Shey Se

it was the heart of the knight
his drink was low and pockets dry
walker on the bar as he couldn’t fly
the barley on tap had bloodshot his eye
and the gal on his lap slapped his book, g’buy…

hard knocks…

it was about the art that night
a slight pink glow in the candles light
Johnny at the table with a shot to his right
and a line of spent glass tips the sound…
he squared the butler when the bill came ‘round.

civilized…

men know when, it’s Time
and some merry for stones of cold cash
the ancients knew plants could hush
but they just weren’t sure about the kush
a carriage made in heaven…

inflation…

good intentions are mentions which weren’t
where a base of six were a leveraged hurt
bankers yanked key notes to exploit
as a book lay rest in the subway dirt

twisted…
She.seY

Neo...

into cLeo’s tea with you…
Neo Know Phyte…
knots the neophyte
relax…
it’s just a hot brew…

Rutaceae
Genus Citrus
”...use the fours Luke…”
sprinkle me
”...for ye the mint…”
and that’s it
“Ophelia’s Grace…”
the Hamlet spent
there helios
ever greens
the fragrant
by golden means…
honey
but William said
two never tell
so…
apples aWay!

Tacuinum Sanitatis
recipes delight us
gently
topples the grappa
giggles Capella
ah!
so
there’s the Papa…
now
a holy father
forgives a daughter

that she’s Rogue
robes open
into rooms of gold
“shit”
...does hit a fan
and Neo
nomen
mystic
come showman
throws her clothes
into hells fire…

naked

”...my columbines us…
bain.marie…
shes pane for grains
and it rains…her way…”

Neophytus…
it’s a write
Neos.phutos
”...my new plant…”
fruit of my body

fleSh
of my.self

Sigma's Enigma

”... knot expecting me?....”

Sigma
sum say
iz
an enigma
but nay
shes knot
that way…

inexplicable
...maybe
unpredictable
certainly
within reach
and
home grown
a conundrum
honey
it’s a fun pun…
I know
funny buns ;)
cum too
but some…
give a rise
to the eyes
when undone
...if you know
what i mean

sureprize!
the phenomenon
be four your eyes

Nomen mysticum…
Pheon

”...I got 12 heads Lion…and I fly…”

did you read all this?
for just one line?
;)~

game 2

Shadow’s shadow
had to dash
cos a bow cast light
on the shadows ash…

the Vamp amped
an eye hertz worth
playing as she sways
in the warmth
of Earth’s hearth…

Hear my heart
it beats in part
to yours…

it’s of course and
a chorus of art
...so start

game 2

fiddler played
with a cobbler’s shoe
and a riddle was lay
on a line of truth…

”...Roland…”

soul to heel...

thy will be done
the devil will come
fear not your lot
he comes for one
i cast a shadow
along a creek
seeking shelter
my body grew weak
so on a damp mound
i found my sleep

an old breath falls…
and alone i weep

thy will be comes
the devil undone
he played nic nac
on a soul marked black

...four on my back
a monkey weaves fire
and a kettle of flames
consumed in desire
burned upon Time
...for I spoke his name
in an endless rhyme
”...my will be done…”
thy ‘king’... never came.

Ancient Strokes

forgive me master

while you at your desk

took private your thoughts

i dared trespass...

approaching silent

i slipped your mind

in the rays of sun

i came from behind

the master

and I at his desk

...forgive me...

Ancient stokes do see

hands on the brush

playing cards of kanji

writing on my skin

in the After of Life

blood of my ken

saying Time...

comes twice

this is the wHere

ink knotted to ice

tHere...

I saw the cobbler

fixing his shoes

and a chef was shot

but he knew it was true

three men smoking

knew this too

then a baby cried

in the heart of dogfen

and grandmothers dyed

turning boys to men

walking....

into Dragon's den

bare feet in streets

sleeping curbside then

"... we're all in ..."

said the Master's pen...

"Hot hot!..... oh!"

it's the Master's plot!

know! from my neck

it was writ! to show!

show the scrit

of the deck! it's true!

shhh... he said then

"...the card dealt, is u..."

