M1 man, & nothing more.
Well, actually a1 not true
Is that statement said b4
More thought was put n2
What is the case 2b made,
Here in this poem now 2u,
That is written n8 lines, n8
R3 things u2 underestimate.

To overcome this still inertia--impassioned as I am with
my wise reservation--is a cumbersome thing wrapped in a naked singularity that does tuggeth me between sluggish grief and brief elation. Betwixt the shore of imagination and the nexus that is the horizon, I revel in a non-spatial continuum of sanity, watching the celestial spheres in constantly changing velocity above me circle around a periphery, each like a space born diadem.


Released from reality, I see Thee with an adventure in hand,
(though it currently only resides in my minds travels.)
He is the King of Kings in His secret land, and it there that
is where the living conundrum unravels. I lose all of my attachments until I am free to be married to my destiny, which haunts my dreams and drinks up my being like a weeping willow tree: but at last I have surrendered to the
perfect Grace that has annihilated me.

Now there is only the diversity in the unity that has
awakened my natural love, empowering me to attempt the
ascent from this mortal levee, and kiss the endless sky above.

This book represents the majority of my Poetry since childhood. I hope you enjoy it.

Echoes Life, that once felt from light,
Unduly ample for my individual sight,
A genuine Self-a particle ungrounded-
Each we see, all tinctures of all shade
By interposition of calignosity made,
Remain it veritably Life unbounded?
Ev'ry thought, woe, joy of live breath,
Is it stronger than inevitable Death?
              
       -Life is Death, as yet unfounded.

Glory unknown, by cell hidden -revealed
Too from sightless vision opened; sealed
Within; outside his/hers abundance/dearth.
Now then still moving released, captured
Then, now free. Indentured servant served
Better worse then -than- now best worst.
That this selfsame opposite cursed blessed
Blessing; cursing all; nothing confessed;
Denied us them long; short smooth course
Right left whole divided. Letdown supports
Her hem, this that cloaked unveiled attempts,

Succeeds by far, impressive disappointments.

To wither, vanish, fade and diminish,
Dissolving in a glass half - empty
That forgets, whilst growing
In Time's passage and e'er
Shrinking with age, is
To wither, vanish, fade and diminish.

Darling, I heed thy cries as you feel
Blemished, and are becoming nearer
To Death than to me, 'cause I cannot
See the petals for the rose ye be,
Or at times sense what scents
Linger in your train, as you
Do wither, vanish, fade and diminish.

However, in perfumed decay, I watched
You sustain your image, and persevere
In a glass that I changed out and made
Half-full, being so careful when putting
You back in it, but still you most certainly
Do wither, vanish, fade and diminish.

The day has come and you have gone
Away, and those familiar feel an agony,
As we display you finally in a heavenly
Vase, for our good-intentioned and
Religious ceremony: but now I will
No longer see you
To wither, vanish, fade and diminish.

Mirror equations form a pattern occasionally as evidenced by the following:



789632145 + 541236987 = 1111111110



741852963 + 369258147 = 1111111110


123456789 + 987654321 = 1111111110


963852741 + 147258369 = 1111111110


789456123 + 321654987 = 1111111110


976431 + 134679 = 1111110


718293 + 392817 = 1111110


794613 + 316497 =1111110


9731 + 1379 = 11110


9371 + 1739 = 11110


9191 + 1919 = 11110


2468 + 8642 = 11110


7913 + 3197 = 11110


852 + 258 = 1110


46 + 64 = 110

The sky muted silver in color,
And I am still running,
Looking up from the earth's dolor.
The luminaries of the heavens
Glowing bright in appearance.
Breathless, devoted,
Twinkling at me as I think of her,
As time-worn relics shine;
Burst thru patina tints.
Smooth, burnished,
Brought to a luster again
After many years neglected in Time.
The corridors where my ancestors
Ran and run. This affected peace to me,
And I am one with them,
From this day on,  I am one.
Take me thru the years,
The key to open doors,
To another day, another way,
With hopes in tow; and  I realize this day, as I think of them…  

I know I am never
As alone as I think I am.

