If you mined my mind all you would find
are tattoos of you and your fine *** behind

Plein air, plein air
B r e a t h e
But I crave the city

the sound it runs
among the trees
a nameless thing
Awakens

the green, such green
G A Z E
I drink the shadow
lying between

the sun it falls
below its line
The birds they cry
placate them

the time, the time
B L I N K
But I mourn the dash

the mind it stops.
see how dead the wooded can be

infinitely
small
moment.

The sun is napping behind a cloud,
though loud plane engines call her awake.

Pollen is prancing around the patch,
and tiny critters follow their lead.

A big dog lies on the patio,
his smelly body absorbing heat.

You rest here with a pen in your hand,
tossing small diamonds into the sand.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow
(Alek the Poet)

We, the people, is inclusive.
It's me and you and whoeverelse shows up
under examination.

The unaxamined life, ain't worth the time, t'm'mind.

We, the people, embody liberty
it's a cultural-environmental-asentien-told-tale,
an ethos-pathos, super positioned meme.
Our endowment, as it were.

It is living. Alive means it is living, in short form
where it is a
named variable earlier in the duration of events.

okeh. quotes and things
around phrases are de
meaning to the words in the phrases, so, mebbe,
for real spells,
we only use
invisible links, right

"to effect a thought"
slogan mantras from others into
now, if the phrase might be called stolen,
if we fail to say, who said, say
mebbe
John Kenneth Galbraith said that...
Name dropping as an ethos move, scene setting up pathos

or it could be a tribal signal. Are we in send or receive?

I know some of those. If we read the same books, we are related.
Valis might mean something to you.
I might cure your apophrenia and ****** you to my side,

don't push me off the edge this time.
Finding oneself in the book of life is ... as hard as you think it is.
Would you know your name if it were called?

wwwuwu freaky online poet person messin' witme.
crazy, the idea, is not a bad state of mind,

past the cool of the day, as the last shred of doubt about
reality has been besomed into the dust,

matter for matter, dust for dust,
here is where the part of crazy that is only Escherish
begins to twist itself
into a Mobius strip with Pluribis backing us on fife,
Higgs on the bass, and
Hopf spinning sticks between perididdles

The entire idea of Universe, emerges
inside out, and

all over the planet, all hands clap to forehead, as one.

Shadows lurk
Shadows hide
Not always being
On the outside

Shadows can steal
Your force to strive
Shadows can steal
Your wish to be alive

Shadows can lurk
Deep in your head
Or loom upon walls
Above your bed

Shadows can take over
The outside at night,
But can shadows take
Your inside sometimes

I watch you from the outside
Begging at my feet, saying again
again that you love me.
Banging on the glass. While she
throws herself on you from behind.
You couldn't notice.
You couldn't notice it was killing me.
But her eyes were looking at mine,
eyes that challenged threatened,
demanded me to give you up.

I was never loved and too afraid to fight
Running was my only vice.
I don't know how to fight her to stay back.
When you jabbed me with you smile,
"She is my best friend, baby, be nice."
So I put on a smile and my mascara,
gritted my teeth in the face of fire.

But she was always there. Quiet, lurking
snarling at me whenever you were not here.
It broke me, but you didn't care.
You saw the sweet girl in your best friend.
And your girl the crazy *****.

I loved you.
I watched you beg, banging, crying, pleading from the outside.
I ran.

a mucky week,
feeling down.

can't figure out why.

I look at my creek
in my neighborhood
as I drive by

my heart aches
for the most mundane adventure;
a suburban expedition
is enough for me.

I'm home on the couch.
every heartbeat telling me to go,
splash in the creek,
follow its flow

my bike takes me there,
the wind in my ears

socks and shoes left at the bridge,
jeans rolled up to my knees.

the creek is a welcoming bitter cold

it's november but I miss this.

I clamber over rocks like a hermit crab,
covered in dirt,
not stopping

the trees are a beautiful ceiling
in this room that has no walls

as I watch the creatures in the water,
I want to envy them.

but I can't
when I'm having so much fun,
being me,
watching them.

Azure skies stretch above me,
the sun a fiery devil.
It warms my hands as I drive,
the steering wheel
a permit for freedom.

I'm on the wrong side
Of the right side.

I'm stuck on the outside,
Even when I'm inside.

I'm on the bad side
Of the good side.

Out of the bad guys,
I'm the sad type.