G spot

:) ingeniously genius genus genie genes in us
forged a score from the core of Explore
to pour forth and fashion a lore
generous in adventures and more…

Tumbelina

Tumbelina was all.in.
all thumbs
Trying to be friends
in a church of One
planted when barely
a young and tender seed
the switch made magic
so the Lady could conceive
”...lay this here…”
so the child can receive
”...and keep this clear…”
into make believe.

silent in the cradle
and peaceful in her sleep
the walnut rocks
to a timeless beat
then out of shadow
and into the mist
an old toad came
stealing Lady’s wish
the tiny maiden fair
was to Spoon, the Dish
butt…
she was saved
by the butterfly
a slightly coy fish
she drifted on a lily
making new a wish
then…
through a field of cush
the May bug flew
crying Tumble!
I’ve seen ya!
It’s true! It’s true!
”... it’s in her new name…”
but discard her he did
when his friends cried “shame!”

she was desperate now
through Winter’s cold claim
taking shelter with Mice
no understanding her way
”...be kind to the neighbor
marry the Mole…” he’d say
and repulsed at the thought
swallowing hard one day
she escaped the dark night
and she ran herself aWay

”... I like your crazy pants…”

hidden in the roses
a fairy Prince enchants
”... you’re just my size…”
he said
and so began
their bit of romance.

He kissed her on the eyes
...Maia…) he whispered
it’s been a sureprize!

”... and all became fair
in their living true lives…”

what if...

what if god was one of us?
”...we’d be good to go…d; "

Do you know...

do you know

what i'm doing

when i'm

writing you?

do you know

what i'm

thinking

about love

and truth?

about spirit

and mysterious

source?

of course

you must know....

what i do

in the candles glow

and what i can show

you too...?

the beauty

of what's true

are the lines

of your body

wrapped

around mine

in what's holy

about soul...

and you

should know

how it feels

when i write you

it delights me

excites me through

my heart racing

facing paces

i've never known

watching you

in your art

in your words

for the truth

of who you are

as i adore you

from afar

and write you...

Do you know,

Love.

"...it's you..."

While drinking wine I glanced my wall
and saw a face that made me Pause.

Gleaming there upon the paint was a
glowing silhouette in the candles flame

I wondered if he had a Name

Eyes are deep and sway in the light
The face is long and oddly delicate
Softly edges barely there yet leaving
lines that invite my stare…

I wonder if he knows I’m here

Watch and wait I think to myself
moving my eyes behind the glass.
It’s not too late I say at last, leaning
forward and toward the past…

Whispering softly and into the deep
I asked him kindly… Did you leap?

written in Shadow 10.10.2009

conversation..........


If it were me, I would not know
Lost within the candle glow
I travel far, but merely feel
My sight remains locked in the real
xx
jm

all is real as shadows pass
shadows of we and us be.cause
eyes looking through a looking glass
judge not what we can’t see in pause
this Wizard came a year ago
on a night when I was quite alone
drinking wine like I never do
drowning pains like I never knew
sometimes and at others too
a shadow on the wall
can be as real as a ‘You’.

I have travelled many times
not always knowing
at times, intense
always glowing
I know not yet
where I have been
but know I have
for I guide my dreams
illusion is not as it seems
the other side is there to take
never intrude, just offer free
this golden rule is not to break
through pain & stress
intense emotion
the spiritual drop
becomes an ocean
xx
jm

i’m stumbling about
and new to travel
never knowing
if it’s light or gravel
smiling giggling
and making folly
with spirits here
and of there so jolly!
it’s really not
what they said it was
no knotty beads…
or confessionals
and i’m not quite sure
where i go at night
when i float along
by candle light
but i do know
and will to share
that the real ‘here’
is as real as ‘tHere’.
xx glad to see you my friend.


i squint upon candle wax
she wrote so fine
did she intend for i/us
to peer a little closer
bj

2 peer my dear
and read
a fine write
intended for us
to find
a bright light
is to wind
as a sight
is to mind
when in flight
late …. and
forever so
into the night
and so she wrote…
sometimes fast
and many slow
stroking lines
into candles glow
intentions showing
until a squint appeared…
flowing… slow
down a candle
as tears
then a loving bow
as her eYes drew near
and for once…
she could hear
and she believed
in what was tHere.
In the reeds…
a little closer…
she dared;

the audit

slipping
through corridors
taking audit
of every door
what’s behind them
i wonder
curious mind
in mischief
moving between
the echo.lips.stick
and i think it over
hand on my
Masters glove
i could open
these locks
in the blink
of a Love
i can just sneak in
and in
to the deep of you
and i can
just slip in
and in
to the sleep of you
and from up close
i can touch you
and hear
your mind
when you’re
not watching
because when
i’m the auditor
”...it’s you…”
who’s dreaming

aWay

he stays away
and i’m missin’ him
every day wishing more
that I was kissing him
and he knows my hips
ache to move in rhythm
to his every wish… so
push
touch
nibble as much
as your
mischief
will allow…
and I’ll watch
your every move
and somehow
with the tip
of my pen
i’ll touch you there
and here again
until you begin
to feel
my tongue
in the groove
of a mischief too
because my dear
i want you here
between my lines
in front of my eyes
your glistening skin
giving me rise
to smile
to want
to play
to sin
and to be
.... just to be
away
with you

