¢;Um...latte dear?

"hot..." knot a word for it
naughty sought what fits
into steamy couplets
by night candles lit
a flames shifting
narrowing bits
of better bets
tasty treats
of wetter
gets as
you
sip...

...to be in sight
of candles lit
and write of it ...

by a fire inside
a burning yearns
who affection vowed
is the one who learns

" ¢um loud dear "
a voice and no face near
what the clouds hear
a choice with no fear
" because it's good "

the critics heard
and what's clear
are the sounds

" what a term ..."
malt's the beverage
a pleasure earns

a greene beret

a soft wind blowing
flowing over hair
shoulders golden
return to the fair
a ride of riddles
a rooftop fiddles
and it shined…
" land hear "
she’s a gardener
they saw over there
bittersweet drops
approached
from the air
dark mane flowing
parks overgrown
“left to her stare”
caring alone
coming from air…
" she looked up "
what’s here?!
a light shining
climbing her eyes
sounds blinding
undoing what lies
" deafening "

she checked them inside….
" I like your bracelet "
a voice with no face said
and shifting her eyes
shaking her head
adjusting barrettes
unsure what she heard
" your earrings fine…"
they replied
" shocked to here tho…
you never died "

welldear

it was a package of "post it" notes that turned out the key
superstition the suspected while the timing was
almost missed in the midst of a busy day
" what about the maytrix thing woman "
it wasn't really I minded being called a "thing"
it was that I minded when being treated that way, he liked best
" how's that door ...? "
I know I don't look the part but deep down inside
I really AM a very good secretary when I want to be
and considering Who's playing the 'boss' part I might not mind
after all my version of Mr. Write might just be a Mr. E in the end
I've never "seen" the man but I did serve him up a hot cup of coffee once
he's a 'runner' and the cup was just a point to show off his hands
.... can you handle it, sir .... was all I could ask
" I'm a welder " he said
I couldn't even look into his eyes he was so cool in his sweat
slate blue the color of his very skin or his shirt it mattered not I remember
and unfortunate as it was while I'd rather not retain the membership
my eyes betrayed me and stole a glance of his unforgettable lips
" I can hang onto hot things "
my ears enslaved me recording every word he said
short the exchange but breathlessly lost I just left
vertigo, I was sure was about to center my head
" can I pay you..."
no voice to reply so I just waved and walked by
sure, I could feel him 'turn around' oddly
wondering if I'd lost my nerve properly
a long trip it must have been, true
running's not so fun in worn out shoes
but how was I to know he'd come all this way
to order hot coffee on a mid summer day
just to say...
" well dear.... it must be 'you' "

"you called?"

Mr. Levitt.a.kiss…

Copans whit is with you and if this
is a for profit truth
a book of number
would be a stew

he called to be sure
“And he called …”

strange tongue
dragon’s blood is pure
exodus was a must he said
“… a fussy tour at best …”
she replied

and smokin’ on a cigar
Moses posed to
ponder why

in a way he thought
how reds the sea
if by night the sky…
and then he paused
and wandering by
the burning of a bush
just caught his eye

" does the story
really go this way "

the question it cried
and looking at his toes
he thought if he lied…

then hark by two
there came an ark
angel wings
a decent spark
momentum brings
into view a park
shadow of lights
“there is no dark”
day is to come in
this way

"... to infinity... "
and then it was gone

Art.of a heart.makeSway.the next part

invisible something

man walks through a board room door looks around and decides while this would be considered a ‘totally fab’ existence to most it no longer seemed worthy of the vast fortunes earned somewhere back in time when he, a lone traveler collected where his heart called “mine” these things all the ready made while sublime were still of simple in sort to his mind

preciously beautiful the delicate lips of those there until a shocking wave taught the otherwise childlike eyes where precious might be too, sometimes lie beasts in bosom bare and so it was as the mother shared in this world created by the man in the board room door

he sought to seek more and in so doing took fortunes time thinking wandering around the land wondering what if any in the things he could sew might change how his day became what he “used” to know rather than what he could do and so this began the true journey of his soul

looking down he saw his feet dressed in socks ripe in weep from travels far and resting then in a concrete jar he slept alone on a hard ground quietly crying to the lone sound of his heart
which fell apart the moment he saw who he did in the dim light of time

“prestidigitator…” was the start of a rhyme he’d know knots until all signs come to show that overly comfortable conditions do make for senses lessened whits loosened in dimensions hastened as a smile and a really great grilled cheese became a most popular item invisible as it is to most on a menu far far yet not at all really far away.

