It don't
mean
nothin'

until we make it up,
lean in to me, we think
we have ra tov wisdom
understanding with science,

we can hold this thought,
we can think this thing
though we see ghosts
roughly speaking gh aha silent
though through ghost thoughts

ghuking unholy common thoughts,
be spoken letters letting us just think,
ritually, just right,
the spin and the coherency, being
on point, this point, perceptual me
happening
in ever after you before me were in
ever after ever before at this point,
right
here, prior to the ritual pending,
the core correction essential for me,
loosing as
some part of me wishes to be ready
to be read and held as true, self evident,
pre-
sent from beauty and truth, to prove us both
here
body and soul, all the people think they know,
but, really,
the word of life, in truth, divides soul from spirit,
the form
between us tonight, the distance sensed
the thought let live in lines I find tying me in one
mind
both hands in flux… dancing letters, keys to this
letting
next experience inside, to know my measure, mete
for me, she who balances he who wished to pray,
letters let us take
and receive, in truth, our daily bread, and essential
other formal additions to daily bread alone, water,
with fire
power, rain and lightning, and ozone smell, or
"petrichor," ichor of stones, groundust wetted
with
gigantic drops, drumming on a tin roof.
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Look, man, this is what I do. Two hand writing machine
interface taking my worth to the scale
we need for trade,
my best, my easy peacock cry
for help, look
into my  eyes,
see we no longer wished
for what we have, so we have it.

Yes, for now.
the time gone riverwise, flows past
into tomorrow, when I go
to the rest and relaxing place
introspecting expecting lost knacks patience

perfect. just in time, not for ever.

i am in love with the fruit just out of my reach
and though i could wait for it to fall
i know it would be rotten by then

i’ve had visions of our romance; in night, in sleep
holding the secret of our memories in my mind
but they’re all visions, not mine to keep

they’re all trying to tear us apart
he’s trying to convince you to leave
all because i said he couldn’t take my purity

and that wildcat started rumors about me
he made up things i said
so you would view me badly

but please, my starlight, don’t stop shining
though i know you’ll leave eventually
just not right now

he is pouring water on your dimming fire
he is your favorite tree, but
that branch is lifting you higher

what is worse than
an empty poem no poem

¿Cómo puedo amar algo que no es mío?
¿El frío no hace temblar los huesos?
¿Si amor es lo que pides?
¿No pueden los árboles respirar?
¿El amor a primera vista termina?
¿Dios no ama al mundo?
¿Qué no eres para mí?
¿El sol no sale después de las cinco?
¿No te gusta oír mi voz antes de dormir?
¿Hay una entrada al cielo, no?
¿Tú sientes mi alma sobre ti?
¿Las rosas no tienen espinas?
¿Es mejor ver el amor venir?
¿El amor, no ve mucho más de la distancia?

"Let us rebuild, so that,
we may be no
longer a reproach",… it is just

business/ Nehemiah spake
put this on your business card

directly, in spirit, to David
Barton, inspirational director,
for many a proud warrior for truth.

Jesus lives, we rise, we agree, in me.

Where lay the Kingdom of God, back then,
when he is recorded as having said,
I will, my will being done, abide
side any who hear the knock,

as an innocent, or a lying, cheating scoundrel,
that's the good news, war has never worked,
peacemaking all ways works, one on one.

Honed most point, tip to tip... touch
spirit face to spirit face
messenger to message, dare we say
in the presence of at least as many as
have testified to seeing grave dwellers walking,

most certainly there was darkness, and that curtain,

between the holiest of holies, and every day sanctity,
ripped… rippity re-occurence right down the middle,
opening all reality
to the Wizard
of Oz's most esoteric

special effect
on the ensuing Easter audiences, seeing
it, over and over, until the metaphor, the riddle becomes

dabar, a very humble word translated many ways, see::

Pens with motors are more powerful than swords,
of any sort… logos significant cannot loose dabar yah, we

in this form minding manners men agree to abide beneath,

but
but
but
on good advice,
from bar mitzvahed friends, dead and living,

the use of labor, during interesting times, as mobs

to make unified mind form encase believers in
situations indisputably dangerous, used right

by godfearing law enforcement officers, right
used by a leader exactly, to the hairs on his head,

like the guy on television who crashed all those casinos.