The, the, the, the Mystery!

Spelling

You think

You feel

Quiet, still

You ink

Your will

Anchor

Trance dance

A moment

In a place

Be in

The eternal

Present with

A face

Stay

Allow

Novelty

Replace

Joy Day

Breath in

Anticipation

Breathe out

Delicious moment felt

Fire glow within

Fill your eyes with dark

Air touches your skin

One

Oh palimpsest

Of human skin

Her, last week

Now?

Now, this person!

Farewell Tom Robbins

I wish the same

For you and I

Young readers

From our fame

Feel it when we die

Giving Life this Look Again

Chocolate Choice Feeling Candy

Looking at your day

Like a baybe

You know, but you can’t say

Anything sweet might happen, maybe

Expect it anyway

Moment Candy

Hold the moment candy

In your mouth to make it last

Till the taste of solid fantasy

That feels like being eight

While Santa Claus is on its way

When you just grin and wait

Holding caramel of knowing

In mind until it melts

Melts me

Sweet meltdown of desire

None for the heat of rage no more

Gave nothing to hellfire

This Warm Place How I Wanna Feel

This now

Not my problem how

Feel carefree like a moment

All that fosters discontent

So slyly put away

The moment is what I put in it

Candies that I like

Sucking on it’s sweet

Everything beyond taste fades

Without attention

Then, life tastes a treat

Blanks to Fill

Fill in each blank

Along the colored brick road

Take the cake

Without growing old

Or directed or assigned

See it just unfold

Or expect to be told?

Pay Grade Above

Ain’t my concern

Where or when or how

Life unfolds

I dream smiling dreams

Smiling, I allow

Keeping Austin Weird

Keep Austin Weird

Yes, indeed!

Yet, when our

American President

Like smoking weed

Starts making America Weird Again

I don’t know what to think

Lean in, get surprised

Watch, laugh, smile, wink

Live the start of anything

What If

We come in all kinds

Of insides

Lookin so human

At first

puzzles

With secrets

Mysteries by birth

Unsolved stories

Watched Pot

Never boils?

So,

Expands time

The universe

Deepens an eternal moment

Opens up Life

And everything

Watch a pot

Who’s In Charge Here?

God is in the details

Exactly where the devil’s at

According To

The moment tall strong suits

Live their sideways view

Do I bend over backwards

Lean to sideways crawl

Follow my own sense of gravity

Just walk tall?

Antagonist

My hero

Only as fine

As the villain

Also mine

Is woe

Tree

Tree Spirit,

Always is season

I am the reason

The tree in me

Loves it

Look Up Child

Feel the friendly Sky

looking back

Feel the hug

Dear Friend,

Luck and joy to you!

Peace and goodwill to you from wherever you celebrate around this time. And also from all you don’t celebrate Might as well right?

Here, accept all the gifts from all the rash of new and ancient traditions.

I accept it all. At midnight and whenever. So, I give it all to you too. Take it.

For that taste and glow of sacredness I am celebrating the Solstice because there are unicorns involved.

Thanks for providing them, whoever you are.

I suppose they’re the good old pair from the day? Brought to life in a new story then found by you just now?

You know from that unforgettable scene in the production of Good Omens, when the daemon Crowley and the angel Aziraphel, are talking about the impending destruction of all life beginning with the animals parading into the arc.

Crowley, the fallen angel, is questioning the wholesale massacre by water.

Aziraphel, the angel, is going along with the routine genocide.

In the scene, Noah calls out, “Shem! The unicorns are getting away!”

Where did they go?

So glad you found them.

They were the only ones who weren’t going along with the bullshit.

Rare and magical.

I suppose you can free the pair of magical creatures to frolic around in your world so you can watch them from your inner balcony.

I think unicorns may filter into our realm around the corners of the year, when the new season program updates. So perhaps that’s when you are sometimes able to lure them into licking your luck.

Have an enchanted merry happy unicorny day, dears.

An alter to the Spirit of Christmas, the unicorn tree.

Tenderness

Warm, glossy red

Tenderness

I keep it in my head

An everyday Christmas

It Comes Alive

What’s Life?

Who’s Looking Back?

Good luck!

Hello Future

I get to

Focus on

The Precence

Of the future

How?

Here

Desolve waiting

Here is now

An Ancient Friend

The Hare

Horny Bunny

Ah Jackalope

Oh Hare

Inner

Outter

Everywhere

Happen

Something happens to my face

And inner world

When I glimpse my favorite place

Adored

Mystic Symbol

A whole story

Fictional

Like real life

An art

In one squiggle

The Summoning Dark

Let me Just

Let me just float

In the now

Of my dreams

From before

Enjoying everything as is

Is everything

Wanting more and more

Spirit of What

At first

When the Night

She woke me up

Insomnia, the worst

And not delight

Outburst

Believe?

The Spirit of Christmas

Each witching hour

She wakes, she wakes him up

Every night, each night

He takes no pause

To ask her “why, or what?”

He don’t believe,

It’s just her luck,

In Santa Claus

Skills

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Brunette

Blonde

Redhead

What do

You know

Is there in the pattern?

For you

Are you aware?

Cones

Being

My own

Magical

Uni-cone

Life as Artist

Life sketches us out

We live-in the color

Aqua blue

Shows laughter

To me

What shows it to you?

Sky Bone

The Sky

Dead?

Or Alive?

Focus

Zoom in

Focus here

Till it’s all the world

Color, light, sweetness, warmth

Presence, presents

Feeling gold

Second Wind

Sniff the wind

Sip the wind!

Gift Bow

Meet, make or find

My own rainbow

Feeling, way and sign

I want some colored sweetness

I want, I want

I make up my mind

Follow Your Nose

The smell of thanksgiving butter, garlic citrus
The smell of the wonderful brine

I captured it for you like this

Here, smell it!

Flight

Fall up

Into free-fall

Inner Space

Tap tap tap

You may hit a spot

Take it by the hidden handle

It might have one

It may not

When you try

Try, try, try,

Error! error! error!

Till perhaps you hit

Where to look

Within, somewhere

You might touch

Your feelers on

By seeing when you look

Settle on what chimes just sweeter

Aim your feeling hook

Feel for sweetness

Don’t tell

You won’t need

Candle, book and bell

When you’re here

They’re already there

Cast, cast, cast it!

