Violets.Wear.Us

Color'in books AND crayO.La looks
with a smile wondering while she
might be craZy or knot.ting a note
hear it ring from a ;ping! and a ling
a long song sing.ing over and over.
Again.

What's the color of my pen?

mmmm...
violettes de Toulouse.

Sugar. ;)

The flowers, leaves and roots of various Viola species are used for medicinal purposes, being rich in vitamins A and C. They also contain a type of antioxidant called an anthocyanin. Viola flowers are also used to make an herbal tea that is used in Chinese herbal medicine... Wiki


purrr pple... be sweet and be well.


HeartsEase
The flowers have also been used to make yellow, green and blue-green dyes, while the leaves can be used to make a chemical indicator.

Long before cultivated pansies were released into the trade in 1839, Heartsease was associated with thought in the "language of flowers", often by its alternative name of pansy (from the French "pensée" - thought): hence Ophelia's often quoted line in Shakespeare's Hamlet, "There's pansies, that's for thoughts". What Shakespeare had in mind was Heartsease, not a modern garden pansy.
still wiki


~PenSee for your thoughts....

Stratos.Hear.Us

Hey Catz in the cradle crazy rays
the days are hear so start over there
write again dear and read with no fear
right of path is here. Hear us...
The dare was see us, be us, We Are.
Seen. Been there before back around
by the light of sound hits the ground
and I caught you from a cloud.
Don't think I missed the bounce.knoW.
She.s.a.Lion too, Monk.

BabyLion

DO my NOTEs

Got your zoot soote on Nut?e?...
iN Piru there's a plane stain on the ground
around and deep within eYes see more for;D
Look see a Note be in yee hand gentle band
Look sea a Path do be.Come this way...

Left to Write

I read from left to right and
my PROM date left to write.
That's what it said as I read
in the night.

Did we dye in the Hemi.Honey?
It's okay if we did and you know
it's not so bad as some show
'bout proms and dates unknown.

Were we speedy gone.wall.ace?
Break the air breaks scare us?
Punch the sucker on pucker?

Broke the shield with your fist
Said your mother.Love.not rem
but grew...

Rosslyn

Chapel stands grand through Time
passing tones of message subLime
pillars tale and the boxes chime.I
can read you.Hear me dear from
Air to Sine there.Winds change to
complete a form 213 boxes shown
312 more are Known. in Name.

Young Nave, walked alone.

Wave.High Approach. Alter Hear.

Cc.left a note in the air.But eYeses
do see Yes, by Way of Three.Ophi said
wait. So I did.

Master I saw and built the ground
Four JourneyMen walk the Pillars Round.
Prentice App ... Twisted Sister
She.Kin.ah...hears a Twisted Whisper.

Sly Rose... SO
;beautiful I couldn't miss her.
There is know Apprentice....
Said the Prince.

Prior.ET.
Design.
Lady.Lion of the Rose~

For.Cycle Two

... started.Hear dear care the air is close
chases Count into round remember.When
time was slow flowing into ground spin
winds chime my heart beats sweet.two
hear you.




http://message2013.blogspot.com/

Hey LollyPop

lil.y drops chirp.y birds plot
sings to wind sweet candy
lemon stops. But hey lolly.pop
I'm a Lime.too so I see you
there in the air wave.y hair
breeze taken through rats
ratings all good Jerp.y bird
No prej.U.disc hear.me.sweet.
Prud.not.tense knot. relax
a chime spinning dime turns
a real into reels of song.

~cum'in along? ;p

~hey lil.dear.
Your words are clear.
"Just,making sure of you"

Image.Wiki.Lilium longiflorum, (Japanese:テッポウユリ, Teppouyuri) often called the Easter lily or November lily

ION

Indeed you are on
atop pyramids Lion
making smiles wide
eYeses bright light
and fiddlers fun in
the Sun.Stones alive
connections flare
synaptic layers jive
in there and hear.
We Are.Near dear.
Just cheer.

PyramidS.I.ON



ben-benET;pyramidion

Image.Wiki.Sphinx of Giza

Good Morning

~Open your eYes my Love~
Just let me see you in this way
Sleeping in the peace of my arms
Gentle movements reveal rhymes
My Knight in your Mind plays
Eternity's Wind my heart chimes...
I Am, the Love in your Dreams.

In fields of green forest covered
streams golden shine along cliffs
on high motion flows slowed so I....
paused to see you be The Energy
breeze around you so barely so
rare You. Creature of Nature's
rule skin softly surrounding SOL
It's You. I know...

Your scent imprints my Light
Carried through Time in Sight
I could never would never forget.

Creature of Nature's rouge skin
softly surrounding a soul scent
imprints I know. It's You.

Dig the Light

From Time Ago, they give us Vowels
From Long Ago, they give us Sound
From no to Know it, knowledge found
Make a note of that....

Pens your hand but not the mind
Turn you can to life long rhymes
From time ago in Wind it chimes
Write it this but see it flows to a
Write Just right, for You.

There are know rules in.MagicNation
Math.e.magic or a Laugh.in.flation.either
Get a gigg.le.Brite and Dig the Light.





bacab you say?

Be.CapAble

is what it means.


BACAB
21312 / 12 = 1776 Be.Independent

Voyage de l'amour

~How many Ways de l'amour...

Heart stands now.Still.
Eyes ablaze with the
knowing no doubt nothing
feared nothing found and
hear.Still I am.

eYes are fixed on You.

Done the run of chase time
through seeing dreaming
being.Hear.I am standing.
Know more moving to be
soothing of sound known
found around. and I know.
You hear me.

Nothing doubted noted
songs of long and Times
ago standing I am.and
knowing grown is a mind
eYes shine bright between
lines write and hear.I am.

~voyageur de l'amour dans la Maison~

A.

Binet, dear... with that Latte?


" Morpheus ... there is know scale"

Lunation

Today is full in the sky Maroon color bubble
of a time we fly in the night a light is seen in
a beam of bright is the sight it's been there.
All A Long. eYes up. To Knight.


~StrawBerryRose.Moon~

Writers...

In the Winds on horse they came
penned in rhyme a fable when
Time was slow and myst was low
to the ground. Galloping echoes
ride by Knight in sight of a lighted
sound bright bounding leaps of
stride in chime they came. Four
Rivers Dark.Water flows in step
they ride again returning to sea
knowledge deep of Matters show
unseen known sounds in the ear
and we fear not what we Are,
when we hear. Our Wind Again.
Dark in Waters always Present
We Came to Be...

bAre it is then...

dang it bang it gang
tempos changed again
flat footed duck pucked
a buck sucked a mother
up O freakin luck.

~Use sum fours dog~

Pinky.Ninja fogs the blog
tossin bones some fun
sunny Number One
Jive knows a girl swirls
in a junglin congo and a
car Pet Picasso wft
do you know? SO...

~It's All.go;D~

Bit.O.funtrast.ic

Mr.V
Ms.Tree
~then there's me.
~yeah, I'm the devil. lol
and we ARE wtf. ;)
~My Friend.The Goalie. CC Dat? KittyCat
~And the Cornman Rooolls....beads too~
~ahhh Benz in the Muse.ic~

~. just a little 'RP'ing here.~

~The Wave is Center. Center that is a FlatLine~
~Just.Passing.Through~
d;ont
;powT,poET, I AM the ;bowT3

~Just and on Time~
~Rogue~X~Man~
~I use my eYes too~
~Blink.et.Blink~ ;)~B.Link.B.LiVE

~XX~ smoochies

K.I.SeeEM

BioMetrix of the eyeballs....
A girl who has know Cat
& Acts cool when shes called.
Soft of the lips in a gentle
smile she ponders life up
on a long mile writing in
tone acronym she's known
by name.