Fuzzy

Fuzzy …
was he
a funny bare
or was he
a buzz
on a heady
stare
Fun
either way
i do declare
great buns too
on Rapunzel’s chair
“can i sit here?”
“and rub you there?”
I thought I saw once
that I saw who cared
that I’d see twice
your fuzzy was he there
you’re just a bit nice
in a proper play
“and you might be bored
if the cat is away”

restless

a restless light
thoughts of wrong
are what desire feels right
and I embraced the night
let me fall away
my haunts of passion
are a want of surrender
breaths of deep
turn slowly faster
a seductive presence
pretends the innocence
blinding thoughts
let me taste the essence
a splendor of lips
drip wet to taste his
temptation calls
in a mind of mischief…
all my thoughts fall
on a chest of breathless
and oh yes…I am
of the restless.

825

Hydro electric is a stick
of megalithic proportion
a distortion of the eyes
when looking too wise
knotting what’s able
unable to decide
what you see
when just right there
in the front of a 3
is a pair of WE in a smile
most appropriately a tone
moving feet to the beat of one

”... are you still listening, Mr. WattsOn?...”
It’s a flow in an energy of pattern
Say “hi” to a pro of reason
Earth is a sphere of season
So it goes to believe that
Spinning in Time I’ll bet
Is a treasure in a Nature, wet
For a bulge in A dam my pet…

...but it’s YOUR move…
I’ve thrown my bolt
into your lampshade, Love.

MW

Monday I looked at the sky
Wednesday I wondered why
On Friday, I could almost fly
Considering, I was lost to know
A dam said “hi” to a hidden pro
Five is Five and Two…
On a 747 I knew
“Good” is on a gorgeous view
And I tried to say hi and hello
Wrote a poem just so he’d know
Chess is a messy game
Queen takes a Knight and reminds
She doesn’t leave a love note behind
For nothing.

She cast a line to amp a fish
She penned some stock to make a wish
She wrote on High in a hallowed dish
And she waits alone…
Still a mirror to this

225
522
747

936 T & T… ;) x
747
1683
0189
1872 …oh yeah. lol.

.

“who are you”

please…
just go aWay
don’t want you to see
the real Woman in me
I’m not the kind
you want on your arm
I never am
and there’s never room.
It’s impossible
what I’m really here for
I’m ripped into two
as I face three doors
and I’m tired
yet wanting more
of this impossible task
as I come to shore.
To write the code
in Creations mark
without the flame
without the spark
“dear god, tell me
where on this earth”
do I find the start.
” I don’t want
to fight this time “
for the love of one
who can’t be mine.

so I won’t.
and not ever again
as I write my name
on a one dotted line.

”...I’ll come find you…”
is in an echo of Time.

Honey Color

water glistening
shadows my wall
reflections listening
”...I can hear…”
I can feel your call
”.... you move the music….”
and I’m pleased
”...you tease the midnight…”
and with ease
I’m swaying
as the breeze
and it’s brilliant
the enchantment
of your eyes
flickering light
along my seaside
I can breathe
and being tHere
I’ll believe
”...that it’s right…”
so write to me
on the honey
colored walls
and just to me
so by eve I’ll fall
embracing the lines
of a timeless art
coloring my world
sun set to start

”...the sun rises
as a perfect heart…”
and if nothing else
I’ll touch this part.

Get the Count?

A system integration and migration materialization
of imagination undefine.able.we are loveable not
just probable but undoubtedly without reserve
unstoppable running manage.able.WE are ON Pure.
See? There's no UNdo in that.

Genius genus genie genes in us generations alive
in the vibes and jives of our Past last greatest task
in Life. That's right AND write that We remember.

Get the Count? Mountains on a mole hill designed
fortification of the mind to find the souls will and
it can be such a shame sometimes. Rhymes of the
Poet might nota known it was born of the Muse.ic
had it not played.Or been so.

~But We did. And we did. IT again.

Get the count? down packed in a glass a blast from
the past of great in taste sweet flavors beat of light
in a Knight that I love and delight in ... every day.

A blissful integration and migration DOES Matter
said the batty Bat when down the Cat.e.Cat's ladder
there came, the roofer Cornman's friend.Ship We. :)

See?Count?

