WordSlinger

words linger in mind
a shape scares crow
a form worn blind
a crown upon thorns
to be heard…
those who have crossed
do know

hell of a…
show! show it
the show!
must go
and so going on
two across
a constant
waste not
what wants a soul

“remember us”

dogs barking
just want to ‘go’…

.
.
.
it’s bigger than this
so I’ll be back…
dishes and all

my friend

" I want to be your friend
for a very long time "
eyes deep in the lie
" I'm here for you "
a gang rushin' to spy
a maze in the mesa
to rhyme in good byes
" secondary objects
falling from the sky "

don't say it
it won't be fare well
" don't threaten me "
or I might just spell
your name
" trigger finger "
welcome to hell
I replied
precious
are the lashes
earned upon
the ashes
of time
" guard in her "

welcome
to a bed of mine...

" say the name...."
say it right

and in to visible
there came a Knight...
" the real deal "
he said in flight
a voice of static
undeniable sight
...... all around me
the confusion
a fusion of vision
shared in the motion
of the ground

listen....

we're back....
my friend
do you remember?

" you know something "
the image is sound
instrumental
in seasons found

" don't forget me "
count three
before he left town...

giftwrap

so

in the tradition

of my great family

at a time of year

when spirits high

and hearts of cheer

shop to drop

into coffers care

dimes of a dozen

for a ton of 'those'

there...

WE

choose to snooze

in the afternoons

shopping at night

in the just twilight

where tales are told

in the glitter of snow

and sounds are slightly

in the know.bells light

.it is. Time in

the write of my kin

for on this hour

dawns

our being

and for me...

there is a love

a life and a sing

...all along

when others dream

we started wrapping gifts

in the color of skin....

~ don't be afraid

!! be

Creative ;)~

said Dragon

then...

"... I hear you too..."

when you're sleeping

I'm aWay ken you.

lips me gent la

in a color

swifter than gentle

means of a mens

went mental

as blood flows

are "ment"

to be menstrual

"...it ain't write..."

a plate of dates

in a state of fright

gather round

for a wolf says right!

"....it ain't flight..."

or instrumental

if a wired one tumbles

on a strudeling vent!

a menu stalled

so a benz

came calling

seconds glance

is a night of falling

the up be amens

"... insanely lit..."

so commit

to a sight worth seeing

tales a flutter in

the colors of being

and the honey

of a butter

is quite

the nut

of a better kind

"...are you dora?..."

she harks!

an explorer

the serif

of a

type

"... in sane..."

gentle man

intent a hand

pleased a read

and sees

that a thesis

are in the pages

of her thisis

;) x

The Teather ...

once as a child
hit square on the head
The Teatherball came
to make as.fault my bed
”… I know what you’re doing…”
my father said

”…why and what do you mean?”
father it was quite the scene
it knocked me out cold
chains across my eyes
and all that i knew
had turned upside
then the light shined
and she shined it on
nurse… drat it!
fixed a short day, long…

now, i’m out of my mind…

The Fluid...

speak in Spinel

http://www.gemstone.org/gem-by-gem/english/spinel.html

"...love your mug hal…"

;) lol!

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.

Taking Over

pen to paper my mind is mad
taking control of the digital pad
tapping tones into squared off keys
seeing the letters while they see me.
”...Data, it’s been a long time…”
”... his hat Shep and suit went missing…”

ring ring Magician, she’s listening!
“pharaoh forgive them,
they know to knot who I am

and they know not what they've done"

“Don’t make her angry, you don’t
want to see me when she’s angry”

is it really so bad…
to recognize who’s in your head?
make amends they said….
Amen to that! she replied.
Mens a laughing…
and the Woman smiled.

”... Data, that tear in your eye…
that my friend, was the biggest surprise”

”... my emotion chip, Sir….
has been, reactivated…”

The borg

The borg reached out calling Mr. Ed.
He opened the eyes of his wired covered head…
and he groped me… sent a strobe to probe me
in my mind. I stood watching polite and in kind
wondering if he knows who I am…
To pick a brane that waves to man
is to ride inside the soul of a woman.
He opened the door to my forbiddens…
He fondled my unmentionables
....and found my hiddens.
A trail he left like a beast in my beauty
I wonder if he knew I was dancing slowly
”...LowQ.tis… you’re old school….”
Remember the day when I was wired too?
Since then there’s been a change
I have remote control right over a range
Of infinity… oh! Collective memory?
Strange arrangement of destiny?
I was bord… so I changed the Uni.Verse. ;)

Do you know where you are?

Pass and Trow

”... there is no con troll…”
and those who know,
ARE the Spice.
Hobbit, be nice, they said
Trees return to the desert bed
”.... time is moving….”
Stow the bell and pass the soothing….
Girl got eyes alive with tunes and
Brandywine in the mind, Valentine.