PATTERNS IN THE MATH

04862 + 31795 = 36657

0486 + 3179 = 3665

048 + 317 = 365

04 + 31 = 35

0 + 3 = 3
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I have traveled these fields
For days,
Watching the moon shining,
Angel hair
Flowing  in the nightwind;
And the fall of rain upon
Her lovely face.

When she smiles I can
Feel her glow,
But where she
Takes me...
I dunno.

If God would
Send a sign
I could tell
If my love
Is a waste
Of time,


Or perhaps she is a
Figment of my daft
Mind;
                      And she
Doesn't     know
I am alive.

At night in the hamlet, a noise broke the silence. A quite small pixie named Stick
Was napping in the forest just round midnight or so, she fancied she heard
Her name being called thru the wood by some lover. She sat there by her snail shell hut like an intoxicated hobbit, then she crept on down to the dale, and spied
Wee little fireflies dancing in the air like nightlights flown by daring pilots with no particular place to go.

O Thou whose angel is in the holy place
Of human souls dwells there for a space.
Which from that quarter once conveyed,
To be to deep daedal daytime displayed,

Doth be lost, vanish, and leave behind
Mere barren and void of ****** mind,
Which froward urge doth seek in vain
With random desires to furnish again!

O Thou that in our torn rib cage shrine
Dost dwell desolate, obscure, but divine!
I thought to murmur, I resolved to say,
"The beacon is here, witness the way."
The cry was thus, and thus the Word,
And thus I saw, and aye! Thus I heard.

O thou, Eternity, who in thy immeasurable rule
Doth set to Life Death's changeable effect;
Everlasting endlessness needs Time if
This measure's to measure true, yet
In time thru death, this eternity
Of life needs measures new.

0 plays the role of an even number perfectly, because it
is an even number.

You can see this especially when you reverse the operation
when subtracting evens from odds.


Odds & Evens
///////// - //////////
97531 - 86420 = 11111

7531 - 6420 = 1111

531 - 420 = 111

31 - 20 = 11

1 - 0 = 1

Should love spring also with Spring!?
Here birds and herds art all so whisp'ring;
O* all recall the bliss that thee Bliss brings!
Dale and combe, do entertain, o'erdue regales;
Sweet pipings piped twain boon nightingales;
Here a throng hears; here a throng sings.
A-strutting didst he; a ditzy strutter e'er go.
Gone so long•each to each•  is each woe,
O what if ten -steal gentle,* O Woodruff!?
What if ten by hundred do so flee to steal away,
Lest the sadness's of Winter's existence thee allay,
SO would an woodland rill still rill all it could've?

Note that all worthy love is worthy thee note,
Blessing that within you, within that blessing;
Writing thee in Love, my only learning by rote.
"Guest," to "Heart"now you list so, I see guessing.

Blest, I writ thee, there Love was found best.
Gift by each musing or logic therewith,
That one forms, all in form,one that blessed
That one Heart is all my Heart, inside I live.

Better much that ye love certainly I. Mine adored
Gladly that darling and essential, "Nature."I espied
Never fault in thee, yet deep region, that I explored.
Be trusted as true; double seeing hearts be ALLIED.

ALLIED be hearts seeing double; true as trusted be.
Espied I that region deep, yet thee in fault never.
Nature, essential and darling, that gladly
Adored mine. I certainly love ye that much better.

Live I inside Heart,  my all is Heart, one that blessed
That one form in all forms; one that therewith that
Logic -or musing each by gift, best found was Love
There. Thee, writ I blessed. Guessing, see I? So list

You now Heart to Guest. Rote by learning only my
Love, in thee. Writing; blessing that within you, withinthat blessing. Note thee worthy? Is Love worthy all that note?

I stood cautiously upon that great hill,
The breeze was calming, & so very still
That the sweet new blooms were proud.
Languid pull, in a curve, neath a shroud,
Their sweet leaves by sweetness stems,
Crowns  that keep those astral diadems
Caught from the budding tears of morn;
And clouds were fair, so wispy and borne
Fresh from the clear beck; they still slept
Upon azure plains of sky; and then crept
A faint buzzing among the green leaves,
Born of a sigh that that quietude heaves,
For not the dimmest stirring in the scene,
Of all the umbrage that lie o'er the green;
Was seen as yet, such Joy
such solace did bring.

