****** bayonet, nurturing fallen stays,
Get inside the pressure,
Fall inside the lines,

If the sunshine was in my way,
I'd climb that mountain high,

The reasons that doubt lives,
Is found within his eyes,

She dances,
Soft,
To the rythme,
Inside,

People with hearts,
Made from glass blocks cut from fine sand,
Dounce, I say again,
All I cannot say

A heard a little girl,
Crying out "Please stop this world from trying! to hurt my very soul!"
I asked myself how?
She knew the very second,
Just how far she'd come,
To living in a dream,
To sitting in the sun,
I asked her hey darling,
I heard your pain was real?
She said she wasn't lonely, that he only wants to feel,
You see my favored crowd,
I tell you all this so,
This gentle little girl,
Can continue to live and grow,
Away from all the pain,
Of demonstrated strain,
On lives so new and fresh,
There cannot be a name,
So please don't hurt my children,
Calls God from above,
They are the ones,
Who make my life fulfilled

5 times I watch the moon drift, like oil upon glass tables

Wishing the world would spin away

"The lady in your dreams Michael she's not a joke" I told him

As if the blinkers of my headlights were out cold, I chased the penny men

"The difference is..." Cold sweat, dreary melting fears like chasing wine and vinaigrette,

I saw those lies stemmed in greed,

But I refuse to look on them,

The time and space around your vexed self is invariably tied to the nothingness you've drifted inward

Decently you ask for opinions

Coldly you swear to your mother asking for Death to guide you nowhere

Only are you at fault ?

Do Indian dances in ****** renaissance scare you?

Me to,

Come conquer these Bad faces with me, come conquer these black foot lions with me,

Like an old Pawnee once said..

"Expose the breadman"

For Dalton Grove

The only true Grover

R.I.P
The love we find,
All to often slips,
Like wet dew in the morning, the vastness of intermingling thoughts or ideas ,
Stander vestiges we'd often find inside our minds,

Art the form of unexpressed thoughts moving,
Virtually free,
From the unequivocal  frame of design,
Greatly I say we are nothing but apart fallen pieces so lonely and vast without each other's grasping hand dying to be,

Chasing starlight together in the night time air
Oh, how I long to see you so,

Turning times and movements all to divine for eyes,
I see you in my dresser drawer sleeping like a raccoon,
Chasing dreams once lost to the oceans pull,

The heavens though they may be cease to dawn new ideas when,
You cry,
A lonely lullaby,

I've seen things I cannot express come to be naught
Or have fallen short of things I digress to be,

But you my lovely friend are close to thee,
In the crystalline structure I float to your breathe,
And scream of the life that has been put to rest

Adoni Fly away with me,

Let's meet in the summer sky,

Like flowers in the ocean we'll swing to and fro

Like worms in the dirt we'll wingle and grow,

Adoni my Raffa oh how sweet your sounds,

Lullaby's and trances of beauty that swells,

Make these fears fall to the floor

Hoping and praying no one is near

Just for today forever I hope

To live in your wonderous joy and peace free from the pain the shallowness and grief

Adoni, oh Adoni come fly with me

For better days,
I do contend,
Like breathing chasm's of fears lonely regret,
Tossing and turning,
Down paths belittled drawn stones,

Pony boy saddle up,
Beware the road is already ahead,
And the men all wear their funny hats,

Ice -

Like the vendettas of a broken promises,
Healing is a necessary awareness,

Like poetry forever chosen,
Day's un-ended only still formed

Like time flowing nowhere
I find the rejection of life's constant,
Turmoil
Drifting through

Like broken chalices
Each dancing like brilliant oceans,

Interbred and intwined with fire
Desires to breathe outwardly

Like dead birds drinking tea
Together

Evil begone
Forever
The love inside my mind

Like a wild-bush,
Frenzied on growing,
My empirical designation,
Of self-implosion
Falls like Berlin walls,
And Stalin statues,

I wonder if the night can see like me,
Or if the daunting blue figurines of my watch,
Dance like the dozy white flakes of a cold winter storm,

In the midsts of battle we learn decisiveness and impending insanity,

Summer heat brings showers of agony and glimpses of pleasure,

Like fleeing from some unearthed Hell we forged ourselves in,

The Earth she moans to the dark strands of nowhere,

"Please take me home." She cries

Nothing similar here,
Nothing of value,
Like lost wind, graciously devouring us all,
I've seen thousands watch,
Place-time make-shaft growths,
Truth is we are all in it,
Like small drops of billowing souls,

