Helpless,
Precious,
Daunting silent variances of light
Dancing.

Going under,
For a time

Rescue
The bad bones
Of our past

Tiger blood
Milkman

Breathing chastity,
Grave
Remind me of the frozen coward
You'll understand

Where were you born?
Somewhere in Kentucky she moans,
Always placid like driven grey schemes,
Or meticulous spiders,

For what ever it is worth,
Time speeds up next to you,
Having fun is an understatement,


Only thing is,
Your not real,
I may not be either, I'm waiting for that answer,
Maybe it is time to find out?
Or at-least inquire,
Who should I ask?
The trees?

Fairy and flowers
Like time in a desert
El quest to be free,
With life ever be

This is a poem,
My dear friend,
Penned in the darkest of inks,
In the brightest of lens,
Contemplating, serenading,
All at once,
Chased by desire,
Fraught by might,

This is a poem,
My lonely owls,
One for the women,
One for the cows,
For what so ever you wish,
Is dis-tasteful the least,
A broken *** of luster
A shaded *** of metal,

Tie me up,
To the grafted tree,
Hang me up,
The crime is done,
Now let me rest,
Now let me seep into the best of you,
Inside the worst of me,
Hoping,
Waiting,
Never-mind,
I'm always jaded

I've often wondered about'
Days gone by,
Or nights alone,
In the sky


I cannot seem to marry
The divorce of my instincts,
I've fonder the idea,

Of Loves place,
Or face or name,
Jewels around as I call


For you for me,
I cannot be,
Elusive distasteful
surviving boric disease,
Tension and greed

Velvet,
Thorium,
Potassium,
All poured into a glass spoon,
Teeth, her teeth sink past..
The gears turn,
Making metal noises,


STOP: •
Cries from above,
See the mean fairy dance,
Leaves fall, suddenly I don't know,
How long or how shallow the grave,
Will be

Towards an overwhelming question,
Why is the best inside my vest,
Lifted up like an ocean crest,
Grab the iron gates keys,
Slowly start to glide with me,
Of all things I naught to say, if only a day with you today

Don't wish it again,

The black sail sings,

Like ocean's bringing darkness,

Or valley's bringing death,

I know the way the world turns,
With all of it's if's and but's,
I know all of the pain's
That are more than enough,
I know what I can do,
And I what I can become,
All I need is Love,
That's all more than enough

Crimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine,
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I

There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,

The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned

Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be

Silencing call of passion,
When you talk of 1800's style vintage
Perception no-one knows, but when you see
Gross underwrites with turning phone dials
You wake
A part of you discovering you
Like a wheel chasing itself you laugh
Hradly suspicious of anything else
I hear the fragrance of Canada is
Calm except for the penal regrets
Of solemn senses

I need solace
a break from mounting
or a reaction of desecration
her achon's are blind
filth with rage
gorged on dead,
creatures long
past
her eyes...

Stencil-streamed mud-clipped boots,
Eiffel tower disguise,
Brilliantly wrapped in a corona,
Of sadness and delight

Un-burdened I dance,
Stinging silently across,
Aqua colors,
Symposium of disaster they call,
Whom life?

You speak of as if it was betrothed to you alone,
Or some ghast faint reflection
Someday the purpose of creation,
will creatively in-twine, over
and over again

Dis-purse, dis-purse,
like cool mists of glee,
showers of gladness,
inside droplets of peace

Ice and snow,
Bread and wheat,

Peace inside, death outer,
For truth,
Wisdom,
I found that all I am
Is all I am that

Flowers, ferns,
Wild leaves burn,
Night towns,

Laughter, joy
Grace,
People with reasons

Same as yesterday,
A ruthless beg at the morrow,
For trees and colors of light,
That stream through murdered pasts,

Twlight breathe,
Of longer passions,

Vertigo isolation,
She's running the mill,
She's always so cold,

A scheme against the day's blight,
A force of lonliness,
Abide,

Maybe treason and reason,
collide like intentions
prevent the confiding belief,

For what am I accustom?
To the customs of the times,
For what I am in solving?
All the bitter lies,

For what do you pretend,
To pretentiously understand,

Like the depths of water,
Or the silkest sands,

Drawing my way through the desert,
I slowly came along,

Like old rivers dried,
A bed of death alone,
I solemnly crawled,
To my rest of formless deep,

All of the reasons for me,
Slowly start to creep,
Ways away away, a way,
I am away I am,
Away I am way,
Although I do not,
I must simply follow Yahweh

