Can you hear me through the wall?

I  think with all my scars
I can't ever live with them.

When you are sent to tell
About the time we had together

smile at who you are
strangers Turning around me
Everybody down on the corner
Seems so far away.

Don't let the door hit ya,
  where the good lord split ya, [over]
See ya wouldn't want to be ya; [)me

These eyes wobble
Unable to decide
Without a face.
new life awaits you in the off-world colonies, a chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure.

Now, as the dawn nears
but by the grace of God, we
belong to no one.

I know what you think
open book my mind  casts down
, - )
Sad angry orphan

bend some white creme cheese
harden
      to inescapable tension
      Of being inebriated
      parlay until it courtesies
;old and smooth and romantic

Zipper  lipper  clicks
Spins ballet in snack size sqeeze
    Off rim buzz ins luck

[ Close room < open > ( books ) ]

   babbles fill the atmosphere -

Then,
angels appear. . .

Tempted by" In God we trust" sometimes seen on legal tender?

Why are we not really  putting our trust in An infinite God
For our spiritual  matters
rather than our finite $$elves.


For we are now on a different basis; the basis of trusting and relying upon God.
I am not to put strange gods like $ money before Him
Money is not the problem
I'm the problem and people without IT!

oh! pay my bills when I have no bank account or place to live without a rental deposit, 1st Months rent, and a liveable  wage or without economic disparity placed before me, or secure health care or SSI for my so called disability
oh that!
I will gladly choose that God who can possibly manage all these non spiritual
Masters!

We are in the world to play the role He assigns. Just to the extent that we do as we think He would have us, and humbly rely on Him, does He enable us to match calamity with serenity.

"How longs forever?"

                Alice asked --
The White Rabbit  
    
   "For you, one second."

To my own crime
  smoke detectors were set off
Unsolved, I say oh well

       the tab at the bar
       like a joke thinks is woke
       mirrors others They've been

The whole place
  Leans on  past Exorcisms.

washed
Woke up
knife in my belly
delivered a baby

Unfunny punchlines
reluctantly wait meanwhile
   Until you are ready

my 1 view wishing to know you
   like a photograph taken years ago,

I don't.
Because our heart Is a tropical rain
Too long
Waiting for the end.

Containers Unleash
Penned up memories of sleep
Confiding in me.

Quietude has been likened,
l.  to have had to be
     without You listening, and
2.   I can answer.
with just pretty awareness
of stunning absence... therein
is nothing more delicious?

I.d.'diction is the eye just obsessing-
super ego's identity, it's a powerful myself
fixated I dream to out live all others
Our reality is what it costs us.

****** liberation, and surrealist imagery of how Little I did I know.

Want Education how to Coopitulate with some otherwise its special says
I can't say it was horrible.
Just normal hack time grateful. idk.

everything's so wonderful now,
I just wanted you to know you are loved for being here during holidays
Help me make a big message of it.

Thinking provides us the opportunity to laugh at each others trying to do better
You're out cuzyou gotta shiner
Messed around with just any pretty face.

soft ointment triangle
Untouchable skin hands me
notes
Smoking pluck out the words
Restroom
wallpaper,
I don't care about
  Phone numbers Returns to the earth unknown.
a deserted Oasis Standard bird
    under a sunspot
Breaks the knots going around knots
The next gas is 300 miles
And I'm still standing on empty
Blending in

best to avoid peoplsituathings
Because of the impulztoharme
and words cannot makethemup
makes me want to watch
And not trust my own mind;
IjustLurk

How was your new years Eve
As we get older they may
Not have one
Since their butts
Have moved
To their front.


lan·guid

adjective
1.
(of a person, manner, or gesture) displaying or having a disinclination for physical exertion or effort; slow and relaxed.
"they turned with languid movements from back to front so as to tan evenly"

sEEkyoU, wAxiNg moo

Deflects hey nose k-9

   hung-inside is change

Tired of the **** wind
For those who begged be taken
Back to the east
It chases around me
until my final address gives up
A naked defeat
My skin clothes are slacking together
Filled in the dirt piles neatly
   crying, slovenly speak
About the socials gone
pretty and pink bulbs
Upon my chests goodbye letter

Slow down
with every word you chew
       try a different tooth
Spoon
           mana
                       off the ground

Smile
And say I'll miss
You.
And watch
Out
Laugh
At you.
******
But kiss you

Maybe this relationship could be saved
And become good for something someday
rather not to be me
When survey says but
look ok
   hide it away
  save your my own ***
and money for less than
what the dr ordered.

