take and taker

one and the same with two sides that each have two sides.
I write in-between the pauses and the break neck speeds keep out the lead
or the ink
that defensive substance that keeps us confused because it is found between

the space between…there is something there
                                                                         in the space between

as before I knew of the hidden nature and how my invasion had pushed boundaries.
yet I now see how it is ground that needed tilling, and I'm Edward Scissor Hands.

wrap this up, because time is leaking faster than it is pouring in…





and its pouring in like never before.

swiff

trap door and unwritten
have to run down the bone and its unnatural.
falling down to reform the new
feed that new
        that need for the new
change no matter what the alter
no matter what was on the alter
no matter what is altered on the alter

It's hitting

Now and hardly.

There are steps down from where your intention lands, but we manage.  We journey together as upwards as we can.

There is no failing in this case.  And I am free because of it!

His will hit harder but what I don't know is the resulting ripples running from the center. May hap's the works are well oiled for such hard work.

There is a clearing up ahead and each one shall be happy of the outcome!  This is said with a greater strength than all others today.  Many thanks to the set up crew and a winky face.  And now is wings! 

At last!!

AT LONG LAST!!!

Yup

Yes.

It is true that I know what you are thinking, yet I can not explain to you how it is that this works.  As if your face broadcast everything with tiny muscle movements.  I wish I could explain it, but in the end...we don't even speak the same language. This is not a test for you, so keep flying. Do not land thinking this place is ready made.  We are under construction

                Lots of construction.

And it is I that must thank you.  While I showed you safety and your own future, what I gained was the magical tonal quality of your musical laughter.

Be diligent

far off du nu nu nu nu nu nu nu

Was this thunder long over do?

caged over and slick fit for loud typing
but what is it that lies underneath that makes me think I'm hearing….the far off

rumble and hiss that swats away a serious amount of milk.
the suit is not worth saving, just take out your new found fancy
this running trip will turn out a journey worth failing for.
the end is further off than you think so just get out of bed.
and make it sooner.  the other side is closer that you want.

crispy takers or, is it talkers

The fire burned hire and so we have form of the substance that makes me tiered.
This makes me want to wink at the idea because the whispers from the back seat drown out the fact the meanies.  The cup of tea and Barbara.

Thank you so much though ping and pang ripples sound waves in my already echoing head
I'm so full the waste is oozing out of my shoe laces…

Stop it.
              I said STOP.  IT.
I can hear what you are trying to do and you are wrong and so far off page because what I said was true and what was written is the most truth but that is what is under cats paws and these ones and zerbos are of other dimensions that leak

please ask
please believe the wrong thing to be just that.
please know that i already know so much that i need you to tell me with your own words.
I heard facts from other peoples spare words, they have such little control.

i might make a dollar…
come on find targets that matter and land one chimo pill or carbon monoxide tube
and the piano sounds like rain drops not to mention the way the vocal sounds warble.
Its like wind through the best conductor.

I crave these candies to sleep and I've done this all with purpose

thats some sub-level stuff right there...

Thief once again

the sound of "jets emitting faint error round sound over Northbrook"
with a pig latin type twist. I'm fog fitting

(and the bass cuts out to see gritty norms)

Holy is outside wrapping to get in and i…
c'var bishul…
This swirl of undoing, staying SO stagnant.
reroll the income.  our out flow can be out weighed.

love?

What does it mean to love? Am I doing it wrong?  Is it supposed to hurt this way?  I am at a very low grade of commitment here also, so what happens when the stakes change?  As boxes fill in, am I really packed into this corner? are there answers? am I left only to question?  Will it help if I force a switch to the declarative?  And is that even possible?



I'm trying to scrape out the deep decay that rooted its way down deep, but maybe i should give the scalpel to the surgeon?  Has the anesthesia limited my range of motion?

Embark

And we embark on a down hill we did not for see.  This trickle down fits out  and filters up into a bloom filled with colors that we don't even know are a part of us.

Taste eating

Thorn sided and I know not by what time it is that we should run out into the freedom promised...

And part of defense is knowing the truth of the attack...

(And then there is the broken computer how the screen had two levels that showed things both different and the same.)

Be still and know!!!