SIMPLE:
Put the basket,
Over there,
near the drawer,
Where the penny men scream
And the daffodils cry,
Heaven's mercy proclaims,
That Love has a name,


FOUND:

She's near the ocean border,
Like cream she copes with all her cares,
First come, first serve,
Frivolous desires,
A certain dangling view,
Is following the nighttime glee,
Shadows of breaking yellow closed knit families,
Seething brightly forevermore

CONFIRM:

I know now,
Better days,
Of future events,
Follow close now,
The dragon is dead in sorrow,
The mask is broken,
The Maker of all things,
Both vast and venial,
Is truthfully today's greatest,
Merging of idea and life,
In one symposium of design and desire

Film
A dying breed of chosen children,
Struggling along with cause and care,
Movies about the way she moves something vague uptight and unused

He sees
They say

They say
He sees

1982 was the year
Or was it 1812
Either way I'm sure of it

Forgiveness is strong but bitter
Like a rose at dawn singing your name
To the sky

Like frogs in ponds yelping until
They die untold deaths

Ask yourself does the matter or matters you feel

Really matter to me at all

Suppose it's all sullen and weak,
Controlled by the means of our mind,
Selecting my greatest ambition,
To corodially define,

Sol,
Go,
Cre,

Love always


mens gens

Meaning mind tribe in Latin

Although I'm here,
Living this frivolous life,
The steadiness of virtue and strife,
Lead me into indecision and decision,
Like a broken symphony,
I chastise the thought,

For truth and bottles of blue,
Beneath the evening view, divine, present my intentions with,
The finest view of what to think,
Or what we think together,
At rest forever


Your persona and mine,
Mix like water, fire and filth,
Burning the melodic stench of depth,
A trance of melting of skin

Silent,
Like the cool moon blanket,
Dreary, like the furnace melting,
Further,
The night mistakes the identity of the lifeless,
Fast,
Growing outside to be, for devils and nightmares of thee,


SHADOWS
Growing, beneath the stairwells,
Last,
First,
Past,
All of the day's aghast' the haze,
For all the sages could now enrage,
The battle of omeui,

BREATHE
She hurry's to the place,
Where she can not only un-decide my person,
But the life of the broken,
Will turn unspoken

GUA
Sun light,
Soft weak and low,
Dying ill manner,
Follows,
The gale of the morrow,
Bestill's all the sorrow,
Of ****'s of the....
Sheep in the life...
On streets with the knife

Shadow's
Penetrate my skin,
My soul banishing them,
To a nether-land,
Of no thought, or image,
Like black water,
Without the racist mingling eagle hunters,
Dreary nights,
Capture me like a vintage car,
Death leaves no traces' in itself,
Or of itself,
Just selfish flaws counseling each other,
Each one waiting to finish someone, or something,

I've seen wild winds,
Fighting each-other,
In bathrooms,
In places where dark clouds stream aimlessly,

Whatever you believe,
Make sure it's true,
Until the collapse of everything you know,
It will be the only thought to grow,

Don't be like the rest,
Or even think to finish death's song,
It's far to quick,

Very few Devils live like Satan,
Very few people care,

Very many people die,
Wishing life's regrets were blue,

I'd like to finish this off,
By asking you a question,
Do you think I can sing? To the colorless hue of Light growing,
Like a candle in my room?

A Gil in the docks
As always the flock
Becomes a stampede of mindless
Youthism
Like old newspapers
I think of words
Like unequivocal
Or enterprise
And find the omission
Of interest
Constant and timid
Like paper bins
Or rootball images of day and night

Someday the seances of youth will fade away
Like films full of hatred and lives full of war
Or seething castes of poor old folk
Wishing deaths hymn sing aghast them and benign

Racing, blind nights gone weary,
Missing like cold wind, blowin'
Trees, objects of nature caught ruthlessly divine,
Simple cognition or possible chasing lights drowning tears mark moons and mansions alike, in the presence of fire,
The great blind rat lifting it's tail, in disgrace showing motionless mass,
Get the blackness on the Jordan river death urge silently moving like herds of sheep in the hills of Holy