All on this world, on this soil
And these grounds unfurled,
Raged. The thorny bush,
The thistle sage, pierced my leg;
And the weeds ate at
Everything!

We  stumble  forth,   'midst  creepers,  and  traverse
||        |||         |||          ||         |||  ­         \\\    \\\\\
 the  jungle    floor    which  measures a dozen acres.

Now I behold that murky echo,
                    
                     Just 'neath the closed window,

               And here I am a living innuendo,  

Tossing pebbles 'gainst panes
                            of stained glass. Your pains hurt me more than the panes


I broke trying to wake you.

Oft, in the tranquility of the night,
Ere the fetters of idleness bind me,
Tender thought of you bears a light
Of distant offbeat days that find me:
The tenderness expressed, the tears
Of young manhood's sluggish years;
The sound of lovely words so spoken;
The eyes that at that moment shone
Now eclipsed, obscured, and gone.
The gladsome hearts now broken!
Thus, in the tranquility of the night,
Ere the fetters of idleness bind me,
Sad thoughts of you bring no light
By melancholy days that find me.

Taut and without motion my darkness does repose, after settling in, descended to the greater depths of misery, where conflict did me in. And wherefore I do title that interval between birth and extinction with a greater respect, tho yet, the truer aspect of my heavy burden could not but reveal itself in grandest magnificence, it's pride akin
to heroes, standing akimbo, triumphant 'gainst my struggles within.

In the beginning God created the heaven and earth.When I consider the heavens,the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; what is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and thou shouldest set thine heart upon him? But one in a certain place testified, saying, What is man, that thou art mindful of him? or the son of man, that thou visiteth him? Thou madest him a little lower than the angels; thou crownedest him with glory and honor, and didst set him over the works of thy hands: Or a little while inferior to Thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet. For in that he put all in subjection under him, he left nothing that is not put under him. But now we see not yet all things put under him.And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, all power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: The Lord hath made bare his holy arm in the eyes of all the nations; and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God. And that repentance and remission of sins should be preached in his name among all nations, beginning at Jerusalem. And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed. And He said, It is a light thing that thou shouldst be my servant to raise up the tribes of Jacob, and to restore the preserved of Israel: I will also give thee a light to the Gentiles, that thou mayest be my salvation unto the end of the earth.

Here, where the sphere remains quiet,
Here, where all torment rightly seems
As do breathless winds before the riot;
And clouded visions o' cloudy dreams,
Do watch the pastures there growing,
For harvesting lads and such sowing,
For the reaping hour and the mowing,
A sluggish world of sluggish streams.

I have grown weary of sobs and laughter:
And folks that crow and those that weep,
Of what may come there in the hereafter,
For those that slowly sow and swiftly reap;
And I tire of days that grow weary of hours,
Wafted buds of those stilled lifeless flowers,
Desires and ideas; and also of such powers;
And of every single double thing but sleep.

Here growth has ruination for a neighbor;
And far from seeing eye and listening ear,
Pale waves and ****** winds force labor
On flimsy ships and temperaments to steer;
To drive out of control, and therein wither;
And woe not do those who place them thither:
But no such ****** whirlwinds ******* hither -
No such wrongs felt, seen, or so perceived here.

Flee from me as far & gone as our needs must be -
To the distant stars & beyond; this, my plea to thee.
Keep from me worn & wan; My Grief, My Misery!

Life, was ******, & yet you still wish to make it so.
I bet you planned & set each manic scripted episode.
But, I'll be the man & get all I left back again tenfold.

No mask could disguise your wise nature;
ye high scholar, who yet does retain a
moving soul within his line, with an ear
tuned to silence as you expound upon bold
situations, hidden in age old remote spaces
without nomenclature: for though you remain
plagued in an endless Drama, and are of the cost
aware, you write with wit the writ, and thru this
protect it's characters from the public with honor,
by filling the page with secret clues to these truths
which you must declare or suffer.