I'm wrapped in the potential of what has been written and 

so glad

I'm so glad that you are here even though I am not so sure that I am here in a way that will lend toward you being here in a full way to seeing the place being that place that you see the thing that you want being the thing that you really want which is not just being here but being here because it is where you should be for your sake not for the sake of another namely the kind of other that is significant in a way that might mean more than more as in can I please have some and am i really going to go out and eat all this drove milk mixed with sugar and how is it that the letter x need not be doubled in a place where many others would need such an action she does not see me clearly and this does not help or figure in well for the sense of peace i was aiming at Sunt trist Sunt inca trist dar bine draga sora  and I say all that with the least strength of purity because i want it to be messy and have the dirt stick to it all so that we can make a more staunch clean up these tiny red squiggles are out standing and perfectly what I wanted Wait i start at 4 tomorrow then again at 6 and after 8 i'm off because I won't need to be helping in other areas until the next day at 3 though i will be burdened all day for the following few days outcome oh my ends this looks like an end that bleeds slowly and i am so ready for what is coming can we please get past it because i just want to have my fake kind of re-enactment of the family gathering and what fun it will be to round out the top with good form

thank you

not north

december came two months early this year and brought with it all the down side.  no retell value, so loss fills out the under pass.  sweet is weaker and rotting.  calls bounce from tower to tower.  silenced voices shatter in one half, and we are deaf to hear in the other.  deep combinations lock out and cast shadow…

Behind

A four more nth delay and Sunt încă trist 

But now I'm behind enemy lines and there is little time to invest.  Falling down a hill in the most controlled of manners.  Its very exciting and draining. And

And

myst

I lace up whats been dormant for so long
and this keeps playing over and over.
Rollerskates and south of Scotland.

those perfect green shapes, pit stains, you're to loud.
glass on glass and live tweeting.
Its time for a 24 hour event out of place.
(Where is my bedroom window?)

calm is the norm.  As is the help.
your brick wall adds ab

browning grows greener.
over the course, I'm sure.
pale blue cracks open into dark and depthy.

and I am on a crash course to piano
trist hits hard in the wrong place                                        and more than once.

quite the escape artist this eve-ning
its such the rhythm and push of what has been.
i'm just packing up myself for the time when we loosely unfurl.
its to be read in bing sounds and live.  SO Alive!!!

So

Pieces are falling off.  I have to go back and forth between us.

The fact that you have no idea what. The only way you want to go back to sleep now. I'm so tired. I'm so tired but can't be. The start out is running around the fall-out. Want is the down fall.  Now it seems random placement 

Ir. mop 

Jump

But it is a cycle

The lip was falsely projected. Th wall was concretely ever present.

We are half and half.

False False

False waltz

The tripping curb ravels the ribbon in a fassion unseen...

With knots and regions unseen and secretly hidden.

I see you over in the corner, running in place. I'd hint at turning, but you'll floor it.  

I'm sorry sorry

For this double double.

But you've reached an end end

And it's time you wake up into reality.

all for all

And as the day rolled out and out of place, the things that were right
rolled right into place.  timing was fantastic to a T
outrageous fault placed on spot so power washing
rushes down the flow of free
and lost in the storm of mythic size
we dry our eyes for your ending Time Lady

unstring that loop and I'll butterfly for quick cook time.

Your endend dear friend friend
finds me swathing down.  and As open As ever

its crazy, but yes, it's what it is
footless and noseless at her own device,
I await that great miracle
and laugh as hysterical pain pours passed.

A win

A win

A win from such loss

SUCH loss

Rumored to have been told.

It was told over and over in telephone style.

The truth never looked at or heard, was buried under layers and layers of silt.  Secrets so open in front but unspoken, that only confusion pours forth.  Suffering under cakes of wrong no-ing, this sad story is at an endend.

Though it's unclear what that means for the real end for a future.  

In truth I see in my own path.  I saw yours but only in parts and that was in fact your downfall. 

I trust and this is a thing that brings us into an acceptable awareness.  

See you next week ;)))

Heavy

I am safe. 

For the time being, I am safe. 

It is Shabbat and I am preparing to go to bed early.  And this is the time my phone...it begins to inform me of the danger that is still miles away from me.  Dozens of miles away.  Usually dozens of miles away...

At this time it is still distant and I am safe, but I have begun to notice that there is more than one kind of danger.  While the rockets are not coming close to me, they have begun to have a profound effct upon me.  My spirit grows heavy with every azaka.