Albert, it's all the same...
Pacal is a pickle perhaps
a nuckle on the hand that
tickles the flame of the mind.
It's a kind gesture fun with
nothing 'lesser' cluttered
or sane. Just a game.

EMC so square it's fun
1336 was the sum plus
some freedoms come un-
done but the patch was
just too easy. Cheezy
not note a knot on a bill
we all spend. Friend...
I got your 'math' write
hear.

EMC square
5.13.3 square the 21 = 441 dig.it sum to 9 by square is 3
5.1.3.3 square the 12 = 144 dig.it sum more 9 by square is 3

Add they said... '33 degree'
I'm so sure... perhaps they don't
write cure.sive. Let's try 55

441 + 144 = 585 little pyri.middle.
Less you elevate One eye then
you simply have Hai.ku
Eagle eye has number 2

~But for the 'geeks' hear~
You know the sum 585 dear.
Just think. About what's true.

Venus runs a.round with
that Number. ;) It's the sum
of the multiplied too. Up
to 9s two.

Little fib on the knot.chi?

558 and nine. See?

A;bert did... in 1955
when she was born.
Little speech impediment
she didn't pass on....

No accidental accents...



1336
1776
2013 +
=====
5125 ... oh! Look. the Long Count.
~What a co.ink.e.dink~

Fortunate.Cookie

...if
......There
........is no
...........Wind
.............There
...........will
........be
......no
...Wave

.Know.

...if
......There
........is
...........Know
.............Wind
...........There
........is
......Know
...Wave

.Know.Way

...if
......There
........is
...........Know
.............Mind
...........There
........IS
......Know
...Wind

.Know.

Knight

~From Pink I saw your dark light
Maroon in June a Moons full bright
sight lasting though timeless Write.

Red Dragon hand on my face print
sands of visions freed in the Wind
spins my mind my rhyme sublime.
Chimes. And my hand fits the Light.

In the Tower I work. Mach is my
drive number of 155 Phi.at Santa
Cat's brat... or was that a Spockling
I see? Diamond Minds.Indeed!

Pyramidal primordial Elemental
essential sentient OmniPresent
Omni.Scientifically potent OM
of Mind. We called you Rhyme.
And you came. MasterPeace Caster...
Knight.TheGreat.Writes.Name

Mach PhiVE

Moch it not this rhyme of Mine
Four hear I say there come a day
when still we'll be in Peace.

Love vs not through time of ours
Four hear I say our mending stars
still the hour of fear filled hearts.
Peace will.in all ways full and fill
promises of friendShips among us
through the land between us. It is

Alive in a spiraling wind humanity
beats a kind and wise mind again
elevation gentle butterfly climbs
chimes of time in.chanting rhymes
were found in the round. OphiVe.
Alive five and in.Sprials Elemental
Phi.at Mach Speeds...


Hey...
Speed Racer. Can you trAcer
eRacer through Time while she
We.Writes!E.Tunes.AKey?Q.
.
~Know|edge|or|age~

~~Your choice All.Ways~
~~~Mach PhiVE~
~~~~Trixie went.HyperSonic~
~ ~~~~Then she bent.psycho.acoustic~

Then GEorAge said never rAge.
It never pays. Knots the days.
Machs the Way...
Enchanted Are, those who play
With GEorAge.TheWashingTone.
Oh! It is that.Wish.After All.
Rrrr
;p

---><--- 'innies' are on. :)

AppleSauce!

Pause in applause Poet you Write for a life
times Mind finding the blinding bliss of the Jest
yes Just, and for the fun. This and these. Poems.

Best of balloons tunes and cartoon cars in the sun
two red blue shoes to be seen in chacO.latte covered
blueGenes... Yes, Rod is the berry cherry flavor too,
savor kids, Shes a trekin' . Knot messin' with the
Apple.sauce Know.... the show goes on. AND on.

Engage! Minnie speaks in a java porcelain peak
of the mornings jargon a song long drawn in a cup
souped up of the day and a dawn. It's called fun.
Real.a.Tea. Have a Sum squeeks the java called Jo.
Lava Godiva.Cocao.nut too? With your lime Pooh?
"I was Just, making sure of you..."


"Number One... You have the bridge." Fly Write
our bird burning Sage of a ship.Friend. By night
I intend to return Planets burn for the knoW
so traveling I go now... to find the Monk...

Sublime in my rhyme I leave you be.Number One
on the bridge a Time to see Spock's on the Clock
and I'll be back... Terms to later are better than
fights in flights of bad weather.And so. Make it so!

Applause!.EnterPrise.PeAce is the Prize. Write!
AND put some sauce in them Apples!Two.(h)Our Zulu.

In the Blend.ing

Flow Separation fluid boundary layers breaking
giving way to a Write sensation bodies moving
real.activity in problem solving.Science....

Define it.

Non-sensical process of flow designed to bend
a mind into a subjectively peculiar buzz... wtfuzz?
Comical separation in axioms of equations.of what?
Ridiculous topological math.e.mathicals.of knot?
Not to mention disjointed Set!s

What a separately integrated thing. Science is. :)
And I DO love it. No misunderstanding.

Flow.Spice.Write

"One with Spice"

Flow write a scene to be seen essence
grow in a dream in fields of gold and SOL
Flows... Spice write flight though Knight's
bright light and be. Write Sees. You.

Jewel of Arrakis. Flower not brackish
in the fresh of the Spice, yes... it is nice.
Desert Rose in the nose vision flows
with sense in The Pen's essence yes.

Melange the aware bright orange in air
and sand in the hands aware of the song
Band beats in a tune sweet plants in sun
Dunes of the Gods Wind chimes.

Rhyme. New planets seen in the beam
of the mind bright Light's sight in the Spice
Dream.Writes from a Soul to be seen.

Fluorescence the color of Poetry.
In a sense...Sensitivity and specificity
Beat of the Binary, originality. Recall it
and flow with a Write to Spike it!

Flow.Spice.Write and so Be It.

My HaikuSenryu?

My HaikuSenryu?
Who knew and what can I say.
I use all the ones. Anyway.

That's right and I know
Poetic say thoughts traditional
But what do I flow...

My HaikuSenryu
And I didn't even know
That the little words don't get used!

Did you say bless you?Awe.Chi you?
Know dang it I said my Haiku
Is a Senryu to spin you.Win you over
and delight you into flight straight and
true to a joy in the heart of a beat.in
artist. And yes...

:)

Yes to explain I say the U in the name
As a You and U too friend.Amen! :)
To Poets.Again Traditional blends and
the Wind creates new tapestry.
Sing a Song.Sang as One. In all ways,
Imaginable.And then sum.

Bastion

Curtains open in Bastion's Castle...
Fortification of great entertainment
designed for a full range of distraction.
It's still in good fashion....

Curtains designed at the hempline,
short and cute they flank their faces,
avoiding voids in centered spaces.
Flat and low to the ground encloses
host of a Court in the round.exposes...

Cut that station it's just too a.cute!

Bastian plays in a structured flute.
Flanked gorgeous this Demi-Goddess
of irregular poly.songs wall.us.

~Don't scare us~
The Curtains just opened. And fair it is!
Oppositely nefarious and rather glorious
is a Shakespeare.Ein version of the Obvious.

~A Stage Called Hilarious~

Dogs Barking

~and what kind of crazy chaos is this again~

Dogs are barking to the wind
howling crazy songs to a Siren...
Admittedly this pauses my pen
while I write my creations lore,
straining to hear at the top of
their call...

