Miss Nancy Ellicott
Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them—
The barren New England hills—
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.

Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.

Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.

They flutter about in the deep dark night
sputtering on, with a bright firelight might
Butterfly sized, with wreathed shining crescents
The only word breathed is, "effervescence”

Their flowing glowing streaks against the dark stark black
While the old stale pale moon beams strong against my back
These little white spheres, of magical energy
lapse my mind of momentary memory
I cannot move, for my movements are crude
and the fear that they'll disappear, is suddenly cued
They are kind and wise, I find I have been mystified
sitting crystallized and innocently petrified

Fickle, free floating dancers, in my quaint little kitchen
Reveals peaceful little answers poured from false fiction

"Playful" I whisper from afar, that's what they are
The purest, clearest energy that's escaped the stars
They brazenly bounce and bob about
reflecting off of my glazen glass jars

Can I love them, without knowing, what or how?
Can I exist forever in this glowing, here and now?
What could they want? Where do they go?
Tantalizing taunts, I grow old in their glow.

Cotton ***** replacing eyeballs,
light bulb socket eye sockets
glimpsing a contrast computer screen under sullen light;
small talk in the room behind me.

They're really getting into it
three quarters over the line between
I really don't know
and I really don't care.

One foot constraining the other end of reality.

And it's like everyone is shaven down
by their own empty hours
into glazen-eyed laughter.

Forward progress into
counting dirt
in a hole.

Torrential spirituality
Religion in the way that your lips meet my spine
You are the connection that I used to have to the moon

Milky, glazen sunshine
You are the freckles in the glass of my great grandfather's telescope

Sizzling electricity blooming from frayed power lines
You are the anxious potential energy impounding my body

Hear my words,
This statement made:
All is dust,
Even stars and rain.

"Rise and shine,
Rise, and shine."

Ashes are adrift
on a glazen beach,
Time is passing
while you're asleep.

"Not that I wish to imply that
you have been sleeping"

Glass was born
of fire and sand;
Forget not
what you owe the land.

"And all the effort in the world
would have gone to waste until,"

Perfection,
This statement made:
I am here
to create and crave.

"The right man in the wrong place
can make all the difference in the world."

All is dust,
I find comfort in that;
Naught but ash,
No constrained path.

"So wake up 'Mister Freeman',
Wake up and smell the ashes."

Life is memory,
And that I crave;
Better not to ponder,
This statement made.

I am the air that embraces the air of you wings
When I sleep at night you bring me dreams

I am the first rays bursting forth on a cloudy day
You are the open ocean's windy white spray

I am the glazen white light from the dust of the moon
You're looking back saying ,"Come catch me real soon .

I am the glisten as light shines through the rain
You are my Magi whose hands heal all my pain

I am the father before there was time
You are the mother as eternity unwinds

They say it is written in stone on the walls
I say it is unwritten that tells to me all

Ge moet maar is proberen
om door een glazen wand
uw hand uit te steken
Of om uw oren te spitsen
en door een betonmolen te horen
waarover de mensen staan kletsen

Als ge wa zit rond te zweven
zonder te leven, in een zeepbel
zonder naald, zonder een stem
dan is er geen mens die erom zal geven
als ge zonder het te merken
heel voorzichtig en langzaamaan
doorzichtig wordt.

De zwaarte enkel te verlichten
door de leegte te inhaleren
in steeds grotere dosis
en steeds gretiger teugen
tot ge begint te geloven
dat het zo wel beter is

En al zout ge beloven
Uzelf te verplichten
uw ogen te openen
Ge zout het vergeten
en zonder het te weten
uw leven voorbij zien flitsen

If a poem was less
If it did not make you bleed
Then the love was untested
Left outside of one's need
If you could not squeeze a syllable
Make it scream in pain or delight
If the words were not nimble and
Danced not across a glazen heart
Shattering all in sight
If not a tear falls from joy
From the cheeks of rain
Then all words are useless
There is no loss to your gain

Ik heb een duidelijke taak gekregen,
gisteren de glazen zitten legen,
verlegen toch in bed gelegen
vanwege de wegen die doorwegen
op mij en mijn zin zit tegen.

Begin dan toch gewoon,
laat al de rest maar vallen,
begin nu eindelijk,
alles is toch tijdelijk.

Ik heb me erachter gezet,
goed opgelet, ik weet het,
't is een leugen, een klucht.
Ik ben dan toch begonnen
al was het met een diepe zucht.

in letters in the shape of a name
or a word
I sense the breaking dawn
of a lachrymose smile
glassy glazen puffy knotted

in an agreement between gods
together, they sing
“to be bright is to be scarred,
and pain is to beauty
as sun is to mars”
both sacred as stars
both beckon beyond the caverns of Golgotha

in my stomach aches turned sour
my mouth burns at the mere thought of speaking
I do not want another year
or month
or week
or day
I do not want forever
I want never
ever
ever
ever
to exist inside this prison
of hearts breaking hearts broken

in my witching hour
with sympathy leading the way,
I collect pieces of the future
and stuff them in my pockets
to save for myself
and nobody else

She started
love to love you baby
In the portal the whole
tunnel of love
The darkness hit her
Not protected by
his harness
Your Highness

She got a taste of his sauce thickness
The recital
She
Only words
No Feelings
Confess-y spinning wheel

((Sabotaged))
Let's make a deal
American or Foreign
flag or the devil
Crossed her
legs
Only herself
Confess to
oneself
2- B Selfish
but he wished
she was his flower,
And.... not just
any flower
uniquely

Flowered text me
something_?
Staggered me
Deathly-friendly
state admire me
true fate to lose me

Powdery*
Pet-cemetery
Scared out of
her wits
Symbolic- fits
Confess-y
Dom
Cheeks@.com
Yahoo glazen
Rose-y
Horizon
Self-righteous
Love hours staged
with flowers hugged

Love is growing
where- V
one can see- A+
Getting closer- L
she shined- E
uniquely- N
as something- T
else two be fanned- I
Confessed only 4 N-  
Never forgotten
Self-wish
me___E-Eternity

Here is the picture version longer
Thanks for being patient
It will be worth the sabotage
Here is the link if it doesn't click try to work it

https://robinraregem.wordpress.com/2018/04/29/self-sabotage-staged/

Kijk, wij zijn wijn-
drinkers, bedorven
stinkers met grote glazen
en kleine hoofden.

Ik zie dubbel
zoveel losers met
een wijndrinkbrevet
op het internet.

Hihi, slimme mensen drinken wijn.
Dan zullen wij, girl, vast wel super slim zijn.