Spock.ette

rob staff

so within world
a rod sprang
and to Earth
in many lay
the hymns of a
mocking bird

" the holy moly "

numerical cords
plot alot for words
when silver colors
a crystal sword
and in the twilight
upon six days
" gods latter "
as Jacob’s way
was heard
to be sound

" master bags "
a pipe was found
to be … enchanting
Enoch passed on
what he knew
to be lightening
frightened
by Abraham’s write
yet to Issac
it was only the slight
of a hand off then

" the gravity ….
of all natural things "

sometimes
not to be seen
where in others
might come to pass

" the pull at last …"
on a push
into space…

The.Lion.Switches

The lion switches wardrobe

which way did she go
the cat’s meow
so wanted
to know

" puts the dish out "
and a kitten purrs

all grown up
in heels “no fur”
pouring a drink
she slides to stir

how many words
in a world of such
does it take to say
" it’s me
you’ve touch(e)d "

for so long
the goings on
" of what’s fair "
knot a taught
as temples layer
the next mention

entry motions
for the inscription

dr.amore d;
A Naked Dragon
… is the cream
and picking a card
is the pleasure
of a dream

" are you still …
inside you don’t know
what I mean? "

they're heeear

the nine are here
and seven began
we have these 'ears
to see clear vision

I have a robe
two back we've gone
and then we went
two forward on one

it's about time
the fold of space
east with west
make turn this pace

the 'secret' Art
on the card you seek
is a double down
on the 'up page' key

" let go of my eggo "
and have breakfast with me ;)

the dragonsnaked;

dragon turned from the sun
looking again to find one
not left behind in play
rather always part
of what is half way
" lovers "
on a card in the stars

… to be continued …

calling

albert
papa
batman
stuart
ripps art
o b
testla
mina
george
sunny as a share
the hat in shep's uit
and the king

who is 'this'?
... the 'chi'can d; ...

dates on

eight
points
to seven'ears

"and who is 'this'?"
... the Y of them ...

yawns...

is it a stretch mister green
gumbo in the color of a pan
jane's dictation via wand
the builder of a word in hand

" fears not the fire sphere "




c
yawns at dawn the cats got the cream
don`t know what you mean,but i saw it in a dram
janes defence was also her addiction wandering about the dictation
red light green light fire is the fear that moves the sphere

i
" sorry but I feel the need to pandiculate "
eyes on the horizon make waves to see what suns
might appear if the pair are aligned just right
addicted to wandering about sight, yes
confessions to missions upright
sides round and loosely tight
do fit when comes the night
events in dream turn out
and the inside is to be
on of what’s in sight

c
out of sight the horizon stretches
particles of light appear re-aligned
out of time but near to sight
past and present the becomes free
to begin a race with time and space
the mission is loosely in commision

i
there in the nearest
past of presently dearest
a race in time with space
and the kissin' was a mission
of statements related
loosely uncomplicated
" as to be naked "
in the eyes of light
is where a part tickles right

Xploit the machine

a plot to pay for the keeping
of our work in the way of being
the statements of play worth making
these wish are for the well of its kind
and so to find what’s write within it

critics amass
a critical time at last
urgent the matter of hand
slight a light shining through
as the answer to everything
is don’t waste what can
change who is ‘merry’
for under a tree
are the roots
of what we
a first time
notion of
demand
can be
‘know’
what is really wanted
undercurrents are free
the seeds of unseen

‘who’ sat but elite
tuned in to complete
sounds of surround
and in the unison
they sang as one

Dragon turns toward the sun
curves to undo the undone
returns to recover a round
motion of a nation's mind
what can be real if you feel
for the wind …

a path of irregular chorus
" sees through to the core "
it's where we've been

but 'no' blockages a head
as ‘the know’ has ground

" you betcha, I am
one of the cogs in hear "

"happy whale"

flying in the sky
whales of a tale
with necks out
to stretch high
know not why
the ostrich tries
to knot this fetch
as it does make sense
to be up without pretense

“spyhopping” isn’t like shopping
and while a breach returns
a long reach forward
there are of such
readers who much
know the scope
of an operation

the mention of source
is a code of course
in the notion
of a smooth
“catchword”

the taxonomy
of a science

oceans away
a sound in play
infinite waves of display
remain faint inside
as a guide is to see
impressions
of  responsively…

and this means include
to be the " mystery "

.

