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Long time

Long time, no post.

I've failed in my many endeavors to keep in touch with this version of myself.
There is change.
just around the corner, there is change.  And I am ready to hold on in at least one way, if not all of them.

Keep at it.

score

please stop?
all unbalanced
all unfamiliar
all ready for fight of flight.

I will not feel better as of the parting, which is a part of the proposed force of action, nor course of action.
I am wanting to think of many many and here we go down the rabbit whole because I have no more time to think of the pauseses and while I had hoped to carve out a place in pace with where i find myself at the time i think it is some where closer to the place of internment and where is this one girl that will change everything around and is it a girl that is further into a race? what time is it when the time has come and how does one eat an entire cake  should you follow the line of logic that brings one closer to the line in the sand and this is how I want you to feel the very thing you are feeling I can only drive here by the round a bout because I have only ever gotten here by such a round about way that brings us to the point and a cartoon movie from the 70's

Two panes

Plastic and glass for protection 

To shield all that is in form coming out.

These fields of roses span the spectrum of reds.

At every turn and every turn and every turn.

Talking of thirst there is no source at this dark tower.

These roses live in response to the truth they know!

It's a dying land in circumference, but this is a fallow faze. 

Maybe a green tower to come?

streaming

I think it was my fault and then comes the streaming
I am sorry dear friend but it may have been me that ended your breath. I have been blind to the short way and i think that my long way always type of life approach has been killing off all the chances and i can't keep top this pace of so slow and speed is not exactly my type of train ride so I just keep stumbling. my dear friends around the corner sit silent in their ignorance and if this runs out of water I will be so happy because the timing

the times trajik and these flowers must be addressed to aljernon, or what ever that dudes name was. was he a mouse?

I do not want to cast a a fishing line across the sky, but it seems i'm tugging at the sun and what might happen if a hand falls on my shoulder?
I must as always offer up the truest of praises, but Im not so sure that i'm trust worthy in all corners.

i am a force to be wrecked with, forget the reckoning. that crunch is oh so familiar and it makes for sure a joyful girl.

I'm glad that white space exists, but I prefer the over crowded shadowy parts. all the actions happen when the ink is on the page.  With out the faces poor out truth, we don't get to see. We don't get to hear. We don't get to.

keep reading the proceeding as its feeding my bleeding
if my blood is the ink that is used to sink the thing you think in the wrong type of rink.

force fed? how does one float?
(they all float down here)

I AM STRONGER THAN THAT BECAUSE I AM WEAKEST OF ALL.
iwasfallingand neededtoturn

Needle pulling

And it is still difficult?

Pull out already!

There is an imbalance and already a lack of surety ...

I'm melting here in this backwards seat.

She does not know and it blows my mind. 

I am special

Let it be stated in the heavens!

Our Father in heaven is great and above all!!!!

She made it to the gate

And am left sinking like always 

Sorry that this is where you step in to try and take refuge, but lettuce is not enough.

I'm over flowing with the need and I don't know the end point 

I think. Might explode

I think I might need to recover 

We shall see...

Strawberry Icecream

I checked the phone
And December came back with vengeance.
I checked the phone
And put it back down to snooze, but the alarm hadn't
I checked the phone
but, those words were still written across the screen.

I checked the phone.
And I knew there was no more sleeping.  I got up and went into the other room
I checked the phone
And decided I should call, because those words…they were still there.

I called back and we spoke for a while but the call was dropped.
I checked the phone
filed away, but still written…that phrase.

I checked the phone
And called via my computer to wrap up.
I had to get to work. What time was it?
I checked the phone.

And all the way to work I wore sunglasses as a mask because of what would pour out but that only lead to leaking so I got there and then comes the openness because I can not help it and it is the best way to be at a time that I must be all the broken that i can.

I breath

I check the phone
I go home and bake cookies. I am missing salt as well as the secret ingredient, but I bake cookies.