Thousands of nation men, trodden down with sand and mud just to get the right passage of mind and thought
A small Vietnamese girl,
About the size of a...
Nevermind the voices you hear they all come awake and slowly disappear

Droughts of ether alike in tunes I might just do without the rest of doubts hedges lawns and patios
Glazed in passionate flowers
Paradoxical a nebula unhidden,
Slow chasing the candle lit masks

Mens mors
Judgment and death
Like ruckus and changelings
I know thy the best
Like chess and change
Please leave the rest
nauta vidi
Life in a message
Amo
And peace
I find in the least

I've been there....
That place you know?
It seems dark at first,

But it's even worse,

I've thought about you like that
even worse
and when I did I challenged the notion,

I felt it come at me
a million miles from nowhere,
You laugh as I sense something,

Did you breath that same breathe as me?
I want to yearn like you,
That place,
We once spoke
Where did it go?

The beguile of fruitless denial,
Of sorts deepens the fire of reach,
A torch,
Beneath the low, grave street,
Another reef of lively' beat desire,
A creek a tire,
A liar and please become a person,
That loves like on one's hurting,
And give all you got,
Till whatever you got is enough,
To be certain the grief is gone,
A life worth living on

Home based in ever nested,
Crests of past forms or beings,
Silently forinicate to the darkness

She's not in the view
Or the reason is fewer than
Sight and fell
A shine
Can tell

If sorrow is for the poet,
Then mystery is for the dreamer,

I shadow a mince of swollen pride
It batters me
Like a mauling iron
of birth-stone and fire
I surrender

From time
and time again,

I select
A version of indecision so in-vain
I could barley sketch the sheet
or ventilate

Maybe that's all

Who knows

Hello my goddess of delight let that flowing garden spring to life,
My delicate treasure is always forever,

I wonder what I can see,
Within,
A light with me,
Of course I see again,

Like the feelings that surround you,
In the murky mire,
Of devious desire,
She's a lone in the town square,

I forget whatever you said that day,
All I remember is that fire in your sacred eyes,

All I love is that sacred scar around  your neck-bone,
Masked silence dawns brightly,

Grief weighs & troves

Hey Lonely daughter don't tell me the moons effects

A chancellor of effectual visualization,
Tantalizing, vigorous, scrutiny,
Betwixt a certain thought?

The depravated child bends his Eternal,
Nostril of elite passions inward,
Queuing and choking indiscriminatly,
On the possible detention of self,

Ring, ring, ring
The fish calls,
"Salutations"

A man is worth every penny,
Spent in a way he cannot control,
Or conform with,
In a sense that he notices
Anything at all

Tell the overture and underdeveloped maniac to be a carrier,
Of all of the sudden,
Flans' and such,
Gritted, girt, and push,
Keep in like with the ordinance,
Feel the poor drag,
Stem up your cellular brain


****** she wrote,
Tuesday devotee,
Wrapped in conformity and commitment,
Depraved sensual agitations,
For the alone inside

"Hi Children,"

She turns, mystically endowed with a sense of something greater still.

"Please enjoy this story, it is old and foretold without a soul to behold."


"Darkness is a place, fewer men know still"

"Where shadows are lonely and vicarious, tilted visions of sorrow"

"My darling"

She points to a small child in the front row, a girl seemingly clueless to the world around her.

"The arrow bends beneath the snow but life it takes for me to grow"

All the children are now listening.

"I've place the bets, and now I know"

"The darkness seeks another reef to hallow its only begotten dream"

They know it now, you know..The ending. They grew up beside each other, fighting each other, loving each other. Someday you will realize all of the reasons why you surrendered. Why you chose to caress a care that spoke of there being something....

greater.

Una el hombre,
El aliento,
Tenien hijos,
Gustar el oro agua,

Dry rock and blank pages these are what  I feel

Vague wages and dire ledges these are who I am

Turnkey solutions, vapored positions,

Petric places mournful faces, these are plenty

Much of what I am says who you are

I shutter,
At the thought of the death of another,
Bothered by the thoughts of the other,
Side of life,
So twisted in strife,
I cry out,
Please show me!
The way to live, a life worth living,
To see a sky worth seeing,
To become a being worth being,


All my days, I lose my self,
To selfless thoughts that slow my time,
That keep me from keeping on in time,
I will give that which is not mine,
To the One who knows that Ancient Song,
Of Purity forever,
In the trance of Christ,
In the peace and might,
In the joy and Love,
That comes from above