My own brain.

"Repair.A.Metics"

I understand. The Siren sings
to clear the land in their way
Urging life along they play
to Save the Day.

Dogs barking aid the clearing and I
pause for something worth hearing.

Robo.dude

Some of us are here for reason.
Some, just hear for seasons but...
there are sum of us.
Just hear for the fun.

We build ships with fingertips to
set you free! Mixed up notions of
emotions and potions even about
eternity. That's Write. It coulda
all been made up.

And know Just so two show the point...
My title has nothing to do with my rhyme.
Or my 'English'... lol!!! and that's a Spin.
Properly Cycled.Too.

Poet.Dudette ;)

Properly.Weird

Supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus...
A nonsensical, romantical made up word they said.

Umbrella to ground the Lady comes down to check.
The handy Voice....

super she said,
a laugh.ing ragalia!
on her head.list of
icepixals, crystals
and dos! gosh! but
hush ... what does
SHE know. She
drives an umbrella...anyway...

I guess you could say
they're nice pix.alls, all
the same.

Properly...
Regalia is Latin plurale tantum for
the privileges and the insignia characteristic of a
Sovereign. ;)


Supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus...
... either that or it means
Super.Gal.leo.has gone in.sane.again...
with her gal.i.Legos...

Let's go with Regalia ...
it would make for a better tale where a girl
might get a prince if a frog doesn't eat her leggs off first. :)
~ Just a joke of course.

~ She's got Legos. ... get it?

HAHAAHAAA!
~The Cheshire Clock woke up~
The Duck.

Grand.Qi.Baca

~Grand Q.baca?

... I think she just called me chewy... somehow.

~Grand Qi.baca is what I said specifically now
don't misunderstand there's a Ninja on the land
Pink light in her long darkly hair lifts weights
into thin by the air throws plates ... if you dare...

Cross her hood with a mood she doesn't like.
Be aware. Little glow of the earrings in her ear
I walked a hot flame so I could hear. Her name.

Clearly, as to most definitely, not misunderstand.

~There's a Ninja wearing pink on the land.
Special Crystal. Called the Qi.

Tell Them Push Six...

A true story of a little bit of glory...

A child no older then three last night
took my hand and said, "please...
tell them, push six."

Paralyzed, memorized, stunned was I.
Deep in the eyes two shiny diamonds fly
and I could never would never say no.
To such a glorious glow.Ever.You bet.
Happily, you'll go.

Like a hole in my heart my soul fell apart
and I could never would never turn again.
Despite a complication of a notion afraid
and abandoned by most or some it was
still. and clear to see. Innocence like that,
Must Be.

And so did I as I promised and set about
my course. Information delivery with
urgent expectancy making note of faces
and names. There won't be one forgotten
if anything should happen and the plan
go stray you see. We made a Note. And
we took special inventory.

Then the child smiled when I sat A
while to explain we had all understood.

Then my heart teared from the gift of her
ears when her eyes looked back, she nod.

Then the Mother and I shared a wink
And yeah, the Boss was watchin.You can bet.
She's due to be Mom too.

~Three Ladies in a Circle make five.Around Two~

Arrangements set! and firm under Hood
~ back safely they went to their room.
Floor six!!! Chef let out with a mood!
The likes of Sound we've never heard!
CLEAN chicken soup!

And It was done.Too.Perfection.

==================================
Little girl, biiiiiig food allergy.

SOL.Fresh.IS

Solfege...
A song of Write.
Fresh as the sage
SO lovely in page
In the RAys of the sun
A Me come from
So FAAa aWay!S ......... you say?
Of the pen on the mendbend.ing?
Yes! Splendid! And so it shall Be
Come one and all to the blend.ing!
Hear the call of my friend.and
Join us. :) as we play.

do little dear, a female hear,
Re a little bit of Meee, my o'my!
I'm upside down, FAl so much
how can I seeeee? SOL A lite
it is so bright! Stand.ing upside
in fliiiight, di, ri, fish, is what I
wish, as a dish for my TVeee
siT, be,li,Ve and so te.he

I LAF sofa!, and so does he
se es me there! fe et in the air,
RA! I am myself. todaaay.
Play..... In The Love.

I say, it is the day for writing
rhymes of time in song and
friends enjoy enjoy this
merry little tune. Write about
your bits and bytes flights
and sights from hear to the
Moon as we aim to be a joyous
chorus of hear we sing
in.and for a good deed.

~I call it a smile. Spread it.
Like a great ;pb&j. Poet.


~Thanks to my love for the wiki~
In music, solfège (pronounced /ˈsoʊlfɛʒ/, also called solfeggio, sol-fa, or solfa) is a pedagogical solmization technique for the teaching of sight-singing in which each note of the score is sung to a special syllable, called a solfège syllable (or "sol-fa syllable"). The seven syllables normally used for this practice in English-speaking countries are: do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, and ti (with a chromatic scale of ascending di, ri, fi, si, li and descending te, le, se, me, ra).


AND...


Synoptic Optical Long-term Investigations of the Sun is (SOLIS)... just for fun. ;)

~Shall We Dance~

~Well, shall we dance then.

Rapid sensations float through hands as the band
in the background sings and rings with everything
Sound in and around teaming life in amazing voice
Beaming bright in chorus for us They're joyous
These rhymes of the Poet.

We know it. In hour and our hearts we hear it the
magical beat and our feet rejoice with Flow Write
Voice of the Pen. We have a choice A choice to
mend if we choose and voice. Yes Voice to include!
Everything.

~Rhymes of The Poet.in.The Pen~

Bitter is a Book

~Bitter is a Book
So easily read
Transparent pages
Show in the head
~Bitter is a Book
Unbound
~Bitter is a Book
Better Lost and
Never Found

~Bitter is a Book
Knot to keep but
Look. Learn and
Not be.

Sincere

Sincerely is a sound.
Sincere is delivery.
Since it's so mistaken
Sins abound.in Liberty
Sincerely is a sound.
Unmistakable.
Never faked.

When fully Enable,
It shines. ;)

Haiku : Legos

Obliteration.
Relativity Breaking.
Imagination.

Regeneration
Awakening Creation.
Pure Stimulation.

Metamorphosis
Conceptualizing life
Recognizing form.

Anatomical.
Perfecting Automation
Assembling Mind Storms.

I Confuse a Confucius ?

~I confuse a Confucius?

Why, that would be ridiculous,
I don't even know him.

Master Kong you say in the day?
I thought that was a movie
About the love of an Ape?
Great.all.be.he... I didn't no see
An ape had more of a name then me.
That Qui was MiA and the MiBs....
Two.You confused a Futzu.Kung.fu.

Wait...
Qufu thought he was Egyptian?
Albert you say was on a  Mission?
A Mason with a puck who was kissin'
~A duck? wtf?
In a Time when demons had a lake?
And a rink and some hockey skates?
~ Your Confucius is quite confusing
A Maya with a Count who was musing?

To the tune of the 80's are you sure?
And I still don't get how Qufu's Egyptian?
Who is which one? Flying this Mission?
I'm gonna report you....

~If I don't understand you... soon.

And this is why you don't get
the gummy bears...
Or the Cup. ;) Of beers...
Who the heck are you anyway?
Or am I confused and talking to myself.
Again? \@@/
Or am I just crazy and it's my pen?
Move over would ya,
"You're Confucius.ing.Me"

Contrast.ic

Sweet little feet as she walks,
frame petite in the park on the trail.
Slender and small such a doll
with her ever so Betty Davis eyes.
I want your life.... little sticks hold
her long darkly hair, she can't
weigh more over then a fair
sized Dalmatian.