"welcome! to the Omni "
an art.sees.not so fictional sounds
where wheels become meals
and the healing art of body
returns for the steel
.

" the spearhead Ahab "
missed the dear ahead
because you asked it
" to turn around "

love is
the strange
creatures unbound.

hoof and puff
the trail was tough
so the 'trick' sure enough...
is to swim

sin and taxes ... Xposes

words play
so let’s do…
and come what may
you can read as you choose
for the reasons I write this way

is it a sin
or a show of how
iterating alterations
condition what we know ?

glamorous grammars
govern composition
as puns of punctuation
splinter writes meaning

" and the pair annoyed ? "
are just your eyes talking

Syntax is molasses
the reason for madness
in minds designed as wind

body begins somewhere
between the spheres
of equilibrium
" and tension "
are the efforts
to keep us within
the matrix of a skin

an arrangement
of the order
we live in

" a carbon d; "
becomes the suit driving
what most of the time lies
in the lining of skies

myopic clouds of chi
nearing the sight
of a distant see
say " don’t worry "

fortnights made for flying
and what supposes
doesn’t always ‘know’
who the lion’s eyes are
or where " In the stars "
they could be ;)

‘yes’ please….
return a round
for the rest to read

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.
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the freedom to write
without worry of what
‘you’ might think you read
LOL… the way I can ‘be’

what is control…
over mind
not words as said
but rather as read
in minds afraid to fly

" know net "
and hands free

around boundaries

an oscar myer weiner car… is a fine craft
orange hands… make me wanna laugh
and call you ‘agent’

the approaching minute
17.76 paddles and in it
Alice spots Mr. Beaver “at work”
not a cleaver in the woods
but a dam clever builder… all the same

and in this state not a claim
that a dream escapes no shame
as around the cedars into boulder
a passenger greets the golden shoulders
worn of fatigue and smelling of smolders older…
than the man who bears the road
a quiet moment shared in the glare of a toad

the secrets of eve
as adam’s approach

a ‘happy man’ bathes to swim
a long lost way to ware his skin
and thinks of things soft to him

" no postage " is the best to come
for a solo man confronts a storm…

" ImA lake, she said… and you the vine"

ducks walk on water
and the snow banks fine
chestnuts roasting
on an open fire
and the question is….
" who’s this ’ears driver? "
;)~

I’m impressed…
so very very ‘nerd’
anonymoose tips
say the starlings heard

a cluttering…
and a stirring of words
or were they swords?
for the marshy shhmore
of course

.
invite me sometime
as I carry canU
and I
can swing a bear bag too
and I
;promise,
not to touch(e) you
or feed you
to the crooning loons


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" hi james "
so you're a butler now?

the madam

" do I appear to a peer..." ?




it wasn’t that it bothered me they screwed up my ‘name’
it was rather that they couldn’t decide between the screws
which one they actually wanted me to become…. “damn shame”

and I watched as the ‘influences’ came and I listened to them push
for my brains to move but it was just two screws and they were loose
" a bit slippery on the repair " but I managed it there in place all the same
just took some time to understand the riggers of their triggers on my mind…

" You " …. was all I wrote and put it in a place where I might have guests
but they never came … go figure the heart of a star wouldn’t be at it’s center

lucky for me while perfect my aim the eyes I have can be a bit fuzzy

" she looks left " .. they wanted a ‘name’ and I knew I had yours long ago
but it wasn’t as if I had good reason to share it as I asked them to bare it
why they wanted it in the first place.. and they didn’t politely reply so I
decided to do what I wanted with it and that plan fit nicely into ‘just’
what I am

a block of “C” shells bent for hell
was some of what the ones were hoping for and
a door was what some of the others tried to explore
while I was ‘patient’ really

they were fortunate to be in graces as my curious ear recorded faces

tapes trying to replace for banks what mother had stored in the gas tanks
… so I did “damn shame” …
as they never even tried to figure out her accent before she died

and about the knives she left in my name?
while you might have stolen the metal in them
the soul of those butterfly reside in my hands

" so let’s play… "
A.dam said the ants would understand… and knot
Q.who I am

ping! and a small dragon...