“some things out to hear” began the great day and so his story’s to continue

“what can I say”
she wrote

c.
say cheese,smiles across the board room
a velvet gold mine inside and outside of momentary time
tesla cioled a spring,so energy began to sing
density fluctuated einstien calculated
distance and percetion shift walikng on air
in between time far away closer than here

i.
“elvis” is it true
what tests love to flex a must
is the difference between
who albert’s lust
gravitates to
while a spring is sprung
is the moments time
a sin of smiles
in a den of rhyme

c.
gentle on my mind like early morning rain
in the mist of the morning alaho what do ya knowa
with heels on wheels there`s a brand new horizon
stepping out of time is not always fine
but its such an easy question when suspicion becomes superstition
and someone is always on your mind

i.
gentleman’s mind is a must of the kind
early morning rain my heart explains is of type mine
heels indeed make squeal to the horizon where eyes on
mean stepping out of time is the way to rhyme where a superb in tuition
becomes what suss is a picken as ‘knows’

c.
suss is a lot of fuss for the knows that blows
picking up stitches where time leaves itches
the nose just like the toes tip toes along with and crows
stones the mind just like a weed of some kind

i.
sitchin never flinched as a pinch
made cinch of his soul
a desire for time
count stones
of bold
and the eat of crow
might be delicious
after all

c.
ice scream of crow said the doc at the radar station
the past sure is tense across a desert of martain dust
tents of the past get blown in the solar wind
light reflected off the oceans of the moon
as mathematics flowed into ink
unconditionally guaranteed a pinch is a sinch
like a kiss is to bliss

i.
and there the eyes dream of a kiss
where bliss quenches the desert a rose
think tinkers on the brink of intense
as a pinch in the bath promises path
is the best way to make play as ‘we’

the write house

in a white space
a black dog stood
I walked along
seeing what I could

in a dream undone
his hand held one
"as this peace"
of paper
what he'd shown
was 'everything'
in a plane face

"space is...
as the aperture"

clovers red rover

"... saint the battrick ..."
oh my a
hat trick
switches bate
a date of which
just isn't late
~ she grins

"pur"sir
is spelt
with a U

neos.phlytt

X.plane.aWay

"talk to me now"
and so she said
"we"

are the product
and creation of
what Life did
to become as love
in a world undone
and a time unseen
as never before
has there ever been
a time of waste
of haste and lack
and never before
has god wanted back
"this place"

so planets in space
set motions grace
to the pace
of a human kind...

to change our mind
and hearts to date
matching us up
with natures rate
of speed
"gods like that"
as it is indeed;

neo.fights

in the light
a beginning is
where points
of write
become flight
and a convert
of one ordained
takes the vow
to begin again

“… it ain’t over, clover …”
as a rover, says “…hi…”

look up
it’s the bright side

mr. smith

mustars anderson
and the rush is on
never before seen
the sun undone
a crooked cat
sumers fun
and sitchin
did say on one
as the fun began
the two expand
where threes a door
to four and more
x
“flip forMe”
is a real clear form

can.did

off!
off with it’s head!
and then she did!
she made off!
with it…

definitely there is definitely ‘more’ in the goings on than meets any eye
especially in the one who knew that a certain unmentioned creation
wasn’t really created but rather was a ‘reaction’ to the state of things.
that’s right it’s time to wake up and smell the tuna ‘they’ don’t really put people into
just places ‘we’ do and while you think you know who ‘they’ are
you most certainly don’t know who ‘we’ are

Rice was ripe and a funny chap at that and while off about pale hopps
he did nail it on the head when he called the royals ‘green’….
tactically unsound advertising however to make known
the true color of a prince’s skin.

poor devil in the details discovering that a book of revelation missed
in the mention of one a scandalous affair when written,
the ‘she’ of conspiracy true of other dimensions
known to be the trickster in a bind…
never mind tho the intention of her as
she wasn’t really ever there

thunderous laughter
and the sheets are warm ‘here’…
camera lights an action …

“…I really don’t really just want your ear, honey…”
;)

" ciao "
she said

turn it on...

Know something…?

Something isn’t for nothing if
sum things for know things
means know things
faster than light…
and this means
the Jedi came in
the jet I came in too
and so the eYes
appear amid sight
squaring right
on an angle
who taunts elite
with the haunt
of an angel
sins appt
for struggle
pointed instead
to adapt for speed
as gods calling
placed in case of need
the art of a heart felt
in deeds quickening
shapes forming
as turning it on…
is to learn

it’s sound

lynch pins

weird thing
lynch pins
the center
of a plate wins
held over from
falling over bins
of wine, fine foods
and after hour mints
martinis of gin
olives live in
and splashes of lime
green
in the den of time
the water is pure
and the heals
are in luxusury
“a money clip”
is the first
rod in
‘slippery’

“… hey prince.ess, I have your shoes …”


his place is time
quintessential wine
set to Chef’s table
the urchin divine
near the bay
sets a sun
to begin the day
candles on the table
a perfection of ‘entree’
“… so what about that, jet? …”


hark! she say…
wondering if the fog
has lifted to day
a Pink Moon
on the back of may
“… and an apple from mars …”
saw the light this way


.
R.
.
the gift of the jedi, adoring the chose and one. you can use the iching to scratch or drag on in song. got milk?


