hiGgein

i have a crush
on my dentist
i admit it
a bit sadistic
true
can’t resist it

“who”
you callin’ sister

buster
it’s a must
this cavity
to fill a void
with destiny
…
“hi Gene…”

there’s a rod
in the berries
unseen

so I bet a pit
on cherries
bare skinned

and made a call
he’d call me in…

hatmaker

hat makers maker
baked a red cake
and Ptolomy said
no men can fake
what it takes
to be felt

"...eellllvis..."
sandras bee
buzzed
back to see
a call in pursuit
of light years root
and so he greased
Olivia's loot

"quick
in silver boots"
the color of green
grew fast in scene
a background static
of all that's been

"sweet"
is the draw of one
a desert rose
on a crystal form
the men of this place
misplaced when born

feathers in a cap
crimson bound
sting of a heart
coincidence found

i look to be found !

the repeated sound of

“this way”
is a round
IT made
to say
found
was a day
to be peace

this isn’t his way
or hers but they
as a we can be
of a whole

this nature
sure and impure
of what it makes
is what it takes
to be true

perfection is

imperfections
brew and
the odds are even
when believing
is the seeing
of a means

and then
it comes
into being
what it is
is this

the growing
of a love
and the creation
of a Who

it is to be You

this is what is
to be coming

s how

a how to go about this...
simple
is what isn't
hard without
plain easy

Dr. Livingstone...

"... it's kinkstone, I presume..."

Alice pondered

pondering

what about the why

she'd come falling

into a place

from times before

shrinking to think

just to grow some more...

"... it's the hat on the cat ..."

she was sure like that

and all the times before

but couldn't remember

just how she knew

"... rabbit said it's late ..."

is it this to be a date

and if why is a question

so then what is fate

and if this is to be

what it is to be late

then why is rabbit

even rushing to see

"... about destiny

and what of the King ..."

as approaching a moat

Alice hears the calling

standing on heads

unjustly boggling

"...eYes wide..."

she began toggling

a shifting of feet

righting into light

the timely beats

inching to be left

but then in a rift...

she stopped

at the white of his eyes

"... clear form ..."

GeeShire...

it's the same

impossible thing

"... it's been read

Queens a wonder

why the white

Queens thunder

came in the guise

of a head..."

something about a raven

who's seen been savin'

some time as he shifted

"she shifted" the eyes

"and the guise"

to be lifted....

"... it isn't really bad for you

if you've been listening..."

said absolem...

"you're so much... muchier"

.

I had to shift

your vision to be sure...

"I still like your bracelet"

still licking it you mean? ;)~

do d;shes

;)

washing
dishes
creates
a sway
clinking
glass
on a
sunny day
I looked up
and saw
a cloud
as it
looked back
and it laughed
out loud
monkey faces
with ruby lips
in ocean reeds
on mountain tips
standing
hands in water
thinking
for how long
something
in the distance

"... wonders where I've gone..."

doing dishes
just a one on one.



"... I like it in here..."

what if...

could it be funny
a code called love
written in honey
sweet as doves
on four leaf clovers
that grow in groves
near sandy beaches
that glow in zones
otherwise unknown…
could it be?

what if the funny
is a love called sonny
and a share who cared
to dare a masked pair
and what if the money…
turned into the cure
and what if the system
became a lure and
built the operation
that brought us here.

could it be gods creation
is ready to be read and
could it be the code
that lives in hour head
triggered by the riggers
of offending deeds
could it be?

what if it is…

Enos Knows

”... you only think he’s gone…”
but like Albert,
Atom and the Ants live on
”... a nose knows her own…”
and to mana is to be beyond
small walls hearing cat calls
my earring rings the hall
and you recall….
learning how to fly.

dot dot dot hey guy!
dash and stash gets me
a gala banana man…
can you dig it?
”... Mr. Adams,
I’ve got your towel…”
and I’ll buy the vowel
if we can just use a letter
to clean up the great foul

”...I’m still overhead and I
can see the spill…”

It isn’t just for peanuts…
them shell…

”... it’s the nothingness…”
and it’s growing down there

monkey see so monkeys do
”... if I can move a lever
without my hands then I
can certainly
untie your shoes…”

a monk monkeys around
a maypole I may know
Tarzan… are you listening
Superman’s missing
and we are bound for impact

Carbon fibers filtering black
slick in the drink is moving fast
limestone blocks breaking free
exposing chromes matter of grey
... step aWay, time is oozing…
spyder webs weaving through
magic nets in a sea of blue…

Venus too Earth

oOOo
jupiter sat
on his turn to run
but Uranus said
“you are a sun”
pen a tune and
become the one
;Duck ;pluto plays
just for the fun.
xOOx
3 1 13
M V E M
i i W E ! !
x@@x
lol
;)~

Shield Practice

”... wormsign…”
Still guardian’s mind
The likes of the switch
of which I find as Wind
do the faithful I train.
”...no need for weapons…”
as the Sleeper awakens.

Slow blade turns to brush…
”... I must not fear…”

by will alone my mind is motion
screaming past a desert ocean
juice of my thoughts acquire speed
Stains on my lips will take no heed
It is by my will, that I proceed….

”... I broke the conditioning…”
Mouse shadows on the Moon
”... thoughts have a sound…”
It was taught and so too found
that the write just flows…

There is no ‘control’
and those who know…
ARE, the Spice.

inspirations:Dune

My Kung Fu

”... s’okay …”
one liner says all lines are true
container remains as the soup
”... Dr.ink of my pen…”
CODE LOVE to main gate activation…
”... they’ll think it’s all fiction…”
and if that’s the case… don’t waste a space
double pace to the time of place

they said phewy to my Kung Fu…
they said my confucius confuses too…
How, can it be I’m in the red shoe? ;)~

The Stitch...