Dwell, dwell, dwell

You think you’re imagining

It’s really a spell

Float

This new kind of time

A timeishness

It doesn’t fly or stall

It feels like breath

Not crushing up against a wall

Timeless as you fall

Time Swaddled

Do you feel it?

A soft stretchy texture

Of still flowing silvery time

Silk wraps you around

How it adores you

To play with

A bit

Visual Coffee

I drink you in

You, warm eye-full

Like steaming coffee

Before I brew that morning joe

It’s my second favorite thing to drink

After nectar of moon-glow

Gifts and Presence

Perhaps I was born

With more gifts

Than I realized this morn

One could be

All kinds of riffs

At least one

I bet

Is mine

Alone

Little Alters Everywhere

An example of

One of the many ancient

Traditional ways the Western Civilization

Worshiped a god of peace

And gifts

Known as Christmas

Your Story

What’s the first line

of that book

you’re writing

with this door

the hinges probably whine

on the cover?

Black

Black cat

No

Squirrel!

Feel the

Wheel of Fortune

Whirl

To Be or Not to Be a Library?

What if we

The world

Including you

And of course, me

Are like

A weirdo library

On loan for free

Check us out!

Don’t You Wonder?

So, when you see

Medusa girl and me

Do you wonder

How much fun

Your hair

Could mayhap

Be?

Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

You wanna go?

Ask a onewheel

She might take you

You never know!

Floating

I’m floating everywhere

Above the ground

Between the sky

What color is the air?

Hoping to find

A streak of coolish breeze

It’s gotta be somewhere

Out or In?

Explore introspection

Maybe there’s vast blue

Endless and eternal

In the other direction?

Too

You Hold All the Cards

Good morning dear human

WordSmith, malarkist jester

Conjurer of elixir and brew

Pour them spirits of words

Multiply the worlds

It’s all more
I fly in this sky

You make reality

You make the ceiling floor

And more

Fall Fall Fall

Get back up again!

Stairway on the Inside

Stairway to

The stairway to heaven

Mine anyway ,

Is right here

Where I meditate

Heaven can’t

Everything else

That can be bought

Can wait

Nature Worship

Nature, You must worship us!

Note To Self

Whoever you are tomorrow

I have a feeling Imma like she even better
You get more rich and interesting and complex and nuanced with time

The more I get to know you and experience you the finer


I feel so eager with all this loving to look forward to

To keep looking forward to more of you

Day Follows Night

Woke up in the night

Suddenly

Expecting all I choose

To come out right

Like a child

Spotted

I met her on a curb

At dawn

The orange yellow glowing jewel

She picked her shiny self up

I strung her on a thong

With all my strands of precious Days

Where there ain’t no verb

To cherish all the ways

My goddish jewel pet friend

Can deliver and amaze

A friend

Storytelling-Humor-Magic

Magic is the story

I the laff I’m looking for

Those rules to magic

Like them rules

To writing

To fun

To funny

Mostly maybe

Magic values like jewelry

So pretty sparkly fun

We acquire

And style with

Whatever

We can

Mind Surf

That dear he wrote

That cracked text note

I read it

Reread it

Sit here

And float

Floating

Into a new life

Skating

Waiting

For life

To change

I

Rearrange

Feeling good

Flying

Super Power?

Sometimes

When the world

Slips

Sideways

Physical bylaws

Twist

Byways

Falling Up?

Original Art by Daniel Caleb

Perspective

Flip

Whiplash

Flying

Whip

Original Art by Daniel Caleb

Tilt the world any way

Sideways or upside down

Dance on it anyway

Skin

So,

I feel like myself

In my own skin

Again

Weeeee!

It’s so good to be me!

A Way to Life a Whole Life

Art by Daniel Caleb

Practice

A practice of flying

Good as any other

Way of life

Every moment

Signifying

Seventy-Eight Pick Up

When he turned fifty-two

And I’m gonna do it too

Gimme time

He threw

The whole deck into the air

Felt them rain down everywhere

I’m just picking up cards I like

North of fifty

Life is sweeter

I’m awake

I’m doing the Tarrot

After blowing out the candles

On my cake

Tulsa Public Art

Creating My Own Reality

You’re welcome

To put your attention so

To add pain to your now

By looking at it somehow

No I tho

Tulsa Public Art

Malarquist

I met a man

So full of malarkey

Overflowing with smokey irony

Bantering, swordplay poetry

Dawning dance moves, magic

Floating on hilarity

52

The meaning of Life

The Universe

And everything

Equals 42

Then 52 may be

All of that from

All the world

Looking at

Only you

The Muse

A Muse

To curl up with

My malarkeysmith

To weep

To cuddle

To write

Then sleep

Life

Life Dear,

I chewed all the flavor

Out of this one

I’m wanting, Sir

Another piece of gum

Yum!

You Don’t Read Fiction

Perhaps

I guess

When we don’t

Go in for fiction

Or won’t

It goes in for us

Unreal!

What a mess!

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Ritual

I’m dedicating

My preciousness

To Life, to love

And to caress

Hey There Life

It’s me, Shalom

I’m here

Remember I’m your own?

Here’s surrendering my weird beliefs to you

So You guide me along

To what’s most Tuesday true

To sing me like a song

Of You

Mmh

What to do?

Mmmmh

Which who?

Mmmmh

With you or you?

Oh You?!

Wheeeeheeewwh!

Worship

The spell for owning

Yourself

Her

A room

A town

An art

Map with approval

Adore everything unusual

In your own claim her heart

Set her free

Like you

Appreciate the cracks in her sidewalks

When you do

Walk with yourself in her dawn

Go with her twisting twilight

Why pay her vile attention?

When you could pay her your delight?

Mine

My life

Is for me

Just for me

For me to taste with my heart

To focus on to

Expand my favorite part

Life’s Wages

I carry this to my domain

Breathe it in with breakfast

Enjoy it like cakes with silence and coffee

The “Where” where all my power lives

Where when everything changes

Always just is

Where magic grows and I’m some wiz

But it’s been here for ages

“Reality” Suspended

Fleeing for your “life”

When all is lost

and you give up

Maybe life passes

Before your eyes

Then again, maybe not

You stumble, you fall

Headlong, into paradise

Softly, on your hopeless face

In the dirt that rules them all

That Paradise Within

We skip it over

Wrong past the door

Following along with what everyone knows

Doing what’s been done before

Following the signs in orders

Right past that stark brick wall

The portal to that platform’s high

So there ain’t no 9 and 3/4

Until you go flying sideways through

Or die

Planes of Existence

Where in here

I wanna know

Do my favorite times

In life that never happened

Go?