I grow weary.  

So many alarms on this Shabbat.

I am thankful for what peace there is here in Jerusalem, but it grows thinner with every chance they have to hurl their hate toward us.  I do not have to run from the rockets, but many of my people do.  I am not one that can stay indifferent indefinitely.  This second danger is weariness. I have been praying as is my custom, but I also must add to this regiment of prayer something else to resist the draw on my spirit.  Resist 

This is something I can be quite good at. 

scheme

I can't and I won't

those were your words …
and how dare you say such things!

What you have done is all that you can, but.
So rest awhile in your new home.
Please stay there longer than what was.
My function is to grow under, to hide the work.

I am to solitary and want what peace is free
to spread and multiply past your thoughts of reality.
If I am important, you'll need to tell me.  I forget.

Un moving

to cripple my own right

shot foot and no nose face
I crawl with out defense.  I am tummy up and foolish.
Shall I consider a real working of?
Shall we fit into a reworking of?

un hinged
strung
and songs not yet played.

I'm not in the place i need to be
I have not been in the place I needed to be

the air is muddied and my eyes are not clear
know this:
holiness is central and must be chosen

A string, wrapped into a ball, comes un done.
relax
This ball straitens down the stares
because the stars are out of play at this time.

I need renewal.
I need failure.
I need to be myself and silly.

please help in the place you can

its time

Its time to stop and pause,  Are they the same thing?
I think not, so then wet water runs down the vine.

and then 6 wings

relisten, play with it over and over in order to find the order and placing.

we wait we wait we wait

minutes to turn and round out the final engine push.
the corner is still there, and will be
for a long time.
I'll start reading now…and enjoying
sauced until its right ;)

dried

Up and out I think I knew what it was that tis pen was for.
I've grown out of tiny seeds to see these things, but this clarity cost is to high.  SO BREAK ME!!! It runs out this pace and place, but one for two and exchange for every other.  water flows but I'm an end point.

I'm trying not to be. I want to help those that drip out these leaks. repair these sides opposing in selfishness only.  though the dry part is very much there, it is not my destiny.

Have i spoken out of both sides? she cut out from my under…"I am far more dangerous than you thought."  She is poor and uninvested.  This brings the garden out of reach and myself even further.  Am I in the right process? are we finding the needed amount of new things?
G.K. had it right when he spoke about cell phones.  Carl was a far off while a car brought him further and further away.

I am out of touch and winking out from the wings because as time marches, I find the slope up ramps with out kindness.  there is no care for my personhood, nor should there be.  Every repeat sees the wheel hit another stump and influence perpetuates.  is this to be reread and seen.  I am so sorry to have failed you…it is true that these splotches are always communicable and therefor we are all guilty.

…drifting…...

child

You tore it from me, like fruit not yet ripe, and I'm sure you are sick from it.
Why so impatient? How do you drive such skill?
this splinter killing all that could be.  I pray for the best
you are waging war with your self. Draga sora, how many times?
my track record should speak
but you turn your deaf ear…

I am hollowed out with assurance and a birth room speech.
I, too, am child like and petty.

please open your time clock...the rest of the way.
i standing here, but soon sitting will drive my legs past your plot.
I am not in control and you should know that you are not either.
we both melt at different speeds

I just want you to ask
                        to know that you don't know.

You said

You said I don't want to explain

You said I know you know how to talk

You said do you want to...

You said you were in my dream

You said how do you know 

You said Passover!?!?

You said 

the taste of Bananas without water

After years of an abundance of water

I'm reminded of the past.

I dried some bananas 

and its taste...

Bananas without water taste like thousands of miles of friendship

I have four trays and always stocking up for the next road trip. 

Cherries without water sound like wisdom while pineapples

when they are without water…they feel like raisins…but SO much better

Blueberries without water are alone, but never lonely

and strawberries

strawberries without water are beyond me for the time being.

Mangos without water smell of freedom but this taste

the taste of bananas without water

thousands and thousands of the best miles 

                                                                                of the best friendships

what you must

You are going to have to start calling me music if you keep noticing my shoes.

