?wonder if this can happen some more (writing a bit) clouds, dirty grayed over, thick & strange fulla grit & broken pain too much rain
perhaps basements dark corner will release me just sittin here heavy darkness surrounds airless in name tears of the low funk
hungry a mouse begs crumbs perfect would be his bread crust torn to shreds daydreams burst this likeness runs up & tackles then stands (just ouch of reach) all in black
normally bloodshed feels acceptable ?how do you penetrate the length of miserable scales for all i know it could be leathery-wet or stone
sculptures of moonless days slip away masterpieces float about the head there is sun's hiding face revealing
(part II)
?where are my chaos seeds over 1,000 years ago we rowed, drummed & bled nude & blue rolled about in berries, octopus ink & ashes
?what do our stars remember today & yesterday ?which were i
there is no trimming of the beef no fruit trees overhead lush is now a busted up snapping cur bearing mange none are gold zero frankincense myrrh is bullshit rabies has bitten its own tongue flies away ramblings
I've been working seven days a week for nearly a year now. I've come to a new understanding of the word "Submission". family is my motive ignorance is my bliss ache is my warden money is my vacuum Sleep is my joy. still is my recovery and no end is in sight. Tonight there is a "Super moon" in the heavens I'll sit with my wife for a moment, lean into her ear and whisper all will be well.
I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
I've been working seven days a week for nearly a year now. I've come to a new understanding of the word "Submission". family is my motive ignorance is my bliss ache is my warden money is my vacuum Sleep is my joy. still is my recovery and no end is in sight. Tonight there is a "Super moon" in the heavens I'll sit with my wife for a moment, lean into her ear and whisper all will be well.
Well goddamn. This gave me tears for more than a couple of reasons.
We may or may not have been walking somewhat similar roads lately.
Whether or not, it is so nice to see you back here. Always appreciate your energy and words.
May all be well. May the shit of the now be a thing of the past.
like the wolf said. Its nice to come back and see whats been up. thanks for the smile. As for the shit of the now fading to the things of the past....helps me and us get to the point of the future....f'n heads held high. gonna watch rearview tribute PJ this Friday and I'm gonna tear that night a new ass baby! You rock.
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I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
Singular, solitary, and swaddled in grace; ice falls from the sky. Gazing then Heavenward, The rest follow: stinging my eye. Catch them on my tongue, Reminders of when I was young. I used to go and sled, These days, inside instead.
?what will come down here (like usual darkness rude surroundings) underground just beneath passersby's farfetched impressions they laugh, cry, run, dance, fall down & stroll onward without knowing painful smells
it's not sleepy-time yet sunshine caresses autumn's dried carpet that has fallen down crunching alive & well (like it does)
raindrops arrive at nothing where i am gathered curled up underneath roots blast some come into my eye-sockets forcing me apart a nailed thorn bush drags itself across my hope trampled again some more
the sky will open up & close another year cycles around bones from flowers dust of dead winter stars lately mine are mostly cold when talking feet
anesthesia clapping inside excitement under headrest keith richards anesthesiologist he's a evil grinnin son of a bitch with a heart of silver smokin cigs like wild leathery skin his hair goin to town with little charms
but her chimes across the way resound in echo she's on the phone laughin emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily emily
emily hello diane
goin eyes-closed is for assholes & bullshit artists keith is my man essential ask where my pockets go where they live been there probably or will fulla sand & power
just call me "bastard" outside crime sticks like what is (here) what has become my best friend we're shooting craps losing credibility not happenin
grain storage bins rats are scared we aint got all day easy patrolmen brake small cars each one riddled overflowing with clowns they said we talked like this last night throughout this day here
alarm clocks shine like gas stations in slow motion explosions when awoken like confucius's dragon fuck you dr. sack eat this you bloody bastards can't even lift your head proper the entire outfit under your scalpel they aint mine they aint her's
fentanyl dilaudid oxycodone morphine look out intravenous bloody heart make way use your head recognize those railroad crossing stripes at the raceway barrier sounding's alarm screams home in quiet style mama can't save your stupid ass
dr. by the nuts maybe aliens wake thee entire teams where starving wolves are candy asses worms slobber boxing rings remember better than we do skulls are candle holders & soon historically reduced erections have cancerous bladders removed thru their once hard meat
I walked into class that day and sat down, flipped open my notebook to finish up some homework. I could hear them talking by the door. I heard her say you can sit over there.
Then.. I thought what the...?!? the smell of cigarette smoke so strong. I was still looking down at my notebook writing but thinking this guy wreaks, he must smoke as much as my father and she has to sit him over here. I continued writing in my notebook. I started to feel as though someone was staring at me. I looked up, and there he was half turned in his desk looking back at me. I remember his blue eye and the outline of his nose. Then he spoke......
purple sky in the morning the purple I remember when I was a child sir but this time I'm the moon in the branches pulling it through we're like lavender work
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
the winds of change are a natural progression, the fact that we witness these changes are a blessing though they may be challenging or even unnoticed we have been, are and always will be witness to our actions for the world to see.
Can you speak to me of love without worry of its manifestation? When you speak to me of love does the lack of manifestation make you feel...empty? The learning curve of the lack and finding the good in it...the kind sparkle in your eyes if even for a moment lifts the dark shadow from my soul. I will to continue the search to spot it 'cause then I've got it! To give of myself in the doubting times, facing my own sense of ego unappreciated is a paradox...letting go the tether that binds you to me, pure physical desire that must be enough, no mind, no thought to future only hearts entwined, ease of separation and ease of union, being fully present with no ties to future gets harder as I age...like the moment is not worth anything without future possibility...this is the merit and must get to know only to know the now, release of anothers presence, self possesed, present moment glory with no thought of gain. Somehow the two thoughts dont flow for me, tripped up in the knowledge that I can only know, feel, this moment and fear that it will never arise again. Admitting that overwhelming sense that this is the perfect fit for you. Intense intimacy...four hours a month, no mind, no time, no future, no past...just enough to keep the flames of desire fanned...A well...in the meantime I accept and am grateful for the opening up of myself however I amand however you are... gifted to one another...