1947 + 60 = 2007 booLLoop
1952 + 60 = 2012 LeaRn
1956 + 60 = 2016 TSi.iST
1952 + 61 = 2013 T!mE too
1976 + 60 = 2036 ;bAce;p 2039 Be!

2005 Chalk.Cue.Q.Chaac.2006
2007.She.sAw.Caac.2009
2008 Calibrates.cHAc

~But it was 1927.also. wasn't it? :)
~T.MInuS.AND.inUs
~Space.Spice~We.Are.Sky.Walker
Makers.Mark

Omega d;

On The Island
along a coast
i heard a Sunset
say what most
seem to see
is a golden light
burning into red
just before night
So i followed you
and listened what
my eyes did dare
and caught it right
in the light just tHere
the shimmering flicker
of a whispering where
Silence on the cliff
Wind slows to hear
and together we waited
for a morning to share
and oh my god,
it was all so clear…
as darkness fell and
you held my fear
warm in your arms
just waiting…
for my sight to appear
and then hear…

”...Alpha burns right
when we’re upside, dear…”

Sunrise came…
and I kissed you there.

Awe.Come.On

play baby…come on.
all you big boys
survey the toys
smooth the lines
and enhance the times
groping slowly in
eccentric rhymes
what a girl hears
in a yard of chimes
ding a ling is a really long sign…
and pings a ching as a sing.a.long line

“she laughed so hard
she split his side”
“he farted so loud
he blew her ride”
and all the stars stood
just rolling their eyes

366 revolutions in
365 days of solutions
... ” from the side baby,
come on…be real”

236 were the seconds counted
“he grows erect and
prepares to be mounted”

The Island

that Time never knew…
first near the Church
there seemed a clue
in the catacombes
of whispering hue
Saint Agatha’s mystery
became one for two
so i followed you
counting bricks in
narrow pathways
making note of the
arcs on display
Loving Couples blush
and bouganvilla sway
”...it’s very old here…”
and in the moss
I heard your name
echos of Lost
as I make my way
to a rocky coast
I past the Knight
and began to thirst
for the memory
of where my heart
came first…
then at a Red booth
I found my Muse

I'm Curiosus

August fools
gust for a lust
a thirst of just
what truth is first
“Mulder” is spooky
but a pretty smart cookie
“she called him Fox”
but he didn’t lookie…
greys the matter
she types in batter
and the fish
he chipped
is.way. ;)x

”...are you still laughing…?”

Knight the Butler said the Chef
A civilized relation of One do exist.
This is the Time and it’s the Measure
Means of One to Many a Treasure.
Bird songs of the same feather
weather storms of fright to light
the heather and again, come the
day we remember. Who we are.

I got your number.Gentleman. ;) WO!
you talkin’ to MOi?

et.hmm…
Was a Sumer of sixty eight and
Mother said wait. So I did.
Earthly measure stares around
MY feet are a card in sound

”... the beat…”

a gui.duck you ask?

”...2036 is the year in question…”
and seconds later,
I had the impression
they mighta been speakin’ to me.

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.

ROFL

ROFL

”...Rolling On the Floor Loving...”
;)~

” Rolling On the Floor, Love….”

ROFLove ….and all
FORLove

what else

What else to do
but smile awhile
while I cry
some trials as
Life is but a dream
living lost in ‘be’
which cost of not
what my reality
used to see
yet what else…
do I want from me?
reward of Word
of a course I heard
my voice I could
and a soul of love
in the image of
a Creation came
in the form of Lord
and it harps a cord
Dr. God, is aboard
Why but what else
for the good…
To take a form
in a fourth of
Our
a
tower
two in the clear
Lines between
and we are tHere
when we are hear….
what else,
but self
to test
the a where…

Questions
unanswered and
I don’t understand.

In Garden Halls

ode to the PenUs
fallicall friend
call it a ball
in hand
in my garden
where i stand
growing, well
pardon…
the expression
of ‘hard ons’
just a right type
of heart ons
suck.ulent
decks I’ve spent
laboriously
glorious
seeds men
and women
indeed…
Gardeners fall
on their knees
digging weeds
nibbling peas
stroking leaves
honey nuts
that please
a pleasure
in the taste
of a bud.
Wiser is the guy sir,
who dr.inks a read.

oh lord...

Dear Lord,

I'm a bord cord

while i pourd and pourd

on the porage door

but oats became goats

and coats that float

it rocked my boat

so i went mute

Dear Lord,

it wasn't so cute

when you probed my lute

and unrobed in my suite

leaving nothing to guess

leaving tones of distress

leaving the ones a mess

while you stood near by

pointed finger to the sky

"..hey guys, I'm not on the nails..."

oh lord, some think like snails...

does it make any sense

if he sent his one sun

that'd we worship what we love

while it's nailed to our sins?

do your god some justice

and let the real image in.