Then pants you added and this takes a spin around the turn.

you are captured by a self made confinement, I aim to set you free.
I'm sorry at my faulty target acquisition abilities.
words are a payload of greater impact.

you are going to have to set a time clock if you keep unjusting around me.

Then you add honesty to mix out the confusion and freezer burn.

I trapped myself inside the wall to keep safe the shortness of breath.
it is time to unravel my own yarn and reaffirm.
I'll work on this path, but alone for now.

You are going...

bricks and bigger

to be hit with such at a time off balance.
My trusty run switch flips but my age makes it function slowly.

So, what to do?  be caught up in a thing that stretches from one to the other.
there is no leash letting in this case and so wit bears no fruit. but if
fruit is the end point, then we can roll out with joy as fruit is bounding down.
I can hear the pre-echo from with in the pipeline.  It brings such joy to eat the right food.

you must not see what it is and this is fine…
i'm likely to do with out for a while

the new Jack Benny

Red foam nose and/or money…I've come to a place of avoidance.
money at arms length, it can't come closer

please stop stinging me.
I'll swat and I have no desire to give in to violence
so I avoid?
this seems the hardest plan to date
its a cross roads where needs must pour forth...and in
at the same time
shoulders mount with tension and wage war with the rest

weary back hitting wave after wave
pulling out when truth sours
I've polluted the waters...

this time was better

it was better in my head.
it was better when the shoes fell like dice.
it was better at the end, because the start was far too torrent.
it was better when you stopped running…your brain caught up.
it was better when I changed from one place to the next.
                                                and one foot to the next.
it was better when she came stringless with power, it freed you up.
it was better to be freed by your sister, as I was cuffed from solutions.
it was better when you saw it was over and looked at me with his eyes.
it was better to be seen than thought wrong of.
it was better when we rolled down the hill laughing in the grass...



and awoke
in separate beds
on separate continents
by separate loves



of singular vision.

Whoops

I have really lost keyvoon kahn...wait, po.

I could see in her eyes how I had lied to you.

and I am sorry.

I'll do my best to re-write this ship

tu nu intelegi

clever key finder, but its the wrong lock…
and switch
I melt with heated anger because of the elevation.

Weeping as i map out the turns and the silences, the weighty silences!
dragging me down because I'm slow enough to latch onto.
I'm sorry for what I've done to you.
It was a miss use of your time and deduction skills
you were so close to the truth as to prevent it all and yet drove in circles

let me free from your cuffs of misconception…
my demand only grows in strength and this pending ending must not
that is, needs must find smooth transition to bring joy.  my primary export.

this sound track clips at the wings and we find the lower levels have less wind
until the bottom rush flips everything upon the ear…what way could this end?

weak and withered…i'll be alone.

with only one string

it will be best to wrap up in it

the write it
(fight it! whispers from fists that know whats coming
and thanks be to those skills that remember as the brain pauses in over load.
the end is)

hand forcing

I wish I could trust you, for her sake.
I could tell you of the kiss I gave
and then received in return…
but you would weaponize the truth into fact.

It was a sweet goodbye
             (the glitter persistently holds a place
though shifted from lip to skin)
like the perfect dominoes, it keeps falling into place.

i'm rounding out of this, don't give me those sunglasses.
you don't seem to see that we will need your hair in the end.
I'm sorry for what I have done to you.
Maybe i sharpen your knife while complaining that you have one.

Please, for her sake, just let this go.  I have no hands to be hurt,
no sleeve for my heart, so you can be sure its safely caged…in bone.

there will be a time that wrings turn gold, but for now I keep the towel wet


with shower water.

Ran

And I ran because I could not remember

It was written right there beside me.

I ate in a manor that finds a smooth corner

I slept in a manor that let's the air out.  

Two wheels running in cycle

And a sequence eroding ground

Terra-firma..."that is not"

The street oozing down the drain with flowing rain.

Let's be cautious about the maneuvering thrusters.

The end surface in approaching rapidly

wingspan

breaking out of wet laundry baskets.
its putting two things together that don't belong.
its running the field and making muffins from spare parts.
paper lanterns glow in my head and the back hand is face front.
the glow shrinks.
the shrink glows brighter in concentration and I
I'm constantly sure of the glory of love
out strips, out shines, out does all others.
i'm circled out of time to the looping side bubble.