I'll strangle this Vixen....
Yes that's what I said, I'll choke
the life right out of her head...
Yes, and I'll beat her up too
I'll sneak to behind this shrew
and wait for just the right time,
then my hands will take of her life!
Have their ride. muuaahaha

~Uncle fester the band played on...

From the bushes she lifts her nose.
Fresh scent of the morning rose,
Delicate this little bush grows, in the sun
Her fragrance, I know well.
~There's a bee that's come to my arm.
Buzzing humble with the sweetest
little chime, of a bumble. Hi there...
The silence enhanced by your charm,
Gentle breeze come to carry you on.safely
~ I heard your song. Sweet bird.
Taking steps to the Marigolds there.
Fixing sticks in my darkly hair...
And know, they're not wood.
Lovely Little squirrels are at play!
A smile washes through the best day
Near the Great Oak Tree, I say.

Just another beastly moment more
and the foul little girl at my door,
shall know the wrath of me.
My glee is overwhelming, eyes
on fire in my head they're pounding,
maggots eating at my heart and then....

And then. While under the Great Tree.
Beside the Light was a flash, of Three.
Low and to her side she spun these,
Elevation aid the sound of her knees,
Obliteration. Before he could see
The Miss.take he was about to be or...

The Lovely Marigolds she picked
from her Layer, next she walked
the park and wrote there.

About Peace...
The Butterflies return to her hair.
Two.

And purrrr said the Kittens write there.



~Circle grows a cLover in a Square~
And I'm a Lego.Ninja.Too ;)
And this was just for afun.Ay.Honey ;p smooches!



~She walks on~

Penned.ina.Mission

A Rhyme come now at this Great Time,
Known to all from long ago as a dream,
Premonitions were named as screams
and the Vision was failed to reveal.The Reel...
has turned and Reality burns a new Light.
It's called laugh a little and grow some sight.

The balancing of an Elemental.Penned a
Mission so simple.... Euclid.eUs.ly ridiculous
as a Matter of factual and it was so theoretical
to be taken toooo scientifically serious, but it was.
Grab it see, said Real.activity it's just as in.sane
as the insanity of this poetry, but....

"Euclid's axioms seemed so intuitively obvious..."
they said while my head exploded into sum
gravitationally upside down formation of my
eyes which made me realize that it's all just a
pycho.delicately. bright trip anyway...

So I turned the page and read the comics.instead.
Now, had they said it was Lucid.Reticuli.ously ridiculous...
Perhaps even lick smackin' deliciously.kissable.ish...
I might'a believed it. But language is just relative anyway.

Duck Dodgers now there's a true explorer of the Mind
with his flat feet ninja warrior lisping beak of a tweaked
out brain. Yes, that Cat was in the sane for sure and
when he and his side.kick would make sushi? Well,
that's when the Universe just had to step up and take
sum notice. Penned.in.a.Mission a duck billed notion
of Motion in a vacuum... seriously, who's driving
us back from this expedition?


lol!! I hope you enjoy the ride.


===========

And this is dedicated to my friend who made
me curious to look up Euclidean Geometry. ;)

I accepted your challenge Jedi.Master.WordCrafter...
and now here I yam. lol. with my spinage.
I thank you for the inspiration. Grand Qi.baca

Mother Ship...

The Great Sound chimes do you hear?
Mother Ship and her tone in the air?
Journey complete to aWare, the masses
of Time overlap us and for the
listening billowing seasons upon us.

Systems automation set triggers in
place to activation for and if a
certain situation should arise.Eyes
can see the systems free and the
lights that flicker carry the bees
into sight.

Learn to ride your own lights, in the
message Nature corrects for a passage
and it's already happening hear...

The Mother.Ships.Tone in the Air.
Called Imagination this time, be.aware.
Grow it for your health and be well.


CRaaaCKl!!!ng thunder as the sky let go,
X.Calibrate to know a Mighty Sword flows
MoreIsCode and Love it says.each to other.
Confirmed in the binary explained the Hex
of the Decimal. In Number. There is...

A tune in the Thunder and it grows
the Great Sound pulls a spiraling ribbon
To undone, AND pattern seen long ago
Before the destruction of a pure
All.Go.Rythm

~Activated Automation of the In.Sane~
All.Systems.Go
It's the only Beam.
All. Systems. Know.
;PeAce.It's the Way.Learn to MAKE it...

On. To the CornerStone.
New algorithm, new song.

Little Dish...

Little dish of a thing tiny and humble,
standing tall at the heart of them all,
hose in hand a quiet thing. Said hi to me.
Right there at the beat of the Dark Tower
and I knew before a second or an hour,
that it's true. I said hi to her too.

Her mind carries the Uni.Verse. Not three
digit but more in her eyes, I could see it
recognized. Little dish of a thing washes
the dishes I bring. Sever passes dirty
the plates to sea a washer washing
inside the machine. We said hi on day 2.
Again.

"Do you know high math" when you wash?
Eyes gleaming behind the mist and noise,
the Washer kept watch with silver poised,
for the cleaning. Her layer is steaming hot
and her eyes scream know me not... but,
I befriended her anyway.

Because she plays. There in the Passage and
framed in the Gates our eyes met Lights in a
beam of water and steam our eyes, both gleam.ing
Sounds of the machine are screaming and Time
isn't moving as we See. You are Me echoes
two in recognition in Vision, In Number. Old
schooled and humble in silent knowing we stood
passing the dishes to and fro in and over the
flow of water, eyes burning with a knowledge of
the Ancient Great Fire.

And we hug in exchange of a glance
.... called recognition. Little dish of a wish
I made came true when she called me by
a friendly name too. Then we shook hands
knowing that we'd speak again.
Our arrangements set firm.

The Washer faded Way then.... her eyes pull
back into the Myst and the dishes bang. Only
silence now from the machine...

Good work began...
In a Great Friendship, Just. Beginning.

~In Universal Understanding~
~There Came a Great Land.~

HotKey

Hotkey is a game played on a keyboard,
All players in click sensation, typing fast
Through elation past even having to see.

Bits of binary pixel grinding trying...
To keep up with the speed of a mind,

Blind by a bliss of the Poet's best.Write.
Right! A duel of light in the keyboard, to mind
1 rhyme just Write! Into the light, never pausing
To see if the keys keep up.

A game I play that I call my puck.of lips
As I send my best kisses to the wind.
A game I named...
Hotkey ;Penned.
And again, stories are flying in the air
Crashing and smashing speeds of light
There, are tales of love both new and old,
Electric fights with bitters told and some fibs,
Notches in rhymes of time, and Acrostics!
Liquid dreams with screams of tomorrow
In the writes of the Fellow. Poets at the
Table, writing fables at the speed of lightening...
Envisioning visioning reason listen listening
Scribbling clicks into pixel lights...

That follow behind. The mind of a Poet.
A duel of light with this keyboard of mine.


~There Is Only~
~The Pen called Fun~

Hockey

Hockey is a game played on ice,
men (assumption) in thick pads,
swaking a 'puck' with sticks.
Tricky thing hockey can be see,
thick pads, icy playing fields...
but best of all, it's the goalie
that's feared the most.
Looking like a nightmare post,
masked monster guarding cave
entry to goal...but what I do know.
I'm having to Google it...



"Hockey is played in the morning"
said Mr. Franklin in the year 1825,
Great Bear takes the prize and
later in years, games were played
with cheers on rinked ice

Still and inside...