I keep checking the phone.

cold wet feet

my feet are so cold
           but not as cold as his
but mine are also wet
           but his will never be

It pours down, and rushing rivers of rain water flow over my unsuspecting canvas shoes.
           but I have shoes
I'm caught off guard by the sudden need for ten men and counting myself amongst them.
           but I'll keep counting

no box no shield but nearly form fitting wrappings and I have not seen such a vacancy since the father of the first time i went out of myself to see about this weight pulling me past I'm trying and stumbling from this unseeable withered



(breath)
         



           but i wither too,
                                    just
                                           much
                                                     slower.

with out words

hers is a persistent beauty, the type that won't let go.  Setting up camp for a long term campaign.
---
hers is a short term beauty, the type that fizzles out.  Finding herself empty, and with no source.
---
hers is an intimidating beauty, the type men fear.  Lose of grounding in reality with prolonged exposure.
---
hers is a violent beauty, the type that wreaks havoc.  She presents herself as a weapon to destroy.
---
hers is an unseen beauty, the type that goes unnoticed.  Offering stability to those that invest in her.
---
hers is a consistent beauty, the type that endures.  Observers turn to her with expectation regularly.
---
hers is a considerate beauty, the type that differs.  She brings others along with her to every new level.
---
...

Ink less

Sitting in my past and no longer waiting.

Getting ready slowly, but not stalling in large sweeps of time.  The cliff is just around the corner and I...have broken thresh hold.

 A strong boundary held and strongly so.

It all continues to filter up.  For that which I am in need is less than what is give. Freely.  

Ink less, I'm hung out to dry...

to be said

I'm sorry for this silence, both previous and present…
I'll scream, but only when I can get away with it.
Which is when I'm alone, but you need not worry.
I'll only be this at the last resort.
tearing and weeping on the inside because I'm stretched beyond distance.
even time breaks my tendons past the healing.
I'm not as much water as I was
I keep poring out
I'm emptying, and this is also a good thing.
the over flow of word build up is coming into a flash point

Pensil lead still lies
                                 a lot.

Fresh wrist

Newly freed from restrictive wraps,

I am reflecting at this distance from family.

This is the most expected difficult time of year. 

Well braced for it most years, I was preoccupied this time. 

Where are the clip clops of wooden heals?

The school skipping children and work escaping adults are at odds.  While they are able to value this season in greater contrast to the serounding, they must return the that pace.

Here we get to truly relax into what the season provides because we all join in...we are the seroundings 

Mr Richards

Dave had been the new guy for quite some time.  With no family to speak of, it was always a struggle to realize his part.  He did not like his own name.

At long last a chance meeting turned into a series of poor choices that brought him happiness.
There was a slow cutting away that felt like both freedom and abandonment. His partner in crime was happy to turn doubt into a way of life.  No foreseeable future, but childlike, they played house with no house to speak of…in the open.

At cliffs edge, cards are collected. Points plotted out that reel off into uncertainty.  Like a disc world map, no clarity lurks around the corner.

months away, the dust is only a further part purposelessness dragging out its faulty and fractured factual stance.

burnt sugar

She has burnt sugar in her eyes,
but stone brick feat.

trains to mars far gone and blind to the stars above,
shoes drop like rain.
there are no daisies and there is no waiting.
moving forward without nines or tens and full of life.
undetected separation of meaning
I'm an unintentional magician.

Roberta Sparrow

Blatant
Gone on down to the grandson Justin.

You are failing at you task sir.
You are reckless, though it is not your fault.
She has lied to you.  They all lie to you and I…
I am muzzled.  I railed to pavement and concrete.

a jelly bean craving leads to more unfolding.
but how then, How then!

eye lashes and symmetry can be deceptive.
Sir, such long necks you should have seen.
Have you not taken part? I can see your clicks.
I can see more unfolding and these papers, they cut.

Hands to hands and feet to feet
you are failing sir
but I shall be there to catch

as is the norm

please,
please walk with clarity.
your damage is transferable...

there is none

Foggy,

 you are still spinning about, you always have.
Finally else where, and still you call.
I'll move soon and maybe you will not find me.
and maybe you will not look. There is, after all a large swing looking to take you away.
The tickets are already printed, have you not seen them?
Don't you read?

time files drip out a phone number
but blue boxes are months away and unnatural anyway.

I'll weep smoke to keep you far.
please keep the lights off...

codes

a confounding sequence of numbers
I'd run and waste to have true chaos over this randomosity purporting to be truth.
I've turned destructive.
I've gone greenish.
Bones gone brittle, there is a greater need to bleed out this crude oil.
Let's set fires and be done with foolishness.
Let's fire foolishness and be done with sets.

continuously rising to the surface are these waves of un-regrettable  consequences.
I've turned the corner only to see from the wide shot, that I'm on a spiral staircase.
While I am raising, I'm always turning the corner.

I might as well close my eyes
I might as well listen deeper
but this door code,
it's corrosive in nature.

I might as well corrode...carefully