My revelation is clear now.
I got rythym. Now.
See.
                                            Seven days to an orbit.
                                            Or mere cochance.
                                            Seems like a weekend thing too.
****
                                           Inspiration seems to kick off her
                                           Frilly lace and slides quietly under satin.
                                          Heat check. Why?
Perception is reality no?
Saturation and release ?
Skull duggery.
Mind miner.


Alchemist at work.
Iron pirate. ?

At any rate it feels like 7 is my lucky #.
Ahh. Sleep dep.?
Mayhap.

This thing has no rhyme or reason
Just random thumb typing to connect the dots.
Realy freestyling. A goof.

At the end,will there be reaason?
Chicken or egg.
Omlett or leg.

Spare parts laying on the floor
Stitched together for effect.
An abstraction in action.
A work in progress

To be continued.....

Yes peaches.I did find you to be alluring.and
Yes. Is peaches your real name?

Yes peaches. I want to shake your tree. Sorry I ******* resist
Has anyone.?

Yes peaches are my favorite fruit. So what could be finer.
Peaches. I swear. I would run through a den of lions in a meat suit
To own your heart and all parts unknown.

No peaches.
If you give your heart to me I will keep it safe in a mason jar.


Your eyes in a bottle of formaldahyde.
Your lips in a jewelry case.

Yours truely.
Dr. H. Von Frankenstein.

P.S. do you like moolight walks and
Sleeping in late ?

We sit in the middle of the the universe. Truely. ?

The earth is flat .the horizon.
Falls away to oblivion TRUELY.  ?

If man was meant to fly he.would sprout wings.
REALLY?

My god is the real god.
TRUELY. ?

Freedom is. For free

Really ?.                                                The meek shall inherit the earth.
                  
    


                                      Still reading the ticker tape on that.
                                                             One.

Absolute power corrupts. Absolutly
Absolutly !!!!! .

Will a bear **** in the woods?
Probably !.                                                     Is this poem going anywhere?
                                                                      Nahh.
Just a goof.

Random randomness that means nothing at all
Neurons sniping and watching things fall at random locations.
Connecting dots picking forget me nots and making a pile.
:-)

The sponge holds all it can then begins to ooze.
                           OR. The glass brims over full.

I think for me it has to be.
Some such.
The ooze mayhap.                              Emotional. Cleansing.
                                                      ­     Spiritual centrifugality.
                                                 ­          Sweet spinning
                                                        ­   Balance of body and soul.
Rote release.
Relaxed expression by way of
Familiar repition.





                                                           Out of body.

                                                          ­ 8 punch combination

                                                    ­       With no hitch..

A groove.

Like.music.

Like dancing.

Like making love with passion

Like breathing............ almost