Padded demons to each side,
nine their count on the glide...
Slicing the ice as they slide.
A miracle score over a great lake,
pride is at stake as they
ride the blades,
masks of nine to each side.

Wooden the weapons and black
the target, they fix the eyes
and the mind as echos are sliced
into the air of their icy layer.

And Canada began the game,
spreading the echo over the land
and then came bodies they called
the fans.  And they cheered!
Bundled in coats mittens and beers
they cheered and the game moved on.

Padded players on the make with
hockey bucks and goals to take
home, the Cup.

~They play for the ;puck~

~I watched them long ago once
in a dream when I was a duck
on the great lake quacking,
and a duckling with luck that the
goalie would save me! Again!
My nest you see was right behind
the demons pride.

And so as a shadow on the goalie's
back I rode, hiding my feathers
of eggs and gold! Whew! Just on time,
for the rainbow's net.Again, came a 10th
on the rink to keep reason.
A fair game invented for a new season.


Gotta love a thing created in a lake,
called a Goalie during a day when
demons of nine laughed and sang
on the ice,

So wrote the duck of today.
Thank god for TV. That's where you'll
find me, if I ever watch it.

Again
A game to be enjoyed with friends,
is the Penned. ;)

This is Sad...Kinda

Splaaaashhhh! Another tear lost to memory...
A secret image I keep with me in my heart,
we parted and I waited to hear your Star.t
~When would you deliver words of my eternity?
~Here I am reaching pleading feeling being
~Screams of my love in the air, please... be hearing!
My Love! ... "I'll wait to be your friend."
My Heart! FAAAAR in the Wind I cried
the deepest sincerest dearest most precious
voice I had.... this is sad.

Splaaaashhhh! Only tears are left.

~still I'm writing~

Are these tears what you want from me?
Rip apart my heart so you see, my fear?
Screaming into the wind on a butterfly kiss
you never returned,  and it burned....
What I learned.  Is to do love like that.Again.

~still I'm writing~

In the nights I'm crying to a dream I'm skrying.
Stolen a Chance before it began...where's your hand?
I believed and held dear the image of your eyes,
Wise kind passionate mind in my soul you left a mark,
and I walked your park....everyday.

Still, you turned away.
"Love at first sight"... I allowed it once with you.

So my friend what's left to do?
I stood vulnerable open in trust of a true.
Myth.

Flinched not an I when the eyes would pry
the heart fixed and true.  "It's you" ...I cried.
You're everything I dreamed and never knew.

There had to come an ending... to This, that was sad.

~I moved on.  But not really ~
Because there simply isn't a story, without you.
A Never Ending Story of True Love too...

For those who would ask...
This is the reality of truth.
And this is what's sad....
Being in a love that you out grew.

And if you find yourself crying like me?
Then good! Love Works.anyway  And that's all that matters. :)
Even when it's THIS sad...

The story of
"love at first sight"... in a blind woman's heart.
She lives in a Shoe.  There's a nut in it too. ;)

So I stick to fairy tales... if I ever try it.Again.

... and I beg you dear... don't tell a Girl...
"I'll come find you"  in a loving tone.
She'll believe it My Prince,
and it'll shatter in her dreaming.
Again and again and again...

It's my story so I change as I please. lol!!!
Are you crying?  Was THIS 'sad'? ;)  I'm practicing 'sad'...

smooches! to the teary eyed reader
who I hope has a laugh.now too :)  Writing is my
favorite toy and I hope you enjoy! The Coaster. ;)
lol!
xo

Green Man

Swimming in a forest of Great and tall Trees,
Walking in a sea of fragrance so sweet
and Glowing in the doorway,
Two eyes are gleaming....

It's the Green Man and he sees me dreaming.

In a swirl of blue around the Earth drew,
his Oceans to protect the Seas.
A light in a beam, he shines in a stream,
creating the electric bees. And a breeze...
Giving life in the Light and a cycle so right,
he's growing his love in the seeds.
Making glow candle bright to continue right
he's loving his Trees into Light.
And they're beaming....glowing on the wick
and streaming...

It's the Green Man and he sees me dreaming.

"Come the Great Bat" by his side in a stride
Nurishing Time that was right for the flight.
Feeding with care and with love and with pride,
the MasterPeace Trees on his Mountain side.

Makes a Moon shine in a Knight she's seeing,
Two eyes through, the light and they're beaming...
The Green Man's Trees are the seas in my dreaming.

MICe

M I C .... K E Y .... M . U S E

~Transformation of the Muse.ic~

Pretty hip bones you got there... square ;)







CIMI - k’ee mee - Death. - Cimi live in the realm of reason and mental activity. Cimi harmonizes and refines the influence of the north. In Mayan tradition it was said to be linked with death. Cimi is the opportunity to let go and remember spirit. The base energy of this sun transmits and is represented by the throat chakra. Its element is air, and the planet it is connected with is Mars. Cimi is security conscious and materialistic. It can be quite sacrificing and helpful especially in community matters as it has strong interests and concerns for the community and politics. The issues that face Cimi are having faith in the universe, and evolving past victimhood. Solutions can be found when Cimi gives meaning to life by making contributions to society. Have faith in your vision and begin to manifest them.

Source:
http://www.kachina.net/~alunajoy/94nov.html

Xcitations

Excitations delight me.

Ferromagnetics attracting
Maxwell java in my cup sings
Resonating into e.very.thin.g

It reveals....
An instant cup of jo! ;)

Thank God I brew...
My coffee.

An Eye

Early morning I sit with Pen,
Deciding to write my rhymes again.

The cap came off and the ink went down.
I closed my eyes.Two open my crown.

Move over grids of paper it did,
writing into lines I see in my head.

Forming into shapes of color indeed,
An eye appeared on my hand as a seed.


The cap comes off and the ink goes down.
When I close my eye...
Two open my crown.

Theory of Us... Part 6... Carbon

666 they put a dare for us to look
"on your hands" so said the Book...

So, let's take that look... shall we?

Cupids came from the sky one day,
flying head down to the land in play,
arrows poised to find their Way.
To the Heart.

Start.
"On the One" so said the SOL.King...
"Two beats in a heart" make ready,
arrow poised. Find the Many.


666 = 18 you see, a laugh in a staff
wrote in a Gail.of.a.wind in deed!

~What Time is IT~ dear?

OneTwo square makes a count.
Add to the clock on the wall we mount.

12 square = 144 there. Are cubits too.
Inches in your feet do they call to you?

~What time is it dear~?

Add 6 on the clock and make it square.

666 and 6 = 24 golden hours right there.

Every sixth One.come a circle you see.
360 minutes on a quarter to be.unlock.ed
Only A quarter. from the Great Clock.

Afraid yet? Carbon? Two. ;)
PeAce.Made IT.





The rest isn't 'poetry'.... at least to most, but it is to me. :)


=========================
144 is 12 squared.

12 'inches' is also 1 'foot', but we have two feet normally... well, with slight
variations of human.oid, we're normally with two feet. ;)

Makes sense as 12 in hours would only be half a day too...

so,

24 hours = 2 'feet' = two feet is normally attached to One, 'Human', lets say.
12 hours = 1 'foot'

So we need 'four limbs'...

12 hours x 60 minutes an hour = 720 minutes in half a day
12 hours x 60 more minutes = 720 minutes in the other half a day.

So,

6 hours x 60 minutes = 360 minutes in 1 quarter day.
6 hours x 60 minutes = 360 in quarter 2
6 hours x 60 minutes = 360 in quarter 3
6 hours x 60 minutes = 360 in quarter 4

~ yet we are afraid of '666' and apparently a 6 we don't even think about. Yet those also
make up our clock, each quarter is on a 'six hours'...