…. four point to sevens ear ….
he asked
if we got milk…. is the jet I came in properly cloaked then???

dear me

shadow of night
was it I saw
pass the light
in a blinded eye
a spear of ice
reflecting sky
fixed
to sensation
a holy equation
there
the rabbit
was known to spy
a mix
sure of elation
the only mention
who cared
that the milk
was ever there

surveyor...

.... bt so well .... it's you.
" been a long time darling, how's your tunic hangin? "

Surveyor X tra O in there.... hans meant solo man
helmsman too

"hark!" is it fu who bark?
set to walk and a nice day
in the park dear... come join me.

you've been dead quite a while,
the air will do you good.
" are you back from holiday then? "



... more importantly, do they know we've returned? ...

type.face 2
elite.style o
"great sheets"

elation

“a constant” if you please….

atta cat
said Anakin
the sky walks hot
as the mana skin
there again the ancient
tongue to hear again
before we come
it’s in
the clearing

.

eYe…sounds like
the jedi came in….

what’s fun are buns
so sounds undone
became the sun
and a golden flow
sweet as the snow

“..she melts..”
for a cinn or two
where the milk
looks up to say
“who are you”

…. eYes!
said the iching….
I do.

and so came
the dragon sang
to soothe her soul…



.
R.
.
the gift of the jedi, adoring the chose and one. you can use the iching to scratch or drag on in song. got milk?

…. four point to sevens ear ….
he asked if we got milk.... is the jet I came in properly cloaked then???
she battens the long lashes….

" you know, Number One, you’re the only one ever, to date, who has asked "

Warp Zero
Time to wave…. activation, activated
looks left… looks left….
he thinks the iching is a brillow pad… Terrance … says the cookies ‘over there’ are pretty damn good

santa

be aware
anna’s in town
desert looks cold
but the dragons ’round
fire works as a holy sound

and the crackers
there
are the dough

this...soul man

this ol’ man
he played one
he played nick’s back
with his thumb
and the pic sacked jack
to give the dog a home
the java she holds
meant scrolling
songs….

.

this hew man
he played two
and she’s a quick back
on forward shoes
the globe she smacked
in loving blues
gave the gods a home
where there’s nothing to lose
“we needed the help”
they listen to news
we sent the disc
with directions too
….. so there’s no tease
where needs are pleased
and another way
is meant to ease

2scribe

and like the old man
I got my pen
water in bowl
and a wand in hand
the candles lit
all about my den

tapping rifts
and the ripples gift
what I gaze…

into the deep
of the golden glow
peering into time
of the yet unknown
to describe

… what I see …

within
gardens by the entry
figures of mystery
are one of a kind
a shift of shapes
in the sight of mind

and from above
as though they came
one by one
into dawn by name
the base of a vessel
all awash in flame

the closer I peered
the farther away

the duck
in the crystal
has a bearish day…

and on the way down
makes a stop to say

" I see you
saw me too "

spare change

squared dreams
in a book of changes
where the ice
rearranges
as you write

life becomes
the escapement
and mocking stares
dare note the strange
where the shocking glares
coat faces of the nonbeliever
“….. we need five …..”

dragon writes to find her
as the year turns sound
nine ancients knew
it would come
around

“…..and so it follows .....”

that this
came to ground.

dear alice

I've made
Parmesan
couscous
in a tea pot
and the man
of darling
all spice
cooking
with the
pea pods
nods from
the kitchen
that the map
is in the hat
that the cat
gave hatter
while the
butler was
at the bar
just before
the last supper
and a Muppet
said a tuff it
was hard to do
yet *poof*
went the stuff
and the love
became all
a brew

care for....
a cup fulla?

.

fine brim on the prime time of tea
pour as an ocean
to rain as the see
and super is the bet
where yet it’s to be

.

Chewy…
I believe it’s the anna can dood
little known apples in the pudding
while food for thought
forgot not about
the corn dogs tar
way simple mind
melds fine with as cute
a cat as you
the hatter might be mad
but at last… the tat has too

.

I favor the grin ;)
Whata kin you cat
who have the count
of a woman’s tat
specific is an
apple, Jacks
as a fiddle
fulla love
said
act!

.

act 2 act
tats to wein
think gin
is as fine
as the mean
and every rat
backs a five,
star cat
if a sirius dog
is a wearin’ my skin
she said hi
… so the jacked sun
could grin ;)

.

"... hear is
the cup fulla ..."

lite

through
blindfolds
of my mind
I wander aimless
yet hope to find
a pair of dice
thrown through time
itself and of the hands
who held a dare
the roll was twice
while here and there

a.firmITive
"... the 'god' part, tickles..."

'bud'

" are you on high, Q ? "
volumes ...

Dig it Laz...