PurgeA.Story

purgatorium the moratorium
seldom do we hear them rhyme
the memorandum said its time
thirty three wells shut down…
drilling kills while it fills us up.
TheOis! Just what I said it’d be…
A very hard lesson by way of see
and it’s a process undeniably

”...do you pick your roses?...”

I cut them just before seed
Dad said, they’d keep blooming…
It’s the charm in the garden knowing
Just how to keep things growing
Extend the harvest for feeding
Stop the oceans bleeding and
Unite as one in the clearing a
Measure calls a Lion daring
An amusing muse, in deed…

”...purge a story honey…”
”... there’s an owl
on the face of the money…”
”...lazy are the many…”
and crazy are the few
who dare play checkers
in a gumbo stew…

Welcome, we’re in Limbo
Facing a truth growing below
“the nothing is coming”
as an under tow
”...We went through fire…”
”...it used to be water…”
death becomes matter
”...forgive them Father…”
blood is thicker
then the mighty dollar
when death becomes kin
they’ll think a bit faster…
a true and natural disaster
can happen as life in the after
purgatorius won’t be so glorious
if the ignition becomes a blade

This can be a heaven
and this can be a hell
even if we’re head on’
at the gates of a well

”... I’m waven…”
It’s the story of a venture
where the goods assure
that we’re not craven
the earthly treasures
we’re not deserving
lessons can be learned
in serving…
but who’s to say
what’s really worth earning
when treasures are measured
in things worth learning
and to purge a story
that can call a yearning
is to lead a Nation
to a heartfelt burning

”...we know the truth
is in what we’re not doing…”

check.her.board

yep thats right
she stood in light
while men in hoods
played rolls on floors
checker the color
of her black
and white board
she was adored
dads played song
and drank along
with a fresh cider
inside her paper
mug of cardboard
“honey remember”
dad was a member
and a splendor
of a club it was
built with bricks
in a color of tricks
secrets do stick
to the family
in blood
so drink your cider
play with spider
and remember
”...we’re not
the bad guys…”

forward...

in trusT it was said
intrusions of lipstick
on the top of a head
and upon the souls
of stars it was spread
remnants of ‘use less’
and ‘do more’ heard
“harmonizing in a
single word” and
showing what ‘for’ d;
was meant for first.

I Like

I like turbulent things
storms that howl
in thundering winds
and cracks of light
that I can see in
I like mystery
and intrigue too
I like it eyes open
and looking at you
I like minds spoken
and sharing views
but when it’s firm
it’s just us two.
I like to push
and be pushed back
I like to seesaw
on a one way track
running on empty
gaining no slack
... it drives me
exhausts me
and makes me
give up
but I like to cry
and see just what
I’m really made of
I like it in comfort
with pressure to know
I like it in heels
after wine and a show
I like a rough see
and I like to grow
...it calms me
knowing what
to expect
and I like showing
that I’m Nature’s pet
and I like my feet
in the sand when I’m wet
and I like my hands
on a man you can bet
...it turns me on
a turbulent see
and when I’m calm
it’s the other me
and when I’m wrong
you’ll never hear
a longer stance
then just before
“you’re right dear”
...but I’ll mean it.
I know what I’m like.

”...c’mon Professor,
I’m bord; ...”

secretes

wanting to touch
what in heaven i trust
are the eyes of one
haunting me…
tempting quietly
a sacred ‘these’
in a ‘this’ of ‘there’
which i can taste
in a breath of air
and my whisper
wants to touch
your mind;...
Especially,
and especially…
hear.

exquisite it is
and simple within
endless complexity
from a distant wind

i can love…
anonymity
be a nameless
and a faceless me
and with a coy smile
i can keep a hope
in a secret place
have a special wish
for a magic force
to undo the anguish
and give me a voice…
shhh….
Call me the magic and
you’re the secrets chorus.