Gongs and winds, silence the blackest,
Of all,
Opiea of music,
The music of all,
Into the nighttime my little beauty,
Go into the light the fortress of all,
Join in the music,
Grow tall and strong,
Young, sturdy, laughing earnestly,


Unashamed of things to come,
Trying inside the fountain I see,

Dwell on High thy Spirit to be,
Justice it reigns over all I see,

My heart it faints'
At thy hope that's in thee
Trust in my LORD, thy God in me

Adopted symphony
Like fragrant callings,

Forms and matter,
Like sole contort,

Smothered minds,
Like wallowing drudge soldiers

Yonder sands,
On the turtles tail,

A wale,
A Lions face roaring,
Fills,
Like drops flowing

Stop,

Death,

Be afraid,

See ? Death is afraid!

Possible,
Water,
Rain like mud sticking to your flabby boots,

Drift closer,
The beam of a candle,
Melts my fluorescent membrane,

Kappa,
Gamma Gamma,
Zeta, Theta,
Delta 2 Minor,
We have Control,

The opening is cut,
Like vintage dawns,

fiestivo, rex,
Domus,
Sum,

Forget any retrieval,
Seldom Come,
Seldom Reach you,

Remember,
Days folded beneath caverns caved in blanketed ice,
She's a griffon, or a way, to be something else,

Already not confounded,
I breathe my last,
Breathe of solitude entering a form of reason and thought so,
perfect,

Already I know the ground,
does not delay,
clay vantage points,
and constant fears of disaster,

Truce? Draw?
Whatever collapse that keeps us calm,
Collected,
Like warn out drawers,
He cries,
"Shallow not ye bothered quiver!"

Also,
Don't see the days that didn't make sense,
That doesn't make sense,
Welcome November

You see, that,
Only you can see that,
You can see,
That you can,
Can you see?
That? Can you?

I've known what you were after,
Like a bald sky slowly swallowing decay,
Like a broken finger in the middle of somewhere,
Waiting on Tuesday, to bring back Friday

Blind men,
Blind facts,
Blind time,
Blind reasons to void the days end,
To be something to someone,
To live a life free

Shattered dreams..People often fall for their elusive
dreary spell,
Sages come and talk of nothing,
Children go and speak of something,
For what time does benefit us,
It often leaves us somber,
Surviving me,
Is that man in the corner,
Hopefully by now,
More than just an aspect of creation,
Or a reminder,

She comes upstairs,
Blanketed regrets,
No, Nothing surmising of hope or dignity either,
Just a blank stare,
Of formless opinion,

I knew one with opiates in her hair,
And lilacs in her mouth,
Something of a twist and turn,
She often wondered farther,

Firm believer in truth,
Yet vain reminder of silence,
Are these two once burdened upon frightful congruent spheres
or something random altogether,

I think the fish know,
The way they tangle and soar,
The way they find their way, even amidst a muddy storm,
Cloudy murky waters, like places of time stolen before your
very...

To finish this expose she said,
Bluntly reminding me,
I'd like to introduce a placebo
Look into the chalice in your hand,
Keep looking...
There!!!

A little of every kind of,
Committed atrocity,
Sadly displayed on the wall,
In the peace ability of national standards,

Grains of silent sands,
Keep a drift the ocean floor,

A music mayhem,
Mischance nuscance,
High way 14

Keep right, slow left,
Ok now don't stop

People come,
Talk, wander,
Do things that are substitutes,

For what?

I don't know,
People know

I like the idea of beauty
But it's the most evil
It limits you
me,
to itself
and burns us to wretched girth
shadow's of former selves they say

Join with me,
This evening free,
Of time and space,
Aghast to be,
Frozen light,
In drifter years,
Of galliant years,

Problems,
Come and go,
Lights of days,

Prophetic tunes,
Swell my ears,

Grander moons attain the spheres,
Lifeless tangles ever near

All the signals of separation,
Are found in you,

Like chassis and demands,
Of fallen broken views,

These images that you form
And cease to be amazed,

By crowning thorns of death,
And foolish puns of fame,

Like truth I breath in waters,
Unknown among the rest,
Priced in God's great Kingdom
A soul who's put to rest,
Forever I entail,
To seek the seething Son,
The Man of Calvary broken,
For all the be set free

That's the trick...
Lay silently,
Like a cold corpse waiting to be devoured,
By birds and other....