Lazarus…
…………rise
……………….a sure prize
…………………………………is the sight
…………………………………………………..in my eYes
and I see you
and I see you
saw me too
as I slept

it’s been four long
as years are to days
what rhyme is to song
and while in sleep
it was there
in the deep
as a tip
dipped
into wells
of enchanting spells
that a type was set
sent forth as yet
to be here in touch
as much to do
about love
means this
the “sent”
mentioned
from above
is “Thee”
very start of
a cool tongue

and “what”
of a church
in the name of one
was heard
so hear
she came in
a force of thirds
questions
as the quest
of best intentions

where next
do we sit
if not a bench
and so a mark
was sent
and lent

to.mile.on e

.
“a rich man’s crumbs?…. are for the birds”

her.ratio…..
are more things by this heavens earth
so make turn

“four”
into our eyes
a sunrise burns

“two
tell a story…”

one on one

the center

“HardWhereSoft”
the new “micro.Source” center
;)~(lick to enter)

ring.ring

the bellaware special
valley of 12 nights
and a mention
of sprinkles

Saturn.alia
moans not
of a lease no
and the waterways
are all ways free.man ;)

happy hollydays

….
and Yule log it too

...
the 'hello' philosophy

...
Hello?
;D

.
.i
philo dough
sophy
hello
lee.oh… it’s you

.
.l
dough? you knead sumthin’?
;D

.
.i
yule know
soon enough
as the kneading is done
and the rise
of delicious begins

pretty hips a rose bud
~ she grins

not
to be mistaken
with chagrin

a text
massaged;
to be specific


.
.
.c
12 partridges in 4 pear trees
6 song birds swimming
a yule log logging 3 moaning turtles
and ten leaping lords drumming the night away

.
.i
you party animal you ;)
12th night it is
for my dear
in a dare see
I log a calling
for a morning fall
where cords are beeping
and the drummings all
I can hear….
“let’s play”
:)
my part tickles
and your part sways

.
.c
swaying particles collide albert logs the movement of time
drum beats are a concern now splitting the atom at cerne
newton the last sorcerer of the elizabethan age
the force is down by a factor of four hearing gailileo knocking at the door
ring ring the song birds begin to sing ebb and flow said hello

.
.
.
the ringleader ...

long ago I was lead by the ring; more quiet now, or maybe more feral. here the window becomes another view; if you can get five fingers through, it’s a gate; otherwise, a door.















et hm…. irresistible is you
and touch is touch(e)
I do adore, I do say
when you write
in this very way and yes
I can give one
to get one
for what’s fun
“old man…”
is a tumble
in the sea
…corndog
of my eyes
for the fires
do grant me…
your joystick “…thumb war? …”
to see who lyssps
first?

the elite

12 characters as an inch
4.7 as a scent.ti.meet.her…
88.8) constellations later….
704 god became a writer
we now call Creator
and of type … ing ….
“gui”
is of a type “being”
as in
in the beginning, there is

thank you very much.
thekeyboard.


.
.
.c

in the begining there was binary

then numbers of usury
case sensitive creators
search like intergalictic traders
across a dune of numbers
in the desert of after hour slumbers
beings typed into constellations
planck`s constant becomes variable
the frequency of waves elite radians
reduced in value by the principle of uncetainty
so in the begining there was binary
.i
in the beginning… there is
do.me.a. hi Q
and make it a poem
enter galatic creators
dessert of the after hours
plans for a constellation
frequency waves of elation
values of certain equation
reduction of product inflation
within the beginnings base
binary is a cherry of space

ho ho ho!

SO
sitting
inspires me
the obvious news
of our century
and google knew
the yahoo too
ding bots
persueur

what really
knots true…

the Jolly Green
once thought to be
a Sprout of pea
can now be seen
wearing shades
of the Aspen…

in raspberry beds
colored for reds
the Scout my dear
has a nose no fear
type of glow

search to sea
in a can of seen
all the rows golden
where might have been
quite lean

“Santa”
has a lantern
and by his hand
turns on a machine

been raining for days
but the shoppers
don’t know
what it means

and alone….
a ranger chooses
to do the stranger
thing

returning a nibble
on a nipple, ring

“… yo, ho ho who? ;)…”

.
I sure hope it’s the ‘Dough’… ‘boys’

.
Jolly Green Giant
takes on Santa
.... meanwhile
science looks to understand the universe
in a spec of bleu cheese....
near the mine
they find the dough
just in time
so we can know
"... ranch ..."
is a better dressing ;)

My $1 on
A. Fermi






.
and oh, but you “dizzy girl”… why a fermi.tive?

why not I say… they conCERN with guessing…otherwise

Q on stickhead… bubblegum cheek … she scans the table….
we’re playing the “god part…” right?
it’s a wicked bank shot….

let’s chalk….


.
'dough' ... aka 'mass'
oh! what now, will the pope call all the crackers?!

"what's happening"

null breach captain!

“… have ya gone and lost yer head man?! …”

too LOUD
she’s coming in too loud I say!

“… and they call this one Enterprise.zing?…”

doh!
“who’s got mail”
oh boy
it’s yod again…

;)~

hey! …… that better not move my planet!

myAndPerSeAnd

dear burger...