Sponge

Sponge bob squared a banshee
danced around in the mind of auntie
looking for his cursive way…
when a long legged spider
came to sit down beside him
and cried that it’s not his day.
”...you can’t have your cake
and eat it too…”
Especially if
the auntie’s anti is a dude.
Twins were seen in packs of two
miles of smiles at the one mile zoo
pop goes a wheezy whistling tune
and the bees are a buzzing
in Yoda’s room…
”...use the fours luck.e…”
it becomes you…

”...sp!noage…”

“Yes, be careful where you play”

;)~

Got your paddle dear?
”...I’ve been playing ping pong…”
since I was a kid;

we.continue

we continue…
um… ok

:)

we.count!me
time we count…
A brook and a.muse
Took a look and said Boo!
I’m strollin’ on a Parkway with you…

Holy Moses...

holy moses said to knowses
”...methinks, shes both now…”
mutant Gene in
cute blue jeans
floppy shoes
looking lean
bending to & fro
tending rows
and rows…
of a sweet scene.
”...the potatoes growing…”
Mister,
I’m face painting
Lips that stick
to his knowing…
Glowing green
the gardner seen
a nose on the eyes
of my favorite
string beans…
“Honey, surprise!”
I’m a mint
in a tea of leaves
Honey,bees live!
singing in the eaves
“Save a seat for me?”
scent of the sun
is forming
storming coal
knowing
shows that blow
hats from the cats
sitting above
and living below
“shes full of wind”
does it matter
if “shes”
in your mind?

”... page 2 …”
“you’re a turn;p”
and I’m gonna
radish you…

Q.Cont!nuum

Hold the pickles
And the mustard too
A real time functions
Having fun with you
She lies in disguise
A gooey ducks prize
A funky ‘ask why’
In a mustard; on rye
Catch.is.up!
“Busta move…”
he said;
”...Batters luck!...”
She taps the cat
on her heal at that
with spikes at the base
of her feet…
Hearts are sweet and
heat is the treat
when a honey and a
funky.squeak.meet

“wanna touch the ball babe?”
;)~

Q.Count! mutant
x

"...Catch!"

I’m a server…
delivery complete.

The machine works
like this…

”... you deserve what you get…”
”... you get what you deserve…”

Can I have the mustard please
”... care for some Catch up Sir?...”
the mustard has seeds…
Dijon… ;)
”... you don’t have yellow?...”
I asked but the cook said know.

”...you know something…”
I know that I like catch up
I like it best on a good steak
Least when the goods take… too long.
”...never hesitate…”
Please… order something.
Is the menu knew?
It is and it’s a Catch!22

“nowin”
See it as you do. ;)

Aelian

Aelian, you have such a strange name

It haunts me in this senseless game

While I drive with a blinding flame

You hide under layers of sublime.

Your tactics intrude my mind

But you walk a path of wind

Trails in the trees unwind

And a fire becomes your spine

Burning between your legs

As you step to the outer edge

And realize, where you are.

"...who's got your book?..."

Playing in the lattice of spacious

Are a cats most curious places

Watching as you untie laces

Matching all your cards to faces

Tapping to the keyboards clatter

Typing to be free from bother

Writing into dreams of better

Wishing on the falling of stars

Hoping, to know who you are.

Aelianus Sublimeus Tacticus

I'd like to hear...Your Full Name.

"...Hadrian, had I not run..."

"I prefer Sun Tzu myself ;o)"

I prefer Ars Amatoria,...O! are we vivid; yet? lol. X

"You Ran..."

In a sense
Falling apart
Common
of a lens to
focus heart
Seams undone
allow for the sun
to smile a while
as we become one
Innocence was
never compromised
promised and
delivered wise
protected are
those who ask why…

and to reflect is how
detect a pro
who dares the now
In a sense
calling the heart
to fall in love
and do with art
to attract a force
from the core of earth
The light from above
without fear…

“escape and be hear”

evolve to see love
revolving in center
reSolve to need love
believing in better
and feel love
to know it
even if…
you make it up.

”…I don’t have my one
so I love my one in all…
and run to a honey
made up in my mind…”
and why?... be cause

”…a Prince pea.ed in my bed…”
the story’s confusing
but it’s in my head
and I DO love it…”

“Adama, it’s your ship…”
!wake up…
“You Ran…IT”
”…imagine, if it were Your nation…”
Common sense inflation
Senses depth of vision
Revives imagination…

”…fight! the nothingness is growing…”

If you could…
you’d hear the thunder
over my head
and if I could…
I’d move the moon
to hear what you’ve said.

“I ran… to a muse.” ;)

FloRida...

"...don't quit..."
we just got stARTed....
"...steady..."

!wake

Hi honey…
”...stand on vessel…”
and be hear.d;

Jake said to Neo
“there is no spoon”
Are you sure little boy?
Asked a voice in room.

Jack said to Jill
“I’ll find you soon…”
dish is on the hill
and the cows got moon.

Laughs a lot
came to Camelot
and “no dise”
is what he said
but a jolly write Leo
with a pretty spiked heal
said “on your side”, instead.

