,,A trance ,probing   "
"a dictum //  
intricate,ruby mayb quite& itt comes
A-diction
"  down the rAbbit hole" in time,
a-room built off crystALs&&the orbs

again again again again as
thiss keps coming in  in-blocks/compeletly-A-solatire-

/pristine in,here , itt-wass ,  inn rapture.as it
,is, now,was liked pretty muchh
the behemouth  my mann ,  done  /repeatdly,  
all-corenrs

forr everr it isbent
everytime,everytthing tht i cann remember
a lott off withering / whineingg,
lott off talks just   mi-alone
and this i remmember
"she" is the sheep  she said
, drifting /at angles/only lonely
  all the bigg/pretty pearls
forr manny many more pages to come
she says it polietly
that it  delves deep some place ,here

On a hilltop underneath stars I am;
A thought that keps us all restless I have.
This little thing may I tell?
I scrached my knees, on them I fell…
Down I just sat,
trying to figure all passed, present and yet to be bred.
Everytime I blink my eyes,
the century just passes by.
Voiceless in my throat I feel a shout,
time just gets dried out.
Here in my time and place,
I’m now, only now with this face.
Can we really grasp that?
They all say, seize that moment,
do it when you can,
so you don’t feel like you fell.
But chasing it, I think it’s a pointless thing;
You are not with your current face
if you are moving in a non-existing pace.
Wear it once, just let it be,
wear the rhythm and you’ll see.
There is only right now.
Now is a needle, your hands that hold.
What was and is to come is just the wool;
It will be gone one day, it will fade,
but atleast you will be glad of what you made.
One day your skin gets thick;
And the other, flesheaters are dining on your hip.
On the moment you hold,
you will never get bored and old.
Embrace it, let it flow in,
in, up until your chin.
Get your head up for a while;
In the night there is really something wild.
Dream along a falling star;
Live that dream with every pump of your heart.
You can not seize the moment.
The moment seizes you.

That sudden momet
         When you find the key
          To your writers block
         And poem after poem
          Floods in like a wave
          To your mind
          Begging you to write
          To share every
          Thought with the
          Strangers of the Internet
          As your fingers itch
          Trying to write
           Faster and faster
No matter how tired
Or how late
           You keps writing
           Because you need
           To get every idea
            On that plain white page
           Before the cursed writers block
            Seeps back into your brain.
I'm having one of those
Moments now.

How far is it?
There is dirt on my feet, black and sore
Spreading all over the pages of Lillith
This earth I am traveling from, in agony
I cannot undo myself
The heart keps beating me
There is a minute, a split second, a lifetime  
How far is it?

here, it is a tar pit  the yellowed trees all that eyes  see cherry blossoms through &through cherry blossoms  cherry blossoms through and through and through  cherry blossoms through
   it soothes- -it becomes ..it blooms -it becomes ..it blooms ---it becomes ..it blooms ---recantations  reconsecration
so many many ages ago,  “probabilities man probabilities”
that’s about itt, man, it seems“similarly“,,,,, noww nowwthe drudge  magenta!noww, man-about time
as i knoww itt” well for once “ once  so pretty  ” she-says -cohorts
justt a dayy more we are closer-hippyhippy-hopp
the  best off linens the blue coats the finest frivolities all that  is pristine pristine-here/Jesuits
a sea of happiness in here everything
a well laid dining table a desk to write read eat a tree outside the never ending vanity fair “that  the magic will live  never will die
cause it’s automatic for people”says-Scot  it is really  automatic-now

“ patterns  emerge   as my prime whiter s,man”----tells,Joe
    

cups of tea-  chamomile- tells Jon/ mayb  “as much as you will like to mingle/&dangle-&mingle /double dribble/triple./Onegin //all the  wriggling the  implausible imposing    ,, nibbles ,,all the book keeping
“the classic anecdote” iff i mayy ... we are all  only supercilious  there’s more here to come”----Jim,, retorts tells
“to which i may”,tells jill    a sheep is _, its all gloom and  kingdom comes
   reasons /and acuity/  th more the merrierer   my bliss/slits
/ & the black space everywhere in
   them the/many minds   all the more   \><citadel.come and go touch of gold   see to believe  
             &&&&&
  <    deep blue lakes &blue that  never end their rune and it  returns  a ship on her chest a ship on her chest,on her chest-that i will reach places un dreamt of
\   will   returnn  > there. everyplace tea<>>>>\
   stays afloat,    dispels /beaten /scowls  scary ,tea<>>>>\all-of jiggling/ bouncying   ><weeds out / >minuscules
ripes/renders jesica>>>>jamboree  come face me.
     the grandest / all  the oddities   one magic invention i was missing all this time transgression/ kindda may be timid /  
  my jive / rruby/mouthing a last supper if you will .something akin
   timid all this time
  wt i was endless immeasurable the - wild/beckons/ ribbons and knots
door to door tropic  day/&night; /beckons// ribbons and knots
\i  was i would  on my side Ausual-revival Arendition again  again
and  lifee-like -ride  and whatever moreover all oveer the leftovers
rose swells . fine  our grasslands,you know, stilts frantic Jiving,Jiving Jiving in smoke  -reels/incapabl,,indecicve
one more dayy nd through h moors
are off ,,,, raspberry,Jiving,Jiving Jiving
discontent  / neatt/  mother  fuggazii ,Jiving,Jiving Jiving ,a week goes ayb a month a long intention, itt- sooths./all the more oegin \Gerianne- ,,twitces  .astute, many floors up,pigging cleaning,every quarter
the clouds/massquadre ,this is cat to,, through ,,moved,moved,,moved