My King,
My God,
My Savior Lord,
Who lives on high,
And died on low,
So that I may be,
As white as snow

Like the water of Faith,
Sometimes rough sometimes safe,

I find myself in the currents of life,
Without knowing what next,

I chase tomorrow without thinking today,
I forget the pain and remember the way

Like the fish in the sea, my ego
Swims,

Like birds in the sky, my spirit
Flys,

The gifts of life come and stay

Life is like a bubble,
It pops,
Springs forth,
Into another,
Like a song,
or a note,
Long held,
engrossed, ingrained,
Shame is worse than death,
But death is worse than night,
Form is something else all-together,
We are blighted,
By the essence of what is unseen and not heard,
We are found by what is,
And what could of always been


I sleep in a dead man's retreat,
Slowly clawing the sky,
Looking for the reason,
Why the dawn is crying my name,
When the Lord is all I can gain

For the only,
Sense or reason,
I've been in your mind or thoughts,

Greatness flows like the bestowment,
Of collided trusts,
Like a fear slowly clouding your mind,
Or days like never before,

Like joy that has been beckoning,
The birth or revival of thought

I saw that person,
Standing there, atop the very mountains bare,
A lifeless dream streamed by my side,
And whisper's sang, and valley's hide,
Among the treasured gypsy sands,
I found a quite and honest man,
The pain he knew was much to vast,
To keep inside his vase of waste,
Or to chase a tail inside a tale,


Life and death are something strange,
They come and go and disappear,
But words and songs that fill the air,
Not a single soul would care,
Or discover among the broken reefs,
A mild grief,
A childish tug of the heart,
Can see you through the day

For the smallest amount your spirit could sing,
I've seen a dozen fairies bring,
Water to the poorest man,
Lifeless dreary without a family,


The only silence my nose doth now know,
Is that of a giant and the wing's of a ghost,
The only lifeless deed I need is a million miles away from me

Daring to say words,
Laughing thoughts cause tension,
Like jester's,
knighted into dreary stanzas and contortions

Where are all the mild men?
The one's who count for days
Who swindle the swindler,
The very breath of a man,

Is but...

Don't you?

See the target out there Charles?
Hit that and life will build you a shelter
Charles God has no shelter
No target to hit

I spin,
Like a candle burning dimly lit in the dark September fields,
Slowly I search the vast horizon,
For anything that looks real,
Or tastes real,
Like a burdened thinker of thoughts, I am lost in the veins a-tossed the grains,
Like fallen Angels these evil's be,
Like dead carcasses' of broken trees,
Or human beings in line for death,
Or death in line to be human,
Can death at all become human,
For you and I,
I'd live to die

"Remember how the naked soul
Comes to language and at once knows
Loss and distance and believing"

Note excerpt: W.S Merwin

Finally free to converge and confess,
The Love I digress to take or leave,
In my own way and form I think,
For today was lost sadly to a planet,
Eating trecherous meals,
Lonely nights awake fighting,
Illicit mentions,

Forms of being so lost to idea's and
Trusts so real it will cost everything,
Ideas and decisions left untraceable

For I am a cold thought of you,
Before you were as I was
Lost and afraid


We may come to love knowledge our knowledge more than the thing known

Theologia Germanica

From C.S Lewis Weight of Glory

I is a me, inside of thee,
For a fusion of time and tea,

Silence the night, like bringers of dawn,
Form all the beauty inside a white room,


I called to the owls,
They said tis' was mine,


I call to the woods,
They left it unheard,

I'm not your's cries the wolf-man,
Breathing his cordial gross, differences,

Seashells are darker,
When days are brighter,
Like the shadows of monks,

In Sanctuary's of storms,
There I find,
All that is mine

Venus light shows,
Growing in turns and shades of,
Blanketed darkness, brimming trees,
and canopies of islands and such of doves sick cold and lonely

Music my soul can sing to the view
Grossly unfair and the rest of the day
I love it when you have a great way

The films of passion and people
displayed
Guilt's are yours
But bought suddenly like
Rain drops in an ocean
Of Light
And sunrise
Don't dwell on the past unless you
Have thoughts of a sudden urge
To be

Or have you been? Sitting there like always
A fume so entranced in the golden
Dawn

