”...touché …”
hola shit!
who are YOU?
spanky girl
in thigh high
boots! whoah!
shadow long
disguised a form
petite in size
since the day
i was born
wHip! my lip
sticks out
and I pout
when I don’t
get what i want
Patient as
spit on a fire
and I come out
with intent
and desire
so move over…
gentlemen
it’s time to hire
something that works
cosmic my
Rogue.ish grammar
burped a turd
into propers
manners…
top robers
robbers of our hood
I’m a vent I said
and you’re the Marylin
with your panties all wet
I’m moving in
and taking over this place.
"...Marlin, it wasn't my club..."
"...look out, the ocean's mad..."
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…
”... 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…
I since don’t cook with oil
if I can avoid it….
welcome. to a.void;
looking in, I saw a king
so i looked back
at the gui.duck
and saw a loop
in what’s fucked up.
they’re still dooling
but not yet drooling
for my soup.
but I won’t brood
or make any rules
i’ll just keep stirring
and looking up…
on the bright side…
I might learn how
to make a great pumpkin…
out of a coach.
Paradise
for a pair of mice
are air for the wise
i say again i have not
rice but a word
for the bored of eyes
...base come in
do you read me?
parabara is an holah!
e… she said will roll
to clover… vernal light
doesn’t have a halo
and a pair of you…
like a book said too
are a shadow
on the heels of a
grounded soul.
paradise as written,
was created twice,
a pair of times.
she is part Tardis…
and the phones are ringing…
we have 12 toes,
even if we don’t see them.
;)~
temptation falls
silent along walls
and inside a soul
vibration grows
a galactic tone…
catilac apples
blushing skin
”...leap!...”
mm worm sign!
“Lito…my duck”
I won’t sleep again
dreaming about
steaming eyes
I’m still not wise
about you…
”...take a bite…”
he said.
”... an apple a day
keeps me…”
"the dragon tree had many roots
"myopic tails and speedy gonzales snails
”…you don’t do that do you?...”
why yes indeed i do sir,
tell the tallest of tales, I assure,
it’s a measure of the truth.
the smallest treasure, know?
just to see how you ‘roll’…
anyone can use
just words
and anyone
can use just cause
but not the many
do to be, and do,
Just because.
”... who you judging?...”
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…”
Bishops robes are worth the wearing
Santa’s Clause contained a mis.spelling
Was it the land of perpetual snow
Or is it where we call the North Pole?
The House of Santa…
It ain’t a nickel it ain’t a dime
That makes the celebration divine
It ain’t a bobble on a tinsel covered tree
That’s in the present, to you from me.
The rain came dear …
and we didn’t cut them down.
Atop our tree is a starry bright crown.
No thorns of pretend that need a ground.
Wire covered sins bringing bright frowns.
Why our covered signs will soon be out.
”... 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? ;)~
”... 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.
”... 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.
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.
Can you hear the harp sailor?
A song cast to the sea where
Vibrating strings created a Me.
Eternal, and energetically free
Oscillating Springs a force of course…
Tell tale paths to a choice of Source.
The chordophone sings a newly tune voice,
Harmonic keys ring in a Summer of hours
”... fourPillars open…” four blooming flowers
”...and Trumpeter, what of the Lady’s pearl?”
”...her String my Lord, is a knotted jewel…”
”... they speak of Me, as if I’m not hear…”
“McAllistar… I can see your ear”
The Lady’s maid made a letter appear
”...she paints! I must have missed her stare…”
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…
IF grapes are wrath
and grail are cups
IF arcs are boats
and tales have pups
IF stars have stripes
and striped are coats
IF funny rhymes
and money floats
IF popes wear hats
and bees make honey
IF a cross to bare
is One to Many
Then a Ms. Contraire
has got your ear
and the question here
isn’t from ‘Above’.
IF to live is to love
and peace is a code
Then ala is a cream
and becomes ala mode
IF to mind is obey
rather then wind up for play
and a feather can fly in the Wind…
Then a Ms. Contraire
has got your ear
and the Question dear…
is where have you been?
It’s my mission and I’ll go to battle
Combat the ideas of total destruction
Senseless statements cause desolation
Isolation and psychic depression
~Shake it off and see what’s missing…
Hear the Love of a Cosmic intention
It’s my mission and I’m here to mention
The story was twisted, shake it off and see
Growing in the Mind is a Cosmic Unity.
Mason told the Monk dressed as the Mayan
Put your eye in the sky and look to the Lion
Midsummer sun and we’ll see the day come
Put your Love on friend, there’s a fear undone
Stories will change, but then we’ll return.
Maya said to Mason who came as a Monk
Stories will be changed, but then we’re home.
Know the monK… there’s a peace to come.
Challenge knots this song I sing
The Jesus came, saying ”...this way, come…”
Thinking thoughts that had come undone
Changed the game of Many to One.
Fates of Date are standing defiant
Gates await but they’re not reliant
On the bow of my ship, is indi.pen.dance!
A gift of Source and so I listen.
Come through the two, within dimension
Sees to the three who came to mention
“Use the Fours within” the inner intention.
Easters came and the Team is on.
”... the system is binary…”
inscribed on a tomb.
12.21.2012 Winter Solstice
04.08.2012 Easter
08.13.2012 plus One to begin. A.gain.
08.13.13 X 3113.80
31.8.13
The outer edge of my mind is brooding,
Steaming, bubbling in ways not soothing.
Outraged at the mistakes unfolding
Out of range yet an anger growing
And better to have you listen….
‘Cause, the message I mention is potent.
Delivered to those in the notion
The outer limits of Source I reckon
Are poised to deploy the great Oceans,
If and if we don’t hear…
There’s a Care we forgot to endear
Watched from the outer most sphere
Burning hot with their spots in my ear.
So heed and make speed to attention…
We owe it the Clean of a loving detail
We’re held on the Means that we prevail
Bread to make right yet wrote that we fail
Spreading fear over years as a ‘no reveal’
OutrageUs! they staged us and hid the Real.
So let me flow within the stream of a wolf
and let me show what dreams can expose
“Four those… there came four more”
“Exposure through the open doors”
“Make it right” They said,
at the close of a Night and a wake…
“Make it write” They said,
to begin Second Flight before the break
They said… entourage... clean it up!
entourage… ‘enter.our.age’ a better place we should make it. less mistakes like the ship that breaks… over the coral… it’s not okay.
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