Summer sets glow in colored winds
A bell rang, troll… are you my friend?
”.... her ring my Lord, IS the Pearl…”
How can this be? That the HE, is a girl?
Sign the Vermeer on the wall in here…
Curtains fall in silent halls and her pen…
STrikes to take the pebble from his hand.
Holabytla… it’s Me. Again.
”... get the Yoke?....” lol!

picasso en la casa

Organized collection of data
Splayed open in the meta
I played jokingly Alpha
It was a riot of type Beta
”... Time to test the schemata …”
Arc.of.a.tech.sure….
Painting a picture pure
Tables related undone
Mental re.codification.On
Reason clears the horizon
Sunrise surprise modification…
Interface driver recollection
Spectacular calculation
Stored and passing inspection
Lines designed for flexibility
Waves of water transparent…
Currents of Lito come urgent
”... learn it…” He said…
So Pablo started in Madrid…
Cubist stylist consisting of Time.
He was their favored Rhyme…
”... shields to test the mind…”
"A slow brush, penetrates the wind."

7 Dimes

”...daughter dear come sit and play
I’ve drawn a star to show the way
Here are the dimes, one for each day
From point to point, place them all I say.”
”... a wallet and a watch…”
Time is moving and I’m to catch!
Forth dime placed on the One to match!
How, and how now the rest….
”... spectacles …” spectacular tactics
Respectable… the genuine articles
Detectable… ” a thinking machine ”...
Never giving up, even in her teens…
”... this test tickles…” she said
Sugar plum dimes dancing in her head
”... Rudolf, there’s a read to know…”
Red lights lead the way through snow…
Deals were made in the long ago.
Now I’m One and soon to be Two
Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe.

Chance Death...

How, many more times shall we meet
Standing in stares and feet to feet
Negotiations done in the year of Seven
We agreed you’d take only the forbidden
Now here you are to collect your due
Chance Death have a deal, AND
....and it’s true…
” They’ll come for you too. “
They walk in pairs…
They enjoy cold beers
And offer Smoke on the table
it’s a measure of the stable
but make sure…
that the smoke is yours.

and Why am I hear, you might just ask
After an encounter with Death’s own past…
Sitting still when we talked the night
Listening still when he talked of light
Checking Time until five before nine
Death was alive but quiet his friend
I noticed… and I noticed to the end
That while Death spoke to make his case
Never did Chance give way his face
All hands clasped on the table in talk
Eyes shifting sides as the air got thick
Motion slowing to the speed of his lips…
Then I turned to Chance
and asked exactly, this.

” Take my card ” he offered to me
” Call on us ” if you’re ever in need
” May I have your blessing
and use your bathroom please? “

... know, this is not the night…
Always a great time but to die I’ll knot
So I took his card and I made it my heart
And then they left, by way of the gate.

I remain to say, nothings ever too late.

TEMPEST

.
Perhaps in the member of our branes,
we come to exist by each others hand…
Matter isn’t so until it’s seen,
waving on by otherwise ‘undone’...
.
Inside my mind it appears you’ve been
Riding the waves of my hidden winds
I’ve watched you walk my corridors
I’ve felt you touch my walls and floors
Secrets play in the color and form
Recorded in places of a time before
Will you find them all…?
.
My lives are long and I know you see
Secrets of my birth before eternity.
Cradled in my arms… you exist in.Me.
“Welcome” said the Tempest, She.
.
"Do you know, where you’ve been?"

Agreement

Kin, I am but one by the fire
”…U are in all…” came a Chime of Wind
”…Two complete a circle…you must begin…
We’ve crossed and we’ve crossed the Great a.gain.”

A girl stepped forward and out of her mind
Spinning moments to minutes in days to find
Positions are relations in Super Possibilities
i make know sense and as I do, we’ll see…

yOu

who are you that are in my mind
better step up or i’ll buck sublime
entertaining now for short of three yar
pretending and tending to the numbered car
built a burger with a bundle of bones
the lion go neon calling Nicholas home…
was it a cat i saw or a question mark
how many Indian were in the park
did I find a pebble and was it sound
were the red balls square or were they round
what is the coil around my arm
and the shape of light in the eye of Storm
k, you. tell me when I was born…

Can I Park Here?

Something soothing and soft to the touch
Pillows of green grass, leaves and moss
The damp smell of bark...
Can I park here?
Put my head on the lap of this tree?
Dream a while about a smile
Floating along endlessly...
Voice of the Winds carry me
A long mile... so can I just be?
And be Here, awhile?

Yes.

I remember...

Do You Remember...

Do You Remember...
What it will feel like to love Me?
When we touch what we'll see?

Where the stars will come to rest
Upon their place in Heaven's den
And all of Time will begin again.
Do you remember?
Do you remember Me?

My voice I set to travel Time in
beams of light I left a rhyme
and then I waited. Eternity past
and came again when the stars
at last returned to Then.





I walked a park upon a Spring
I felt you there before we began
And then I saw you. On a tablet
of stone I found know crickets
and the sound...

Yes. The Sound.
"...what's your question..."

My Name...

"... do you have it..."
"... it's broken in two..."
"... give them to me..."




Away through screaming light
Air brushed eyes blinding sight
And the earth moved.

Over the shoulder of my Mother
A doorway shrinks away as I look.
Trees moved the sounds of Rock
and the green leaves parted.

There at the stream we drank
and rested before we moved on.
My mother cried as she said his name.

Then she called me Ford and said
"Your name is Long."