“… sevenths heaven …”

buckle up folks
we’ll be landing
in the upper seas

“… that DNA7 bit was a funny one huh? …”
;) yes, it was!is


.....
for the prosper of it
.....

Land per say and there…
in my hand
is a wand
so a where
up a ways
has a knows
and a glow
not a haze
berber…
hasn’t been
lost in days

Berber & Tifinagh for example
“… I’m ancient baby…” so I said;
have a beer honey. xo
there’s no if n about it
I’m in awe

"...think out loud..."

dear TOL

argumentation theory?
are you kidding me?

“… sin is my invention ….”
said god, sincerely , it works

“… can you hear me now? …”

data converther

….I’m no one’s terd
I said

“…. and I’m no one’s fucking cover ….”
god replied

no wonder
no one was a spy afterall….

country club blues

“… I want my planet back …”

said god…

“… and the math … is coming… "

mind melds

mind meltz?

a welder's elder

melded minds

with me.

sWay...

near
it was then
when far away
seemed clear and
a close for comfort
once upon here
was just a now
before there

;blast for me....

"ello" he said...
ello?
HIM! ....I replied

"...and in the Beginning..."
there was just this guy
his eyebrow danced
and so did I...

he had a Branch
in the Bread of Life
a Refiner's Fire
Cornerstone and knife
he was Author...
of our Faith and lives

"... and as Creator ...."
he never died
"... I do but Guide..."
he never lied

Faithful & True
Everlasting and more
Firstborn is Who
and here for sure
I'm hear for you...

"... I am the Light ..."
the Life and the Love
Lion of the Tribe
Like an Eagle above
the Shield ...
and the Whispering Soul
Gentle... as long ago

"... I am Teacher..."
of the Source of course
and of all ways
in the Spirit of choice

"... Head of my Body ..."
song of my voice
I AM Who
signed...
in the Righteous noize
of Love.

"... it was a blast for me, too ;) ..."

entity

en ti ty
enti
bodies
" in you thank you "
entities
" and if it is you "
....set it ....

Plenty...

"...altitude adjustment..."


I have plenty while my means meager
My frame slight while my appetite eager.

I am Entity Plenitude with a plentiful attitude
And I've been about hear the whole time.

My friends have called me Plenty Times
but many times, they forget my name.


.
modified
today.

process 'this'...

it's a process
and not a 'what'
a pro to confess
not a mess
yet a new age
for a man
bet a woman wage
mechanical brains
were built
to be caged

"heal bones out"

and don't be afraid
a pro.grammar plays
with the totem
"scout"





.
inspired by
aPical ancestor

Guinan...

"is there anyone out there...."

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

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

2036
"yawns"

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

Maximus Interupptus

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

oh look… is that a treeline down there?

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

beem me up who?
how
are we gonna do that

and so she smiled
...indeed :)

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

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

ra ra
isis wears no bra…
witness a bit ‘closer’…
mister http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Isis.svg
there’s quite the nipple there
double deckers and under wired brahs
are only for the ‘saggy’ over out of shape kind,
Isis on the other hand,
has a lovely figure it forms quite a find…
the horus sang chorus when he heard such a thing
and the moses, always knew this…
about her ‘other’ nipples ring

Who moved the moon...

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

"her eyes are on..."

and so
Who moved the moon....

who's'talkin'

are you coool?
and collected
“data’s hear”
and co.elated
coalesced…

so cool
I’m eclectic
and eccentric
yeah, electric
weird
“and strange”
so what the heck….
let’s get it on

“the prime
directive”

hot & heavy
in heavenly song
“like the kind”
I like …it’s
“the sauce”
complex brevity

thought so
bright it’s light
“what I find”
delicious
in write
is sweet
“… gets me”
turning me on
“…to bet me”
and
“… to please”
wasn’t wrong

pleasure
the center
of desire
to be in site
of what’s right
as left appears
to belong

1000
beautiful things
before breakfast
in a song…

“couldn’t resist”
the love is this
and not
~gone

imon.Q

curious man …
if I had said
“yes”
in the bath
how would you then
reply
perhaps
with just a ‘bye’? ;)
my friend
oh my then I
might not
have said
the truth
back when
you asked

“path to the bath”
makes wet who's math

“yes, that IS
the quest.imon”Q.

a shoo.in

how'd that happen?

..under
the taker
scoff 'in "laugh"
who
are you a foolin' ?

