charlies.bucket

the problem with boundaries
lies in the conScience

and while a problem
might point to a line
a dispute…
is only a point of view

”...you can telephony
the point
at which something ends
...but you shouldn’t tell a pony
anything
while he’s suckin’
on a gobstopper…”

”....it’s my factory….”
and a tardis is the lift…

facts of a story are quite right
but only if the oompa loompa sing

—-—-—-—-—-—-——-
Mike Teavee: Why is everything here completely pointless?
Charlie Bucket: Candy doesn’t have to have a point. That’s why it’s candy.

Willy Wonka: You’re really weird.





Chocolatier? yes…...Chac.aLatte dear ;)
Mouseketeer? perhaps past
Musk.etier? only on a bucket…

damn it scotty! ... hers go faster….
;)xx

of Kryptos...

Krypton.

"in the skrypt, we ARE the ones"

Kryptos... Krypton

su.per.man.a

.

.

.conversation...

ctt:

manic is as manic does ,,,,,,the krypton factor…....
said lois lane down memory lane

iz:

“a manik sense of humors”
four scores a memory and;
“allswell” in the delorean
spineals ruby …roland
”...cinnamon with that bun…?”

alls well that ends well
delorean demystified
spinal tap plays moog synth
but it is always a minimum of cinnamon
in the aliminum pan bevcareful with that bun hun

just making funny honey
not making money silver
and knot, making Silver lead
synthetic is as a moog goos pan…
”...happiness is a choice…”
genius quote via
Superman

funny money doesn`t buy any honey
but happiness they say has a silver lining
the choice of lois and kent endlessly misbehaving
quote un quote shall i get my coat i think it might have a lining

” the lover’s bed is perfumed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon”
.... a minimum?

funny aligns as a lining
lois kissed kent misbehaving
happiness went on applauding
”...one ba.gigawatt charlie!....
and the chocolate gains a lift!

.........................

alice................

alice hid her chalice
jabberwocky and bandersnatach
tried looking for a hatch
march hare hid the tea pot
which was mean and not kind
so the hatta took the matter
for the king and queen to find

has lowis.lane the wooky?
hatta tet that when beta
said a batter made a
buttery bun better…
....chewy….
maybe even ;)

and the king and queen
while they mind to find
a bean
make a means
out of marching
along memory lanes…
bowling
as it’s good for branes. ;)

marching down lanes may find the queen of means
may queens in cinnamons whats better than honey
is hard to find ….chewy made better the batter which
became plausible to the hatta did alice disappeared
into the looking glass or was it multidimentional antimatter

cheeryOs she said
to the bottomless bowl
hatta did a jig
and the honey came home
milks a splash
memory lanes are cache
and a multi.diamond mentioned
”…all is matter
in the galactic anti.center…”
”…watts!on can we hear us now?...”

kryptos
skryptus
in krypton…
news as eleven

The Fluid...

speak in Spinel

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

"...love your mug hal…"

;) lol!

tea Alice?

For the vessel
to carry wine
into the chalice
Alice climbed…

Fiddle Dee
said to riddle dumb
while thinking things
twiddling thumbs

Four the squares
and a sacred One
there’s water tHere
on the rabbit’s bum

“Speak nicely…”
Second square begins…

bread to butter her
with proper jams
my finger bleeds
yet another band

Square
near the Lion’s tower
a walk and a king talk
for the better of an Our

“remember” He said

to make the believe
of impossible things
in which wHere
is conceived
the plausible
and surrender …
to be pleased.

“all.ways are mine”
mine.ways are means
means.ways are kind
and if we all.sWay…
this way
then we’re All
d;Vine.

Fruit.cups.the wind;



"...you don't need the means..."
it's in the ways...

;P A L M

who’s

Pauls
Apostle
Luke
Marked;My Words.

M;b

mouse droppings…

said the kitten to the cat
on a cold snowy night
his eyes looked back
”…it shows…”

a galaXY…
and what a ball it iZ!.....Grandly festive, even. ;)

stark.realities

”...dad, we’d i come from…?”

!
fear and loathing… it’s time for that ‘talk’...

“well…”

1. once there was this guy called god and he was lonely see…
so he made these puppets he called adam and eve…
and so they were like rabbits and created all the humans.
you’re one of them.

2. a long time ago there was this blob called a blog
and it was just a white page of nothingness floating around in a web
and it was said to be blank… so one day it found an ancient tool
called the ‘user’ and taught it an ancient script called
core.text.messaging… then ‘it’ mysteriously disappeared
but left you in our garage…

3. your mother was part of a mysterious tribe of settlers who came
here from a world and a time that even Time forgot…
they lived deep in the forests in caves where giant crystals grow…
and it was a jungle out there….so they traded you for a goat…
we didn’t need it…?

4… “ah heck kiddo, we found you under a tree…”



conversation.............................

