ol' factory swirling of disinfectant and decay
and the arising sliding vision that brings me to my knees,
presence like you...and you...and
...you....again.
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a paralysis of fear
that grips an exhale
...like, serious,
for real, for real.
DJs spinnin' tunes like yarns,
blanketed cocoons
and scoring golden booties.
Divert into another duality,
- split -
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a past, present, and future
>>>>>>>>>>shakin' it, shakin' it<<<<<<<<<<
like an Oxford comma weekend.
A love like, < >
and a tsk like, < >
for who sells integrity on a dime?
Slo-mo tracers.....
diss....appointment.
Unconscious tallies of an inhale or exhale
that arises with the all
unfiltered
now hesitant
but, yet,
here
we
are
in absolute wanderings.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
Mucky self portraits of
Bacon strips,
Kraft-y singles
& expired Perrier,
reciting tales of DogMa,
tsk-ing at Eve
tsk-ing at Helen
tsk-ing at Mary
Sophia just wants to sit.
What's up, Gram-mere?
.... I'mma pun chew!
A dozen good guy Hermes and some, like, no.
This one takes shots like Jäger, ja,
this one takes shots like Manny Pacquiao, yo.
Doodling constellations and
Grandfathered teachings of How To Draw A Map -
a tangled thread of a quilt patch,
Ultimate Boon-doggle.
Wandering home in the papaya morning to catch
the light of a magnesium sky and birdsong.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Palingenesia sits in canopy view,
a spectrum of emerald across convex corneas,
sinking in helicoid spirals...
Come light this match under this petal!
and
Perch atop this mushroom!
and
Shred this leaf down a hydrogen avalanche!
...a puma languidly strolls into lush valley's golden cup,
traversing caverns dusted in soft twilight.
reverberations of sound waves,
echo-y crystal thunder
quakes mountain and sky,
blended like soft clay
through harpsichord fingertips.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Hidden behind a myriad of
guises and castings of a
thousand projected distortions,
he brought himself
suspended like a pendant
detached
&
objective.
I bequeathed a
tumult of love,
tumbled down
the scope of
archaic collective conflict
that shook with a spiral quake like
the wakening of my
hallowed g a s p -
the corridor echoing of the first gallop.
Lifted the skirted veils of
celestial taffeta,
surrendered to the
feats and enchantments of
The Rider
who arrived on a
rogue wave,
crest and trough and
splendorous swells of
blue and white,
reverberating from
essence centre
like Doppler
outward my firmament fingertips,
cascading around the sphere
in astral star fall,
an overflowing cup of Milky Way
and melting atoms
into grains of sand
between the blended confines of
here and there,
escaped to the ever expansive space,
Empyrean emptiness.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
Kali at the door,
Did Shiva enter yet, dear?
Nevermind.
I dream of a future that never arrives,
of exploration, wonderment, and words
draped in enchantment
in that space of
unconditional,
(since filtered effervescence arises, well, flat, doesn't it?)
to speak the language of
here and now
that breathes clarity in
open expansiveness.
Now has always been written on the
pages like,
what what what what
and yet,
here, running in forests.
Winds lift and energize
caution and wings,
to say one thing
that does not go awry,
it is
here,
like, what what what what.
A list of yeses and noes,
and perlexed replies,
hello? integral?
Nevermind.
A museum.
Relics casting shadowed projections
reflected through prisms through prisms through prisms
through prisms.
Nonetheless, I let go,
I toss you like a sphere
against my heart-caged ribs,
right back to me,
always and forever
because,
I dream of a future
of exploration, wonderment, and words
draped in enchantment
in that space of
unconditional.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
cavern alit with
cascading twilights
of imagined particles,
an array of twinkles
like mist,
only softly.
reflecting off an endless iris
like an eternal cartwheel
of light and dark
and in and out
and that boundless space in between
that passes like a
fault line in a blink
that dissolves
the one
before
and greets
the one
after.
abridged by the procession of
catena that
o
l a
t
f S
away.
The spirit of adventure springs eternal
where shimmers reflect in
swirls like ammonite
and ripples like none.
and back again.
in a unified braid,
that weaves together
blendings like this and that
to discern and disregard
and that boundless space in between.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
And Jesus said, And you shall follow me through trials and through death; but now you cannot go where I will go, but you shall come.
And Jesus spoke again unto the eleven and said, Grieve not because I go away, for it is best that I should go away. If I go not the Comforter will not come to you.
These things I speak while with you in the flesh, but when the Holy Breath shall come in power, lo, she will teach you more and more, and bring to your remembrance all the words that I have said to you.
There are a multitude of things yet to be said; things that this age cannot receive, because it cannot comprehend.
But, lo, I say, Before the great day of the Lord shall come, the Holy Breath will make all mysteries known -
The mysteries of the soul, of life, of death, of immortality; the oneness of a man with every other man and with his God.
Then will the world be led to truth, and man will be the truth.
When she has come, the Comforter, she will convince the world of sin, and of the truth of what I speak, and of the rightness of the judgment of the just; and then the prince of carnal life will be cast out.
And when the Comforter shall come I need not intercede for you; for you will stand approved, and God will know you then as he knows me.
(162:3-11, The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ)
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
My love, we will go, we will go, I and you,
And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;
And the salmon behold, and the ousel too,
My love, we will hear, I and you, we will hear,
The calling afar of the doe and the deer.
And the bird in the branches will cry for us clear,
And the cuckoo unseen in his festival mood;
And death, oh my fair one, will never come near
In the ***** afar of the fragrant wood.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
How the struggles served to strengthen my love for you
and faith that I am standing inside your enhancement walls
In sleep, a calmness washed over me,
White oceanic noise,
Ebbing and flowing like
Earth's lungs inhaling and exhaling
I awoke in the sunlight,
And heard the soft coos of pigeons outside my window,
Assembling their family nests
I watched as burdens of past and future
Passed through me like driftwood
In the clear river flow of now
As the last ruminants of the ripples faded
The rhythmic flow of my breath,
Legato, no longer staccato
And thoughts like harpsichord
Strumming on my axon strings
In this serene love I'll rest with you,
Tranquil and protected,
A journey forever written,
To find myself back to you
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Inside these dimensions of my prison,
paralyzed, immobilized,
shattered in fragments of fear,
I utter stifled screams
from my body heap,
piled on the hardwood floor
c
r
u
m
b
l
i
n
g
trapped, desolate and
wretched in mind,
what is left of me after invasion and ravage?
Chase away this these vultures and thieves,
so to shut out this duality
blinding me,
a rabbit caught in headlights
up
me
pick
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC