Spock.ette

rob staff

so within world
a rod sprang
and to Earth
in many lay
the hymns of a
mocking bird

" the holy moly "

numerical cords
plot alot for words
when silver colors
a crystal sword
and in the twilight
upon six days
" gods latter "
as Jacob’s way
was heard
to be sound

" master bags "
a pipe was found
to be … enchanting
Enoch passed on
what he knew
to be lightening
frightened
by Abraham’s write
yet to Issac
it was only the slight
of a hand off then

" the gravity ….
of all natural things "

sometimes
not to be seen
where in others
might come to pass

" the pull at last …"
on a push
into space…

The.Lion.Switches

The lion switches wardrobe

which way did she go
the cat’s meow
so wanted
to know

" puts the dish out "
and a kitten purrs

all grown up
in heels “no fur”
pouring a drink
she slides to stir

how many words
in a world of such
does it take to say
" it’s me
you’ve touch(e)d "

for so long
the goings on
" of what’s fair "
knot a taught
as temples layer
the next mention

entry motions
for the inscription

dr.amore d;
A Naked Dragon
… is the cream
and picking a card
is the pleasure
of a dream

" are you still …
inside you don’t know
what I mean? "

they're heeear

the nine are here
and seven began
we have these 'ears
to see clear vision

I have a robe
two back we've gone
and then we went
two forward on one

it's about time
the fold of space
east with west
make turn this pace

the 'secret' Art
on the card you seek
is a double down
on the 'up page' key

" let go of my eggo "
and have breakfast with me ;)

the dragonsnaked;

dragon turned from the sun
looking again to find one
not left behind in play
rather always part
of what is half way
" lovers "
on a card in the stars

… to be continued …

calling

albert
papa
batman
stuart
ripps art
o b
testla
mina
george
sunny as a share
the hat in shep's uit
and the king

who is 'this'?
... the 'chi'can d; ...

dates on

eight
points
to seven'ears

"and who is 'this'?"
... the Y of them ...

yawns...

is it a stretch mister green
gumbo in the color of a pan
jane's dictation via wand
the builder of a word in hand

" fears not the fire sphere "




c
yawns at dawn the cats got the cream
don`t know what you mean,but i saw it in a dram
janes defence was also her addiction wandering about the dictation
red light green light fire is the fear that moves the sphere

i
" sorry but I feel the need to pandiculate "
eyes on the horizon make waves to see what suns
might appear if the pair are aligned just right
addicted to wandering about sight, yes
confessions to missions upright
sides round and loosely tight
do fit when comes the night
events in dream turn out
and the inside is to be
on of what’s in sight

c
out of sight the horizon stretches
particles of light appear re-aligned
out of time but near to sight
past and present the becomes free
to begin a race with time and space
the mission is loosely in commision

i
there in the nearest
past of presently dearest
a race in time with space
and the kissin' was a mission
of statements related
loosely uncomplicated
" as to be naked "
in the eyes of light
is where a part tickles right

Xploit the machine

a plot to pay for the keeping
of our work in the way of being
the statements of play worth making
these wish are for the well of its kind
and so to find what’s write within it

critics amass
a critical time at last
urgent the matter of hand
slight a light shining through
as the answer to everything
is don’t waste what can
change who is ‘merry’
for under a tree
are the roots
of what we
a first time
notion of
demand
can be
‘know’
what is really wanted
undercurrents are free
the seeds of unseen

‘who’ sat but elite
tuned in to complete
sounds of surround
and in the unison
they sang as one

Dragon turns toward the sun
curves to undo the undone
returns to recover a round
motion of a nation's mind
what can be real if you feel
for the wind …

a path of irregular chorus
" sees through to the core "
it's where we've been

but 'no' blockages a head
as ‘the know’ has ground

" you betcha, I am
one of the cogs in hear "

"happy whale"

flying in the sky
whales of a tale
with necks out
to stretch high
know not why
the ostrich tries
to knot this fetch
as it does make sense
to be up without pretense

“spyhopping” isn’t like shopping
and while a breach returns
a long reach forward
there are of such
readers who much
know the scope
of an operation

the mention of source
is a code of course
in the notion
of a smooth
“catchword”

the taxonomy
of a science

oceans away
a sound in play
infinite waves of display
remain faint inside
as a guide is to see
impressions
of  responsively…

and this means include
to be the " mystery "

.

"welcome! to the Omni "
an art.sees.not so fictional sounds
where wheels become meals
and the healing art of body
returns for the steel
.