..ones red
another's blue
minds lavender

"fire starts her"
what's truth
well...
"I missed her"
he said

"sanguine"
a balletto

the paint spins
a brush explores
for what more...
but to rise
once
and once more
"... the color soars..."
set aside for us
the stage

clears for'm

hey chef
"let's make some
bread,
that is..."

a good sport
he reports
" if I am"
then yes mam

Sam
the egg is green
but greats the ham

"are you listening...?"

charcoal clears
a chalk board
the ball falls through
an open sky port

"start hear"
said the pen....

she wrote about us
"showing...."

so then a how
let a who,in


"I know
I'm not quiet
Human"

a he then in heaven...?

a he then
said heaven
is a haven when
the she's even

"did you call for me?
... square?"

merchant asks
how
many for a where
and how strange
the arrangement
is there, he said

" do you play, 21 ?"

seven days
eyes see
eye to eye
in a sideways
production

position....
"my correction"

to be up
to be down
a fold in time

strange the matter
of what swells
in rhyme

"is it you?"
listen then
it's true

a schema, thank you
"is not a stigma, thanks too"

who knows... ;)

does god exist?

god “dess”
“dess” god

sweettish ... “its”

“… the “She” of ‘it’ …"

;) x

"fire up"

arrogance is a glance
at what next
might be
in sight of elegance

dearest Clementine
the charts well
and by what
you gave
hell…
the streets
might be so called

“the cure
was never a wall”

while some dare
contemptuous
stares, some
become fixed
to care

“there…”
is a mark
in woodlands air
a spark the elders hear

simple hints
are what’s meant
to be here
by way of aware

signed in stone
Winston.Leonardos
church.of.one
~grins ;)

oh phoo

so there he grins
“oh shitting”
as the empty gin
glass shatters

oh fee!
no fight
know ‘if’
you fool
it’s ‘me’

and I beg pardon
as your heart
might beat
hard on…

I do say
to this day
a hunter is
what isn’t ‘prey’

a bare standard
while games in play

“observe hear
Mr. Conductor”
the mits are off
and sincere

“complex.simple.form”
a clock stopped one
so the scrambles on….

oh man! Padmé
the eggs undone!
gold dust low
and Amidala’s
“in the kitchen”

“poof!”
a magic dragon…
;)~

“someone say
we’re missing
an engine?”
lol

soma!

if she were here
I'd ask my mom
how long it's been
that I've been gone

a minute of days
an hour of song
so many ways
centuries on

living life over
and given one

"are you awake?"
as am i and
as you are
i am as you







“drink of the gods”
yea “god” for god sake
and that’s not an ache
it’s a sake like a wine

“she winds up....”

I just forgot

I wore green
I remember
the scene
a thin blouse
a skirt lined
unseen

my reflection
a glisten of beam
the sun or what...

was it I've seen
the time stopped
just a second
it seemed

and I forgot
where it was
that I had
just been

in what time
was the space
that this
is now in

I just forgot

amid night...

to appear
amid night
eyes focus
onto one
keen sight

waves breaking
clouds in flight
the air is shaking

“and who
does this write”

nowhere asking
amid a sight
as somewhere

appeared
in the light
to know where
we could be then

“do you have…”
the time
to believe
that a rhyme
could become
as life is to be
when the writing
is done
there
in the garden
is a message
in stone

“for these …
are as one”

appearing
amid the night
and writ to be
of the right
twice the say
for half the sight
is left to know
what love
can do

a right foot forward
meets a left footed shoe

it’s the something
odd pairs do

weird o things

the conduits between
membrane or something
wormholish maybe…
but a catch is to receive
and one needs many mits
while not necessarily of might
or mighty, but of receptive
like sticky and not icky
rather like tick as in ST and Y
the why of it being very small
as if to be like V, man it can be
a bit confusing for sure…
but to assure

one doesn’t need an ass to ride

touche downs

okay then
12.21

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

between CHI
seems
"uninterruptable"




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

aPical

“wanna peak you say?”
all aboard
the Spike Train

take a ride
it’s a nice day
appearing
what appear
to be amid
the lights
branches
over twice
our sight
… and you’ll feel it

just know it’s right
and don’t fear it
a new sphere
upon flight
… and it’s write

a Pyramidal
a cog
of primordial
is true
as penned
a tree grows
inside you too

“hey johnny
it’s the apple seed”

Excitable in the
action of deeds
“for god speed”
it surely must be

four the sides
to breach a need
a mach fire
and a match
books three

“are you driving?”
“sport?”
remembering
brains free

. . .

integration
outside a machine
in the clouds
it can only be seen
upon entry
to exterior scenes

neuronic ….
what a nerve
to know
what you see


...
inspired by a pyramidal neuron ;)

Bones too

and listen
"eleven of nine"...

it was a time
of mystery
and all even
in the gist
of history

when sudden
the best guest
of story
made haste
with a plate
on a starry night...

save for wright
what might
be a sight
in the daze
of soaring eyes
before a fork
made off a joke
and be
for a dork
who enjoys
to use spork
said sure....
it works

for Bone soups too

way side

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

“the guise”
the steal
of a heart
concealed

to what it means
“knot this time”

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

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

“the great save”
;)

three

“three…
objects
after”

and they laughed

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

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

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

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

three objects
are now
~quiet

near

eYe.Peace

"little filare on the filame"
look a bit closer
"I was always here"

life
a rose
to know where
a twist of fire
become eyes
who stare

"my way" is
the "hi" way
said a man
name god
"if you dare"
but if you do
then who
might care....

