’m really here for
I’m ripped into two
as I face three doors
and I’m tired
yet wanting more
of this impossible task
as I come to shore.
To write the code
in Creations mark
without the flame
without the spark
“dear god, tell me
where on this earth”
do I find the start.
” I don’t want
to fight this time “
for the love of one
who can’t be mine.
so I won’t.
and not ever again
as I write my name
on a one dotted line.
”...I’ll come find you…”
is in an echo of Time.
7.18.2010
Honey Color
water glistening
shadows my wall
reflections listening
”...I can hear…”
I can feel your call
”.... you move the music….”
and I’m pleased
”...you tease the midnight…”
and with ease
I’m swaying
as the breeze
and it’s brilliant
the enchantment
of your eyes
flickering light
along my seaside
I can breathe
and being tHere
I’ll believe
”...that it’s right…”
so write to me
on the honey
colored walls
and just to me
so by eve I’ll fall
embracing the lines
of a timeless art
coloring my world
sun set to start
”...the sun rises
as a perfect heart…”
and if nothing else
I’ll touch this part.
shadows my wall
reflections listening
”...I can hear…”
I can feel your call
”.... you move the music….”
and I’m pleased
”...you tease the midnight…”
and with ease
I’m swaying
as the breeze
and it’s brilliant
the enchantment
of your eyes
flickering light
along my seaside
I can breathe
and being tHere
I’ll believe
”...that it’s right…”
so write to me
on the honey
colored walls
and just to me
so by eve I’ll fall
embracing the lines
of a timeless art
coloring my world
sun set to start
”...the sun rises
as a perfect heart…”
and if nothing else
I’ll touch this part.
Get the Count?
A system integration and migration materialization
of imagination undefine.able.we are loveable not
just probable but undoubtedly without reserve
unstoppable running manage.able.WE are ON Pure.
See? There's no UNdo in that.
Genius genus genie genes in us generations alive
in the vibes and jives of our Past last greatest task
in Life. That's right AND write that We remember.
Get the Count? Mountains on a mole hill designed
fortification of the mind to find the souls will and
it can be such a shame sometimes. Rhymes of the
Poet might nota known it was born of the Muse.ic
had it not played.Or been so.
~But We did. And we did. IT again.
Get the count? down packed in a glass a blast from
the past of great in taste sweet flavors beat of light
in a Knight that I love and delight in ... every day.
A blissful integration and migration DOES Matter
said the batty Bat when down the Cat.e.Cat's ladder
there came, the roofer Cornman's friend.Ship We. :)
See?Count?
1947 + 60 = 2007 booLLoop
1952 + 60 = 2012 LeaRn
1956 + 60 = 2016 TSi.iST
1952 + 61 = 2013 T!mE too
1976 + 60 = 2036 ;bAce;p 2039 Be!
2005 Chalk.Cue.Q.Chaac.2006
2007.She.sAw.Caac.2009
2008 Calibrates.cHAc
~But it was 1927.also. wasn't it? :)
~T.MInuS.AND.inUs
~Space.Spice~We.Are.Sky.Walker
Makers.Mark
of imagination undefine.able.we are loveable not
just probable but undoubtedly without reserve
unstoppable running manage.able.WE are ON Pure.
See? There's no UNdo in that.
Genius genus genie genes in us generations alive
in the vibes and jives of our Past last greatest task
in Life. That's right AND write that We remember.
Get the Count? Mountains on a mole hill designed
fortification of the mind to find the souls will and
it can be such a shame sometimes. Rhymes of the
Poet might nota known it was born of the Muse.ic
had it not played.Or been so.
~But We did. And we did. IT again.
Get the count? down packed in a glass a blast from
the past of great in taste sweet flavors beat of light
in a Knight that I love and delight in ... every day.
A blissful integration and migration DOES Matter
said the batty Bat when down the Cat.e.Cat's ladder
there came, the roofer Cornman's friend.Ship We. :)
See?Count?
1947 + 60 = 2007 booLLoop
1952 + 60 = 2012 LeaRn
1956 + 60 = 2016 TSi.iST
1952 + 61 = 2013 T!mE too
1976 + 60 = 2036 ;bAce;p 2039 Be!
2005 Chalk.Cue.Q.Chaac.2006
2007.She.sAw.Caac.2009
2008 Calibrates.cHAc
~But it was 1927.also. wasn't it? :)
~T.MInuS.AND.inUs
~Space.Spice~We.Are.Sky.Walker
Makers.Mark
Omega d;
On The Island
along a coast
i heard a Sunset
say what most
seem to see
is a golden light
burning into red
just before night
So i followed you
and listened what
my eyes did dare
and caught it right
in the light just tHere
the shimmering flicker
of a whispering where
Silence on the cliff
Wind slows to hear
and together we waited
for a morning to share
and oh my god,
it was all so clear…
as darkness fell and
you held my fear
warm in your arms
just waiting…
for my sight to appear
and then hear…
”...Alpha burns right
when we’re upside, dear…”
Sunrise came…
and I kissed you there.
along a coast
i heard a Sunset
say what most
seem to see
is a golden light
burning into red
just before night
So i followed you
and listened what
my eyes did dare
and caught it right
in the light just tHere
the shimmering flicker
of a whispering where
Silence on the cliff
Wind slows to hear
and together we waited
for a morning to share
and oh my god,
it was all so clear…
as darkness fell and
you held my fear
warm in your arms
just waiting…
for my sight to appear
and then hear…
”...Alpha burns right
when we’re upside, dear…”
Sunrise came…
and I kissed you there.
