Guinan...

"is there anyone out there...."

cupola cups of ...?
chest nut...
your move dearling...

bitter butter
battles the butler
but the better batter
was just a freak...

2036
"yawns"

oh wait….
that was just you,
"... pandiculaaaation…."

Maximus Interupptus

such good altitude here ;)
just a bit thin… on the air

oh look… is that a treeline down there?

lifted by a rift
a drift of lips
floating quotes
a basket of chips
“hows your clearance”?

beem me up who?
how
are we gonna do that

and so she smiled
...indeed :)

".... Guinan, it's you....."

lets make woop!s he cushions ;) lol!!!

Who moved the moon...

avoid, yet to
comfort the sun
the soul purpose
for why I return
these words
to show I yearn
for the light
missed
while I
kissed by sight
insisted to be...
I was blind
by the write
of my life
and still
my heart grew
and in forth
chose you
standing
to rise again
"imagining"
as we met
before there
above a world
after time began...
"an instrument"
of god etched
over land
what lay in love
upon our skin

"her eyes are on..."

and so
Who moved the moon....

touche downs

okay then
12.21

"swim low oscar"
the Polynesian islands
are a 'nice' place...

between CHI
seems
"uninterruptable"




the tree
branches
her she kisses
when she wishes
the whole universe
is about to slow down….
so we can ‘here’
“I make it up”
;)

way side

to fall
by the way
sides real
it was dealt
and was felt
in the eyes

“the guise”
the steal
of a heart
concealed

to what it means
“knot this time”

and it was
in so doing
of a rhyme
that a mind
found mine

“amid structure”
of up here
he said later
she
is
“the operator”
NEO
“welcome”
we’re not
in a cave
and the vase
isn’t broken

“the great save”
;)

three

“three…
objects
after”

and they laughed

one
to come faster
and another
comes first
she said
….later

it was heard
of a hertz
“who knows "
if another
one due
really shows

“he remembers”
from behind a sunder
there came a thunder

“and I said….
the underwood”
account is hear

three objects
are now
~quiet

near

a fedora's trilby

hark!
I hear a bark from the dark
I must be a dork
to know such fork
where I once thought
it might have been a chew
tridents reach intent
and in the light
I saw you



baffled minds unblinded
writting how maybe
could be if be was will be
while wearing a trilby
hats in the ring
hats thrown hatrick
the cat with his mat
was still looking for his hat
of yonder asunder was listening to thunder
lightening fork the duke of york
liked apple sauce with his pork –c

I do adore
a fedora
there
near the sea
an apple nose
an alien trilby
is a trilogy
… one
the likes
of which will be
when be
is two
become

aleo...

a
Leon
it's u

"are you awake ?"

cargo jettison
a jedi
it's a
knot so
far away
plan
it's not

are you pale, glen ?
I bet a buck ET you are....

never guesses

... while some just need SPacE

the human

the human race...
to wHere?

we are

we are not alone
we are not all.one

"...the devil knows..."

…how t.row

“so which, way’d she go”
the devil looks
and feels for gold
in faces of the crew
a pale lady knew
what she saw
in the glen
there
on the land

an isle once lay
on the shores of man

“water water, every where”
knot a drop for drink
and a want for care

“what she sees…”
the devil stares

and the question is
of a nature unseen
and a leap unknown

four the rimes
an ancient came
appearing on time
making sounds
the same
what…

what
you can “here”
withe me now…?

“on the bridge, number one”
we’re moving the moon…

devil in the details
made a midnight, noon

watch dog....

howls a corn god
the owls on fire
a sirene sang
for words desire
so the games began

the axis fundid;
is one and the same

a match date mate
requires a flame
"an amaze"
is just but a name

clear form

cryptic a dialectic
this script is
specific
in it’s specificity
it’s electric
and a test
of the manifest
predefined
to be destiny
in it’s mention
of intentions
and becomes some
and when some
of the intended
are around
it detects us

selected found
ergo
the nominal
echo comical
sound…

“… smile
you’re candid; …”

and laugh

we’re in good form

“quadrants clear
... I think "

Atoll

A toll of Nature
or one of man…
Death’s own count
on account of ‘we can’
show out loud
souls taken by hand
in the nameless faces
fall traces of sand
timeless places
now taking their stand

all this
in the name of I AM

reconcile
to the pace of ‘no end’
in dimensional space
there it sent onto land
what it is … ‘to receive’

live
what it used to believe
and be
what it was to deceive
four on
the account of Death
only one is to see

“… the name is Isabella
and I have 13 paintings
on my sleeve
if they bare your name
then with me
you must leave … "

All the ears rang
and by one
they
came

the b.o.b

beasts of burden
do best with less on
but the lesson is this...
to bare a breast
is to sip softly
of lips lost lust
released in the bliss
of a wish
who found love

"...remember ...we
are of the fires above"

who's got your eggo?

a who to how

brush strokes back
strokes of genius
mean for us
to understand
it wasn't rushed
the creation
back in a day
there were seven
and when time began
god created within heaven
where it is we now stand

turbulent
was the current
within events unfolding
as the space of gods time
came forth to knowing
the sky is a quarter
of squared ever after
and perfection
of a union
is bliss

there unto one
came another
asking this...
"and of what..."
do we hold as truth
when at the stroke
of a night
within pursuit
of a random light
a star appears
to ask in sight
of three blind mice
what it is they think
they can see

then who asked a how
"do we know
me?"

a line

do play
with ease
when you play
to please these
bare bones

"honey..."

it was money
on the make
to take
what in tone
might seem
to condone

"destiny..."

to test this
manifest form
of history

and with
a mystery
it was shown

the heart of a lion
yes...
"the eyes are
on"


four
she weighted
for


the horizon

a soccer ball

a soccer ball
bare feet
cans of soda
dare sweat
elevation from
firm mention of
gratitude… it
Has a name
in sinful bliss
joy is a wish
know it well to
love “a dish” and
move a tush
near a pokey brush
open to a crush
promising much
questioning such
ravishing pushes
as to sell it…
and watch
to know which
universe is …
very fly

what?and then
x said to y
“it’s just me”

a sad state of being
coward
in the face of seeing
how we could
butter and buttons
are boring
the sky is of thunder
and pouring
sheets hanging
blind to soaring
ghosts of the past
keep sour

on a soul
despite
what you think
you know

old demons
kicking and screaming
old meanings
licking at the dream

“I want to stay with you”
dripping from the beams

butt whats really sad
is the pleasure I’ve had
watching what bursts
through
wicked
seams

“come Grover
it’s but a clover”
and they’ll never
really know what I mean

Dogon it!

Vogon Jeltz... reading poetry

Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxyz.... what a ball ;)

Vogon Jeltz….

come on down!
welcome to the games
are u new to this town
and say
whats news is around
who’s tube is sound
and what the heck
are you doing
with a boat girl?
;)

James the gorilla Gillray
wants to know

!rats
it just started to show….