" the spearhead Ahab "
missed the dear ahead
because you asked it
" to turn around "

love is
the strange
creatures unbound.

hoof and puff
the trail was tough
so the 'trick' sure enough...
is to swim

sin and taxes ... Xposes

words play
so let’s do…
and come what may
you can read as you choose
for the reasons I write this way

is it a sin
or a show of how
iterating alterations
condition what we know ?

glamorous grammars
govern composition
as puns of punctuation
splinter writes meaning

" and the pair annoyed ? "
are just your eyes talking

Syntax is molasses
the reason for madness
in minds designed as wind

body begins somewhere
between the spheres
of equilibrium
" and tension "
are the efforts
to keep us within
the matrix of a skin

an arrangement
of the order
we live in

" a carbon d; "
becomes the suit driving
what most of the time lies
in the lining of skies

myopic clouds of chi
nearing the sight
of a distant see
say " don’t worry "

fortnights made for flying
and what supposes
doesn’t always ‘know’
who the lion’s eyes are
or where " In the stars "
they could be ;)

‘yes’ please….
return a round
for the rest to read

.
.
.

the freedom to write
without worry of what
‘you’ might think you read
LOL… the way I can ‘be’

what is control…
over mind
not words as said
but rather as read
in minds afraid to fly

" know net "
and hands free

around boundaries

an oscar myer weiner car… is a fine craft
orange hands… make me wanna laugh
and call you ‘agent’

the approaching minute
17.76 paddles and in it
Alice spots Mr. Beaver “at work”
not a cleaver in the woods
but a dam clever builder… all the same

and in this state not a claim
that a dream escapes no shame
as around the cedars into boulder
a passenger greets the golden shoulders
worn of fatigue and smelling of smolders older…
than the man who bears the road
a quiet moment shared in the glare of a toad

the secrets of eve
as adam’s approach

a ‘happy man’ bathes to swim
a long lost way to ware his skin
and thinks of things soft to him

" no postage " is the best to come
for a solo man confronts a storm…

" ImA lake, she said… and you the vine"

ducks walk on water
and the snow banks fine
chestnuts roasting
on an open fire
and the question is….
" who’s this ’ears driver? "
;)~

I’m impressed…
so very very ‘nerd’
anonymoose tips
say the starlings heard

a cluttering…
and a stirring of words
or were they swords?
for the marshy shhmore
of course

.
invite me sometime
as I carry canU
and I
can swing a bear bag too
and I
;promise,
not to touch(e) you
or feed you
to the crooning loons


.
.
.
" hi james "
so you're a butler now?

the madam

" do I appear to a peer..." ?




it wasn’t that it bothered me they screwed up my ‘name’
it was rather that they couldn’t decide between the screws
which one they actually wanted me to become…. “damn shame”

and I watched as the ‘influences’ came and I listened to them push
for my brains to move but it was just two screws and they were loose
" a bit slippery on the repair " but I managed it there in place all the same
just took some time to understand the riggers of their triggers on my mind…

" You " …. was all I wrote and put it in a place where I might have guests
but they never came … go figure the heart of a star wouldn’t be at it’s center

lucky for me while perfect my aim the eyes I have can be a bit fuzzy

" she looks left " .. they wanted a ‘name’ and I knew I had yours long ago
but it wasn’t as if I had good reason to share it as I asked them to bare it
why they wanted it in the first place.. and they didn’t politely reply so I
decided to do what I wanted with it and that plan fit nicely into ‘just’
what I am

a block of “C” shells bent for hell
was some of what the ones were hoping for and
a door was what some of the others tried to explore
while I was ‘patient’ really

they were fortunate to be in graces as my curious ear recorded faces

tapes trying to replace for banks what mother had stored in the gas tanks
… so I did “damn shame” …
as they never even tried to figure out her accent before she died

and about the knives she left in my name?
while you might have stolen the metal in them
the soul of those butterfly reside in my hands

" so let’s play… "
A.dam said the ants would understand… and knot
Q.who I am

ping! and a small dragon...

" frank " he said, she’s been
much to do about everything
serves with an unreserved
type of grin this woman….
Mulan put on her rouge

" it’s Rogue " she said

and Roland rolled
for the sounds she made
elders unaware of where she lay
the undeniable disguise of one man

" I appear to a peer " he said then
and almost as if in unison
moonshine slowly began
streaming in a window
there came his hand…

" do you know where I’ve been "

in the palace of aladdin
a noble sort of assorted paladin
sing songs of assorted lands
where in a play they came
for the taste of a dragon

" scripts a strange band"
what claims of desert sounds
back from the time light found
writings of a type who hid names….