”...I’m sorry Dave…”
HAL!
Hold your octave!
“Get in the groove”
and behave.
the ;DOS is on ship
and She’s an SOB
She walks with a chic
a wee bit cheeky…

“meow” says a Me.
;p~
“soon…”

”...we make it…”

"...the cats a way..."

Class 5.v2

”...what is she?...”
A class five mut Sir
A classy nut, what?
Not a nut Sir a mut
She’s a dog?
She’s a musing
none the less
Not a dog Sir!
A mut! Class 5
Pet her then?
you say she’s
got a classy set?
She might bust a nut
if she thought you said that…
”...come on then, tell me!...”
She’s an ant too
Class V of 3
Are you sure
She’s a she?
Heard it
first hand Sir…
Class V Lass ey?
I say…
Acts the brat
What’s her name?

Eat a Lion?

we’ve breached the line
and it’s still in the nose
scent of a cat
chef came to know
appalling humor
it’ll sicken your brow
the Kingdoms come
and a menus how
”...drop down…”
radio will show
check on a mark
double check to know
ET on screen
Sat.elites below
We are NOT allowed
to eat the big cats
It’s written in sand
It’s resting in stacked
Blocks of stone
say the bats bite back
I’d put that plate down…
If I were you…

X.gene

rod and berry
how very cherry
roper rode in
a hi.drogen mary
chariot races…
characters of
an ancient face
play for a ball
in a boysen space
senses men…
a seamans Ace
plays for the sake
of a peaceful place
Sirens ring…
and the x.men favor
a flavored x.gene.

”...hip Rogue…”
is a merry machine
pro.on the deary
of an airy unseen
wind for the sail
in a mind called we.

“soak.ey…
I am okay…”
the Corals learning…

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two…
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.

three

”...things come in three…”
before I look to TV
my stomach sinks
at the idea already
perhaps more news
to darken my day
watch the tide grow
in stains of decay
another horizon
as Atlantis rising
can it be?
”...don’t scare us…”
why, so we can care.less?
and if you don’t think
I’m pro.human
then it’s you
that should come
to the shoreline
hear the innocent
die in the ocean
watch a child cry
from convenience
stores that supply
dried food in a bag
”...here kid…”
have a mc.nugget
moms busy
and so is dad…
we’re working
like we’ve never had
because we don’t
and you won’t either
because there is
no hope for better
so swallow our
rant and our shant
with more want
because the world
is going to shit…..
.....
stop it.
unacceptable vent
smells of a slick I cant
oil that soils more
then a gaping vent
designed to crush
our will and intent
fight back…
explore unknowns
rethink the world
how we live
how we ‘own’
rethink
how we learn…

”...grow something…”
for a heal.thy.body
reinvent the weheal
rein in the ‘repent’
learn to value smart
a heart unspent
rethink…
everything.

<3

a twisted dot

Mach my words…
it came in cords
changed the world
to quarter fours
Math is a twisted plot
What is not
is a twisted snot
of a girl who taught
the knots aWay
”... she’s the cat…”
and the mice do play. ;)~

a twisted plot

hopeless fiendish plots a lot
plotted to take the kings great spot
toiled and boiled he soiled with oil
but knows not what is come by gold
black his heart so full of lack
plaque infested crust of bleak
streaks the sea in pipes that leak
feeds the weak in promise speak
fills the mind with words that reek
filthy fiendish plots a lot
plotted to rot a soft blind spot
finding fear in eyes known not
to read the deeds of wicked dots
but cold does leave a trail of hot
and a wicked indeed illusions cot
sleeping in sound ...

a twist that's knot.

treasure?

what is it? TY

not TV... TYs, like "thank yous", like reassure

Trea TYs sure

My Vou 'dude'

Madam…
“Welcome”, She said
Who’s the ‘dude’
In your head
My hands shook
Her alter shined
Did she just
Oh yes she did!
She just looked
and read my mind
My hands shook
At a gust of wind
“don’t sweat the vase”
She smiled then…

Madam…
“Where have you been?”
The Doctor…
“Said you were Strange”
About.Time…
“You’re hear a.gain”
The Tomb
was mistaken when…

I saw you once
in a shop before
New to Orleans
”...in the corridor…”
You were tHere.

I and I knew
but not until now
I saw your date
with a twisted brow
and I saw the tomb
that said you’d come.

Rats in your ear dear?
Far star comes near
“pon takes queen”
and we’re hear.
;)~
wHeres the flow?
wolf in a girls bow
flew in the mind
of a wind who knew

”... you left me out…”
“you only think so”

Happy SoulsIshstar….
i and ihear
Q and U dear ;)

Chess...