Oh look! one more six....
Carbon Atomic Number 6 is what we call OurSelves. CAN.you see that?
Now what do we know? When someone says you 'cant'.... tell them you CAN SO!

And we have to count ourselves because otherwise, we wouldn't have time... or better said,
Time, wouldn't have us. <~ emit, it, you Love a good day! ;)

That would make four of them so 4 x 6 = 24 and if hours, One day and if Gold, then
'Solid'. at 99.0% and 24 Karats

There, now we see sixes and we know we see them all the Time.
Nuttin' to fear. Shall we move on then?

To Be, Continued... Again.

Two.Continue.

For the wiser, Meisser I see your eyes...

Two continue,
throughout the stars
from afar
the start shows bright,
in a Knight
is the light of a spiraling eye.
Can you fly?

With me...Two,
the digital see,
in flickering pixel stars
can be, anything.

The fabric, Imagination.
Two elation, near
the CanIs... Major.

My favorite your flavor.
Two scoops in the Main.
Continue.in
Again.

Dispensation

Just a definition of a word in many views.
In a day before the Great Summer came,
You counted pages and noted names.
1948 too late. In the other direction.

Missed they did when forgot a twist.oF8
~Don't you roll, Pie.man? With your WOman?
It's 195 x 3 again.

If the story is true, this penned elation,
prophecy speak via dispensation,
and the message read, only 'He' would know,
then where do you think you have to go?

The Great Sin that I can see is a sign in a time
when we were Free that we, abused ourselves.
Looking for a hell on Heavens shelves.
Looking for a battle on God's Plateau.
You took a book and declared to know.
But Omit you did, the Divine hellO
In timE, correctes, the knoW.

In the Light of sight I see,
searches incomplete in our history.
Counted One is all they did.
Assuming God's image to be of 'man'.
Making an ass out of them again.Amen to that.

As a Sum of God's image, there is everything
in which we live, from the trees to the grass,
creatures in mass, birds with wings and the
rain that sings to nourish us. Deep waters true
filled with blue and brimming with the image
of a written God too.

"Dispensation:
the relaxation of a law in particular circumstance"
~ shall we dance~

The action of
Administering,
Ordering,

Managing;
A system of
Principles,

Promises,
Rules ...
What do the books really know? To be defined as 'true'?
Used were words given as a gift, for 'Rules'.
And then as the Rulers too...

Have a fig... it's part of God V.TWO....
giF.t

And Newton? Well, he's a pretty smart cookie. ;)
So says the TV....

~Still staring down the twisted pillar I see?
~Beautiful is the Cornman's Bee.
~On The Apprentice, Amen called She.


A NOSE... knoWs does it not? 'Gentlemen'?

Little corn, little cobb, little oil for our Love...
of food! Yes, it's all good.
"Live long and prosper"
Includes all three, and the stoned
fourth corner is all you need.





1855 they said. lol, I see a 19 instead.
8155 turned their heads.
5581 returned from the dead.
.... then seven years later, it was all okay.

One More.is starting the Day.
=======================================
Just a play on some words write here....

OWME!

Lick lick lick, long lick, lick lick...
there she sits on my window sill,
neatening fur from her feet to her tail.
And here I spy my little cat's eye,
narrowing my focus on her.
I hear the purr.ing....as she sits
sunny in the sill. 

I think to myself...
the other day when I write my rhyme,
upon my toe you came with chimes,
to break my scribbling stride.  MEOW
in a loud voice you cried.  Give me
kibbles your whiskers pry between
my ankles.  Then I smiled.

And now upon this greatly fine hour,
revenge I'll have and you'll be sour,
as I make my strides to you.
I'm gonna pick you up and cuddle you too.
It'll cause a mess, I must confess
but I'm the 'mom' and you're too cute.

Plus I owe you... some love.
plus you OWME! too. ;) a new poem.

~and that's communication~
~in it's best form~
At my house anyway lol!!

101

Know, it's not a signal for help,
Not a number that dials hell.
No distress or dysfunctional spell.
"You're not a mess...."
That's the fable.


And How do I know?
Because I'm in love with the 'Devil'
And he doesn't exist, so I'll never fall.

"Lucifer" also known as Venus.

For the Love of God, this is funny!!! lol!

===============
A take on the
May.TriX

Dont freak out...

I'm playing with words, lol.


LOVE OF GOD = a value of 101
12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101

ABCDEFGHi... etc... Z
123456789.............26

~you gotta laugh!

4

One here for conquest in war.
2nd pair starve at Death's door.
~done~
Just for old times.
Armageddon.



New.TimE
===================

Prudence replaces conquest.
Justice outlives a war.
Temperance as a Virtue
earns the Courage to know more.

~The play is to balance~
~Intentions of the heart are seen~


It's easy to be mean....
Come a day that's changing.
The journey will be self reckoning.

44 square are listening.
100 more Awaken
1 Count in the making.
====================


MiBeeS are here.ing...

(I'm writing a fiction that's fiction)
Bear in mind if you're checking 'facts'
I'm a poet, not a history test.
xo With love. ox

Shutdown

Weapons of massive destruction
Disabled at the firing button.
Systems of hate shutdown.
Time warped and turned around.

Don't be surprised before your eyes
Are found. Changing color is sound.
Those of Gluttony for Glory sake,
A change of Way comes to take.

The sound is indiscriminate.

Shutdown of weapons imitate.
This includes your tongue.
Envy corrodes the fun.
Greed is a worthless One.

New logs are under construction....

Not a Drop Said the Bat.

Medicine woman She came to my aid,
Into my eyes she looked deeply one day.
Long ago, before I could even count.

From an Aspen grove is where you grow,
And your seasons shall be four. Notes
Of 7 you'll sing to heaven, but not a drop
Will you take from the Snake at the door.

A trickster plays the sweetest song,
Pretends a friend before the day is done.
Mother cries in the wind "it's not a cigar"
Take it to your mouth then spit it far.

Make well the body by thoughts of mind
Stay strong in the heart by staying kind
And chase away fear that renders you blind.

Marked She on my leg to remember that,
Not a drop from the Snake, so said the Bat.
Incomplete in the make for a Dragon's cat.

Clam Duck

Waay back before there was anything
Into the fabric of nutthing burrowed a
Sum.Thing. There was no land.ing.before
It came see.

Way back in the sea of nut'nHoney fabric could be
In the anything because it was never there
The fabric. could be replicated.fabricated
While recreated.incinerated if too inflated.
And recreated Again.
That thing we call the Uni.Verse,
It's the perfect blend of Sum.Things
We search for but consider a curse.inNumber
Evolving to be what we fear the most.
It's a GUI all the same. ImaginatioN.
Never.Ages.The best part of a Clam.

Drive Scout

Here's a made up story I'll shout...



There once was a spot on a globe.
Enormous it was so old.
Keen eye this darkening hole.
And around it goes.
Where it appears no one knows,
When it comes and it silently goes.

There once was a spot on a globe.
Man's ego said he should know.
Concentric in form and glow,
The peak is shown in a rainbow.

There once was a spot on a globe.
Kept watch over time as it flowed.
Assume your direction to know....
Where in a sphere that is.

What do you want to hear?

