Turtle, Hare, and Flying Rabbit

Hare is already there
and Turtle hides in his shell.

When Turtle and Hare
were young they played many games
they grew as friends do
and they decided to find new lands together
and when reached the edge of the desert
Hare did boast that his skills were better
and he'd beat Turtle across the desert.

Before Turtle had a chance to answer
Hare had begun his race
of course Hare was quick
and well adapted to the desert
but Turtle slow had to stop
now and again when the sun got too hot
so he hid in his shell from the heat.

When Hare reached the other side
Turtle was there and said:
"Oh Hare you have won the race."
Hare said: "Hey how in hell did you beat me."
Turtle invited Hare into his shell
but Hare did not like that nasty place
but Turtle said it was the only way
he would know of the powers that helped him win.

Now the shell of Turtle was a relatively magic place
and it held the records of time
When Hare entered he learned of the power
and how Turle won the race:

Hare beheld Hare win the race
and when he got there he looked back
to see turtle dead in the desert
where Vultures circled his carcass.

Hare began to weep for his old friend Turtle
then he heard Turtle's voice say
come and enter my shell
Hare thought he was going insane 
but he went and entered the shell
and learned of the power of Flying Rabbit
and was able to master this power
when he awoke from the dream
he transformed himself
to Flying Rabbit and went above the desert
and each time Turtle hid from the heat
Flying Rabbit would chase away the Vultures
and carry Turtle a little farther and faster
and this is how Turtle had won the race.

When Hare came out of Turtles shell
he laughed and said "well done Turtle
we have won" and there was Flying Rabbit
and they all sat to eat a meal on the other side of the desert
and even the Vultures were allowed scraps
and they all danced to music of the land called
Flying Turtle.

Hare is already there
and Turtle hides in his shell.

Iceberg

The iceberg was there
and they all pointed
and a couple of crows stood proudly atop.

The iceberg got close
someone said:
"Is that a lawn on there?"
no one answered.

The iceberg got closer
and it bobbed so the crowd moved away
thinking it was dangerous.

Then this horrendous rent
sounding twisting metal
that what they feared was here.

The iceberg was deep, huge and wild
and tore apart their unsinkable ship
as each soul froze
in the life stealing waters
the iceberg began to melt like bitter tears
and all that was left was bones at the bottom of a hole.

A Horde that is Nomore

Surrounded and hounded and bound by a sound of a horde that is nomore.
Perplexed and vexed and trapped and taxed and skinned...
by an undisiplined
well plumbed city
where its waste is unseen--
so, unseemly is its destiny.

Plumed and assumed
in heart flexes the doom
soon to come
in matter that is batter;
see the ocean of the brains?

And an answer but too fancy
on the border the destroyer
dances coming as a friend
and transformer
no tears and pain and no mourners
for a horde that is no more.

Ocean's Dream

War torn
battle worn
dripping water erosion
sea of consciousness
wild waves battering to occlusion
heart of stone
surrounded alone
weird weather shake off
and laughter denile of
toxic water hereafter risen
above gills to lungs freezing
sea green glass Atlas
deluge of throne universal
darkness behold no Sun Moon
no Stars bright to blind unified mind
solid state Belial berate deride till bookends
welcome to Earth friends.

Enmity

Wander in the small patch of woods
to gather some to kindle a fire
to practice for a time
that is past.

Circle they in power of numbers
the pilgrims with candles
progess to a time
that is future.

Seen they who come in darkness
this fun must be hidden
in a panic time
instinct.

They who chase after profit
fish sticks to worship
the descendents
still battle.

But these roots they dread
hidden in him this head
past by the dwellers of darkness
poisoning the body and Earth
as the shaking quake
the illuminating snake
slithers past their laws
secure in the thought that Moon and Sun
can't compare to these boots
that dance in energy
of the seed
so bright and shinning
before the dawn
the gift of love
powerful perfection in a mystery
to be present
goodness gracious
the past without aknowledgement
and this fire
warms the Soul.

Reaping the Royalties

The green light from the cracked door
frightens and outrages the raze
of the cosmic rays
in to meaning less background noise.

Toys continue on the belts
and the assembly gathers in clouds
to reign the rain
outside children playing on their harps.

To accompany meaning and its sway
protuberant high caloric nutrients
cut down the weeds
and smoke ascends forevermore.

But coming again in this stream of consciousness
a conscience and a glane at scars
upon the flesh and the heart
to steer the oars of choice
to see the stars once more
to behold the open door
the green light blazing
and the welcoming with eyes closed
the dancing energy that holds the copyrights
to all the songs of the Lord of lords.

Monarch

Despite onlookers
in spite of the social mask
my eyes are fire
for with this fulcrum
the leaf ledge and lever
production of the lotus pad
for my hollow bones to rest upon.

Death and the judge
the Earth does run
and these pads are for walkin'
these cycles of patterns
kindled the fire
this motion and emotion
breath of blood filled oxygen higher.

Consciousness and the transfer of electrons
elektrum and the drum clouds of heaven
there the monarch sipping clear water
just to rest the butterfly effect
hot heat production
trying to be helpin'.