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"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
"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
clouds, dirty grayed over, thick & strange
fulla grit & broken pain
too much rain
perhaps basements dark corner will release me
just sittin here
heavy darkness surrounds
airless in name
tears of the low funk
hungry
a mouse begs crumbs
perfect would be his bread crust
torn to shreds daydreams burst
this likeness runs up & tackles
then stands (just ouch of reach) all in black
normally bloodshed feels acceptable
?how do you penetrate the length of miserable scales
for all i know it could be leathery-wet or stone
sculptures of moonless days slip away
masterpieces float about the head
there is sun's hiding face
revealing
(part II)
?where are my chaos seeds
over 1,000 years ago
we rowed, drummed & bled
nude & blue
rolled about in berries, octopus ink & ashes
?what do our stars remember
today & yesterday
?which were i
there is no trimming of the beef
no fruit trees overhead
lush is now a busted up snapping cur bearing mange
none are gold
zero frankincense
myrrh is bullshit
rabies has bitten its own tongue
flies away ramblings
"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
Godfather.
I've come to a new understanding of the word "Submission".
family is my motive
ignorance is my bliss
ache is my warden
money is my vacuum
Sleep is my joy.
still is my recovery
and no end is in sight.
Tonight there is a "Super moon" in the heavens
I'll sit with my wife for a moment, lean into her ear and whisper
all will be well.
We may or may not have been walking somewhat similar roads lately.
Whether or not, it is so nice to see you back here. Always appreciate your energy and words.
May all be well. May the shit of the now be a thing of the past.
You rock.
Gazing then Heavenward,
The rest follow: stinging my eye.
Catch them on my tongue,
Reminders of when I was young.
I used to go and sled,
These days, inside instead.
?what will come down here
(like usual darkness
rude surroundings)
underground
just beneath passersby's farfetched impressions
they laugh, cry, run, dance, fall down & stroll onward
without knowing painful smells
it's not sleepy-time yet
sunshine caresses autumn's dried carpet that has fallen down
crunching alive & well (like it does)
raindrops arrive at nothing where i am gathered
curled up underneath roots blast
some come into my eye-sockets forcing me apart
a nailed thorn bush drags itself across my hope
trampled again some more
the sky will open up & close
another year cycles around
bones from flowers
dust of dead winter stars
lately mine are mostly cold when talking feet
"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
here comes another bucket
carrying away the month with time in its teeth
how much fuller at the start than when it's gone
did you stop and smell one rose that I sent?
I sent them in my dreams from all this dirt
I did not cover them
up when they bloomed
when they bloomed
they bled
on the sky far away
blue as waves tossed the distance it takes
which isn't much
keith richards anesthesiologist
he's a evil grinnin son of a bitch with a heart of silver
smokin cigs like wild
leathery skin
his hair goin to town with little charms
but her chimes across the way resound in echo
she's on the phone laughin
emily emily emily emily emily emily
emily emily emily emily emily emily
emily emily emily emily emily emily
emily
hello diane
goin eyes-closed is for assholes & bullshit artists
keith is my man
essential
ask where my pockets go
where they live
been there probably
or will
fulla sand & power
just call me "bastard"
outside crime sticks like what is (here)
what has become my best friend
we're shooting craps
losing credibility not happenin
grain storage bins
rats are scared
we aint got all day
easy patrolmen brake
small cars each one riddled
overflowing with clowns
they said we talked like this last night throughout this day here
alarm clocks shine like gas stations in slow motion explosions when awoken like confucius's dragon
fuck you dr. sack
eat this you bloody bastards
can't even lift your head proper
the entire outfit under your scalpel
they aint mine
they aint her's
fentanyl
dilaudid
oxycodone
morphine
look out intravenous bloody heart
make way use your head
recognize those railroad crossing stripes at the raceway barrier
sounding's alarm screams home in quiet style
mama can't save your stupid ass
dr. by the nuts
maybe aliens wake thee
entire teams
where starving wolves are candy asses
worms slobber
boxing rings remember better than we do
skulls are candle holders
& soon historically reduced erections have cancerous bladders removed thru their once hard meat
strapped down
you're goin on boy
"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
I walked into class that day and sat down, flipped open my notebook to finish up some homework. I could hear them talking by the door.
I heard her say you can sit over there.
Then.. I thought what the...?!? the smell of cigarette smoke so strong. I was still looking down at my notebook writing but thinking this guy wreaks, he must smoke as much as my father and she has to sit him over here.
I continued writing in my notebook. I started to feel as though someone was staring at me. I looked up, and there he was half turned in his desk looking back at me. I remember his blue eye and the outline of his nose. Then he spoke......
I love the smell of cigarrette smoke.....
"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
Miss take indeed
Miss take a knee
Please Miss,
Take me.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
but this time I'm the moon in the branches
pulling it through
we're like lavender work
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
i allude to it when I'm not speaking
I don't hear it when it is falling, I feel it.
and I don't that either
making a wall of its floor
is there anywhere else that I would rather be?
why, with you of course
by a fire
as crackling
boots & scarves
there's snowflakes in my ears
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
or even unnoticed we have been, are and always will be witness to our actions for the world to see.