Make me whole.  Make me parts of the whole…
you'll be shocked to feel the draw down.
be sure to square the drain, it's more angular.

-it-note

 to boil it down to the frame of a post-it
words are the strongest force man has, and they are weak to speak of this
the torc tears open everything sans serif

you can not have what you request
for once, I deny you what you seek.
I will not assist you in segmenting the deep.

I'd live a full life flat, but this.
I'd dig out ditches, but this.
I'd fall from and to far, but this.

my keen eye sees micro fractures as that approaches…
My heart longs for that to be made clear.
For both of there sakes, not just his.

and you…you want all of Shakespeare

on a post-it

counting back from angry

Do you care for their hearts?
then shut your mouths!

more than once, in fact many a time,
Conjecture kills.  As if in your excitement over seeing a seed sprout, you then trample said sapling.
you never even get the chance to see what type it was!!!

Why I must spend so much energy dialing back from violence...

שביל ירוק

זה כמו מלכמה, ואני רוצה שינוי.  אני רעב לשנות...אבל חלמתי על שביל ירוק.  לא הבנתי בדיוק מה זאת אומרת.  חלק ברור...זה חשוב להמשיך.  אך מה המשמעות של שביל ירוק.

Floating window

It's like there is this portal that allows me to see what could be.  Some times it is small and far away, others it is very large and hovering beside me.  It won't go away and keeps showing me potential.  But it began to contradict the truths I must be ruled by in this life. 

I am lost in the place of two feet in real life, and my vision in another.  I've began to stumble over real things.  The dreams must have been false? Where they had merit and blessing, were they not becoming something else?

In need of gps. In need.  Kicking up dust and mud

Clouding out static and distraction

Fogging up the mirror

Finger smudges make cute pictures 

But a weakened reflection of what is to be

the ocean

and the frames had sand
so smooth
and dread is drawn by the undertow

So bliss stayed with me and i rolled from sleep
this was a one snack week
glad for it.
well seen the chances
and edits prevail.

healing and weakend traits
I mean, yes, I was just lied at…but

I'm free
      free to sleep or not.  So with outvitations
given i'm pleased to know the past and its opposite.
confirming more static to come, but joy in the end

the glorious long haired end ;-)

thank you for coming?!

i'm growing defensive.
step away from me because...

I have my own path,
and i'm sorry to be selfish
but, you can't share.

My service is my gift to give
and you are not on the list.
Please take note of those around my campfire.
it is for their warmth.
You benefit in light, but this I can not help.

Shiny and focal, eyes draw to the side
missing their mark.
And I stand in stark opposition
to your position and placement.

Divest your intent.
you'll make more impact
with your awaiting weeds.

This is this

I'm making an effort to pull out the knots.  This blockage clogs more than a free flow.   So I have maybe three strands

The betrayal 

The unclear

The thing I want to be a lie

Exhaustion and thin layers lend to grabby threads

(Significant progress in mere minutes)

Salt is falling from the skies

You don't see it, but can you feel it?

Solids pounding out a rhythm of distress.

Your distress. You can be done with it

I beg of you to be done with it!

Open hands and feet, not arms and legs.

Joy comes in the morning and even in the mourning

If you let it...please let it.

You will be healed

And the day will amplify, so you must have supply to warrant such return on investment

Keep eyes dear one

And give them back

Like a cake with much money made into sugar,

Water melts into almost anything.

 

one more minute

I lied
I lied to you
and there is no ink to cover me up.

I reject it...to remain
peal off this outside.
rind out the pit
double tap out of stammer

and here we go,
rolling down hill to the valley below
unusual, maybe.
undiscovered, always.

Butterf-lie

You lied

You lied to me

And in a way of external beauty

You covered your lie in ink.

I ache at your pain, because it winds down your willingness.

This fight on the way is more than just play swords and light tricks.

And you have my hidden truth to plaster across a breaking wall.

What is better, a wall with no truth, or no wall and no reason to publish?

The writen word is far more flexible than what they thought before they started telling me I could do some thing with this and now they can't figure out what it is that needs to be done with all these tiny bits and pieces:

Bits are left...

To gather and grow into one masive

addition

of issue
rounder as gravity would have it
and the top is drop like.

so rolling down hill finds me with less
but two hands full
and set apart
I think I'll cry.
I think I need to.
I think I aught to.

sailing away into clouds…
fog is the answer.
returns with pictured.
I've kept it separate.

the bottle moved and i fill it with waiting




if only you could help me,
we'd fill it faster.