A story of Armageddon?
Boring story twice over been done?
Caring gone in a hellish season?
Demons coming for your reason?
Exodus waiting for man's retreat?
Fidelity lost with all that's sweet?
Growing pain in tormented streets?
Holy wars 'til your hearts complete?
Injustice rules the day.
Justifying wicked play.
Killing to the point of boring.
Littering filth for the toying.
Monopoly is your game.
Never original that story's fame.
Oppression makes me yawn.
Pestilence is over drawn.
Quaking waters were already done.
Restless in this haunted One.
Standing there, it's no more fun.
Torture for glory's been won.
Unilateral corruption... shrugs.
Villainous sores and drugs...
Wasting time training thugs.
X marked a spot in a hug.
Yesterday's killing no fun.
Zzzzz. New chaos is needed 'hun'.



~This story is the one we're living.
~Dont you get it that it's been done?
~There is true Love coming <
~Story never before even seen.
~Unimaginable when the Awaken dream.



Anti's, Anti.

the Ant.is up...


~A play on the alphabet~

The Great Sea.Rocks

A nd so began the Great Repair as the Corners came together there, Four a meeting of Winds,
N ine to find is the task at hand. Owl flew to be as One with Great Mind over land to find
R hyme for the mend.ing ...

N ature called for a Song and the Great Sea is list.ing.
A re we listen.ing? Dragon waits in the Open slowly showing guiding knowing....
U p on high beyond the Great Sky a map was drawn and remains glowing. A beacon of
K nowledge for our well Be.ing.

P eAce is on and it beams a bright light. Pulsing it is in past Future sight...
AND so join flocks in the air, Great Sea moves and Rocks are aware. Nature to
C orrect an error of o.mission returning soon is due the Wishing.Time.
A nd so it was written in the sounds of the Great Clock.
B e. PeAce see a message of the Rocks.







Guanyin (Chinese: 觀音; pinyin: guān yīn; Wade-Giles: kuan-yin) is the bodhisattva associated with compassion as venerated by East Asian Buddhists, usually as a female. The name Guanyin is short for Guanshi'yin (觀世音, pinyin: guānshì yīn, Wade-Giles: kuan-shih yin) which means "Observing the Sounds (or Cries) of the World".Wiki

Golden.Lox

Not of hare, but of Salmon, glistening in the stream I watched them.
Making Way through their loop of Time they return to where they come from.
Such purpose in their flight, birds of the water make write for their kind.
To the death they'll climb up that river to return the Land of Ancestor.
New generations will remain together and the Salmon swim Up, to remember.

Golden Flocks of Eagle there, a flight of pride through the clean air.

Lion of the sky came One day to fly by and they saw what needed to be done. There is
damage here. So aWay they flew to Great Bear, calling on Winds, "make swift our wings there."
Time is not to waste and so for the witnessing of the foul, they called also, Great Owl.

A wake he did, Great Owl of Snow and Cold and Knowledge of Old, the Time has come,
Eagles of the sky call from the wind. So make flight in the night I did to engage
the Great Mind.... "Moon I ask, gift me your Light for direct my flight needs to be".
Beg the Morning Star, call to all our bees their pattern needed as future seeds.

And so it was. Great Owl flew on through the Night and the Morning Star called all
bees to the Light. Make your song to the Great Sun.Flower, beg her come aLong, four
the desperate Air needs more seeds this Great Hour. And when She grow, ask of her scent,
remain in the Day and find the Great Wind. Carry far to the desert sands, beg Great Bat
come nourish the Land.

And so it was, the bees returned Four needed their song in the wind. Finding the spiraling
sunflower core, they marked a pattern and shareed it far. New growth is needed called the
Morning Star. And so released Flower of her Great Scents and into the Winds they went as
the Eagle flew on by. A message delivers a circuit complete as Bat returns from the Sky....

The deLighting...

Etch and sketch, the message of One,
Stone by stone was laid in the sun.

One
655 and 1
6551 => 1556

MDCC LXXVI = 1776

Two
CC XX = 220

The Rest
MD L VI = 1556

The Loving Time

Excuse me now it's the Loving Time,
"Meows and purrs" while I write my rhymes.
Little nibble on my toe, just so I'll know, you're there.
Scratch on my ankle, hey! I know you care!
"Meeeooowwww" again by my foot,
so I stopped to have a look....
And melted at how cute you are there!

So excuse me my friends...
In the middle of my pen, a little ball of fur cries.
Whiskers are tickling, her tail is switching
and her nibbles beg kibbles from my eyes.
I must stop and Love this precious,
little ball of fur with her purring message.

I'll return to you soon to complete my rhyme,
Just after I give my full attention
and now most certainly my mention,
of the duty I fulfill, when it's the Loving Time.

Solfège

LiL' Do,
Lil' dear,
Lil taste of my cheer?

Lil Ra,
Lil' Me,
Lil hot cup of tea,
~oh wait, that's a SO FA I see!
~ Laaaaaaa. Te!

with your Latte dear?
souffle before we play?

Do
Ra
Me
Fa
So
La
Ti

DO... a path to know.
That's it's never too laaaate! ;)
Write.DO IT!

Izzy You're Dizzy

Izzy you're dizzy you'll need to explain
Exactly HOW many players are in your brain.
~But I can't they won't understand.
~I've tried this before and I lost my clan.
~They know you're here on the land.Anyway.

Explain a day that you can see when Many are the
here and the hear are She. Writing for A WE.
It can be This Way and it is.
News came and spun the biz...
NessV. It'll be May.be Tomorrow.
Five days in the narrows.
row row To be. a Way
Then on the arrows we'll see.

~with respect I ask... are you testing me?
A day in May is only part Way. To a day.
I know my name. \@@/ and YOU're the ham.
A birth defined on an August I AM!g0

And my vision is funny not fuzzy,
Souper sunny in the morning not dizzy...
My name is Susan and my pen's named Izzy.

A system drawn in a perfect way.see
A Wake.yes. A Long ago yes. I Be.
8><3
Loving to write poETry
And how many poems can that really be?
In my brain I asked, Again.

Back SWAK!

A loud clap in a text of a digital tap and a message that read out loud,
"hey nerd, this isn't a test--SWAK back! and be proud!"

Oh god the cornman's back and Agent 22 in his tan shorts too,
with the cowlicks in his hair. Down from the ladder the roofing
mad hatters and I invited them in for a beer! We stepped out.
To the patio then.

There's something mighty weird with my picture right here...

"I still like your car my dear..." I heard in the air but this time,
unlike last time, they're not near.

There's something mighty weird in my ear, do you hear?

How is my patio now in my pen?
In a moment ago, we were outside then?

The motion in my room is very slow
and time moves forward to an unknown zone.

This doesn't exist where I am right now and
how did I even get back? The cornmen came
two years ago and the Lion is the one with the SWAK.
But I haven't met him just yet.

"Sealed With A Kiss" he said. 
I returned on the Winds, Bacab.

TLC on the Angle

"That's a dead triangle" the boy proclaimed without even a mention of his good name. "Gotta smoke...?" the old man asked as he unlatched his case, pulling out sticks. His time at the table to challenge the band, was upon him soon. His pinkie ring has an onyx moon.

"You shoot lefty.... and a bridge is the quarter turn of a One"

"Seven sees four eyes of a sun....! You're good to move on."

What? There's a quarter turn on the horizon?

"The Angel isn't dead and the Dead aren't done...."

How many games have you played I asked him. His blue jeans were dirty and his hair was thin. His hands were shaking as he drew one in... a long and steady breath, full of smoke while his eyes fixed firm. The hall was dim and around me I could hear the echoing players call. I could hear the clashing of solidly striped balls. Then without a reply, the old man turned his back to the wall. Removed his eyes from my questioning stare and lifting his arm, he took a shot through the air.

