"From Rio de Janeiro in Brazil
To Johannesburg in South Africa
From Bombay in India
To New York in the US"
Souls fight faith
In mortal combat
As endlessly the Bible wars horn
Disposed to Earth from the window of Paradise

Allienless daily ****** battle of true Belief
To conquer and to dominate
Seven Seas and Seven Mountains
Which out of Nature emerged to reality

Souls fight faith
But the surrounding beauty
As the wind from beneath this green planet does blow
Breeze of love
Into my mind
I feel weightless
That the breeze that does blow can travel me
To any soil of any faith to dwell in peace

Do I stand as a Warrior of any Power
In mortal combat?
Calling with pitchless voice to devour
From Four Divisions
To Origin
Where reality from a Star
Brought me to keep my first feet
Breath my first air and say first word.

now hear this! sing this! you constant Cade, you
choral breakneck in a single sum of man,
brackbreaking in the chaos-rinsing rite of ashed religion!—

choke now, for you used me. a tossing stave to ward off sins
of fratting simpletons and their unsyncopated singing.
—all sixteenths through roughshod roads of wrong-be-gone righteousness.

and why? because i vaped some trebled color to the gray.

oh! what is the
madness-misering measure of a middle-aged man
who through the din of dampened doing, of desperate
dancing on two left feet and wrinkled writhe of witlessness in the mid of being been should shuffle off and coil himself into a crimson cross?

you did it why? for friends and for the fissure,
some bald breach of banality beyond the stoic peach—
and for a frosty flame?

what waste of was you were, and still accomplished are;
that god-grappled greed should unhinge your soul's Sophia
and ever the future fraught.

there is not bracker brine than your bishops ex-cathedra,
for all the feast you fête, and friends you turn upon a spit;
you're hungry for a food that's never fed.

poor witless starving pitchless sum; your death is all my make into an angel, as you so quickly from this earth will shred
and songs adduced unto the celebration same.

He grabbed the moon as the stars screamed
They reached out and were tired of the never ending always returning ball of light in the sky. They wanted their nights to just be dark. Pitchless. A night steeped in silence. In darkness. Because that’s what they fed on. The different undertones of grey's swiftly carrying them to the welcoming velvet of black. The kiss of night. Except. There’s always that cursed
thing that rises. The blackness scattering back from it in waves. Receding from a shore that it once used to own. They grimaced. And wished that for once they could grab the moon and vanquish it. They got curious. Finding themselves reaching out before they could really truly do anything about it. They didn’t want to stop. They expected nothing to come of it so when their fingers felt this… Suction feeling. As if the circulation was cut off. And saw how their hand went through something like there was a divide between the land of air and the empty void of space. The home of this pesky pale thing. They froze. For once their façade of stone and cold broke. And they found that a well of curiosity was flooding them. Crumbling through walls that had been parched from a wave of desert heat. They twisted their hand. Trying to make some reason. Some cause for this to happen. But they could find none. And instead of feeling fear about what they were doing. They held the confidence of a honed swordsman. Knowing that they were set in their skill. He grimaced. And smiled. Casually brushing his hand against the face of the moon. He wasn’t startled that he could reach it. Or shocked. The shock came from the voices that filtered in through the gap his hand created. Thousands upon thousands of melodious screams floated through it. But he could never find the source. Which puzzled him to no end. So when the last pure note floated through the gap. He found himself sitting there in silence like what could I do now. “Take that pesky thing and welcome the dark”. Floated through his mind from a rich deep voice. Motivating his hand to do his bidding. As he firmly grabbed the edge of the round pale light source. The screaming resumed. As if the stars were pleading for their king not to be taken. But he didn’t let that stop him. He pulled through. Adding in his other hand until the gap started getting wider. And the space between earth and the voidless kingdom opened. The stars getting louder growing brighter with all of their voices. As if they were notes being played too high. Strings being too taut. But with one final tug. The moon came into his realm. The shadows flooded over it. Securing it to the ground. And spinning around the boy. Bowing to him. Rising up and kissing his shoulders and his hair. Leaving a crown and flowing despair stained cloak of darkness. The stars were still screaming though. At the sight of their precious moon being taken. Taken into an unknown but watched over land. It was wrong. It was so wrong and unnatural. It belonged in the sky. Safe. loved. Cherished.

He grabbed the moon as the stars screamed

In the pre dawn
Theaters prepping
The Backwards Drafted General
By Kevin Mathenia

Business always goes without plans.
When your losing in love.
Grab some ties from The Times of
New York

Out Of Print!!!


Pat the score on the head
And spin down the hall for the rehearsal

Escape!  Europes Collapsing Again!

The hours won't sound, say you?

   You know they want to fly away!

Oh do they fly away often?

   Or is it time for a bite?

Get it out!!!

     Already running late,
Gotta pay for you later ***,
   Chipper up there's lots of room in there isn't there country?
   Nice bonnets fly in and get lost each year in this office



Well alright O.K
All that I am asking

You Win? OK!



Hey!  You got her here!

Get the studio ready, she's on.

I can't get two flights with you


Bring John malkovich on a flat

He's the turn in all the time

Yeah Hi! I’m John malkovich

Great! I'm europa

End Scene 22 minutes run time

I caught Arnie sneaking off to the mid day tribune without letterhead from legal

He's all guns on the tongue can have from the old organized church crimes that raised him

If your around, hearing is free
What a cost you pay Arnie gals


Till we're ready for 'em


Scene II

I can't let it go is great!
   Your on the line
There's no pickup from the country, hear!

Hear it now, kid from countryside takes down big city ambition!

A headline next to movie stars!

Nothing bold about this soldier,
    Did you know ya had it in ya?

“Whataya talking about?”

Your my report I can't read!
Your on to something
Let's see you really get to work
Make it an all nighter
Nothing's getting paid till the jobs on my desk

10-12 mins roll time


Inference and monotone ribbons of bold pause

Finding wisdom hiding outside of the reach of your fight!

No I got it, boil her kettle and keep the payroll to myself!

Mr. Garter’s an editor
    So am I

‘Career Moves’

And I ain't got time to shake your hand


Later…….

We can relax in the wind

       I think this is want of vantage place or something

Sure, they said hear it from here for this?

Well, swelter with it's all that's gonna happen in that pile of steel!

Yeah! And gimme phone call after quit
Before sleep, doing nothing to catch a story that's not a piece of the front!

Hey, the front of town!

Let's start it up tonight and empty the roll on the side door of the warehouse!
Let's run!

Tagged again

Democracy Loss
Business Win

Hour #5


Whispers of rights
Tenant Rights
Beard Trimmers
And shower materials for rooms
Coffee and continental menu

State senate and house of the district as well as governor and white house included in indictment minimums


Strange story yet insightful
“The Meeting”


A Police Commanders First Lady
And a table
Inside an administrative building
The budget circle looms in the center
The toothpick she draws from the castle
Displays a single point
Her grasp of layman, decisive
The wand work towering in stilled hours
A door opens
And fetch is gone


Opposite the guardian paint of attention spans missing presence at the table
A less steamy but hit headed resolution of freedom remains arrogant
A new suggestion of sunlight difference beckons from a newly created hallway into the thriving freedom areas, and off handle and grettle of the Hague rode

7 hours without ink.

7 hours without ink.
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