dreamers
became hot
in a bed
as a soul
"prepares"
to move
a head

within peace
and with thy
eYes open

of the sky

there was no one

just the wind
in the weeds
only no one

in the desert
on the breeze
blowing by
only tumbling

near the flowers
going dry...
and I could see them

without knowing why
there the echos
bounced

and silently by
of whispers

are the sounds
I could feel
in the sky
they twisted

within fire
and ice

they g'listen...

the remains

what remain remains
and of the remnants
there came some
in and of the few
and of those who
forever more
haunt the sea
of their memories
"how far..."
do we go
to show
of what
rains

when there remain
some things
to know

"the filament"
is

reality

simply one
complex
simplicity

"welcome..."

to 'my' insanity
the need to know
a soul
of possibility

"come dance"
and with me
there came
another
one
and of
the others
the same
was seen
with them
one
of another
again

"come find us"
in
what remains

a fedora's trilby

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



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

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

aleo...

a
Leon
it's u

"are you awake ?"

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

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

co...

cobrah

“is it ?”

been here
the
whole time
…tave

;o ))

sharp turn

“you”

we are

original

u c
ofo

we are
awake

… ttyl
is 'now'


we are
“in it”

ae

ae
io
u an
eye…
a ;)

The
otto, man
said fly
and Jeppesen
knew why
this could be

a How
is the word
enabling see
what it should
be and come

two appear
amid a row
Who knows
and with some
it is
for us to show

“Legends of …”
a good woman
the write of
a great man

Master
Peace.Caster
a ghost
upon a land
…. and
in the silence

a great shift
is at hand

the force of nature
is a sight
“four eyes…” ;)

“soar...”

Shoe.Man

For the reason….
the remnant of these thoughts

what brought you here
ideas?
that I’d figure it out…

the sphere of a round cavity
best left in brevity
what we know

did you feel it?

it’s been in my head
the whole time.

and the number IS….
18.72
for 7.8 anyway


..........................
it's a matter of sole

the press....

"Depression
is Rage turned
against Self"

You might feel sad
rather you're mad
and might knot
know it....

Self defeating
yet pleading
for change

to be
arranged

joe

well pluck
a third eye find
it is
in the walls …

“math be rich
a wrath be kind”

a pair amid
a road through time

“hey guise…. it’s me
in your mind”

I’m not too sloppy
nor follow from behind
could be of the dead
or of their rhyme

“do you hear it?”

the left unfinished
unremembered
sublime…

in a book of humours
“… it is

not about a bike…”
;)~

She wrote.

HAL!

it’s come
time now
“HAL!
be
as the loofah
sponge bob
said it best…”

you put your right foot in…
input your sight four out
you put your left foot in
and you shake until you shout

you’re due the okay do.key
and it turns your Self around…
that’s why it’s all about!

tip the cuppa…

picture this wise Sith
“we are mistaken”
so I knew you
were Jedi
in guise
and it threw me
what I saw in lies
a pressure on focus
pinpoints in the eye

“do you fold?”
XO…ON!
the skeleton!
is really ….
a jelly
fishnet stocking
and you
thought ‘he’
was walkin’ ;)
ha!

“it musta been god
who made hose…”

now

what about those ?

the remote
who controls
might know

in my mind

jobs four...

this is a job for
thing one and
thing two...

there will be more
these will be four
of those

this
is amore

there in soul
gentle as he goes
motions in mind
noting
who quotes divine
strides of hand
and a man who
wanders on
the wind

hiGgein

i have a crush
on my dentist
i admit it
a bit sadistic
true
can’t resist it

“who”
you callin’ sister

buster
it’s a must
this cavity
to fill a void
with destiny
…
“hi Gene…”

there’s a rod
in the berries
unseen

so I bet a pit
on cherries
bare skinned

and made a call
he’d call me in…

ug...

Its all i can do
my muse is
to be amused
by the use of you

I've been waiting
for what's true
and
if
it
is
that
this
is you...

I'd be amazed

Touch to
Taste
Hear
Thoth...
Sight

the Smell
sights
well

for us...

seven sees
four suns
eyes see
eye to eye
when the hour
has come

for us

nothing
is to know
what things
undone

something

for us
to show

deja vu

another other
in new views
being each
as a pair
of you

no mistaking
what’s here
to be taken

displaced
are the souls
who force.aching

and with abandon
be replaced
in making
peace
there will be

no contagion

suez.midnights.ramble

never guesses

... while some just need SPacE

the human

the human race...
to wHere?

we are

we are not alone
we are not all.one

horder

it’s an order
of a sort clutter
a distorted luster
on a contorted user
an amuse
of the best guess
or was that a guest
whose prose was less
and more desirable
in the condemnation
of a plate
the mention of higher
in the color of slate
a state beyond fire
shows in the glow
of a heart felt desire
the air of a star
shooting far
now as loud
as “wide”
is to bar

eminent
a domain named
station

"...the devil knows..."