, a-blue,, a-temple a bloom,a ,temple a rook a trek a stoop now
Buddha, a simpleton/buddah geriane 16-1-5-1, miniature lamps,,blizzards6-1-5-1,
all that can in a man/rigour all that hula hoop
possibly a merry christmass,, dayys spent ,,,  full
you  are all that is sire a \ all the pleasures off a small room
full off all the kool tools an art decoo sire by now you know it
all thecrystal fairies in blue crystall *****
pretty slick,,,runs ,piping hott ,, undone  &the; buddha, the-rider,, the- boxes,,,layaway the glistering the beaming, all  the book keeping
a philistine, if i mayy impeccable, and  free
glitters all  the hourrs,a\ repliccaa just a beguiling  taste ,\
,sire,,little empty purposely,, masterfully done,,,sire
beefy ,,sire,and, plenty-full surelyy
the nectar bequeaths

projected .mediocre , mister faires in ferries  shimmering  dearest of stories  / wings/reminising _faires
drool  an artt decoo sire,,,a purple tea *** in which we drink our tea,,,mirrors,,, the very best in the pristine
the mannequins,,all the more-buddha,the-rider,, the- boxes,,
,,sire iff only i may all that   hula hoop.dope-slopes -keystrokes -rabbi=ed folks we traversed   alone
among the ******* faires shining.and whineing
tee -hometown alleys too,the innate shufling,  neat //pique
   from,treetops,bellhops,  all  those-pitstops
   chit chats-flips flops flat-crapp
lemonade/the charade the bee all the hives-all
handmade kind of  dreams /transpicuous
**** you would knoow you would knoow-that anyway blinking/ slits . //slithers
leaping/ reaping/ leaving all blue //eyes bulls eye

archic // mine  !all blue //eyes----  eye leaping/ rearing/
leaping/ reaping/leaping/ rearing/leaping/ reaping/leaping/ rearing/

  
and now the mother  a finale-  ( )   grand //tiers ;piping ;deep-dives................
-clean-off beat -best kept thatt  allures us //still gilding  top -down.  infairies   delusions/- 2rapid 2rabid distracted
comes easy free /  -******
a cup of tea/honey -man i know  with it  /// batteries  jazz like   *******
time and time againn pronto sire
wired tried intake-uptake /cup cakes/hatted  /// orbs many many many kinds justt soo many soo many  many
  any takers in no hurry
/Orphic
left /blending/mended melting too which she says enough off all this shenanigans i want //if this is
her



,,A trance ,probing   "
"a dictum //  
intricate,ruby mayb quite& itt comes
A-diction
"  down the rAbbit hole" in time,
a-room built off crystALs&&the orbs

again again again again as
thiss keps coming in  in-blocks/compeletly-A-solatire-

/pristine in,here , itt-wass ,  inn rapture.as it
,is, now,was liked pretty muchh
the behemouth  my mann ,  done  /repeatdly,  
all-corenrs

forr everr it isbent
everytime,everytthing tht i cann remember
a lott off withering / whineingg,
lott off talks just   mi-alone
and this i remmember
"she" is the sheep  she said
, drifting /at angles/only lonely
  all the bigg/pretty pearls
forr manny many more pages to come
she says it polietly
that it  delves deep some place ,here

bargain basement tunes..,
sift right through their applause
my name is right exposed to the notion white
I look to there slight reflection of ther maker believe,
my notion of a parade
Cape Cod is the slightest of hand when to understand...
My sight is to live by faith
Reflection in the way it used to be
Had some fun as a Roman Catholic
burden by their ****** of Chase Avernue
slightest of hand exposed in ther fight
let heer screeam among the even flow
unlerashed freom the supervised
giver cadernce to the pardon plug
onto the most slightest of hand when to underestand
my pulser keps beating...
onward to the faint of harm
here I am left alond in my room

greased thern, slightest of hand,
beyond there fragrant blow
shaped through the window dusted roll
some call me Colton puzzled array
streong weralth in caderncer minus ther inside flow
the outere fig nut tree
caused a mellon breeze,
stregnth in ther mortage