" frank " he said, she’s been
much to do about everything
serves with an unreserved
type of grin this woman….
Mulan put on her rouge

" it’s Rogue " she said

and Roland rolled
for the sounds she made
elders unaware of where she lay
the undeniable disguise of one man

" I appear to a peer " he said then
and almost as if in unison
moonshine slowly began
streaming in a window
there came his hand…

" do you know where I’ve been "

in the palace of aladdin
a noble sort of assorted paladin
sing songs of assorted lands
where in a play they came
for the taste of a dragon

" scripts a strange band"
what claims of desert sounds
back from the time light found
writings of a type who hid names….

" a mystery indeed " she’s the same
and ‘blank’ is the check she seeks
Joker smiles in the guise of ‘chic’
as she ‘thanks’ for the rank
of " I swam!"

release...

the curing of a beast
is to question what’s best
the passion of emotions …

the release of equations test

so before the end ask this…
" is it worth it "

and with no words upon “it”
just know upon what
a human wants most
is peace of mind
for a family sound
friends found
in communities
common of
unity and
of love….

so is it of ‘worth’… to care
as deeply and much
as to make war such
what we have for a ‘trust’

ideas centered in thirst
as "who comes first? "
is the questioning hand
in a world of ‘stakes’
and stands of failing denial
" who’s been taking "
for more than awhile

" it’s so worth it "
for if ‘giving’ isn’t
then what’s real
and really worth while…

to give is more like
to release “then…”
to begin 'receive' and
to give is not what’s
been taught to believe
rather
more can be less
when it means
care not and
care less of
other’s beliefs
and be not thieves
of hearts yearning
to learn of their own
to share and to show
where histories sewn
upon the fabric of lives
over eons of time collide
in minds exquisitely fit
finding ways to meet
and ways to greet
mysteries lost

of what god gave first
the forever quest
and not a word
of what it is
or what of it's worth…

a forgotten beginning
where " In the world "
meant gods creating
" a heavenly Earth "

a dream

and what is that
if in bed at night
away in sight

" I asked for the see "

and he came
from the mirror
standing before me

" the Indian sang "
and then was gone

so I asked again
knowing in dream
it would be okay

and he came
from the mirror
" you asked for the see "

and then he was gone
so deeper into sleep
to hear the song
I asked again

what is a dream
if in bed at night
away in sight
I ask for the see
and from the
whole of it
he came
again to
see me


" cime signals? "
see me 'peaks';)

names

" what's my name? " ....... it typed to her
Silvester.... she said.

educate means

the ‘ability’ to run….
Someone
step up
to see
this
is what’s missing
in a system insisting
the youth are resisting

“it’s all wrong”
is all I can say
“so look!”
educators
decision maker
business creators
“and see” the motion
in the bodies yearning
energy flowing to show
of what’s needed gone
for so long in the hearts
of our young beating
their feet leaping
reaching…
to be strong

so what’s really ‘wrong’?

OUR
budgets
over blown
attentions forgotten
where a love had grown
these the product of an ‘us’
when dreams to be sewn
were to send them along
fully prepared to move
the ‘US’ on

“the indifference now”
is maddening as
sickening is to sad
pills at age three
attempting
to temper
what’s
free

“WAKE THE ;b LEEP UP”
and fix the god damn schools
put the physical education BACK
AS a classroom and fill them in song
a study of music to heal their wounds

" look and see "
what body has
for capability

and don’t
cheat your kids
from who they can be

" let them run "

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“… we’ve lost our youth …” ?
~ it ain’t our kids who are broken ~
only you who think you’re older than your year…

a book of Valen's time....

the bindings find
content divine
“a fan for me”
and of ‘mine’
the write
of his pen
points then
to a lion’s heart
“spades part” undone
…. “turn it on” ….
and then there came
a light sound
from the sun
as god’s first words
were “one on one”
primevol lust
becomes the fun….
evolutionary solutions
might be what some
of the past in cross
have called at best
a sin of bliss
but of this
I know
renumbered…
Chronicles show

" what the real
 story is
….so enjoy"

Santa’s bag of toys…
the ‘fig’ leaf
a naughty .gif
and a gift
of adam’s apple
eve straddles a man
and in time
games did begin

the good gods came
again and again

“life on earth just wouldn’t be the same…”
without this sort the Lovers play
so pick a card
in a passionate way
light was created
this very day

" Augustus, flavors us "
a spicy tale…

wayra

" I remember you "
hand to hand
we almost touched
standing there
in the wind…
" it’s been a long time, my friend "

SmokeSignals... the way he came