”... a stitch in time saves nine…”
do you think we’d be without mind?
a measure of seven was taken in the wind…
then a cat came out to say meow my friend.
eternity flows in endless directions
seven to nine needs the hearts intention
love is sublime and it goes without mention
life is a creation of the merging oceans
and living is being, in this serge of motion

”... the sum of nine was carried four…
1300 days through a mile of corridor “
She came to the game with nothing more.

LOA

”... Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe…”
The law of attraction works really quite well
Undeniable secrets of long ago
Modern understandings prove to know
Better mixed up what the Bookie was to show.
”....Times a changin’... so hear we go….”

Bajillions of people for how many years?
Focused on stories of love or fear?
Looking inward to see it’s clear
A motion of Soul, returns the great gear.
Grounding of a pole in copper fields
SixtyNine lines minus one Reveals….
88 constellations on a primary wheel
Five toes on One, very delicate heal…
Five decks a glass shoe, forged of steal
”.... forgive me Lord, A pearl in the snow…”

Seven coins traced eight lines to know.

R.C. Christian…

R.C. Christian…
Roman Catholic Christians
Lead by the Pope are billions
Mysterious name on a tablet
Crossed my eyes you can bet
Center erected on a date of note
Two days prior was the equinox
1980 plus a Thirty Three
Gives a year on the One to be
1980 minus Thirty Three
Was a RoseWell landing
On the desert Sea.
A burning bush of reality
Dead sea scrolls and the MiBs… ;)~

She.Alba

Beautiful Siren from a distant sea
Doctor Donovan wrote of the Mastery
Aquatic, seduction enchants me…

Merman disguised the Light in his eyes
Sang the songs that a heart finds nice
Extending a hand he unraveled his web
And my sister was there after her death
“Wana ride?” was the question he mimed
And I, tempted by his suggestive rhyme
Never hesitated, to enter his mind.

Past the coffee stained collar, I climbed.
Tracing races and faces in the wind
One thousand and One nights I’d spend
Immortal and naked on the ocean

Towers of power in the robes of men
Lighting the coast to see sailors home
Nixie was the name my mother mentioned
And Trixie was the dame
...who bore little attention

The Merrow of the story, is in me.

.... The Scotch is vertical, and I’m a She.Alba….

Merlin, can you see the sight in my eYes?

Forever...

Forever you forget me not

Hidden deep in the minds blind spot

String attached and pulling at your heart

Ringing bands bringing truth in part

Forever to encircle the stars

Never to forget who we are

Ever again brings a healing wind

Forever again sings your mind and then...

Forever, you'll remember my name.

Steorbord...

Steer ol' boy the ship is moving
Cruising through the ecliptic plane
Write and inline the wave is soothing
Starboards hear that we fear in.Sane!
Celestial sphere is a place in time
Driven space by the pace of our mind
South pole centers on the Northern line
"WE love in between" whispers the wind

Well said and seen by our Clementine
A perspective from Earth left us sublime
Port side right to be aboard this Time.
Take the rudder and seat at the helm
Mooring was done by the way of men

We stand on Vessel, She said to them...
EarthWriter, the Ship was named.

Star Light Start Bright, Star aboard my friend, is to the Write.

Quiet Pious

Quietly Pious was bias indeed
Made quite the noize on his mighty steed
Woke the Lion named Riotous Reed who
Spoke in a tongue that was crypitously read
.
Lips shining in a color of crimson
Smiles at Pious the fictitious mention
Awaiting the answer to frictionless motion
Wading inside of a waving ocean, she smiles
.
A smile of mischievous proportions ;)
.
.
.
.
.
A scent said to Sense
Did you send me away
The gates of heaven
Ascend in two days
Count in the heart
And know in the mind
The road of Eternity
Begins with the Wind.
.
Global tension is mentioned
Ten to 100 say the fix is sentient
Road less taken appears unchanged
Rights of a passage say that times unhinged
Fears are heard but they never let on, that
Dear was the word they had written in song
... Let the good times roll…
Why are we hear?
So that we can. This time.

.
and the good kitten said know, I’m knot, the bad cat ;)~
and MOTher Hat said, She’s good and it’s true.

deviliSh

“This must be a mistake”, her mind whispers…

Sitting quiet on a bed of hey
the cold and windy chill of a day
in a darkly place unknown
slips under a door
where no lights shown
that the wind is a rattle of steps
unafraid to walk so she leapt…
There was a sound, it was said.

“How long have I been here”
she asks the dark.
Nothing but continuous
pace and spark of the feet
to and from an unseen street.

“Whats happening…?

“Quiet ;DeviL”
I Say A Name…

The voice was sudden and near,
When and how did he get here?
Sitting in the cold shaking to know
Who’s behind this breath of snow…

His roughen fingers run my face
touch my lips in time and pace
with his moan, then into my mouth
is a salty tongue…

I tried to write this when I saw you come.
Mind in my eyes and a wind from the sun.
Slippery Shadow on my wall again…
And this time I know, the
Form isn’t death and He isn’t the snow.
.
eMOcean turns and returns the Know.

Help Held Me...

I learned to pray today
not sure of what to say
but sure this time that
an Angel came my way.

From within I felt eYes
of light listening hearing
my whispered cries to
understand the meaning.

When I asked for help to see...
An Angel came and held me
You can feel it in the heart
A beam of sight reveals art
When billowing wings part

The touch is undeniable
Sounds in chorus leading soul
As your voice turns inward
Healing soothing winds blow

Gentle urging wants to know
And tender eyes want to show
When billowing wings part, a
Delicate touch holds the Heart

...and you might not know
just what to say, but you'll
know then...
Angels come your Way.