For the great cascade of events,
Slowly dancing, like a windmill masterpiece,
Dying in front, of a decaying stump,
Like a lump, of ole hay,
Besiege the mighty trumpet stead,
Avast the gather ridden chains,
And carry the wayward Son,
Singing, and dancing,
A merry ye' are,
Always forever to chun'

Filter the storm of thought,
Like chasing island retreat-men,

Genuine veins not those fake ones they place inside your lifeless,
Tangle of mud,

You see yourself?
Sitting there in dark star-light,
Waiting for the overgrown hawk to
Come bite you in half

She thinks the world of you,
But you don't care about this or that,
Or anything,
You just want to be free,
To chase birds,
To laugh at trees,
To swim with dolphins,
That's freedom
Stay it

The difference is subtle,
Fairly or daunting,
Something of crumbles of nothing,

For families,
Friends abroad,
Just have what you'd like,
From this great wide feast,
Chase the Galaxy a mile away,
Dying and birthing like clay


Down,
With the icicle blow,
To the chest and through the neck,

Against the evening sky,
Awhile the nights went by,
When I found the picture of me and you

Chasing street light fantasies
In the day time by the Waterloo
Innocent retrieval,
Grafted minds searching together,
For treasures and such,
Aloud the gung **'
Nighttime renniaunce


Sea time and money
Make jokes about honey and coke,
Lifeless fruitless
Without hope

Proficient in turn
Glass make up
Chandeliers
Night calls to all the....


Growing growing growing,
We are all growing
It's time for a new time
And a crime to want to know that,
Don’t pass without,
A feature or a sort to clause,
Your every action

Lightening strikes,
The tribe falls below,
Another stormy desert chase,
Fallen on sodden ground,
Chasing the wondering furnace of fame,
Forgetting the isle of pleasure and stay,

I've found nothing new,
Inside this glass Iota,
Forming thoughts of you,
I fall beneath the timed delight,
Of evening cheers and truthful glares
Of treasures O' so bright


Leave me there,
I'll find a way,
To move and twitch again,
Chasing movement ever near,
Till we meet again

I thought once,
Of a time un-chastised
Forming a beautiful solution for you,

I've drifted since then,
Drifting is always seen as far,
Although I drift nearer,

My image is not like that of a lonely
Coyote,
Shadowing cold features
Of shattering dunces

Can you remember the poetry?
Or sing me a song?

I miss you
Like the rain misses the blood in my veins

You know they say we are made mostly of water
I drown in you

She watches darkness
I see the light in you

I live in you
Petty phrases and lifeless eyes

Hello, good ally, of nothingness and naught,
Be- treat the ocean foul's beneath the earth,
I've lost my connection with Earthly loss,
And found the reason my Love is free,
Hello Dr. My enemy you see,
In gladness and light,
I feel no fame,
I feel no shame,
I feel nothing,
Except you my Light,
Except you my Everlasting Father Delight,


Don't say Hello,
Without stopping by,
And know the way,
Is difficult to find,
Hello, Hello, Hello, Dr,
I can find you,
In my eyes,
The people I can speak,
The oceans up above,


I am mindful of nothing that is,
While also mindful of him who is,
Light sunshine, and the truth defined,
Confined in shadows,
Of pains divine,
Agony and places you'd rather not be,
Love can and will always free

I was waiting by the flowers,
And found out the Garden was black as night,
The tide was dark and grey,
The light was dim and onyx steamed like a dragon's mouth,

I stood up,
Moved forward and all I could say, was I am nothing,
But everything is in me,
Waiting to simply Breathe,

Death called,
Hell was after,
The lake of Fire tried to eat my Spirit,
From Heavenly Love's Desire,

But away I was,
Victorious with Love,
The only percent of time I could,
Ever do or say,
Was something always,

Inbetween time,
I've found the design,
Of new and old,
Old and new,
Combined with things I knew to do.

Insignia,
The other children,
Half spent on vinyl lies,
And cherished forgers,

Chunk, all the seamlessly,
Rudimentary stigmas,
Hollow and dismal,

Searching oceans of nothing but,
Something all together

Drop, find, follow, blind,
Chasing, tails, myths, fails,
Different color, breads,
Blend, mold, mend,
Who, Are, They,
Why even stay?
Black Baldness,
Forth,
Demon,
Denied,
Treason,
Reason,
Pleasing,
Da Lord on High