Awe.Come.On
play baby…come on.
all you big boys
survey the toys
smooth the lines
and enhance the times
groping slowly in
eccentric rhymes
what a girl hears
in a yard of chimes
ding a ling is a really long sign…
and pings a ching as a sing.a.long line
all you big boys
survey the toys
smooth the lines
and enhance the times
groping slowly in
eccentric rhymes
what a girl hears
in a yard of chimes
ding a ling is a really long sign…
and pings a ching as a sing.a.long line
“she laughed so hard
she split his side”
“he farted so loud
he blew her ride”
and all the stars stood
just rolling their eyes
she split his side”
“he farted so loud
he blew her ride”
and all the stars stood
just rolling their eyes
366 revolutions in
365 days of solutions
... ” from the side baby,
come on…be real”
365 days of solutions
... ” from the side baby,
come on…be real”
236 were the seconds counted
“he grows erect and
prepares to be mounted”
“he grows erect and
prepares to be mounted”
The Island
that Time never knew…
first near the Church
there seemed a clue
in the catacombes
of whispering hue
Saint Agatha’s mystery
became one for two
so i followed you
counting bricks in
narrow pathways
making note of the
arcs on display
Loving Couples blush
and bouganvilla sway
”...it’s very old here…”
and in the moss
I heard your name
echos of Lost
as I make my way
to a rocky coast
I past the Knight
and began to thirst
for the memory
of where my heart
came first…
then at a Red booth
I found my Muse
first near the Church
there seemed a clue
in the catacombes
of whispering hue
Saint Agatha’s mystery
became one for two
so i followed you
counting bricks in
narrow pathways
making note of the
arcs on display
Loving Couples blush
and bouganvilla sway
”...it’s very old here…”
and in the moss
I heard your name
echos of Lost
as I make my way
to a rocky coast
I past the Knight
and began to thirst
for the memory
of where my heart
came first…
then at a Red booth
I found my Muse
I'm Curiosus
August fools
gust for a lust
a thirst of just
what truth is first
“Mulder” is spooky
but a pretty smart cookie
“she called him Fox”
but he didn’t lookie…
greys the matter
she types in batter
and the fish
he chipped
is.way. ;)x
”...are you still laughing…?”
Knight the Butler said the Chef
A civilized relation of One do exist.
This is the Time and it’s the Measure
Means of One to Many a Treasure.
Bird songs of the same feather
weather storms of fright to light
the heather and again, come the
day we remember. Who we are.
I got your number.Gentleman. ;) WO!
you talkin’ to MOi?
et.hmm…
Was a Sumer of sixty eight and
Mother said wait. So I did.
Earthly measure stares around
MY feet are a card in sound
”... the beat…”
a gui.duck you ask?
”...2036 is the year in question…”
and seconds later,
I had the impression
they mighta been speakin’ to me.
My Mother's Laugh
”... happy birthday mom!....”
”...yea, I fidty two now…”
.
.
.
?
Then she started laughing, in a laugh that was only hers. Brother and I stood there staring in the wide eyed way we always did when she’d do this laugh and then like stereo, we look at dad. I was older than brother so I had the maturity to believe that perhaps dad might start laughing too any second now, but the look on his face was as clearly confused as ours. For the first time, I saw our faces on him and I remembered that. Like he just met my mother for the first time, ever… I could see from the corner of my eye that brother was about to eat into the cake as he simply didn’t care about our current family confusion any more…he was young.
Mom was still laughing.
It’s not a ‘soft and gentle laugh’ yet it’s not mean or hostile… it’s one of those
”... I’ve got all of you fooled and I’m not lettin’ ya in on it…” kind of laughs. We knew just to let it be and I wasn’t so old that the damn cake wasn’t looking more interesting to me right then too.
”...what do you mean?...” dad says in a very soft voice.
”...Ha! I always older then you…, I just dont tell you…” :))
He smiled and shook his head like it was slightly amusing…
”...I mo then 10 year older….”
was the last thing I heard before brother had pitchforked the cake and it was time to dig in, candles or not.
ROFL
ROFL
”...Rolling On the Floor Loving...”
;)~
” Rolling On the Floor, Love….”
ROFLove ….and all
FORLove
what else
What else to do
but smile awhile
while I cry
some trials as
Life is but a dream
living lost in ‘be’
which cost of not
what my reality
used to see
yet what else…
do I want from me?
reward of Word
of a course I heard
my voice I could
and a soul of love
in the image of
a Creation came
in the form of Lord
and it harps a cord
Dr. God, is aboard
Why but what else
for the good…
To take a form
in a fourth of
Our
a
tower
two in the clear
Lines between
and we are tHere
when we are hear….
what else,
but self
to test
the a where…
Questions
unanswered and
I don’t understand.
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