Such animals! I cannot believe they left you like this!
They are under scrutiny and shame,
Yet they fallow a chirp of pity and pain

Birthing me, she asked...

Twilight blues?

Renegade Freedom
I responded...

Your like a cook in a desert,
You don't play nice,
With women or children...

Ok the silence is over! The butler or something screeched,
I've long winded the chase,
And i've dawned a new thought
We will rise the morrow with a crimson red...

..do you know the stakes you take?
For all the beauty you imagine
It's as if you aren't there
Or anywhere else,
I could suggest
The elephant snorts his gestures of guile
And cordless phones still reign,
But the satellite dishes, the poachers,
They can't get a rest

Some Souls say
That time is but decay,
I find that if I am inclined,
I will be whatever I could,

In the essence of the morrow,
I release my sorrow,

Turning in my fears,
For Love that's always near,


Oceans abound'
Like thought and reason,
Drifting further through,
Each Season,

Tame the wind,
Find the face,
That remains in place

Personal flowers dropped
Five spaces apart,
Life inside a bubble of dust,
Grace and places you'd rather be,

Form, thought,
Plenty enough,


Methods of trancing,
Without question or dignity,

Valueless buttons,
Strong out against the night,
Playing frugally,
With a never ending face,

Missing a hole to get in

Soft,

Touch, velvet underground

Methods, surviving furnace,

Something, other,

Movement?

Love is...
Grander

alto vuelo

She dampened the sky,
Before he lifts a note again,
The dire fire men of ancient valley mend,
The greater memory broken bend,
Around the drift'ty tree's I tend,
To see the life of thee,
He said,
The time,
They said,
Again I cried,
Forget the special family fears,
A lot of things,
To be said,
About the things said because,
The death and life is nothing special or the life of nothing special,
Without agree again

The sacred language of the Birds,
Seething volcanos call out,
Like dreams of children,

The only way I find to see,
Anything at all,
Is a tent I call Holy,

In order to forget,
You must remember,
Lonely nights from November to December,

Search for whatever you can find,
Find whatever you define,
Or desire,
Like truth on the fire

I met a Mohawk Child,
Asking me questions about,
Lives of desire

Like the dead wood,
I see the sun going toward,

A fallen retreat,
Like an isle of decision,

Always I am reminded of you,
In all my pale decades,

I see that nothing can compare to,
The fountain you loved me with,
That which inside you always had,

Get rid of everything,
That was anything,
Or something of a part of something,
Or else something is something,
Else I wouldn't be,
Something
Without

These people,
Call on the darkness,
As did I,
As if it were the Joy that was from the Great Love,
As if the Great Love didn't create darkness,
To finally diminish it,

Creatures come under the Stary Sky,
And see why the Love will provide,
See why and see for what reason,

Check the mate,
And and miss the tee,
Life for freedom,
Let freedom live for thee,

For me the be free,
I sip on my tea,
And only I think,
Of days I am keen,
Or dreams of my life,
As a basket of ripe,
Apples and mango's,
Peaches delight,

For Saturday sings,
A blue lullaby,
A breathe of the fresh,
And air for the eyes,
I cancel the vision,
Of lonely times past,

Bring in the Spirit,
Of life ever-last,
Jesus the guide,
The mediator of all,
My savior we yonder,
Towards grace that is called,
Willing to die,
Of a cross of pain and suffering,
Willing to free,
From sin and shame,
We've come to this moment,
Now let us again,
Love one another,
Like brother and kin,

Chasing sky's like planes on waters,

Methods and slow time waves,

Purposes beyond money's imagination,

Goals that pass reason like flies,

All grains and soot grow on the feet,

Of those in packages of selfless fate

Gifts of isle,
Odd rarities, a clasp of corners,
Frugity,
Trapezoid,
Fluidly,
Agrown,
As a teething,
Jewel or treasure,
Soulfully bound,


Chase lights like oceans,
Ever against
The fascinating cylinder

Ready or not,
Here it is again,

Pictures of families,
Roses and daisys

I've been waiting,
Pre-moridally,
Like an ruthless disguise
Very much influenced by you,
You're personal response to whatever,
I can remember through you
Chasing dreams of naught nor sorrow,
Fallen on grounds of tender grass, and fallow,


Believe in me,
Or else I will dis-purse into something undone
by treason not Love,

Believe in you,
I must,
Or become a fragrant skim of challenged talk
and greed
Like silence I breathe