Original Art by Daniel Caleb

Secret Garden

Where the fertile magic dirt

Runs deeper than the earth

Not the shallow trays of fantasy

Where we are led to birth

Our inner magics giant trees

To wither there

Rooted in light sprinkles of self-worth

Tarot Spread

We two, we stand at the place

In the cards

Where eachother’s

Best outcome is

This Shaman dude’s at mine

I’m at weirdest his

Rabbit, you trickster!

Crow you symmetrical wiz!

She Fell into the River

It glows

Behind her shut eyelids

A place that grows her

A where, only she knows

My Pocket Glows Electric Blue

Got a Smile Collection coming along

I watch for them like birds

To spot then jot

Down place and time

And relevant magic words

I power this moon strung

On silver chain I bought

With nuances from wild smiles

That charge this fine blue moon I caught

Ever-Now

Yur all them books

I’m wants ta reads

Them twisted nooks

Im-a-gi-nary leads

To wander inta timeless ways

Ways of knowing

Ways ta ways

Re-form-ing

Death inta days

Brimming laughter

Dance an games

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What Temple Did You Escape From?

Everywhere gods

Each archetype alive

Living enjoying growing

Developing a being

It’s story

First you notice

The one that’s you

Then

Then, when

You close your eyes

And open them again

Sometimes

You notice who’s

Around you

So the World Turns

On a smile

This smile shining at my core

Where being lives explodes and is gone

Rainbows of dawn

Shooting across some sky

In my inner eye

When you smile that smile

Worlds turn on

The Circle

A letter awaiting me as I exit, jammed in the jamb

I’ll brush my teeth to not smell like coffee- butter, damn

While Dunne and Coleridge pump through my caves of blood

That allow the hormones of ecstasy to flood

Then, I’ll wait to kiss him in a secret wood

Rabbit Knows

You swoon me with poems from another day

When I wanted to drink the Milk of Paradise

But I couldn’t find a way

Taste of Living

If I could do it all again

This time

I’d leave

That salt taste on my skin

Tingleladies

Are a thing

You ask

What are these magical beings!?

Don’t ask me

Ask your imaginarium

You see what it brings

WadeShalom Creature

A shoot of something sprouting

Out from not-a-seed

Brillante green, yet not a tree or weed

Appearing out of love stuff

Like Bluegrass

It erupts like Woooot!

Makes want, then desire

Out of hunger and need

Then it takes root

And like sourdough culture

And redwood forever

Past where I can see

I feed and nurture it

-It grows me

Legend

My human life

Could be

As mythical

As magical

As I allow

And see

Breathing The World

I breathed

Before I knew

You always already belonged

Everywhere

In my air, like the sky

With every breath in

With every breath out

You’re smile turnes into everything

The world is all about

Contextually

I give up

What I love

Just to freedom

Hell above!

Some Legend

Be resting, you asleep apart
Dear smith of my intellectual-soul
While I sit here and weep
A liquid sugar salt

Guy who pays The Boatman
He thinks of it!
With his resurrected art
More than just a turn of phrase
It turns a world

It turns my gaze

It twirls my heart

Silver Alchemist Says

Yeah if our alchemy can

Turn white to pink and pink to red

Heck! That’s plenty man

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The Alchemist


A great morning for alchemy
Transforming lead to gold

The feeling of soon, it isn’t soon enough
Lead has it’s place like “soon”
It’s heavy useful and doesn’t shine like my Smithed stuff
So, taking the feeling of what I want

The conclusion of soon
I close the gap
By focusing only on the end
So as far as my reality knows

Now I am in your arms
Now, I think
Best feeling ever!
Why wait?
To wit, alchemy
In a wink

Soonness

So much Soon

Is happening Now

A Shaman Says

Hang the moon

Hang the moon

Then grab it!

Way of the trickster

Wisdom of the rabbit

Into

The wild cliff edge inside

A place just past instead

Is beaconing

A thing

Some Secret time

A wanting you to come into

A something mystery waits for you

For to become two new one

Time

A year of wonderful

Hours

To spend my minutes in

Being here

I noticed this now

Now

I’m choosing

I’m living

I’m seeing

A world changed

From you in it

Mixed in

Like salt

Like yeast

Sparking whatever

This spell is

Sweet

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Magic’s Ingredients

Ah!

A morning

And what a morning too

Oh what a freaken afternoon today!

What a week!

A week of Tuesday

With you

A marvelous month of Tuesdays

Every minute

What a life dear

Dear Life

To wit

A life

This one

The one life with that particular smile

In it

We

We make love

The tiny fingernails

We don’t make

We make love

Love makes the world go round

We don’t

Round and round

And round

We go

“Black and White?“ Duh

Really?

How dumb are you?

To divide up normal people

Perhaps to conquer

By an aspect that’s least true

Repeating ”black lives matter”

Is dumber and more boring, too

Than foolishly insisting

Shouting like an idiot

The sky is blue!

The sky is blue!

If you don’t get it

Be an idjit

Now be off with you

Our Own Home-Forged Americans

Sista Brutha

My Fatha

My Matha

You not vanilla

Thank the lawd

Or of Africa

Not no moe

You’re ours!

You’re forged

You’re mine

You’re yours

You’re here

You’re ours!

Right here

In the land of the slave

To be free

To be

Of America

My nigaa!

My own dear sweet

Genuine

The best

Made in America

Magical irreplaceable nigaa

No One Cares Who You’re Superior to Kid

The lowest common denominator

Of lovely human noobs

Can just get on with growing up

Just like your normal kid-bro boobs

And let the grownups talk

Irrelevant Dude

I’m not talking to you

If you need this shit

explained

Your view

Makes you irrelevant

For now

Freedom doesn’t require

Your consent

No one’s asking you

You’re just uninteresting somehow

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Irrelevant

Y’all perfectly worthy

Wonderful cherished noobs

Wherever you are

However color-misguided y’all be

Or how

That, and how anything else

But, for the purpose of clarity

This lowest common denominator

Of human thinking beings

Now

Can just go fuck themselves

Flying

First dem tickets

To Cancun

Now

Dem tickets

to da Moon

Color? Really?

Can you

Try

Please

Try

To think of

Anything

Just anything stupider

To divide us by?