…how t.row

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

an isle once lay
on the shores of man

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

“what she sees…”
the devil stares

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

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

what
you can “here”
withe me now…?

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

devil in the details
made a midnight, noon

manx

the mayan
the mason's monk
sat quiet
at the base of a tree
he watched four seasons
making note for reasons
of what in the future might be

a message
in the eucalyptus
a flying bear
a ship in the ecliptic
and a temple
at the base of aware

the mason watched
as the moons went by
making note of a meaning
as to blue in the sky

and a cat in the hat
read that as she cried
the purpose of found
in a heart untried

the owl......

sights to see
what he sees
in her eyes

their pages began
... with a how
to say hi ...

out of time

"she's out of time..."
it
is
out of her mind
seventy two are
a number sublime
and a twelve
by itself turned

water to wine

"she's crazy"
it
is not about lazy
a summer haze
and the days
gone wild
springs a sprocket
and the storms
are mild

a magician sang
to catch me
if you can
in the isle of man
there doubled
are the sounds

"... and the she
is quite
all around"

new jobs

a fix in the mix
and it works
this time

"be well"

watch dog....

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

the axis fundid;
is one and the same

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

clear form

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

selected found
ergo
the nominal
echo comical
sound…

“… smile
you’re candid; …”

and laugh

we’re in good form

“quadrants clear
... I think "

Atoll

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

all this
in the name of I AM

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

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

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

All the ears rang
and by one
they
came

the b.o.b

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

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

who's got your eggo?

hatmaker

hat makers maker
baked a red cake
and Ptolomy said
no men can fake
what it takes
to be felt

"...eellllvis..."
sandras bee
buzzed
back to see
a call in pursuit
of light years root
and so he greased
Olivia's loot

"quick
in silver boots"
the color of green
grew fast in scene
a background static
of all that's been

"sweet"
is the draw of one
a desert rose
on a crystal form
the men of this place
misplaced when born

feathers in a cap
crimson bound
sting of a heart
coincidence found

i look to be found !

the repeated sound of

“this way”
is a round
IT made
to say
found
was a day
to be peace

this isn’t his way
or hers but they
as a we can be
of a whole

this nature
sure and impure
of what it makes
is what it takes
to be true

perfection is

imperfections
brew and
the odds are even
when believing
is the seeing
of a means

and then
it comes
into being
what it is
is this

the growing
of a love
and the creation
of a Who

it is to be You

this is what is
to be coming

Q.name

is your name
a How word?

generations
of the same
have stated
their names
for the sake
of a claim

“no steaks”
in my world
“well came”

no tricks
or games

he pitched
she yawned
and so began
a new day

SimonSays

who
is a llumin
if all are all humin
and if some are all real
then how
are we human?

it isn’t
in the something
of the one thing
to be found
rather
it’s the nothing
in the one thing
that’s the something
in the sound

to be

heard to be
around

I could hear
him say How
and in a word
I said now
and in a turn
we said wow

“… it’s you …”

is it true?

within time
of this space
there’s a day
within pace
that a wind
in chase
just knows

it is, this

for us to show

coffee bowl

ever stare
into a bowl of
thick deep dark
steamy solid gold
love?
stimulating
stimulates us
a mystery
in the mist to
elate us

ti’s time
to find one
;)
feeds the owl

a force of nature

in this place...

imbibition
the displacement
IS...
intuition

to cleave stone blocks
one wets dry stalks
intuit in the water
increases the volume
resulting in pressure
splitting the matter

great the magnitude
of knowing this power
a stem forms the base
of a sun inside flowers

absorb in this place
a head in the tales
of time and space

"Mac a dame" Ein...

"welcome to the acadame"
~ Nut

the pass

a walk about
the root of elders
baby cries to be held
daimons follow
making well
what ales the pan
in Dora's spell

psst... she aint sick
and by her will
she marks "pass"
on the heart
of our sole

into the grove
four watched
her grow

evolution sWay

will you join a revolution
drop an R to let evolution
turn you
into Love
you think
it's on its way
and I know it is
hear today
so relax
as it's happening....

a who to how

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

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

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

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

s how

a how to go about this...
simple
is what isn't
hard without
plain easy

to hear without doubt
to know of what matters
and to feel without fear

" ... it's all in my mind ..."

I'm afraid to be right
the human kind
is not of mine

in the wind is a song
I can hear tomorrow
I look to the light
hope isn't in sorrow

I don't 'want'
and so go alone
into the storm
for a soul of my own

a line

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

"honey..."

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

"destiny..."

to test this
manifest form
of history

and with
a mystery
it was shown

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


four
she weighted
for


the horizon

zebra

are you stripping?

it's
"zeebrah"
easy mate...@@
just a dial on the shield....