If this poem dies in your arms,
Or a piece of it drifts through,
the glades of time,
Please stop and drink this beautiful wine with me

Should I write about the pain or grief?
Or the things that make me tick?
Should I think and search for better days,
Without the slightest disagreement,


Should I care about things, long gone,
People long gone,

Do the days and nights of wandering make you less of me?
Do the days and trees ahead of me make me less a man,

Silent are the firmer things,
Birds breathe song,
Shadows take time,
All this denigrating shallow talk,
Is what mask's our sweet beauty,
Thankfully so,
For the Anger we show

The scattered dead,
Headless men filled with boundless grief,
Cherish moments of unneeded compromise,

Films unspoken,
Like hearts broken

Turning forward to times,
Beneath the effortless spines,
Of men asleep in greasy sweat,

Tell the cops to find the Ox,
Tell the boys to keep the watch,
Mind over matter,

Matter of fact,
I probably forgot all of that,
Nonsense and pain,
Time and fame,
Pointless matters of death,
Greater feelings of rest

Excerpt of Change Begins With a Choice

"Take me back
to the start
The first, the last
the beginning the past
the start is the end
the end is the start
forced by nature to be apart"

Nastgrowa,
All the shows and calling phones,
Away again,
For all of the people that go again,
Collide, The same reason the man has but what he has,
Doblio,
Another stranger at my side,
Can you hear the tension leave,
Can you feel the people breathe,
Arise the slender' decider of justice,
Claoiu,
A view of Eternal combustion,
A focus of thoughts will make me become,
Something another place cloud have rung,
Seeped in the peace of the land of the sheep

Face the red sky dawn,
South the paw white deer,
Forward the shifting sands and dunes,
Where the sacred beetles stir salt and mud,
Time the black and brown bears as they mark a day,
For only what you are I can be what I am,
It reaches out, forgotten again

Thanks again
Trimming banquets of ice-ish tunnels of growth and decay,
Like swords and staves abound each day,
Like plenty I follow the whim of today,
Please help us all form a new day,

Easy come, easy go,
That's what the white-liner says as it goes,
For me to be free inside of my sea,
I'd often need a place to be

On the corner of whatchamacallit,
And prancer-villa
I sense time running north,
To show itself clear,
Without the lie and scandal,

Something showing forth, inner,
Willingness to provide tension
Lessons, to learn or learned by


This I know is clearly shown as friend,
Compare results,
Trade lives,
All the while the shoes are muddy,
And the dancing is clean

The kids over neat the tree of Silver, laced in
Gold
Smelling the fragrance and touching the bayberries
A soothing practice allowed by a few nobles
Ones with fortress gestures and knitted crowns
Seeping into the further furnace
Desires, lifeless beauty pregnant
Flames burning blue
Washing the window of tomorrow
If there ever was a pane for pain
Broken glass shattered at last
All the kids play beneath the Silver Tree
Laced in Gold,
Laced in Gold

Separation,
Un-ended retribution,
Satisfactory illness,
Whatever two-piece,
Jet black,
Word you are,
I hope the decent,
Men without truth or desire,
Are fascinating,
How lifeless members,
Often remember,
Darkness A'Torch the ghastly,
Desert sphere,
She selects,
All the way to when,
Where-ever I was,
You knew the way

Life is like a weather-man's parade,
A spun-out ride of calamity,
And,
Causation,
Such details lost like blue winds,
In ever-green plateau's
Or high desert mountains,

All of the images,
My mind displays,
Are radiating,
Yet transparently,
Confining themselves,
Into whatever isometric language,
They deem fit

I don't think you,
The fact I can get it right away with,
I'm so excited to be able too see

I love you so much for the rest
The new version of this,
Is there any way I can see you

I'm not going to be the best
The only thing that I can be
For example I don't think that I don't know
Or have known that for sure

Texarkana

Then the gun men come and then
The one in blonde fox
Clutching the Book of Ruin
In his clean white hands
From the barn I could see the star
Of his horse galloped toward us
In the, there was nothing
We could do
Just watch as an ocean of bloodhounds
Flood down the side of the mountain



Cynthia Cruz ---

The call of deaths retreat,
Blanketed in a vast ocean abound,
Calling you closer day by day,
Like snails moving across planes slowly,

Drift my dear love into the mysterious
Presence of pure peace and devotion
Again to sunset to sunder again

KRD--