Green painted town

I do t think of myself as a dishonest person

but I have been lying.

In order to get deeper, into the lower parts, I stretch.

It is this action that ties me up.

I am currently at a loss for blueberry pie.

The opposite of which would be misread.

There is a deep lack of trust with my inside left hand pocket.

What does it contain? 

Red foam nose?

Apple slices?

Presents from Ukrain?

I don't use that coat all the time.  I guess I can wait for more answers...

showmairet

I was to guarded to see you were unsafe.
and it is all years to deep
malformed, twisted and hard shelled.

laughter from all the wrong places…
you are scarred from my scarring?
is this the world to come?
why am I running this way?
what am I running from?

I crave a kind of stillness that reaches around
and kills the sound eeping out from inside

I'm sorry for your sacrifice.
I'm sorry smooth is not near by.
I'm sorry, so sorry for strange dreams…

you'll make it, dear one
you'll make it with out me.
though we'll be in the same corner...
smiling and in contact

Mispar

And the long line makes me think that I should have gone another way. Wrong place? Wrong time? 

Yes and No on all counts! 

It is looking that makes it so

And making that makes it not.

Reframe the argument and cut out the bitter.

Bring better back in a fitted cut.

Shop for snug and then grow out of it.

It the only way to maintain the outline.

Sap ripped for trees to stick to unknown.

And I've found repetitions erode my enamel

I'm unpolished. I'm slickly. I absorb and carry with

and now I'm next...

because it takes 19

And to play this round with what cards I have

I have only to go down in blaze of blazeness.

the snap and crackle of what dreams may come.

a repeated motif "of juicy SWEET"

running aground and then around and around

I have found that there is only one less thing

the snow ball as it melts

           Makes time for the right course to play out…in good fun.

and I am stunned by the waste of will to these point

(yes, i made CHKN dishes)

because the cold inside keeps me alive

I've left you all outside in the warm.

Forgive me dear shaped one.  You are my brother 

but from a distance of reach only you can control

(please control it.  In that it would be nice to go together

down this path as we can.  as only we can do so at this time in this way.

please reach your conclusion so I can count on you being there)

apple sauce

Dreams are dangerous
and while hope can hurt,
she can be the answer as well.

It becomes a topic of slopes and curling
broom sweeps to remove dust.

(Dust being a thing to be feared.
It sparked knee jerk and neared shame.)

And I'd replace dust with cinnamon!
water ways with sticks is a singular selection.
taking full fruit and finding…question in place of dimple.
some sour types have bumps while others indent.

with The Kiddo calling for a future
I'm tempted to give in to fear.
but here, I'm unseen in all the right ways.
I'm filleted out for the plan…I keep marching
with a smile, cause the enemy thinks I'm dangerous.

A red foam nose.

I'm over extended hear...

Foundational bricks kicking out to be beaten into place!?

Hiding in plain sight. The smoothing out of an under tow

To powerful to fight. 

Salt and light poor in. 

I am without and needed

I am destitute! Come save me oh G-D!

I am unworthy, but you LOVE me! I don't see how, 

But you fill me to over flowing!

like the moon

Like the moon has had its turn
so now do I grow weary of these dream.
short of length and diameter perfect for cutting.

but its forbidden
while bitter seems to dominate the only way out is to fully push in.
and my shoulder hurts from pushing, so i run amuck of grand plans.
I'll sleep standing or something like that.

tucking into corner
i nest. and hopefully to that which is new.

I see you stew in the corner and think of what can be
but you don't see the layers are folded
yes, I am clear, but I still distort with glasses width.
'Tis not with desire that I convulse at every turn.
In fact I yearn for peace, but not just my own.
so CHKN that! Draga, sora.

pairings

tasted bitterness as the returning dignitaries rebuffed my theory of care for local health.
I thought I could be done with milk man duties.
I am done, but not in the best way

running outside the fences
and digging holes that aught be filled,
I'm making future trouble, but mostly for me?
not really needed? I've seeded tracks of land.
Irrigation and blue prints and all for the wrong crop!?