...but you recall how to play?
pon takes queen... check.mate.

i hope your boat sinks.
maybe then you'll remember...

"... the captain of the 'winning' team...loses their head..."

snapples babbling!

and I thought he said apple…
well...
I hATE Smith apples.
Tart, without any
Honeycrisp or goodness
...unless you cook'em.

however...
delectable gala
deliciously golden
fantastic fuji
Jonagold
Jonathan
McIntosh
Idared to see
a.Roma ;)

mmm... smell that love.
ooo,,, it's my cherry... lol.






"...Happy Father's Day..."

Right and Wrong

right or wrong

Tears in the tar
carried far
cry the dolphin
to a passing star
...help us…
see the gulls
who now don’t fly
see the whales
who search for sky
coast of destruction
while they all stand by….

experts tweet
executives meet
“fool proof plans”
don’t mean a thing
while seagulls die
without their wings…
drilling
is it really
what you want?

Gulf coast spill
and Ecuador
the Exxon Valdez
the Queensland shore
yet new drills poised
to poison some more
... what are we asking for…

bitch and preach
don’t mean a thing
if we can’t walk our talk
without convenient rings
tones explode
and we’re to know…
that a saying was penned
and is so true…
“we can’t have the cake
if we shit in the stew…”

to make real change…
is to change how we ‘do’.

Come.Passion.Calls

See the money?
it’s not in one place
See the help?
it’s not in one face
My my…
See the Pass?
it’s the call of our Age
our time to change
...what’s important.

Come. Passion calls
on us all to pass it on
use the Write
to correct a wrong
amuse in delight
to carry on…

Come and Pass it on…
Coastal states
troubling winds
change the game
by way of minds

”... don’t quit we’ve
Just, begun…”

shellfish lost
and selfish laugh
but hells not frozen
and we’re not half
as complacent as
you might think
we can grow a fish
in a shell of p!nk
that’s right…
new.tone
generation brain
on a better horizon
While farmers fish
and cast a net
the Cornman smiles
and our farms are wet.

Tourists will come
to clean the shore
change your rooms
and open the doors
learn to be safe
then teach us how
earn our keep and
let your business grow
give me a shovel
and take me to sand
show me some oil
and I’ll give my hand.
I’ve vacationed before
on your pristine land…
I was a ‘shopper’ then…
But when I return,
I’ll be your friend.

Fame Us...

...Passing on the Flame…

Fame Us… there is no shame
we are all the same, they said
circles in the night delight
to behold a new flame…

Light in the shadow of truth
becomes the sight of art that’s true
regrets knot know what love begets
so I’ll walk with you…

For of the fire in a breath of air
comes a flame to those who dare
The path ahead is, and is really
quite clear… being there
is being hear.

My hands are fire
My mind is air
Ink becomes water
When WE, become a wHere…

Fire
Air
Matter of time
Earth has a heart
Understand her rhyme.
Senses become
a light touch of the mind.

Triple Play...

Q.

of the water
and of the land
i can be smoked
or eaten by man
growing floating
in a drink of gas
belly revealing
muscles flash
undertones of
sea and wood
white caps foam
some wish
they could.

;) batter up.

bcc

better a blind carbon copy then none at all.
:)
bees
i’m a beest
gods.peed.urin.creation
ps
go pee
during long
recreational drives
smell the coffee
plant some seeds
use the honey
the thanks and please…
always please…
and thank you too
TY for short
and polite it’s true
peace starts with
a peace of ;pc…

she’s kidding…
Siriusly.

Security Preach

"...Houston..."

we have a solution

degreese the notion

emotions focused

on dead ahead

oceans motions

are critically bleeding

in deed a mission

in need of god.speed

for god sakes people

WORK! we're about

to reach and breach

the horizon

all eyes are on so

pour it on...

secure the leak

it's beyond control

no longer left to the

playing roles...

the Marlin is awake

...and He remembers...

”...touché …”

Move Over...

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..."

what if...

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

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

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

what if it is…

it's us...

there’s only us here
sometimes I think
there’s more to fear
”...how do you know…”
what I hear in
my eyes when I cross
across the sky
in.visible lines align
my tale and I follow
close to reveal
”... it’s only us…”
the rest are just
a sound noize
in shocking detail
behind the sun
there are just one
event on the horizon
reaching a place
where by now

the know
can return

Enos Knows

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

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

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

It isn’t just for peanuts…
them shell…

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

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

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

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

cooking

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.