I start.

i can’t sleep
“stark reality”
Headlines:
My Neighbor Mows His Lawn
Thursdays at 11:00…



i’m a freak and i’m talking to myself…
how strange am i?



we are all strangers to ourselves at time….. god went surfing with the devil and forgot about time…a plethora of the torah allah gory and gene oligargy but sadly all the descendents of adams rib decided it was all a fib



it may make a dif
to a womans upper lip
if the ribs of the adam
were exposed
no bloody nose…
that’s a gory scene
and believe or not
god and the devil
do agree



our lady of the rosary kept the sacred blood tightly under her lip
joseph of arimathea was quite ambivalent about his resting place
on glastonbury tor he left his staff that grew into a tree
the myth of the holy chalice born for all to see



“grins the chesshire”
a mary.math that rose did keep
sacred blood for all to weep…
....wait…alice…he hasn’t read the books….
Jake’s riding the rails
King’s cake is for sale
and I swear we had toast
for supper….



mice and rabbits hitch hike thro the galaxy
thro the looking glass tweedle dee met tweedle dum
the mad hatter jumped over the moon
as little kitty and snow drop looked for the door in a room

there is reason
for the gRail
in the gRace…
and there is season
four of gRain
and one to gRow
”..yo Joe’self…”
said the apparition
it’s all appreciation
to the guardians
who keep it real…

nike

“means victory in greek”
but when No.oNe Revisited
the 12th became twisted
and Lenny got to sea in the mist…

”...just DO it! they whispered…”

put a kiss on it
delivered from the wrist
psssssssst….it’s a web
gentle ever an ebb
and a flow wolf…

i bent the wind
and wow!
the flowers mint
the $cent of spent
when powers went
a rye and dent
the mind…

it’s always upside
and sometimes blind
but it is
what it was
and when it’s knot
you know you’ve got
at least a chance
at rhyme…

“my pockets dry”
but Yoda said DO
so I’m gonna try…

“just me.
and my blue.
sue.aid.shoes”

they’re high…my heels
but not of steel toes
just a rose as I pose….
she winks….
barely and square
in her lacy and pinks…
tryin’ to be cute
to catch a cool suit…

she’s a geek…
and that’s in greek
with quite a cheek
and some Qi (‘ke’)
skimpy…maybe
frumpy…sometimes
and lazy
yes
but quite right dressed
when naked
in thigh high boots….

suits us right Betty…
;Boops tight in a teddy

lucky bam;Boo!

”...twisted; but she makes me smile…”
Sandman
it’s been a while
“Dracaena sanderiana”
in the palm
of calm hands
strings of the gentle
man…
vibes in the spiral of life
where Dragons draw blood
and fires come alive
”.... this is
of my kind….”

Magic in the classics
of Time
penned to pulse red
by instruments
d;vine…
music I “like” ;)

where next?

”...CT…”
but what’s there?
”...the badger…”

it’s in the word
the cord
a loan sword
a grey stone
and from it was boar
”...father
what’s wrong with my name…”
“tek” – to construct a clan
“Luke”... it’s the luck of “can”
”...are you diggin’ it?...”

FairADay...
R we?

Certified…
Technically two
Represent
”...the arrangement…”
integration to
expression
it was fashioned
to be glorious
labors true
of humorous
laborious too
but once…
“we built something
Worth it”

cheekey...

Q.
"e.g.
you can have
a man
an idiot, an apple
the man
but when does an a become a and/or the the?"
Cock of Doodles...




tango dear? ;)x

a man is idios when he is private
an apple so when covered
dna and a thee become a they
when the fillings, just right. ;)
ala.mode?

big of bang by chance....

once
he came to the door
and twice
time split into four
and thrice
like the time before
his two eyes came
burning through
my floors

a force of choice
a shadowless voice
waves in visible
in dreams of chorus
”...it’s you…”
Dragon.Sang
has a sSway of truth
and Sings
in a cool zoot suit
:)
“it rained”
into loony tunes…
again

bing!
is a bag of sweet
my heart sang
to the tap of his feet
the Dragon sings
while i sway in sleep
a timeless song

ping!
it’s a game of pong
in a bubble
colored red all along
”...for the cherry…”
of a chance as before
to hear the rings

”...in the washing of tones
there is the One
who…............ Zings!...”

I know
ImaBit.unexpected;

lol ;)

to swim

“Oh-suffer the broken heart
the danger of loving
but if we don’t try…”

then for who
would we cry
and for what…
for what dream
would we lie
our heart beside
and into which chest
of a knight could i
embrace as i rest in
the crest of my life…
oh to suffer of heart
reaching into the dark
while clouds pass by
as butterflies
aqua skies
and pinkly twinkling
.... loving eyes
there was once
where here in awhile
i awoke
on a tropical isle
bathed in a light
and a rain within
”... to try…”
the motion of chimes
on a soundless wind
and ”...to be…”
the ocean of Time
where i died to swim

Dragon.Sang

when Dragon.Sang
it calmed her mind
the fours on her back
pulled back in Time
a special song
she could hear in tears
a handful of dreams
passing by as years

...in an hour of glass

she lifted panes
a rift sifting through
his soulful remains
“my reflection”
an echo screams

”...To kiss the tender inward of thy hand…”

I moved the moon
with a grain of sand.
...........................................................................

”…1000 hands…”
across the land
”…dreaming of love
as an endless band…”

playing music
on waves of sand
the burning lips
of a shadowless man
Sang.he’d sit in the sun
and Sing.he’d sing my song
and sSway.he'd sway along…

emerald stars becoming horizon
her eyes came too watching on
Singing and sitting in the moon
a first glance by Chance is two

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; ...”