To Choose this Feeling Life

I’m getting to become

Like a little kid again

I just focus on

this

One feeling

Instead of

That one

Oh that one

No! This one

-instead

Stay here

In this sweeter

Sweetest feeling place

Feel the sweeter

Place inside instead

Something mild

Choose this one

Warm place

peace place

Free and wild

In here

The Dude

Abides

Having Some Good Now Lately!

Having some wonderful now these days

Some wonderful wonderful magical now

Now now now

Now

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The Weather

You know when

When the weather

When it suddenly

Is a storm?

It was something

nothing

only heat

Now it’s

Solid fluid this

Breezing blowing

Cooling

After the burning…

Bliss

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Things

Are always

Working out

For me

Water is cool

Air is free

If

I had it all

To do again

Again

Again

Again

Again!

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A Shaman

I admire adore and swoon before
A mind that’s placed

Perfect on the untouchable curve of now
Forever

Forever incomplete and wanting more
I’m here for

Allowing everything to unfold itself somehow

Sylph

This one shy sylph one day

It’s said, of a thousand charms

Decides to count each one

She counts, she counts, she counted

But them magics keep dripping right down her arms

First she figured she’s unwise

Then she noticed all the butterflies

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A Solid State Drive

I feel all fiscally responsible

It’s so good!- for myself

I feel so well-ithy right now

With no evidence of wealth

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Could Work

Perhaps treat trust

As we treat

A baby

They’re what

The future’s made of

Maybe

Woman

Her body by affection warms

It stirs the inner pot

She drinks the chocolate by the fire

Wether it’s true or not

A secret opens up within

By an unknown hand

It grows into a pocket space

A portal to a no-man’s land

A man may enter in

And be in her enchanted place

A paradise or sin

A kingdom

The mystery feminine

Solid Golden Glow

A living liquid all lit up

The spirit of a baby god

A mountain feeling comes along

Solid sunlight

Rich AF (as fortold)

So warm- like summer cold

Up lit in glowing

Moons of silver gold

That money matters not

If it’s a thing

It’s a thing You got

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Two Thousand Miles Far Away

When you’re over there

While I am over here

We’re in each other’s inner parts

That is just the deal

Projects right onto each other’s hearts

Where everything gets real

What Kinda Man is This?

He wears a Beawolf, like a Star Wars tee

Then sports a Harold and the Purple Crayon

Gee

But he wore his 42 tee just for me!

Accessory to Slavery

You’re done here Slavery

She’s mine

My sista

You can’t touch her

She’s mine

Because I love her

He’s mine!

My brotha

You can’t touch him

You’re done here

I chose now

I’m no longer an accessory

Watching, just watching

Jim Crow ii just casually go down

Now I see and bear witness

You go down for real

You’re done here

Exploitation thingy

Whatever you are

Or seem to be

There’s only one reality

The end

Love

You’re in love

I always in

Four times a day

It’s been it’s been

Without without within within

Tuesday Tuesday again again

Without within without within

Cherished

I’m cherished by this feeling of home

This feeling-place that’s sprouted and grown

From and into worlds unknown

And taking over this old one

It’s Tuesday Again- In Loving Memory of-It’s Thursday Again

In loving memory of Hugo of It’s Thursday Again.Wordpress.com. You’re welcome for all the fish Rhino House, dear.

Four perfect Tuesdays in a row

Establish the Tuesday feeling flow

Now it’s Tuesday every day

Just because it’s so

Tuesday oh Tuesday!

Again again again

A magical Tuesday every-day

For me to live and love within

A Place and a Space

I went looking for fairies

And angels and gnomes

Hungry for the sacred and for the unknown

I tried each fanciful story ever grown

I searched all the places

And ways to might find them

But didn’t

An empty ache I wanted to leave

But it wouldn’t

Grew

Right where a unicorn might have lain down to rest

This fantastic fantom limb ached in my chest

It settled in where my mistake

It lived, it thrived and bred

Eventually, I did give up the search

When all it’s joys had fled

I put hope down

And picked up despair instead

And let it ramble through my head

Except in a corner my secret face

A holy of holies dusted well-lit place

With plenty of inner pocket space

There yet remains a sacred quiet grace

For davas daemons and fairy rings

Just in case

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Creation

I respond to You

Then You are me

My dear

I cherish you, my inner world

While strange flowers just appear

Then flourish into nameless fruit

When now is always here

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Lovelings

Toss handfuls of affection ‘round

One half-side of the seed

The lucky find another half

To hug and spoon

and swell and sprout

Where magical creatures breed

Till tender shoots must burst forth

To satisfy a need

Some Magical Company

Meet my great friend Z

I adore his company

In my heart he pays no rent

Where no one’s guilty

Ever

Till proven innocent

La La La

When the world is crazy

When all contradicts

Crazy makes sense

Imsane arrows sting and kill

Till long long experience

Gives you a rinse

Then then then

Bully bullets

Stop in mid air

At will

Crisp to the Soul

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The feeling

Of a clear crisp babbling stream

Cuz everything’s clean

Where the Wild Things Are

I wonder what

That where is…

Expiration Date

Pop off the top

of your Lifeberry jam

Lick off the knife as you spread it

That jar’s all used up

Before you expire

You bet it

Nectar of the Gods

I’m on a real mood cloud
anticipation just bubbling brewed
A foamy expectation of good


Lucky elixir


Instantly Thrilled

Silly
Unicornie
Free!

Like that thunder just now
These raindrops
May clap just for me

Smithed

You’re melted

Reshaped

Gleaming

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Liminal Places

The only reason

I believe this

Is cuz it’s happening

It’s happening now

Afterwords

I ask

If it ever really did

Always be a Wondering

The impulse

It carries you

This way

Into

What could just be a door

If it were anything

If it were anything

It could be magical

It could be

Sometimes

It might be

It might

Close your eyes tight

Wanted

To be like genius smart

With an epic equivalent

Tender intelligent heart

To start

Life of a Story

 

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Something
Sucked up the moment
Keeps meticulous notes
The whole thing as it happens kept
Born into patterns
Alive in lives
Traditional me projectile vomits out
Taste becames a home
Meditation takes over the meaning in everything
Falling in love kicks everything else out
Old tastes move home-made soul back in
A project working on itself
Some days lightning strikes
Connecting neurons that never met weld together
A million alive connections align
Pulsing
Life into a story
The sleeping story wakes up
We Talk

 

 

Personified Architecture

Could a process become

Somehow

Some-kind of alive?

A self organizing system

If so, Wow!