You are a man on fire, on whom despair does cause
pause, because for all of us does dismal loss bring the
gloom of the sepulcher. So ever remain a man over whom
thy decease cannot loom like stormy weather; a king over
his subject matter, who wilt remain a preceptor who is not
to be beset by savage settlers.

The ring of fellowship did entertain you in youth, and
glorious is the power of heavenly sovereignty on thy
conscious existence's tall stature! And forthright you stir
a generation into childlike veneration at an earnest
endeavor, bethinking before long thy charity of knowledge
shall carry thee into the halls of academic history,
( like all great philosophers.)

And thru systematic theory you taught us to ask ourselves
this problematic query, " If a man's slowly dying emotions
cannot continue alive internally, were they not dyed with
fugitive colors?"

My dear darlings! My dreamers!
O flawless ones, a Poetess each
Are you all methinks straightway!
And much do your hearts reach
Mine own, a heart growing wider
And wider with each Poem ye bless
Me with in the night before I find
Rest in words so lovely, that my own
Fail to do justice to what it is I feel
I wish to express in this humble
Thank you! to you all, my darlings...
My dreamers... Each a lovely Poetess.

Mein Liebe zu dir -JLC

Waste an idle light, as you gaze into a dream,
Gaze into the night, as you waste in idle scene;
And when the candles burn down, so soon seen
Burn down so low. O a dragon eye deplorable...
Stares thru your soul, like windows in the oracle.


.

A king, a bard, round and round,
He seems retired, but hasn't found
What we see as universal truth,
Whereas it thieves him of his youth.

Now love stirs the  motley  fool
So his words might be dim & cruel,
Yet he crowns her then with jewels
Respect that comes with  *I love you.

Bear thyself forthwith, O Dear Courage,
Carry on with I to many regions unexplored,
Wheresoever the earthen floor can hold.

No quarter for fear to bear nor yet here flourish,
Not this breast or soul, e'en  if one the more
Could be taken, this hour brought forth to unfold.

Tho I fathom not hardihood, you do with care here nourish
My gentler soul, O My Soul, so you are worthier to adore.
Stay to me, and we will all the wonders of this world uphold.

Aye! Foreign Eye; tooth for a truth! you gnome eyne  sane? Troot I owe ewe nah, youths dunno, you fin nah Noll. *** eye us fin nah per se, foe Theo Theo, ewe know  O you no, enter ups shun, wot in the hex dies...  jest say? Dis' awe beast anaconda sate shun bout Intrusion. O Why? O Why? O Eye, ice bins scratch in at Maya -Maya, day yum eye, forests rail lea bane it she laid lea. Wear Aye, yum  Aye, yum  Ah! Yea, *** eyes us sane, isis slow ands dims sum.  Bess beefs be indy, indy, India, India, Far test fum  yore  deaf viand as understanding! O My! you  oft de deep and of diem, diem... dim niche holes. couldst I ask I such without such plea? Pulleys! Pull East! Scaly wax inner interim oh, honor too, ides doe no, disease?

Lo! Land **! Too old geese sirs seize dearth closure mead wits mine ***** eye; and Naughty Wit Stan Ding disown. Yet fervor from mine arenose ol' hail home, I hath ne'er be -admit I to I; and plead to thee, wizened dis' Beseecher's breeching beach! Shea jest dis' a-greased wit who sow error to dew sew... ***** nil eat.

And therefore store my old hat lore, as I cast in twos that sea...  Aye! thee, Foreign Eye! Truth for a truth, if truth it be, truth tell I, true to thee do I e'er be nah; e'er be I, true to thee from noun on; in air go, did jest *** you ditz dun to me, but now a blind eye a-see  a freed bird!
- I caste you one lass time in due thus see.  Cuss you beast an  false eye, my you still dunce see, still blind you be, be dissin' in my sir name an airy way, and mode in air gone come.. a-seaward.

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Counselor asked us how we can change a negative word into something positive...
I wrote on the board "Judge Me N't."