STOP

I know nothing and simply have faith of what dreams may.
Stay here for now in no motion...

"taste and see that the L-rd is good."

behold the descending...

Look! What comes down..
foot ways

I come to set this strait and stop the false.
accusations of running out.
They are not fitting and much is true in the opposite spacing.
So why are there these parts running out? what is it that finds traction?

I'll seek all and the best for your joy, you need only ask.
and I thank you for not asking, because I know also that you don't want.
to bring what one does not want is wasteful.
I am unsatisfied with waste.

tasting light green and red
with thick skin and tap cleaned.
I  am ready for my lack of chair to be pulled out.
Or would I be more fluted to find a seat there all along?

pressure

 a heavy and heated knife with much pressure
the fillet falls fast and sections away the parts that need leaving…

I feel every
                    inch
                              of loss.
and little lying men drive home the salt.
As I am to be that and light i count the pain as a badge of honor.
Keep the sill with its fill.
Water is a needed substance for all manner of things…

saving…save?

at every type I see the flash and run down to many paths.
I want only the one that will bring me to the best end.
Can I be the guide? of course not!
I am folded into.  I roll and stumble into what will be.
though I am set free, I give it back.

alone its of no benefit.

Be the cause

Because I felt lonely and I don't trust myself when I feel lonely so I choose to run away from that which is happening around me.  I find my way out and run for the quiet and solitude and that did not help so I am left with a bit of a tail spin and I am very unsure of how to do what while I wait for this next project.  This great project that I have been waiting for, the project that will take my life to complete. I am so. Dry close to exploding and I have no words 

Not joy but glee? This is how I'll play in the space between. A few enters and maybe that will be to much for the reader but it will fill me with the time and maybe I can hide in plain sight this way.  I'll just put card to table and show my path north this weekend is for one very unlikely reason... Nope, can't do it. Can't do it even as a joke. It's to close to heart wrenching and I don't have the tools to everything back in place.  I won't be doing any shopping this days (a blatent reference to the place beneath my shoes that I avoid treading.  It's all in his hands and I pitted patter away and wish for a smitter smatter to wipe my face with only warm water. At this point my points weaken with a stronger resolve.  I start playing the music that broke my heart of its disorder. My body sways, if only in my head.  I twirl to see the back of your neck and the back of your head....cents don't seem to matter to my file runner.  I lead with my truth for others and I feel the counterfeit for not admitting it to anyone, but they know

They already know and knew before me. I'm blind to me.

I begin to matter to me...

I fixed a phone but...

I fixed a phone, but…
                                    it's not my own.

After to much time, you really felt that it was
doubt-able

I know things I have no business knowing.
and water bottles fell out of place.
I asked to keep where they were.
Did I in fact transgress?

as the request rang out, I knew the out come.
meager meal, but was a feast of fun.
less than lovable cinematic screen time,
but what could you possibly think was out there?
it was the grape juice...
the bless-ed grape juice.

time poured out
and the glass is still empty.
but the water bottle is gone!

 at least the sill disturbing water bottle is gone?

(talk about a long term investment)
(frown-y face)

bobbing

Yes, I know.  It's getting clear that there is enough water there.
it all grows from the water,
but is it flowing or stagnant?

this is a place of vacillation!
weary of all these feet, but I can't help this.

I am happy.
I am a little lost.
I love and have faith, though hope has some edge to it.

jabbing to avoid damage, I see the round about.
I run about it, the slink is rhythm.
(a child hood game i fake with great ease.)

put up your hands and set them to work hard.
they are the only things you can trust in this endeavor.
your heart is clouds
your mind is worse
your mouth is full
and string tight purse

backed up so none can come
you'll feel the knees weaken and it is b'kav'nah
key…

i'm stuck bobbing


there is only one apple in the water...

another thing and a fruit by itself

sliced with peanut butter
pre-picked and pared.
like a re mix editing master.

a fruit by itself and another thing.
the formula for uplifting and illustrating.