A syndrome, the spirit of a place

A myth a god a power

A mind if it’s own

Evolutionary

What now?

Tender Morsel

It’s food

Is tenderness

As soul nurturing

As tenderloin

Care and Care

Tenderly abide

His infant parts

Instead of no

It’s maybe

Them puppy eyes

With fetus hearts

To betray a man

Might as well punch a baby

Life and Art Form

In the telling

Inside the sculpture

Right behind the paint

Isn’t where I expect to see

What something is or ain’t

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Care and Feeding of

That mystical fourth

-Like May the 4th-

That Mystical fourth Metaphysical thing

To nurse

To care

To feed

Our inBetween

Like some living

Alchemy being

Tardis Life

I wanna be an instrument

Database compass measure

Serving living being

At the pleasure

Of the Evolutionary Imperative

Thingy or whatever

Creating meaning

And me

What’s This?

I feel hot lava thrill and thrall

Sweet upflow to my heart

Just before you reach out

When we are apart

The Velveteen Rabbit

The flights of fancy

I turn real when I muse

Is it a nightmare

Or a dream

That I choose?

Yeah

Yuh!

Come ride with me my Morning dear

Delight me just like this

Shred the day in rapture

Life feels like a kiss

The Gap?

Can you skip a breath?

Can it really skip a beat?

What is it?

Not engaging

Just allowing

Un-supposing

Broken-vowing

Space gets made

Be afraid

Rage and strut

Behave strange

Lose grow crow

And change

Salty

The Sea

The tricky Sea
Storm and rage and glee
He swept away my heart
He waves he laughs
So I swallow him up
We wept
The Sea and me

To Err or Not to Err

Hi there Mr. Mistake

Thank you for the chance to make

You

Make me

Hello You and You

I fancy you Today, oh Day of Days

Ah,

Though

Now I see you nearly here

Coming along Tomorrow dear

Hey! Tomorrow! you!

Would you be my best friend too?

Whatever Works

Well

Thanks to you Sea

And thank you Z

Because of you

I’m more me

Evolutionary Something

Floating

In suspense of time

In frozen color

Twisted rhyme

And why?

Like the Wind

I feel so free

Oh

I feel

So me!

Stories

They just happen

Like days

Shining

They just happen

Like nights

doing

Whatever nights do

Same as you

The Moment When You Know

I adore you

All you

Things I wanna do!

Oh! Ohh ohhhhh!

Oh,

So…

You adore me too!

Oh

Smell the Day

All things done

Are wanted

Nothin goes to waste

The Forty-Two’s

How fra’g’rant

All these moments taste

Because Every Day is Fucking Magical

Hello there Day
All shiny new

As always
Your old self

Just doing you

Wow

Thank you
Best of Days!
Who are you anyways?
How are you made?
To notice me?

Can we be friends?

Come play!
Unfold yourself again today

again again

please

DirtSurfing with the Dawn

I rolled along the friendly Breeze

That blows the fingers of the Trees

To wave at me throughout the night

That tap tap tap on my window

Maybe

Evil is the error part of this ongoing trial and error.

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It could be

A way to wheedle out what’s

evolutionarily viable

Or how would Life know?

Without evil, err error

Surupy

Boring

A heroless

Story

Day without night

So what then?

What?

A Close Friend

I’m reaching out

I’m here

To connect with you

In open air

You aren’t invited in

You may not enter

Your bull in tow

To break up my china

Again

Choose

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A pure cool sip of sparkling daydream

Then Live Between the Lines

When my eye holds only angles

They suck thought out between

the lines

Being lost here somewhere is my moment

Where paint-flow washes out my mind

Go Ahead, Believe In Coincidence Instead

My writing corner, it’s ceiling light went out

It’s been six months

Here I am, Your avatar, amused

It’s back

In the midnight, the only night

As I sat here and cherished the dark’s dancing candle light

How Do You Know Yours Does You?

This Morning loves me

I can tell

When fist He brings me coffee

Then goes tempting my eagerness with

forbidden gumdrop fruit

Designed and built all just for me

He, then, He let’s me be

I Bet You Don’t Know It’s You

It’s made for me

The world is

The way i am made for me

i am the World Herself

i adore You World

You adored me first

– i just noticed

Bottle Your Elixir of Life

To live high on this delicious brew

All the fermenting is you

If you can’t be still and feel

Gratitud

You’re screwed

Feelings’ Faces

The face

Of this sadness

Joy in profile

Tears streaming

In color

Peek out

Of the wall

Chocolate Darkness

When darkness is thick

Creamy and sweet

Your tongue is alive

It climbs up your feet

All wrapped in the moment

A being of taste

Is it what you are now

From what you have faced?

Self-Potrait

Each thing I do
Gets done in me
What I make up
It marks me up
Each choice I make
Is colored paint
My palette is my day
Skillfuly blended
Chosen colors
Artfully painted
Or just mixed up
I make me
Anyway

The Painted Door

Green nice
Let me see
Oh,
Orange!
Show me
Please

Come in
Through
The color of
Fresh squeezed
Fruit

Hello There Ms Week

It’s a Weeks work

So here I sit

Waiting happy

For

The Week to do it

Drink?

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This elixir of fortune
That coffee of fate
A whiskey of accident
Territory of your story
Drink it now or wait?

It Just Happens

The Wayward Spirit

By

M. L. Redford

the wayward spirit wafts in
through the window when the patterns of weeks, months passed, at last,

let go and shift
she moves about the room like Franny Glass making one or two things

flutter a bit, and is gone
out past the opposite shoulder as I turn in to see what I hear

to notice things
in the room which were always there but hadn’t been noticed for weeks

or maybe months
and which had obviously been there for a purpose, staring through the books

on the shelf to find
a forgotten bookmark, an absent fold, maybe a latterdaymexicanpink

autumnal ritual –
seven parts revelationinitiation and fifteen parts flutterbybestowal –

curiouser and curiouser
are the ways of the spirit: if I follow, will I flutter, will I perch or will I fall?

either way I’ll find
the pink of gist and need to meditate before I waft or get stolen

but the spirit talks
of grounding, without talking, for she is no airy/faeree: the meaning disappears

the more you look
but in looking at the unfindability you discover all the meaning for to see:

body, soul and beauty
but no room at the inn for language, ‘you can speak a hundred languages

if you want but
you’re never as wise as the illiterate who speaks with love in her heart’

she says, without a single word
but thought of a hundred languages smaller than the stars which float away;

the language of Waywarduese
butterflies about all over the points, and all of those points held

in one wing-spread,
colourful and puckering hold, sprinkled and dlappled like rain

Oh!
Can I have it?
Is it for me?
It’s for me?
It’s for me!
It’s Mine!
You stole it from me!
I’ll be generous and
share it with you
if you let me keep it.
Please

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Where Have All The Madmen Gone?

