Fantasy for me to you is. (part I)
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Fantasy for me to you
is. (part I)
Greetings,
I am your guide
I have all of your channels
intricately dialed into the main grid work
of webbed time
all membranes.
Communicational skills to you
is what is broadcasted at you
from a pouch of enchantment.
Magic will fill your head
like stars to night
each one a cosmic journey
of enlightenment
and failure.
When you enter these doors
floors will somehow become no more
ceilings will be touchable sky blue endless balloon trips
as if children remained forever tied
to stringing airships clumsily softly bouncing across aboveness
exceeding earlier.
Somehow
somewhere and nowhere
will become fixed to your footprint
and reflection.
You have become away
you have begun everything
and nothing at all.
Lake water
and giant salamanders
each of us want a drink
but who’ll win
for their sandcastle?
When you brightly open your mind’s eye (sooner or later) trees will see you
as you see them.
The scents
are autumn and sun-clover.
This is when laughter
catches my ear
as all vibrations
create cathedral lofts
that reach passed daydreams
and fools.
Sunday, June 13, 2010.
to be continued...
is. (part I)
Greetings,
I am your guide
I have all of your channels
intricately dialed into the main grid work
of webbed time
all membranes.
Communicational skills to you
is what is broadcasted at you
from a pouch of enchantment.
Magic will fill your head
like stars to night
each one a cosmic journey
of enlightenment
and failure.
When you enter these doors
floors will somehow become no more
ceilings will be touchable sky blue endless balloon trips
as if children remained forever tied
to stringing airships clumsily softly bouncing across aboveness
exceeding earlier.
Somehow
somewhere and nowhere
will become fixed to your footprint
and reflection.
You have become away
you have begun everything
and nothing at all.
Lake water
and giant salamanders
each of us want a drink
but who’ll win
for their sandcastle?
When you brightly open your mind’s eye (sooner or later) trees will see you
as you see them.
The scents
are autumn and sun-clover.
This is when laughter
catches my ear
as all vibrations
create cathedral lofts
that reach passed daydreams
and fools.
Sunday, June 13, 2010.
to be continued...
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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