A  train  was
  running  very
fastly  for
Frankfrut  to
Berlin.

­
Just after
leaving  from
Berlin
It  was
hijacked  by
Atlantic  ocean's­
Alien   pirates.

The  train  became
100  parts.



All  the  iron  and
o­ther  metals
were  eaten   by
Atlantic  Alien
big  metal-digester
creature  which
was  genetically
developed  and  created
  by  A­lien.


After  2  days
the  creatures   were  killed  and
all   the  irons
were   taken
to  other  dead  planet
to  store  under
the  surface
to  b­e  mines  by
Aliens  -mine s  technology.


In  this  technology
a  tiny  amount  of  iron
i­s  needed  to
  fill-up  all  the
planet    base   mine
requirement.



Just  like  a
fruit  giving
  tree

I look across
the moss covered snag
laid delicately on the forest floor
creating habitat for micro-cilium
and rodent families.
Momentarily disorientated
by the crashing of dry
and disjointed underbrush,
I peer through the Fir thicket
attempting to find the source.
At first I am both startled and amazed
at the sheer size of what I perceive to be
an angry grizzly mother
a territorial male mountain cougar
a ******* bigfoot!!
To my surprise and terror
I hear the crashing get closer
and catch the wafting scent
of my unknown adversary…
nay, my death provider
and the digester of Sam.
Unfiltered fear sweeps through me
as visions of all the things in my life
left undone, pass before my eyes
holding grandchildren, reading to them
holding my wife’s small fingers at the table
of the assisted living facilities dining room,
stamps…
when at once my fear is realized
and I find myself staring into the malicious
deadly
evil eyes of
a baby fawn still in spot
that my reckless forest tramping
has stirred from its hidden slumber.
I blush and move on.

sweet sugar, sugar,
enslaver of untame
able-ibility
Artsy Inquisitive
curious seekers of more than you think you knew,
queue up, ya'll, the crow jest called,
then
this is the stream we walked
into the canyon
to find,
in the shade...

Rest with me near,
in your ear, lying tongue of folly formed boy,
heartfelt,
wishing please please me like I think,

oops, therefore I am, according to the rules,
Mosaic,
Cartesian and Euclidean realities
hold me true, so to you,
holder of self-evident truth by birth,
a mind under authority, as old military-minded,
allegiance oath bound men of honor
are,
at this juncture:
grunt-gutgenug, shield-wall, stone-throw-truer
beings such as I, the author
of this moment we share.

This
on a day of some sort of visit at ion ation,
action, touch and
stick,
stretch for ever, as far as we can tell.

Entangled, tied, un-tied, re-tied, entangle means
religamented relegislated regularity of folds,
religion, for short,
twisted into knots which serve
as springs,
for launching
meaning as well met forms of happen stances, poses
occurring by purest of fortuitous concurrence of Sagan events,

suppose, it is you called to position a self you can be

in each of the postures of the fool.

Foolishness is bound to the heart of the child.

Except, out grip-take-grasp, a being of our kind, ye

become as a little, insignificant, child,
a bit
of a bubble of being, getting ***** to the core,
ye cannot see this realm,
seen through
biome-balancing the future,
Prophesee,
he shall be called holy, hermit, hidden-knower,
digester of soiled persuasive sweets,
discovered in worlds under armoires upright folk
never recall, the taste of pepperment cobwebs
with mud pies, and mammamilch, kein moomilch
from the bovine ilk,
save butter.

Butter and honey shall he eat, 'til he know to choose
the good and leave the evil go on by
each day, in its sufficiency.

I let ****** borrow my heart and she stuck it on the shelf
time couldn’t tell for there are no words
just empty vessels, boredom and thoughts she wrestles
I guess that’s better than being empty
Tempt me, I bent me and now I’m falling apart
But not off, for I was better off offed and alone
You are the velvet to my throne at which you sit
I am the jester, pain digester, who grew past 16