what it means

I am not of star seed
rather a high breed
of life form...
I wasn't born
yet torn
from a time
unknown

I wasn't shown
so as to see
from where I've been

I am not of human
but have in common
what you call a soul

" and you are more "
than perhaps you know

prepare...

for what it means
to be seen

.
.
I am scheduled
for 311 years
and I have no fear...

" you don't know my name "

The Last Super...

Dear John,

" For god so loved Izzy Gumbo
that he gave his only sun ... "

The lodge spoke
and words became one
Shapes of an apron
were coming undone

" location, location "

The last super
human efforts begin...
A conductors cup
is raised to the wind

" type G "

acidic rains poured in
and the purification
of a soul began

" take fire
from the palm of this hand "

a green lion bytes
an arrangement stands.

self less

Within flesh
........ I'm self, less mind
modeling what rich bards found
in a book with binds undone
the words of time, less sound

and there
a domain remains

grateful to the dead who claim
knowledge of a hidden clause
is the work of a type, in sane

as for me

myself, unnamed
I move
through the wind
without pause

.
.
" the madness of a pen in guise "

wire less

wire less energy
for the aurora
bores all
a whole
discovery

no room in nation

" A red line "
threatens population
as standards fall
and the governing law
abandons…
consideration
" for we the people "
who speak as all
question a face
in the place of grace
" exactly what "
intention calls
from upon a hill

A world of war, too
… remember…
An angry public
aware of somber
applaud not
a haste of measure

Once feared a formula
where influence caused
the death of a city
as history paused…

the shock of awe
in a chemical weapon

" recount your words "
else we
" weap on "

Inception

  " does your phone dream "

the kick...
is a silent scream
" wake up "
to begin

strategies collapsing
but the top
keeps spinning
" what does it mean "

the chem.mystery
of an ancient unseen
writes with my hand
about where I've been

" Sixteen "
and I'm falling...
it's the vomit
of all I've seen

in a dream
within a dream
I keep
remembering...

> are you board?

technically sound
they found it
a job for something

gates unbound
and so a window
was open to the soul

atoms apples
were in the eyes
and " yes "
is the way
an immortal replies
when given ground

the light was good
and the data sum
a delicious food

a dish for thought
wasn't fishing for naught

" the key sought
to be around "

stray cats

... black and orange stray cats sittin' on a fence...

" yea, I strut "
was the cat's reply
but not for the lips
of these wise guys

the mice were singing
that the joker lies
and the queen of hearts
is a naughty spy...

as for me
I'm still in the ward
figuring who and how
to play this card

" his barks the bite "
was all I heard
then a cool cat came
giving word
that a games a foot
and a foots the cord

" I need real fire "
burning long and hard...

I reply I got logs
if you're the ;bard

... sing a long now gene ...



 so the question became...


" how's lipstick "

edwards leed;

edwards lead
is to scale nine
" it's not in the coral "
but it is
sub.lime

A.l one

" the missing see... "

A.Clone
questions reality

the current known
as memory

sounds sewn
but not shown
so that I

can be

a.lone

"origin "

of the one
called
me.

" stranger
than fiction "

holy graphic

standards fall
infinite divisions
of a space call
for creations base

" eat me "
the waters taste
of completion

Aellopus delivers
revelation
a connection
reopens
and a field explodes
in subtle elation

an ocean
births a generation

" opposites attract "
answers
a burning question

" and the beauty of a point "
marks
the equation

it's the holy graphic
of a single
calculation

iris eyes

the suns rise

can you see it?

" yes! "

an immortal cries
of elation

clear skies

a rainbow
of colors fly
as the golden wings
of a storm finds
love

the bearer of all things
infinite

" pulp's a fiction... "

and the poet describes
" life "
is an addiction

" the gods tribe "
not tribulation

rods delve
in revelation

" it ain't what you thank "
a bulb's creation

the flash of a sign....

" peripheral "
is the vision

101 eYes

One hundred
and One...

Yes
for these who can
see

what will do
is what soul does
as eternity

glorious vision
immortality...

chasing Jason
on the wings
of above
a feather fell
as a creature
of love

" do you strut "
to break the rut
you're in?

Petrus planned
for a constellation
viewed from the North
as a Southern horizon
written upon skies
are the eyes
of One

Yes...

what the soul does
comes

a polar sunrise

a galaxy
dwarfs the wharf
yet a polar star
is still too far to see

a membrane
boarders an eternity…
observed to be
a local group
frequently
in the frequency
of a milky way…

how can it be
that a woman loves
twice the matter
when the sense is less
than gravity…

the halos dark
orbiting forces
of surrounding
densities interact
and the act
is yet to be…

" a reminder "

; Polaris

they were sent.to.meet.her
so on their feet
she squared the dipper

what's major's mine.or
" you can see it my way..."

" little bear, BIG engine..."
and the cowgirl says
"how d; " ay

that plot o' North
" ain't Santa's "

left to write

I'm left to write
what you're right
to leave....

well enough
isn't alone
to dwell upon
where's yet to go

" the house of god "
wasn't made just so
"and to metre "
is to scale the moon

" a doubt of measure "
is the treasure, of one
not least at last...
the pyramidion
.
.

seven and seven
there's land to see
forty four days
plus one to be
" identification "
as a mark on me
.
.
a greater cycle
than 123
fifty two harks
a full century

" circles retreat "
cubits complete
and a heart...
gains sensory
" perception "

Simon's Magician bets Dylan a Dollar

" the post cards coming "
and the paintings a Parlor

A blind commission
for Simon's daughter
renders faith
a matter of Nature
yet the intellect...
has a principle power

A tight-rope walker
does a dance with fire
and the angels came
claiming one's for hire

" O father I sigh "

as upon the canvas
three wise men
came with Cain and cashless

Able I am
to paint the classics
yet to move the moon...
is to bare with Atlas

... and Darius
on the wings of a throne
I'd rather a monarch
fly with just her arms

" efforts best easy "
on this road I've gone
a twisting Storm
in a stoic calm

seven sweet spheres
in the body of one
tips green on a brush
in the name of our sun

A Dog Gone Scribe

There lives a tribe
more ancient than truth
who wrote a tale
of Venus’s youth

" From Jupiter came…"
what remains to be seen
as a come what may
for all that’s been

A dog, gone scribe says
" to say my name "
is to know exactly
what serious means

A system of nine
is more than sublime
and we’ve yet to see
what we hear in rhyme

Of creation, tradition
is a matter of waves
of elation, prediction
is a water that saves
of the ages, addition
is the heart who braves
to know light…
is the write
we crave

.
.
" how did a cat survive "
when she got to the other side
as a god sent a dog, gone scribe…

a collision of worlds
to reclaim her Pride.
.
as aLion
she never lies

Level 13

The Mayan's Mason
Built levels to see
That the perimeter
Is secure

481 x 2 = 962 / 74 = 13

The Monk's Egyptian
and the 'know'
IS ON

The Sun

Ain’t no sunshine

Where I’ve gone

And it’s not warm

When you’re all alone

This place

Just isn’t home

As the darkness

Stretches on

But I won’t be long

Know…

I won’t be long

and yes, know

That I’ll know

When I return…

.
ISON
leaves Jupiter