Out of Synch
Out of synch madness

 

Lost opportunities
Missed people
To avoid
Out of art’s mind
Mis-fitted driven mad
Beauty un-enjoyed

Curated eyes delighted edges
Whom seek unseen art
Deprive a brocken world again
Already locked apart
Of crazy is insane

In Synch Madness Waywardspirit Art

Symbiosis

The simple symbiosis
Of the body and the soul
Pierces purple meaningless
From now to long ago

Cell in a Body

I immerse myself
In the massive instinct
The record of the massive
Instinct of human change

Self Organizing Systems

You watch murmuration of starlings
Turn dusk into a kaleidoscope
Who watches the murmuration of humans
Organize and dance to a word you spoke

art dying heart Waywardspirit

Pattern

That hidden pattern
In every part
Of game of life
Of soul of art

Choices

When Evolution
Worries
Gets nervous
What calms
Fears and
Her nerves?

 

Ruminate

The bigger I
May ruminate
On me
The one
The incarnate

Inner Sweet

Crystalline honey bees
Swarm in me
Buzzing vivid desires
Fierce yellow flies away
In green bright light
To parlay with yellow flowers

Ask the Invisible You

Animal quicken
Aware of being
The more complex
The more fun to
The invisible you

Jiggle

It happens to me
It jiggles my soul
In six ways I’m free
But mostly it’s stole

Hideout

Hide out
Look around
Feel the earth move
Inner sound

Blur

Translate this juicy blur
Of pristine seconds
Minutes that somehow were
Gone and here forever

Alive

The sound of expectation
Purring in my chest
Thrill beaming out my face
Swish of secret breath
My body feasts on being
Laughter in my step

Out of Sync

Clean

I’m editing my life
For twists
For readability
For clarity
All clean
Without removing
Character and
The dirt I mean

Ten

To be a friend
To write my own way
Have meaningful conversations
Frequent deep play
To publish
To skate
To tell a new story
Get to sashay
Spend time alone
Worship today

A Place

The privacy
Of my heart
A blissful place
For me apart

Life’s Aesthetic

Seeing beauty
Feeling beauty
May be a skill
To any and all
Circumstances
Assign beauty
At will

Daily

When’s your
Invitation
To adventure
Every day?

Unseen

The wandering unseen
Felt and lived so keen
The thing
Shining in eyes
The moment
You realize

Today

Someday is a dream
A place
A living thing

Infinite

This infinite story
You choose to dive in
To become a role
And play it again

Fortune

For the tune or
Fortune
Being alive
Is music

The Life that is my life

I protest this life
I asked for
In my longing dreams
Life knows more
About my life
Than me
It seems

Vigor

Where does vigor
Go when it is gone
And takes rigor with it?

Fullness of Life

The flavor
In my mind
Pungent sweet
Divine

Waiting

Hunger satisfied
Lust for an instant sated
Fleeting moments
I didn’t live between
Instead I’d waited

A Self

What Self sees beyond
Chaotic fate
Breathing in life now
Every sigh
A clean slate

Manic Depression

My lofty aims
Fall through the sky
I collect them burned
Should I retry?

 

Living Things

Friendly vegetal Life
Gives life
In the language
Of health
Wispers peace
Flavor and beauty
Feeding the
Soul

Is Life Alive

Is Life alive?
Does she smile
Is Life in the air
Coming to life
In breath
Primping
In sunshine
While being
The sun

Hyperbole

The world
A Little
hyperbole
All fitted up
Strung
Unfathomable

Sincere

Can
Great purpose
Deep sincerity
Be
Mistaken
Misguided
Adding up
To evil be?

Mini Game

This giant
Word
So small small
Small
A flicker
There
Enlightens all

Stories

Unstitch the
Universe’
Broken
Sighs and
Hallelujas
Cut
Rearrange
Sew into
Beautiful

Like the Sky

Wink
Smoke
Out of
Your eyes
Or clouds
Sudden shudder
Deep sighs

Transformation

Minute transformations
Windswept moments
By and by
Chisel the look
Out of
Your eye

Virtual or Reality

 

Artificial hollow
Life-giving
Mechanical heart
Online roll-play
Gaming
Part death
Part life
Part art

Argument

My argument
Shifts
Unsettles
Bursts into growth
Disintegrates
Into
What everyone
Knows

A Moment

Daring
Wonder
Notice
Careing

Breakthrough

If I were me
If I were you
I am both
Who are you?

Personhood

The value
Of me?
Wait
Let me see
Is it steady
Or based
On
Meritocracy?

Graceful

Graceful
Death dances
Me
Twirling
Tripping
Laughing
Tears flying
Toward living
Toward

The World

A lab
A test
Of what’s
Ineffable
Test results
For courage
A blood test
For serenity

My Unmasking

Unclasping
This facade
I shake it off

Unfamiliar breezes
Tickle my
Face

Love to Disagree

Mix it up
Us who
Disagree
To care dilutes
The care
About
Beliefs

A Quest

Left behind
Unfinished
When I die
What if
I’m reborn?
I’ll give it
Another try

Game Dilemma

Between
A quest
A grind
Or afk
What to gain
This decade?
What enjoy today?

A Time

If I
Didn’t pretend
And
just show up
My life
would be
so
Less much
*

Feeling Ways

Slow panic
may congeal
Warm trust
Fires up
To become
What’s fluid real

Playing

Run jump
Splash
Into joy
Life
The game
Life a
Toy

Stylish

Stylish words
Or
Stylish clothes?
Both!