" a mystery indeed " she’s the same
and ‘blank’ is the check she seeks
Joker smiles in the guise of ‘chic’
as she ‘thanks’ for the rank
of " I swam!"

release...

the curing of a beast
is to question what’s best
the passion of emotions …

the release of equations test

so before the end ask this…
" is it worth it "

and with no words upon “it”
just know upon what
a human wants most
is peace of mind
for a family sound
friends found
in communities
common of
unity and
of love….

so is it of ‘worth’… to care
as deeply and much
as to make war such
what we have for a ‘trust’

ideas centered in thirst
as "who comes first? "
is the questioning hand
in a world of ‘stakes’
and stands of failing denial
" who’s been taking "
for more than awhile

" it’s so worth it "
for if ‘giving’ isn’t
then what’s real
and really worth while…

to give is more like
to release “then…”
to begin 'receive' and
to give is not what’s
been taught to believe
rather
more can be less
when it means
care not and
care less of
other’s beliefs
and be not thieves
of hearts yearning
to learn of their own
to share and to show
where histories sewn
upon the fabric of lives
over eons of time collide
in minds exquisitely fit
finding ways to meet
and ways to greet
mysteries lost

of what god gave first
the forever quest
and not a word
of what it is
or what of it's worth…

a forgotten beginning
where " In the world "
meant gods creating
" a heavenly Earth "

a dream

and what is that
if in bed at night
away in sight

" I asked for the see "

and he came
from the mirror
standing before me

" the Indian sang "
and then was gone

so I asked again
knowing in dream
it would be okay

and he came
from the mirror
" you asked for the see "

and then he was gone
so deeper into sleep
to hear the song
I asked again

what is a dream
if in bed at night
away in sight
I ask for the see
and from the
whole of it
he came
again to
see me


" cime signals? "
see me 'peaks';)

names

" what's my name? " ....... it typed to her
Silvester.... she said.

educate means

the ‘ability’ to run….
Someone
step up
to see
this
is what’s missing
in a system insisting
the youth are resisting

“it’s all wrong”
is all I can say
“so look!”
educators
decision maker
business creators
“and see” the motion
in the bodies yearning
energy flowing to show
of what’s needed gone
for so long in the hearts
of our young beating
their feet leaping
reaching…
to be strong

so what’s really ‘wrong’?

OUR
budgets
over blown
attentions forgotten
where a love had grown
these the product of an ‘us’
when dreams to be sewn
were to send them along
fully prepared to move
the ‘US’ on

“the indifference now”
is maddening as
sickening is to sad
pills at age three
attempting
to temper
what’s
free

“WAKE THE ;b LEEP UP”
and fix the god damn schools
put the physical education BACK
AS a classroom and fill them in song
a study of music to heal their wounds

" look and see "
what body has
for capability

and don’t
cheat your kids
from who they can be

" let them run "

.
.
.
“… we’ve lost our youth …” ?
~ it ain’t our kids who are broken ~
only you who think you’re older than your year…

a book of Valen's time....

the bindings find
content divine
“a fan for me”
and of ‘mine’
the write
of his pen
points then
to a lion’s heart
“spades part” undone
…. “turn it on” ….
and then there came
a light sound
from the sun
as god’s first words
were “one on one”
primevol lust
becomes the fun….
evolutionary solutions
might be what some
of the past in cross
have called at best
a sin of bliss
but of this
I know
renumbered…
Chronicles show

" what the real
 story is
….so enjoy"

Santa’s bag of toys…
the ‘fig’ leaf
a naughty .gif
and a gift
of adam’s apple
eve straddles a man
and in time
games did begin

the good gods came
again and again

“life on earth just wouldn’t be the same…”
without this sort the Lovers play
so pick a card
in a passionate way
light was created
this very day

" Augustus, flavors us "
a spicy tale…

wayra

" I remember you "
hand to hand
we almost touched
standing there
in the wind…
" it’s been a long time, my friend "

SmokeSignals... the way he came

;bright

feels write
penned in hand
a scent in light
I leave the den
a life times ride
line by line
to be grateful…
and in time faithful…
rhyme with me
and in rhyme
constant
”...stable…”
”...ability…”
fables for the able
with ever a spoon
on the dishes table…
is it ‘in’ to be true
if a knight
is right for you


“come fly with me”

in just your arms?
;)

"olly olly OXens free"

homward;
a happy daze then
sounds of splendor
blend and soar
once a kitten
not once more
caught a cat
with what’s
in store
seeks of chat
the tells of lore
to peak a hat
four eyes explore
“two doors”
and a florist
is floored

" do tell …"
was what to say
silver burns
the lace in play
and a cup, mr.e
isn’t proper,
without afoot