For what do you see in your pockets?
how can you filter out the foolish?
i just plastered the wall full of all of it!
all the things!
nothing ran out to hide, but only highlight.
And even be highlighted!
how it is called...runs.
how it is run…calls out to all of us

weary philanthropy, but playing it out.
seeds grow roots second!
i'm stalled in a pre-step pattern…
though not stalled…its exactly the place.
 the place of preparing.
it is coming into being…and my faith…
My faith pulls it to the event horizon.

open space and air is going to reopen
the conversation. what shall come?
what shall lag? what shall?

inverse light house: a lonely apple story

Tossed upon the waves of the high seas in a season of storms, he was weary of other ships.  The near collisions drove him far from land.  Even the sight of light on the evening horizon cause waves of anxiety to match the salt water upon which he sailed.  One day, desperate for peace and calm, he set a course for land.  As the maps told him he drew close, he saw a rotating light and plotted for it.  Panic stricken, he whipped around sure that he was headed for another ship. "What was I thinking? Why was I so easily fooled? I can not afford another near miss! I must avoid this light."  Though it drew him and he did not stray from it for long, he constantly sent morse code warnings to stay away.  The responses to these warnings never made complete sense, but there was something worthy about the composer…as if the conversations were worth having.

                                    

The harbor master had studied with the very best and for quite some time, but not all the information acquired was practical.  This was the first time this harbor and light house would be ready to guide a ship into safety.  The season was right, many storms had rocked many more ships.  Though head knowledge had been nearly mastered, the practicals proved harder to pound out.  There was a ship that seemed to be lost on the horizon, sailing back and forth.  Warning signals seemed conversational.  The harbor master thought "Everything seems perfect for this ship, if it would only come closer to see the harbor is safe!"  Eventually she realized the dark of night hid the safety being promised though seemingly misunderstood. So she began to pray the sun would rise and shine light so everyone would see clearly...

starlight deficiency

Rotting from with in from lack of
I have a starlight deficiency.

Eating clocks in parts
the moves fall out in smooth rhythms
and I can't help but fall out of place.
the glide and stretch,
i sick and wretch!

like a menu with joy filling corners
these tiny notes of new, balance my terms.
I can run in the path and find out the pebbles.
the path towards the bay slides south.

I'm running out of safe places
am I to be?
in the room with no doors or windows,
there is a star. Safe in green skin.
and that, set apart…a "B" side?
a midway side street? feeding into the epic of an over all story?

(they are SO hungry,
Please feed them!)

being born of a lonely apple...

Patterns seen and herded.
(yes
        i just did that)

to end points unknown with valleys darkly expected.

It is not news to think and talk of the heart,
but mine is yet a mystery to me.
So how is it that the key lies?
The truth misdirects my path like noisy blue brakes.

blinded by beauty of such small gifts in my depth,
but gilded in glass, i must snap seals and bust boundaries?

seeds will grow out and fruit will feed good food.
I till the ground given and I'm grateful.
maybe an amount of apples in greater groups?

the lonely apple and an unwarranted sequel

I have always been early but this is ridiculous.
What have I done with my flight time?
Did you just say chicken?
you lonely apple…stay away from me!

Run, I'm no longer safe.
I'm sinking further in.

high hopes for such silly lines
its all on the title
the failing sits squarely on the title
...

time laps and the lonely apple

It is a green and sour apple.
It has been lapsing for three days, but maybe two more.
to what end do i think
(do i think?)
I did this of my own free will.
I am guilty of barring out the wind.
I pushed myself past pardon.
and ground grates at me.
I have no wings to fly, and besides…I'm already home.

waters distance holds hearts at bay
and I am only one.  for whom the bell tolls…
so I unpeel to reveal the soft, bruised parts
bruising as I unsoft the peel parts
re bruising me as she peels the
soft flowing hair…
my last lost hat was from prison
i fought to stay in that place
and on my face! this is the same space!

can i please dance alone in the dark?
you bring light and
                         and you take up all the blankets!
i just want a corner
i'm fine with my corner, but now
    Now I'm some kind of builder?
what kind of builder?

I want my own bed
and one I can fit on.
I don't want your help,
        I don't want her help!
___

I plodded forward.  All the while wanting His prints.
and she was there.
Every.
Step.
of the Way.

Simply put...

Simply put. am not happy with you...

I trusted you...but now

I thought of different things... I...

Don't you see that talking is better?

Telling me don't you see?

Oh

I see...you don't see.

You are lost.

And because I was trusting you

I'm off center. You pulled me off course.

Without intention, but I was trusting you!

I...I can't

I just...

...the time has gone...