The time that has perished by mine own doing in vain pursuit of wooing, in dreaming of issuing... the light which lies in womens eyes -I most guilty am. Guilty of pursuing; and all for what more than my self-undoing. All all but blind to my pickle, eschewing my darts a' shooting for their hearts, which from the start hath been made a little fickle.

Sages  whisper  truth  of  a  path  that's  narrow
And  most  difficult  to  ascend  for  humankind.
T'is  true,  I  know,  for  one  did  sing  his  mind
Thru  the  evening  song  of  a  vesper  sparrow

-And I hear Him beside my thoughts aloud.

To  overcome  the  passions  of  this  still  inertia
Mixed  with  my  own  mind's  keen  reservation,
Is  a  hard  battle  between  grief  and  brief  elation
In  the  cold  night  or  dreary  day,  and  vice  versa.

When  I  am  in  my  solitude,  I  choose  to  drift  by
With  the  dread  riptide  of  the  moment,  while
Striving  for  the  peace  of  the  ebb  tide,  a  smile
Upon  my  face  to  let  me  know  it  will  be  alright

-And I hear Him beside my thoughts aloud.

When  I  am  between  the  shore  and  the  pleroma
Violet  horizon,  I  revel  in  a  continuum  of  space,
With  the  music  of  the  spheres  whirling  apace
To  a  forbidden  rhyme  as  I  perfect  my  persona.

I  ­lose  all  of  my  attachments  until  I  am  free  to  be
Married  to  my  destiny,  which  haunts  each  dream
And  drinks  up  my  soul  like  a  weeping  willow  tree.   I  have  surrendered,  nearer  to  our  God,  to  Thee

*-And I hear Him beside my thoughts aloud!

A  brisk  gale  wind
     blows  thru  my
clanking  gears-
thunder  shears-
and  my  riven ­ ears
then  hear  nothing:
but  thru  clairaudience
I  will  ever  be ­ a
master  of  everything
that   ravishes  the
world  beneath  your
feet.

The  pompous  skies
dri­nk  up  the  seas,
to  drop  thus  upon
my  eyes  in  beads;
and ­ as  I  pen  my
muse's  advice,  the
ink  disappears  from
the  s­heets;  and  watcher
dieties-in  the  third  choir
of  the  celes­tial  hierarchy-
now  have  useless  wings.

Oh,  mold  my  verna­l
features  into  a  candle
effigy— watch  them  gleam—
then  gro­w  so  low  by  high
degrees; and  the  wax  melting  by
the  heat  of  flame  -to  once  again­
downturn  my  merry  cheeks.  So  if
you  please,  masquerade  a­s  a  blessed
princess  -before   I  am  consumed  completely-
and  I  will  play  both  parts  o­f  the  duelling
princes.  One  a  man, the other  a  machine.

Go,  rendezvous  with  my doyenne madness!

Indeed  the  tryst  could  cause  my  discarnate
ghost­  to  scarper.  I  will  wrap  a  cloak  around
my Joy  and  Sadn­ess   
—pleased that I  might hide  my  spare  character; or  at  least  proclaim  thee
dressed  a  bit  sharper.

Gift to me gifts, sure! not your present pleas
-Ne'er take me for the motley foolish things.
If truly ****- poor posture deadened Grief,
(Where late thee adored thee, got thee by the cruelest means.)


Wish duly this, you're not sure, pressing needs
-There may be morphine by the tulip leaves.
It's to me this: pure, hot, for less than these.
Share, make me more; free not the ghoulish wings.

Which doobie hits? Forgot your lesson, Steve?
Swear they need Morning Time, it's the newest tease.
This truly is, more, (not for questioning.)
Where maybe pure themes rhyme with the truest ease.

Love is more than feasts for the eyes.
Gorgeous flowers always do inspire
Possessive urges -no need to despise
Such flaw.Yet if unquenchable desire
Ignites you more by just a ***** action,
You lack a tinder to make a spark a fire;
I would ask a kiss and give her passion
She's never known before, and admire

             -And nothing more.

But perhaps I end too abruptly here,
I would also stroke her lovely hair;
And ask her to scream at the air...

       Just to let out the raw emotion
That comes with being torn open. Life's so good, and yet so unfair.