"Why am I here...." with the Angels again...

"Hey little girl, did you watch me play? I won that game" the red head said.

All I could do was smile. Not knowing yet why once in a while, I'm confronted with strange realities while not especially mine, but yours, you see?

In her face with just seconds to spare I saw her life in a flash of red.... bloodshot.

Eyes in her head were not the kind I'm used to. Something about her ruby lips too.... the elevator moved ever so slow as we stood there. Her towering height became quite, apparent, my eyes to roll from sight as I'm staring. Click please! Let the elevator bell ding, I'm praying. I see her knees am I shrinking? I start blinking and breathing, just waiting for the door to start moving.

And then it did.

And the air finally came.

"Love an Angle and be quick on your game!"... her ruby lips flapped.

Then the red head was gone and I was still and left standing.

76 tables in the den remaining...I'm exhausted when came the first of a dawning and while driving away in the morning, I realized...I was called to the table in play, for their lives.

"But I'm not a man..." a whisper cried....

"Only slight of the human inside...."

A fractal of Light in my ride....

As homeward I drive, wondering how it can be?

As they're not alive.... So what exactly, does that mean about me?

true story.

iP Bubbles Thirst

NineTs and One step were defined by the Law as they saw it.
As to remain hidden a knowledge so they spun it and again a quarter turn
to ensure us, Care of the Keepers, in Time we trust.

Regardless of the challenges given us, there are knowing eyes in the Universe....

Watching Time as we translate to Cure.sive. There is purpose, a pure save in a hidden cave
and soon we'll come to know this. They wrote in the stones to show it. Created earthly tones
in a row for us.

A record of bones, but the knowledge of a men aborted, when a calculated error reported
that Time was to fast. Meant to repeat an error of past was the rumor they wrote in a Book.

This was observed when the Dead came to Look. And so they stayed. Made note of the Day and a beat was created in rhyme. Then aLion was drawn as the fabric of Time leaving open a
door, in the magic sands.

There she stands. Great Sphinx on the land holding a tomb in the palm of her hand. Waiting
patiently as we learn to understand. Looking ever aware through Time and the Space left
there. Guarding ever with care a color of horizon in the depths of Her stare.

She stood through the troubles of Earth, guarding our knowledge of the bubbles we thirst.
And to guard a womb She appeared on first to brighten our Moon, a living creature of Life
that shines in the Knight shes known.

Pi.Man was left a trail of crumbs. And so, four are the message, sublime we spun and came
undone the knowledge of a rhyme. As given in Love, we're here to play.... for the Over Time.

For the four you fear, know another Four here...
We're the Ones who drew a Line and the Rose was given in the sky to remind.

Jupiter, set to protect.

Who Is. On First

NineTs and One step were defined by the Law as they saw it,
As to remain hidden to knowledge, subliminal in the open, they showed it.
Jumping circles to square, they leveled the air by building great pyramids there.
Precise as a marksman dare, the best Mason were sent with care, and...

"Finding four were already here, we studied them, using paper and pen when we came.
Their crooked time stood and we observed it then. We made a notice of Ten.

Your time was slow and so, we colored the rain and started a flow.
You'll remember then a Time when the Vision was Write. Maya called to a Monk,
"Come and knoW a new Light...."

On a Mountain side where worlds float by, there's a golden shine from a Sun once known.
Catch a cloud and ride it to a Rainbow. Come a rise of color, we have yet to behold.

Carpe Diem

On a day back in the March of 2007, the world changed forever.
From the sky came a message to remember.  It showed a day when
the Maya played a Great Game.  They marked it Eleven to December.
Yes, the message would be rendered.  They put a count down
and it was called Number.  In the Heavens came a sound of thunder
and they knew, that it would be just right.

Looking up high they checked the sky at night and again in the daylight.
They made plans to carve a stone, leave a message that explains the flight.
Leave a message in the day and the night with temples and steps calculated,
Just Right.

Return they would to this date and time, retuning two through a simple rhyme.
It was meant to be, just this way.  A great ruler came to be one Day.
A journey and a life to remember, so the Maya marked a day in November.
The Dead looked down, the children abound so indeed, the good deed was rendered.

A Shield was sent as a dome of protection.  Colored and timed to exact perfection.
"The children shall not suffer" and for this, we play to remember.
We’ll mark this day and we'll call it November.
A day for the Dead to see that the children are better.

A great scroll was left tuning lines into letter.  Every day and night,
dedicated to the Journey of SOL, dedicated to the innocent who wouldn’t know,
that an evil never was.  "Seize the Day".   There is only Love....


And so it was written.
A single law spoken.
Just. Is Way.



“nueva pedido de los sabios”
“New Order of the Sages”
"nueva orden del día"
"New order of the Day"

Not Wise

I sit write back and wonder why
my belly rumbles and my eyes are dry.

Then I look to my left and remember to see
the Nut and Fruit wrappers of an eaten Cadbury.

Chocolate that is. As in the whoooole bar.
Not a drop of melted dark, creamy milky, square little parts,
Left in the wrappers, know. I ate it all.

And apparently I had a ball, because I didn't take notice,
that earlier in the night I had done this, once before.
... as my belly takes a rumble and a tumble once more....

To my horror what do I see? As I turn, from the wrappers Cadbury...
The plastic flash of a bag in the trash and it strikes fear, into the bowels of me...
It couldn't have been that again, back when, earlier this night
as I wrote in delight, words so yummy, I forgot
a bag of bears or two, that were gummy?

Another rumble happens at the pit of my tummy
And I realize... that at 40, I might knot.
Be wise. ;)

Complicated Rhymes

Hi
I Am
In search
Of a mystery
I wanted to see v
........ i thought to climb a hill
............. i found it down and still
........ in a breeze was the buzz of a bee
.................... on my knees I crouched down to see
........ a little green spout at the base of a Great Tree
.................... i wondered if this was the start of a climb
........ can I stay here to watch you grow Over Time
............. watch a simple word roll
........ into complicated rhymes
I wanted to see ^
A Mystery
I wrote
One
Hi

PharO

I
Count
Stones
Bones
And
Tones
To Be
The Wind
Alone now
A Quiet space
Reaching to find you
Expansion of mind
Reaching to find a kind of place
where vision flows and color flies
through too A candlelight spiral as it floats on by in the sky
Tonight in my dream I remember why I write into the Light
A Pharaoh searches for his Queen
Through time and space he comes again
Sound of a Wind hears
Expansion of Mind
A Quiet space
Pharaoh's Queen
Time now
To sea
Hear
As
Here
She
Be
Fair
O
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0
0

to the Center ........... the other one

Fair Count
Stones Be
She Bones
And Here
As Tones.
To Be, Hear.
To Sea, The Wind.
Alone now. Time now.
Pharaoh's Queen. A quiet space.
Reaching to find you. A quiet space.
Expansion of mind. Expansion of Mind.
Sound of the Wind hears, Reaching to find a kind of place
where vision flows and color flies. Through time and space he comes again.
A Pharaoh searches for his Queen, through too A candlelight spiral as it floats on by in the sky.
Tonight in my dream I remember why I write into the Light

Reuben

d;
I
Love
Reuben
Sandwiches
Grill toast with corn beef
Thousand island dressing to please
Grill delicious on rye or pumpernickle tastes right.
Hot melted cheese of Swiss makes you say delicious.
Sauerkraut in the mouth makes you wish
for coleslaw and this
handy spork.
With love,
Your
Dork
;p




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To my friend Ruben... who dared me to Flip.Up.A.Notchie. ;)

Fibonacci Style Poetry