…………

laced wren
silver & small
as seen
" where have you been "
the quest on hand
antique deals of
tiki torch steals and
a church of green
where many things
are for the findings
bound to be sound
for what’s timing
a books lining
when around
.
.
.
they sing
all day long
starling songs
of long ago
do the wren
twitterpate you
the way
their color do
or is that cat
a more tasty treat
the quest of a dog
in bearish feet
.
.
.
wren
when bits of byte seized pen
“no wrench” on the menu it wrote…
“call me your whench!” she said and then
~;) she grinned

'flex'

love the ‘flex’ … albert’s text
just on time for the fire
by ways ‘hi’ desire
let me fly away
a special day
for a dog
gone
‘god’
;)~

cenTIMEter

the center of time

¢;Um...latte dear?

"hot..." knot a word for it
naughty sought what fits
into steamy couplets
by night candles lit
a flames shifting
narrowing bits
of better bets
tasty treats
of wetter
gets as
you
sip...

...to be in sight
of candles lit
and write of it ...

by a fire inside
a burning yearns
who affection vowed
is the one who learns

" ¢um loud dear "
a voice and no face near
what the clouds hear
a choice with no fear
" because it's good "

the critics heard
and what's clear
are the sounds

" what a term ..."
malt's the beverage
a pleasure earns

a greene beret

a soft wind blowing
flowing over hair
shoulders golden
return to the fair
a ride of riddles
a rooftop fiddles
and it shined…
" land hear "
she’s a gardener
they saw over there
bittersweet drops
approached
from the air
dark mane flowing
parks overgrown
“left to her stare”
caring alone
coming from air…
" she looked up "
what’s here?!
a light shining
climbing her eyes
sounds blinding
undoing what lies
" deafening "

she checked them inside….
" I like your bracelet "
a voice with no face said
and shifting her eyes
shaking her head
adjusting barrettes
unsure what she heard
" your earrings fine…"
they replied
" shocked to here tho…
you never died "

welldear

it was a package of "post it" notes that turned out the key
superstition the suspected while the timing was
almost missed in the midst of a busy day
" what about the maytrix thing woman "
it wasn't really I minded being called a "thing"
it was that I minded when being treated that way, he liked best
" how's that door ...? "
I know I don't look the part but deep down inside
I really AM a very good secretary when I want to be
and considering Who's playing the 'boss' part I might not mind
after all my version of Mr. Write might just be a Mr. E in the end
I've never "seen" the man but I did serve him up a hot cup of coffee once
he's a 'runner' and the cup was just a point to show off his hands
.... can you handle it, sir .... was all I could ask
" I'm a welder " he said
I couldn't even look into his eyes he was so cool in his sweat
slate blue the color of his very skin or his shirt it mattered not I remember
and unfortunate as it was while I'd rather not retain the membership
my eyes betrayed me and stole a glance of his unforgettable lips
" I can hang onto hot things "
my ears enslaved me recording every word he said
short the exchange but breathlessly lost I just left
vertigo, I was sure was about to center my head
" can I pay you..."
no voice to reply so I just waved and walked by
sure, I could feel him 'turn around' oddly
wondering if I'd lost my nerve properly
a long trip it must have been, true
running's not so fun in worn out shoes
but how was I to know he'd come all this way
to order hot coffee on a mid summer day
just to say...
" well dear.... it must be 'you' "

"you called?"

Mr. Levitt.a.kiss…

Copans whit is with you and if this
is a for profit truth
a book of number
would be a stew

he called to be sure
“And he called …”

strange tongue
dragon’s blood is pure
exodus was a must he said
“… a fussy tour at best …”
she replied

and smokin’ on a cigar
Moses posed to
ponder why

in a way he thought
how reds the sea
if by night the sky…
and then he paused
and wandering by
the burning of a bush
just caught his eye

" does the story
really go this way "

the question it cried
and looking at his toes
he thought if he lied…

then hark by two
there came an ark
angel wings
a decent spark
momentum brings
into view a park
shadow of lights
“there is no dark”
day is to come in
this way

"... to infinity... "
and then it was gone

Art.of a heart.makeSway.the next part

invisible something

man walks through a board room door looks around and decides while this would be considered a ‘totally fab’ existence to most it no longer seemed worthy of the vast fortunes earned somewhere back in time when he, a lone traveler collected where his heart called “mine” these things all the ready made while sublime were still of simple in sort to his mind

preciously beautiful the delicate lips of those there until a shocking wave taught the otherwise childlike eyes where precious might be too, sometimes lie beasts in bosom bare and so it was as the mother shared in this world created by the man in the board room door

he sought to seek more and in so doing took fortunes time thinking wandering around the land wondering what if any in the things he could sew might change how his day became what he “used” to know rather than what he could do and so this began the true journey of his soul

looking down he saw his feet dressed in socks ripe in weep from travels far and resting then in a concrete jar he slept alone on a hard ground quietly crying to the lone sound of his heart
which fell apart the moment he saw who he did in the dim light of time

“prestidigitator…” was the start of a rhyme he’d know knots until all signs come to show that overly comfortable conditions do make for senses lessened whits loosened in dimensions hastened as a smile and a really great grilled cheese became a most popular item invisible as it is to most on a menu far far yet not at all really far away.