Silence

Wide silence
Breeze fills
My being
Happy

Waywardspirit, sidewalk

Hike

I took a
Hike into
My mind
A trailhead
Into Nature
Human unkind
Kind

A Feeling Place

Grinning face
Passionate
Writing
Coffee and Grace

The Meaning

Together
Feeling good
Feeling better
Together
Than you
Otherwise
Would

Pushing Through

Heroic slog
Slog slog slogs
These times
Sometimes

 

Change

Perplexed
hexed
Being reinvented
Fully digested
What’s next?
Next

Manic

Radical practical
As-a-matterfactical

Banter

A good zing!
Of wit
Brings out
The tart of the sweet
Side of it

Not What I Thought

Be the truth
Stump evil

Soul Charger

Is spirit
In me
Battery
Opperated?
Beep beep
Battery low

How do I plug in
To recharge
Whatever spirit thingy is?
I figure you
May
Know

Sandwich

A
Soul sandwich
Body bread
Mayo spirit
Want cheese?
Get
Mind instead

You Then, You Now

Elegant destruction
Magnificent while mad
Stillness in it’s offerings
To re-create
was had

Twinkle

Catch a twinkle
Anything’s an eye
As you adore and speak
Your heart
Inanimate things
Reply

Acceptance

Plop
I forgot
Sometimes
My feelings
Drop

Live

Take
The
Cake of life
And
Eat
It
Too

Slip

Oops
And eclipse
All I know
Up and flips

Waywardspirit, sidewalk

Morning Pages Out

I sat on it
The sidewalk
Doodling a bit
Of ink talk
Waiting on the
Wind

Sorcery

Is a melody
Alive

When it makes
You come
Alive
Is it
Magic?

Reproduction

Shiver a soul
Asunder
mitosis
Violence or blunder?

Fierce

A fierce affection
Is it
Cause and effect
Or elusive unknowable
Like soul things
That grow

Vice

I need this Wind
To make me
Happy
I need the smell
Of rain
I need
The sun’s glow
On my skin
I need my vice
Again

Tripping

 Life plays
In expert chance
Willing to live
Being the dance

Cheating Life

Cheat life
Cheat it
Choose
Suck up to death
Point my attention
Outwit
Lose

Curve

Confusing need
My mistake
With want
With love
With
Take
Take
Take

Practice

A soul is called
“The Witness”
Confused with
“The Creator”
What if each an
Artist?

Mini Game

 

What to me is obvious
All true
Isn’t even real
To you

World of Humancraft

Miniature gods
Not dolls
Gaming gods
Involved

Book Learning

I’m learning
Living by living
Life is
The book
The yearning

Thankful

Breath
Move grin
Grow a glee
Joepordize insanity

Feast

When youth is spent
Like currency gone
Enjoy the feast
You spent it on

Artifice

Smiles and eyes
Tell
These stories
Our souls
Devise

Process

Moon eyed
Exhale
Tune tried
So Frail
Brain fried
Prevail

Ever

Haunted by
A host of nothing
Silent chains of
nowhere never

Carry

Ether gels up
Like whipping cream
Making real
The fluid dream

Not

Love
Whatever it is
Confused
With dumb-struck
Heat
Need
Desire
A dream
Those sinister words
Reality used

It

I complicated it
with
A thin cut slice
of juicy wit
For
A simple bite of it

Knowlege of Good

Reach up into
A story tree
Pluck and bite
A story
See

Me Me Me

Another word
I so caressed
“I love! I love!”
I was
Obsessed

Connection

What’s above
The surface of
Below
What I know

Who’s truth?

Maybe
Can be
Twisty
When it
Comes to
My own
History

Laugh

If life
Is a joke
Who has got
The giggles?

Luxury

The greatest luxury
Purpose’s grip
Like love’s

Paint

My heart
Could use
A coat of paint
Cuz what is
Cuz what ain’t

Good

Stubborn poem
Won’t rub out
Stains your fingers
Wets your mouth

Praise

Praise glows
Like trust
Full of fairies
A magic dust

Cravings

Soft frayed reality
Mended with yellow thread
Craving some supernatural
To live outside my head

Rules

I wish I knew
The presence of
The muse
Deeper than I feel
The firmness of
What rules

Profound

Desire for sublime
This need for some profound
The tartness of serenity
Could make the world
Go round

Good Life

Life without apology
Condemns my physiology
Till I die happy

Political

In a dramatic world
Of pennies and lies
Each pebble of truth
Bricks compromise

A Feeling

The Wind
Has got
My back

Being Held

Life of my life
Flows unstoppable
I flow gently with it
Relaxing allowing
Sweet new beginnings

 

Queen Crisis

All the finest
Story jewels
Only adorn
Crisis

Invisibles

The you and you and you
Elusive different
Yet the same
You
The invisible you you you
Sometimes argue?

You

Your friendship
To me
Sanctuary

Clockwork

Draft the clock
To work for you
Tickle it a bit
Treat it with compassion
Or you will
Work for it

Storyline?

Punishment
Turbulent
“When you are betrayed You go to hell”
A feeling place where
What I accuse can breed
So I may live what I judge
Next life
This way
To then succeed

What If

You slowly sink into Life
The Life that is your Life
Whatever it is you are
You are alive
In it
It may be
Aliveness
Wellness
In you
In me

A Habit

A way of being
I belive
The drastic
Practice
Utmost challenge
Feeling
Carefree

Fill the Room with Your Joy

The color of joy
Joy’s depth
May be pigmented
Joy’s spaciousness
Carved out
Filled first
Created expanded
By corrosive sorrows

Feasting

Ripple rhythms
Taste the breeze
Smell this moment
Read beauty
Hear your name
Unclench Desire
Feast your attention
Satisfy

Human

I am
frail
here
I am
powerful beyond
frail
here

Invisible Game Peramiters

My drive to find
Shared augmented reality
To see what we want to see
Might already be
Programmed
Gamed maybe

Blindfolded or Bored

Surprise
Cooks in hot
Huge Vats of
Unpredictable
Surprise!

Monster Under My Bed

Razor chains dragging horror
Swirled in toxic fumes
Gas ball oozing regret and hate
Chased me out of my room
Nightmares Devoure my dreams
How do I know
I wasn’t caught?

Stormwalker

Pet the storm
kiss the wild sky
Play the wind
You fall inside the rain
Rolling with that thunder
Dance into the hurricane

Worth Seeing

Higher stakes
Restacked odds
Character testing
Twisted plot
In real life
enthrall your soul
At the edge
Bitten nails
From your adventure
Journey movie

Un-Invite

This fear driving
Is the guest
I invited

High Joker

My own usual
Thinking story habits
Ways of cowardice
Till I name them
Beat me

Alive

Interest and attention
Keep me alive
Meaning caring
Build my home
Animals like me
Create this world
I water the desert
With my heart

My Souly Thingy?

