You want
great oceans on your side

when
her rivers run dry

makes life happen
and a child's love blush

taint it not to lust

he hammered down
on the nails deep

to the throw of a sqeak
thru woodens pine

blunts
a stain manic on the turn
of the machines steel and sweat

heathens a blow
to the mark of an eyes sap
weeping at the shredded corners
of a timbre some shroud

times counting
times coming
crows a shadow to his memory

thumbing its putty to the waters milk
fed to the velvet silk of her red rise

nothings
more a turn away

than a love 
that is wanting one to stay

run as quickly as the wind
if  you feel your loves a prize to win

Pestilence be a cloak on great change
be in it not under it
wear it as a robe
invisible in a child's eye

Breath
be the first word of life

Offer
thank
to the air
with your breath

in thank
out you
in thank
out you
in thank
out you

Only
when you feel good

or it
will
hurt more

know your own power
hold to it

theirs
may or may not activate

if you accept
their hunger
asking you to stand with them
where it hurts

it feeds on you
and you feed them

that they do not want
to be chewing on

be clear and honest
at all times

no one
is worth worrying about

unless
you wish the worry
to come forth

and live
© an hour ago

I take
full responsibility

for how others treat me

This
I can control
That
I can not

only a point of you

To hear
you be listener

to listen
you be ear

not your answer to your question

The Great Storyteller
pens ink to the wind
Pressing pen to its paper skin
shredding its word on the taste of rain
its drip of spirit in deep refrain

A sweet scented memory
echoes and burs
A woe of regret weeping
high in the nest of its underworld

The humid mist of nostalgia
rests its net oer the black veil
Sinking its face to its deep blue belly
Its pale faint ***** in her sleeping beauty
claims its kiss to widen its wake

I look here
I get this

I look there
I get that

I look for it
and it looks back

everything I see
I put in my eye to look at

There
be no sting
on the tail of a dove

A soul
knows nothing
of suffering love

Wibbles
Wobble

Quibbles
Quabble

Oceans
Ripple

*******
Stipple

on the lean of life

An eye
realizes nothing

until
it stops looking
at itself

I might see you

Its fun to be paint
Its fun to be painted
Its fun to paint
Its fun to be painter
Its fun to be painter painting
Its fun to be paint

As you
lock on
to whats not going well

you remain
a co operative creative component
to that very expression of reality

A Sweet milk

can sour easy

in surp
of second thinking

There is no master
but your own conscience
Follow not
Go where you know you are going
Think on purpose  feel on purpose  
Do not seek to dilute your inspiration for attention
You want a love not asking
A world you create by your mind
not a world created for you by others minds

Be the feeling
of an answer

not
the urgency
of a question

not for the want of it

as its a giving to the self
not a getting for the self

as you don't press against the souls fire
and let the sun have its way with you

Blame

pushes
the door
out

when
it
opens in

Be hum
Be buzz
Be flow
Be fuzz
Be current
Be source
Be earth
Be force
Be glitch
Be itch
Be dim
Be bright
Be A
Be I
Be out of sight
Be low
Be high
Be light
Be white
Be vibe
Be rate
Be more to make

As
you soften yourself
life soaks its fancy
into your very bones

As you stiffen
your skin
its bite be
a fire upon the skin of clay

You are disconnected
and the cure for that is

to fill yourself up with loss as love
and not wait on an experience to make it happen
or others to fill you in

only you can make you happy
by your own will and desire

as it catches up on your sleep

Scored to a throne
On apex exalted
The bull flares its steel heat
To my clefted rib

Its twist swift on its steer
Cures its kind to nerve ascending
L'etric red ushers its drench oer my clay swelt
Naked on the bone

Its death
My dawn

Do not
make a choice
create it to have

Run the gold gauntlet
Spank the great sailor
Thread water to word ship
Masked in her flavour

Zip time in two places
Stick middle to man
Worn into all faces
Inhaling the scam

Bearer of light
Speak deaf on the ear
The hungry despite
White fire appear

The
only way
out of a problem energy

be
to activate the solution energy

not
to be digging
into more of the problem energy

beautifully

as she can be

A fight
will be starved to death

or fed to life

weapon
be your choice

Go
now-here slow
be one
to wag its tail
bask
in the kiss of sun
tumble
on the green lush hills
wash
in the wet of worlds
be easy
life is  playing with you

Life
spins no answer
to a question

until its
given an answer

it bes
an endless
line to questioning
before a suspect be caught

You could never think it
if it weren't your thought

Dont run
from a chase

you only run after it

remember
to the birth of time
held to nothing
but the play of life

remember
to a warm day
cradled to your skin
no talk of living
only laughter and joy
on the lip of adventure and discovery

remember
to the excitement of friendship
created to a star and hero
on the sword of imagination
neath the flight of a dream

remember
to the glow of nurture
breathed to a skip and run of little feet on earths foothold
as the close of a hug
on the beat of love
holds charge
to the heat of a body
found by the hide of seek

remember
to the belt of a star
to the eye of eve
as you make the first move
on the kiss of sunlight
and touch soul to the flesh of a sleeps fade
into the light of a nights close

remember
to the rush of a bloods desire
thru the pounding of a vein
slipping its teeth across the make of your naked pure

remember
to the sip of your body
on the arc of a rainbows melt
as the ray of charge bursts open
on the blistering sun
and drips to the earth of ground
through the light of a dusty mantle

remember
to the burn of life
held tight on the hunt of scent
gifted to a rise
on the black slow of heat
as the pelt of a wolfs prime
escapes to the prey on a red white snow

remember
to the last of kings and queens
answered to the truth of gravity
swept to an infinite mind
on the lift of light

on the hand
that none behold

A soft word
spun in the head

will drip
its sweet essence
into the body below it

without turning it into an enemy to **** again

the enemy isn't that man is
its that man makes it to be

The
stirring
vibration

thickens its essence
into the soup of physical matter

you'd surely
stop looking for your self

the nothings lost
is the best place to be looking