redefine

I made it up from brown water and the world wants to unfilter it.
What is done is done.
I am sure that surety has past by.
rapid feet from this point?
lack of trust in this quicksand?
No I trust it all to much! ;)
great progress made and training only steps away.

time to unravel.

thick

thick with false hood
I craved the corn syrup
It's that old story of sugar and shadow
It is more than a city
it is not random partings


It is melody of structure
a whisper to lean on
this knowing the distance
flakes kept at it
Providence is upside down because I'm backwards
there is no matching up along the way
it is a singular path
and joyfully so

come along is my new cry
you can bring your bike
don't cut the corner
think for yourself

Ive begun to drift, but the route is quite clear.
In the morning I'll wake up and make a salad.

Wake up

Draga, open your eyes.
The sky's the limit.
I'm chained and weighed down.
Slow to start and the timing is approaching.
Unmatching bringing in a second half to a sequel in four parts.

The missing part is that the math runs deep. I am steeply inclined to find patterns in the sand.
I must stand out in old ways.
This completes the circle.
The unknown, winding down.
Finding ground.
Cleaning the floor...
for future use.

Falling slowly

Past the third, I have.
I see the run and have no power.
High drama and over pressured, my wings
Whimper.
Flu like symptoms for the almost never.
Bay all pay, I run the risk.
(And thank you for caring)

Highest numbers with less than news

What will be at break of day is a whole new wait
To state a fact
My accounts been hacked.

lies of the ruiner

I do not create
I am not the man to make things from nothing
you think me magic but I am the ruiner

I do not create
I depend on the waste of others
you expect miracles from my dirty hands

I do not create
I fall short of every goal no matter how close
you praise and beg with eyes, out weighing my feet.

I do not create
I run from all my self assumed pressures
you unendingly seek to smile from my closeness

I do not create
                        (because I can't)
I ruin beautifully
                        (because I can)
you show me the mirror
                         (and the source of these words)




You create
You are faithful in all things






I am made in your image

Mew

Over and again a clean line of falling wreckage. Run out of pencil lead as I give it with out intention.

Zip slip make to wonder the length of her foot steps. Can the chop of hand held make for worth while spoilage.

Heavy lengths fight for my eyesight. Slant to much.

I could see

The banners undone. Tattered with picture perfect searching my face for signs. A little pink runs across the street. Well beaten path of the flat and wide. I'm in for the narrow rock ridden route.

Makes for stronger toes. My woes melt in the heat of love.
And I'm sweating.

Once more

Once more up the hill.
Undone that which could have been.
So much over done as to be joyous!
Rolling along now as dry cleaned seats test positive.


It's the third by the way. It's the third. ;)

How can we can?

שוב ושוב
Little gaps of time all wrap up into a place that I can see works out.
What I do not see is much greater and the pause is laced with weight. What times I see that bring back better results, I relish in.
They're rare.
She's fair and we scare at her fare.
תתעורר!
Blocks for children is one thing and the next is all but over. Unveil the reveal. Stay in one place long enough to blur the sediment away. And fetch joy into focus with force.
I have no why's but I can slow enough to brake the bank, bringing the result of windfall.
And for your attention , I thank thee.

Hair cut

Sure thing, I'll have a fantastic day! :D I Love when the blur dies down and clarity

runs

rampant
;)

Head covering

As expected, delays occur.
Delays in the things we want, need, or expect.
Yet there is a turn around. There is a day that comes with a promise fulfilled.
Externally dirty from over exposure, but the remedy is here. It's been prepared and waiting to arrive on this day.

What a day

Party last night in J-town. This morning off to TA and a whole day of party! So happy to be able to mobile post here now. I can spend the night here with out missing a post!!!

Yay

There, "did" my taxes!





Can you stay extension? ;)

Oops

I haven't done my taxes yet...

New found

Time to prep
No task yet
where oh where has the option gone?
Tack and reform. Bonds to strong so we gather critical mass. And the next challenge is to thaw the ice cube
Without it breaking
Ultra thin and protected from proper shift
Yellow pants is the ploy
Can the milk be soured?
I think not.
And neither should you...

And another test

To come with corners is trickery.
Subterfuge to walk around.
I've found it sticks to my shoes (with abundance!)
I lose as they point and pull in plural.
Squirrel speed in assertion, I'm left drawn and quarter.
'Tis shorter to be round at the on set. I've bet all my eggs on one basket, that I can't hack it.
I'm quite sure I will falter. So sink this brick,

back in the water.

Typing

It is so much harder on my phone but that is the best time for me to post here and I am going to be doing one of those really long without pause types of posts so feel free to skip this one unless you want to gain some real insight into the me you have yet to meet

Fleet foxes makes me think of the curl at the of...wait how is it that anyone reading this has a me yet to meet? Or the other way around. I have to birthday wish my loved one and I am so hugless right now that this banjo makes me cry with fellow sons. And there is the bomb...o Draga! Only this slight tip of my head and I'm retching with oceans held at bay. All these helpful holds but not one of them lets go so the burst is eminent.
That case having unexpectedly arrived it is the tool under the seem in that hidden pocket that could save the day. If only he would give access. What have I done to push out with such strength. I want to own it all, I'm so greedy.

Fingers split for the earphone jack as I tip tap on the protective covering that helps me save my screen. I have made a ploy to stop asking questions and bull forward with these small internal moments. This week we see that my talent for unwrapping has put time and distance in the way. Though it has nothing to do with this week, or my talent, or the time, or the distance. The way is blocked. As much as there is a way, it is blocked.
Dirt balls in my pocket? Contradictions are the

And training takes over and I must go with it and I'm so sorry to leave you all behind, but the time has come and all this is English second now. I think I will use in google translate disposable. Funny very.

בקר טוב

קיבלתי 77! שמעתי שזה מספר טוב!

Running

Sound!!!
It's like I'm learning to paint. Broad strokes and not rinsing the brushes. And with a renewed newness in purpose.

Every turn in the page like over running a field...I mean a field overrun with those pretty red splotches

איזה כף!!!

New app

I'm learning how this works with the new phone...and I'm marching in to hit the curve and blow it out of per portion!
Style wise ill miss the spacing.

I lost my pad

A true loss

so it is

a matter of trying
to go further
set free by potato chips

smashed and bent funny
feet smell over worked
over worked feet smell
the under hand is a wrapper crinkle
door mumbles are a norm
survivable
though the other finds quite a hardship for raw nerves
I see little to no understanding, but I am also not looking hard.


a do-si-do mid street...
I could write a book about her...

a day

to be given the all clear at long last
this time to date has been far from fast
and the hang nails and blistered heals made for this day to come.

I tell the world there is weight to what goes unsaid.
Spekulate till the cows come home
but make sure the cows are not counted on for food
because they may not march to the death.

soundtrack becoming erratic and archaic in nature.
reruns eat ont the wooden nature of structured progress.

I've cut out the feet of this distance...
Speaking of distance I am so glad to have been gifted with it!
What a time and place to be!
What buildings to see!

rugslip and run into the place to be, but that is the nature of why...
keeping my eye on the notion to find the right shoe lace.

it all fits together with this blue scarf and Miss Uplate can rest that I've no offense to weigh.