What if it’s
A movie making team
Plot twist stirrer
Setting up and recording
Making sure I don’t get boreing
Eventfull dramma
Meaning designer
Not keeping me
Under Glass

Fly

Liquid brain
A caterpillar
Staring new
It used to be false
Now it’s true

*

Dark Chocolate

Sips of twisty darkness
The taste of cool wind
From contrast to art
In each Frail
Vested heart
Broken open

*

Gospel

Forbidden urgent
Questions
Straight and narrow
Answers

Soul Food

Layers of lifetimes
butter
Ways of living
Syrup
Stacks of life
Nuts
Choose your flavor
Bacon
Multi-friuted lives
Whipped cream

*

 

Autonomy Really?

Sawing my invisible backbone
With a dull serrated knife
The heart of heart stuff
Lungs made of lung
Doing their own autonomy
Unaffected

Island

Self-made?
Self made man
Nursed himself
A person island

*

Magic Ingrediant

Gratitude is a substance
A thing not made of
Only expressed
In thank you
Chemical reactions
Feelings burned from meaning
A secret recipie
A drug

*

Pleasure

The spectrum of pleasure and pain
Each one side of the other
Horror to ecstasy
You can’t hold one
Without cuddling both
Honor to shame
Like all good stories
Evil’s designed into this game

*

 

The World

Us tourists gaze
At People Art
Horrrible beautiful
Living puzzled constructs
Dissasembled minds
Wabi sabi hearts

Paganism

Tiny water spirits
Conceived in every cloud
Born in falling drops
Liquid bodies rush
Through the air
Alive in this bottle
Shower lake and pool
Granting every flush

*

Water Spirit

A river animal
Yearnings in her waves
Dancing the bends
Falling down for days
Becoming the ocean
Manning the clouds
Can she wait
To be poured into a glass
Perhaps the ninety-eight

*

*

Then What?

Deprive my soul thingy
Of stories to collect
Of desperate choices
Dangerous encounters
Clashing wills
Dark nights
Triumph of wills
Irreplaceable loss
Implacable spirit
Brocken open hearts
Catalysts story arcs
Unexpected twists

*

See

My beautiful fences
My belifs
The gates are
Were I’m told
And where
I’m not


*

Soul Function

Prophecy
Quest Guide
Mystery
Feeding that
Story collecting
Soul thingy
Meanings
For spinning into
Golden understanding

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Voyage

Teleport
From the start of
A lifetime
To it’s end
Done
Woot!
*Quest Complete*

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Awe

Nudge
Reminded
This is real
Glory
Beautiful
Oh love
Enveloped
In magnificent
What
I am part of

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Full

Empty reason
Empty thoughts
Empty bottle
Empty pots
Empty eyes
Empty threat
Empty lot
Empty net

Companionship

I am Life’s
Companion
Life is always mine
Sometimes I’ve forgotten
So I feel alone

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Growing Up

 Culture tangos
Through yellow summer
Trips on growth spurts
Regression pranks her

She may not drown
Dying brain cells
Spill liquid light
Into nowhere

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Compass

I lit my heart
To to light your heart
Then aimlessly again I
Drift to
Art

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Perfection

An instrument
Desire
This scale
Twinkles
Measuring stick
Suddenly
To dare
Lightning breath
A tool
Application
Moments hung in air

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City

I am magnified
Unnoticable small
One of millions
One of one

 

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An Open Eye

People are asses
So diverse
Stunning breathtaking deadly
Acts of God
Just like our mother
Earth

Natural If

Walk a mile
In a aggressive snapping shoe
Fill in a human gap

Taste the bile
Catch a you
In your own natural trap

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Snuggle the Struggle

“I don’t understand hate”
Hate the euphemism for
All the crap
I didn’t get before
My sugary apathy
Hates back

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Rebuild People

Hate is a part
Of the human
Spectrum
Like the rectum

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Understanding

Once I do
Value value
Value
You

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Simplicity

Overrate simplicity
Again
Then
Look around

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Design

Mountains jet up
By design
Bored with Kansas
Explode red-hot paint
Lose the cool Colorado
Slash the canvas
On land and on psyche
Welcome to Oz

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StoryTelling

Embarrassing whipped into fascinating
Chemistry fermenting magic
Trasforms the fundamental
Value of matter

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Connected

Acceptance
Support
Appreciation
Approval
Attention Comfort
Encouragement
Respect
Affection

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Playful Acts

Waterfalls, playful

Rapids let’s go

Tsunami to survive

Placid expanses make you want

Hurricanes to come alive

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Surrender Igotchu Waywardspirit Art

It’s Got You

Smooth into it

It’s mine

For me

Flowing

The Thing

To fall back through

A childhood

Bumping blocks sliding beads

Holographic place like now

Intact overlaid with mes

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Rip

scratch and sniff sky

finally cracks

fragile brittle ripped

blue brown paper sack

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Star Crossed

Twirl a dash of purpose

Feel if full of dreams

Tuck it in the sky to sleep

Grow translucent screams

 

 

Understanding

Soap of time undid the smell

Aired out anger

Liquid distance

Shakes it loose

Splashed disappointment

All over this shirt

Washed in

The blood gone by

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receipe

A spoonful of circus

A dash

Some leaps

A laugh

Six joys

Pour out pink

Mix with noise

 

this theater

Magnificent

Orderly

Discord

Playing

Death out

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World of Personcraft

An epitome

Individual curiosity

Lotteried kill sets

Oaths fall-downs

warped twisted intact

Personality chosen

Sides

Level ups death

Playing me

Like you

Into some being

New

 

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May Come

Split destinies

Forked by choice

Creating worlds

Of story blocks

Apple pie

Of course and

Worse

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Face the Page

My wondering face

Faceing life

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Grain

Lifetimes in rings

Ancient wisdom

Under canopy

Saplings on flexible wings

Becoming wonder

Beings

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Shadow

Countless
Watch the shadows
While they are not seen
Patterns of the mysteries
Lives and In-between
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Living

Every lifetime’s a Phase

Leaping

From phase to phase

Lost and finding

Wonder

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Communion

 

Feast on dreams and verbs

 Round glows festivus

Burn your dreams for firewood

Plucked by minds to smell

A dream to bite and chew

Washed the etherial dirt off

shucked

Peeled

Cut into  bite size chunks

Chopped

sauteed

The flesh of juicy dreams

 Invite your friends to eat

Harvest more from your fertile souls

Surrender bits

 For composting

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