For a little broken flower.
Homegrown by kindness smiles and water.

Twenty one  gun salute
A tourniquet
The bicycle spoke
Like as slow guitar.

We are a center of nerves as
       filaments of
       fretting pieces of gratuitous
       cruelty, absolute torture or
       insanity
                become empowered
                of a conditioned mind
                as a habit breathes

  , what is strange and unnatural
        customs build by craving for
        what fills the unfathomed
        void,
  , have by conjured up spectres,  
        half-remembered dream,
        depends upon on a fate
        as one inhales substances,
  , to expel
        their hands bathed in blood
        hug the destroyer to this
        gloom of desperate
        starvation, pain, and
        nakedness, begins to hunt
        
, to place a cathedral
   that which terrifies us in
    sleep and fall into short
    trances to take away.

Cliff ghosts booied Jumpers

  island of lost friends lies here

Fun Living to Laugh

Over and over, day to
day
come and go
   to stay in, place them
to wander
    aspects make
shapes slow
they dissolve in too
then wonder
    sharing how far we
can go.

Cigarette machines,
beer neon novelty,
but I was a cherry
My father said so.

When they asked you
You drank and twisted
It into a knot
Your name
Crybaby.

When you're little you practice laughing at anyone or anymore
The times are not more violent
The times are more televised.

Aversion to infuriating
Cant cop to that

when Life becomes lifey
like Mr Hair whose not hairing
speaks by hidden sounds

listening is asking
repeating what you said
Share your triumphs or struggles

sounds-like
Share your
TRiAMPs or Try[Eyeu]mphs

I'm sorry that  I. Was picking up
From another energy and the meds I didn't get were telling me
Messages.

The sky unfolds its quiet hymn,
a murmured truth, a whispered whim.
Clouds, like thoughts, drift and blur,
blending shadows with things that were.

Beneath this canvas, hearts collide,
questions ripple, none can hide.
Do we linger, or do we fade—
are we the dream, or the cascade?

What lingers in the twilight for you?

Magical friend draw in
  much ? Match stickmen
  Sickly as you can,

When the burnt head threaded is twisting around,

as Is imagined I am
snaps pretty good . . .
                                   .
                                  Today By just a
                                  tricky find
                                  Me just a fish,

For The old man and the sea.

unpredictability of human behaviour especially in who's last breath is for:

     here is not a map or compass
     all seemingly lost becomes satisfying
When I am to predict
  -  where my life begins
   - the arrow spins unbearably.

Who or what in The moment I'm to change into revolt and turn into live and stare.

This wasted land of consumption
opens me up to grab even more
it wasn't anything else to do but keep.

Return with sentences the soil collected  lays motionless to nothing and opening  hands dedicates each day to consonants.

Antidote is love life without any evidence
For what the hecks wrong with you,
be the blind mice drama mistook us for.

The watch ran backwards  then melted like a black hole sun with us smilling
errie is another and another in time; (time again  was old as old **** own **** who accepts it just as it is
It says illness
what's tomorrow
brings tomorrow
If the sun also rises I don't remember
I'll keep crying this day never ends
In My Beginners group recital
My brains a hotel model
Comfortable  and lean with queen bed sheets wrapped around me
An I gel...;x( o)x An I gel...;x( o)x

Clippings of them are not needed so I toss in
To See what's maybe in my own Thoughts.

to embrace calling it out, behalf of my most purpose
of this life's past accomplished happiness
when I was just a little in love

to deeply connect to earthly creation -
embrace new paths rolling up in me
when I walked on the ***** of my feet

to bring into the world being put down
find my own first true passion
When I brought into this a single life.

every Bag of Bones
    That comes through this town
          .you're grit
- Turns frowns upside down -

Nuts I'm trying to get along with all people including those with whom aren't likely to ask me.
     if only if they asked me if I needed anything like them to pray or have pity.  
      if you think to be included in his hour's rosary then just ask for it
You little side hustler.

Prayers to help another- even if you don't think if you are not doing enough already.