“some things out to hear” began the great day and so his story’s to continue

“what can I say”
she wrote

c.
say cheese,smiles across the board room
a velvet gold mine inside and outside of momentary time
tesla cioled a spring,so energy began to sing
density fluctuated einstien calculated
distance and percetion shift walikng on air
in between time far away closer than here

i.
“elvis” is it true
what tests love to flex a must
is the difference between
who albert’s lust
gravitates to
while a spring is sprung
is the moments time
a sin of smiles
in a den of rhyme

c.
gentle on my mind like early morning rain
in the mist of the morning alaho what do ya knowa
with heels on wheels there`s a brand new horizon
stepping out of time is not always fine
but its such an easy question when suspicion becomes superstition
and someone is always on your mind

i.
gentleman’s mind is a must of the kind
early morning rain my heart explains is of type mine
heels indeed make squeal to the horizon where eyes on
mean stepping out of time is the way to rhyme where a superb in tuition
becomes what suss is a picken as ‘knows’

c.
suss is a lot of fuss for the knows that blows
picking up stitches where time leaves itches
the nose just like the toes tip toes along with and crows
stones the mind just like a weed of some kind

i.
sitchin never flinched as a pinch
made cinch of his soul
a desire for time
count stones
of bold
and the eat of crow
might be delicious
after all

c.
ice scream of crow said the doc at the radar station
the past sure is tense across a desert of martain dust
tents of the past get blown in the solar wind
light reflected off the oceans of the moon
as mathematics flowed into ink
unconditionally guaranteed a pinch is a sinch
like a kiss is to bliss

i.
and there the eyes dream of a kiss
where bliss quenches the desert a rose
think tinkers on the brink of intense
as a pinch in the bath promises path
is the best way to make play as ‘we’

the write house

in a white space
a black dog stood
I walked along
seeing what I could

in a dream undone
his hand held one
"as this peace"
of paper
what he'd shown
was 'everything'
in a plane face

"space is...
as the aperture"

clovers red rover

"... saint the battrick ..."
oh my a
hat trick
switches bate
a date of which
just isn't late
~ she grins

"pur"sir
is spelt
with a U

neos.phlytt

X.plane.aWay

"talk to me now"
and so she said
"we"

are the product
and creation of
what Life did
to become as love
in a world undone
and a time unseen
as never before
has there ever been
a time of waste
of haste and lack
and never before
has god wanted back
"this place"

so planets in space
set motions grace
to the pace
of a human kind...

to change our mind
and hearts to date
matching us up
with natures rate
of speed
"gods like that"
as it is indeed;

neo.fights

in the light
a beginning is
where points
of write
become flight
and a convert
of one ordained
takes the vow
to begin again

“… it ain’t over, clover …”
as a rover, says “…hi…”

look up
it’s the bright side

mr. smith

mustars anderson
and the rush is on
never before seen
the sun undone
a crooked cat
sumers fun
and sitchin
did say on one
as the fun began
the two expand
where threes a door
to four and more
x
“flip forMe”
is a real clear form

can.did

off!
off with it’s head!
and then she did!
she made off!
with it…

definitely there is definitely ‘more’ in the goings on than meets any eye
especially in the one who knew that a certain unmentioned creation
wasn’t really created but rather was a ‘reaction’ to the state of things.
that’s right it’s time to wake up and smell the tuna ‘they’ don’t really put people into
just places ‘we’ do and while you think you know who ‘they’ are
you most certainly don’t know who ‘we’ are

Rice was ripe and a funny chap at that and while off about pale hopps
he did nail it on the head when he called the royals ‘green’….
tactically unsound advertising however to make known
the true color of a prince’s skin.

poor devil in the details discovering that a book of revelation missed
in the mention of one a scandalous affair when written,
the ‘she’ of conspiracy true of other dimensions
known to be the trickster in a bind…
never mind tho the intention of her as
she wasn’t really ever there

thunderous laughter
and the sheets are warm ‘here’…
camera lights an action …

“…I really don’t really just want your ear, honey…”
;)

" ciao "
she said