And this raiment
pulsating in green, yellow, & red
there does the cosmic truth sit
as she crawls up
in molecular machines
the proboscis striking dread
mind yourself & act natural
and to take flight one life flys
a long journey ahead.

Ashamed to Weep

And there I was entering the dark chamber
where filthy diseases and crookedness dwell
twisted wicked trees and foul bogs
but peace from men and judgement
expectations and tauntings
just solitude and the moon.


And there I sat reasoning and planning
fleeing from an ego that's suffering
head spinning from tales and rules of men
to keep the lines defined
and the money coming in
somehow I check myself in judgement
but my heart won't quit
and hopes that all who join in that which makes us weep
are destroyed.


Where has this enemy cropped up?
where is it's lair?
who devises the instuments that haunt me
that have fed me since birth?


Black & White
Dollar Signs
on the airwaves so solid and empirical
there are dimensions unreal
and the spectrum unseen
the sound vibrations minus the compact corpuscules
of oxygen, carbon, and nitrogen
imagine the emotion that burns away Earth
feel the fury that chases a former Heaven away.


And in here lonliness I pray
that to be prey to something wild
would be an honor
but in this barren womb
there are more packs of cigarettes
and more pride in politics
to fear a tick and a slow debilitation
to cut down the clover
and poison the dandelion
while children are starving...


Did you hear the thunder?
the octave of vengeance
the panic of holiness
in the face of defeat by wickedness?


Just silence
and the rustling of leaves
Angels speak
and I am ashamed to weep.

Birch

I silently approached her in the dark
and wrapped my arms around her
she held me on the edge there where I did not fall
her white skin shone in the shadows
the reflection of the moon
my hand slowly carressed to find the seems
then I peeled it off but not rough
now it kindles this flame
wet or dry just the same.

One

Now I assume it's Hume
and a discreet packet;
a short Planck;
a tic a tock--
it is a monk building knowledge
as he punches the clock;
it is meaning just rewards a to z;
it is the vibe that holds one down
and the love that pulls them apart;
it is the echo that resists the idea of the blasphemous door;
it is an octave and one hundred forty four;
it is the strings that are elecrtic on harp;
it is the wolf Fenrir that rams the heart;
it is the myth;
it is the law;
it is a simple repeating phrase that's all.

All Myths

First reading I see my face
like wandered in in dreams
undefined and cloudy ponder
on chaotic plunder
split wood generating heat.

Subsequent readings lines defined
well outlined and tangents stream
a mirror of objective fruits
picked from Earth's consciousness
ordered in allusions.

Mirrored light in geometric completion
molecules of soul confined
to heights unequaled in even Heaven
a convergence of knowledge of forgiveness
final reading I see my face.

Small is the Media

Let me pronounce and denounce public imagery in a few small words:
in extremes they are dreams and rarely appeal to the audience that's heard:
they fantasize and hardly realize their pontential in the world
for they are kept from the scene
by dark beings mean
hordeing all the worlds
to brighten their lives
by selling for momentary monetary fiscal rewards
at the expense of their kids and their kids' kids.

(errors and misspellings sold separately)

The Bustling of the Worker Ants

Fallen on this ball
but that not here to play
although just that for a season anyway
but only a brief season and a play at play.

Proper speech and an insight
reluctance to learn
open is what shall come
what you see is where your from.

Oh but there is so much to say
to appear as plumb and plump
fit and fiddling
swimming
like a butterfly sociallite.

Socially light but deep connections
weilding a sword
there
the stone hewn
masters wear the brand
taken down thousands
heart speech
properly let loose will decimate
false and formal sentiment
while out of the wilderness
this emotions contemplates
and burns great
to cleanse the relationship
to know where we stand
I am
and the birthright is fulfilled
where no men wrangle
over dots of i's
or the crosses of t's.

Porridge

An old soul laughs so deep
an even older soul feels younger
and the posture that prays for information
while it drops in the lap
like a scroll ready to be read
just brushed aside
to exclaim in a joyous dance of thanks.

Copies Write

Cops are out
and the copies right
I raise my fists
to mock a fight
but a black probe drops
out of the blue sky
to hand me a ticket
cause I disobeyed mine
these laws that formed
when the mirror broke
tongue protrude
for the death stroke
drumming up unseen spirits
out of hand this ticket is it
a circle around a c
gives me the deed
and the royalties
confined within this little puddle
the eddie self aware
sitting up on the tippy top
cast your eyes above
you power monger
war believer
pusher
see the sudden thunder
from your true place of origin
that came after you
to jump start you
to love evreything you've done
but make it new
look up
I am the One.

Investments in Thunderstorms

Like in a long drought

sudden unusual darkness

wind kicks up the dust

and thunder is approaching

flashes in the clouds

run for cover

or soak up the coming

of the storm outside the door.

Here there is a sentiment

that tortured emotion exercises

it sees the possibility

yet dwells in the midst of greed

seeking isolation it is told

its presence needed

and this holy grudge

meloncholy.

Absent in solutions prayer had won

alone bad son

music rises into the outer dimension

seen had been plain as day

rain comes again

and this pain.

Like regaining solidarity

hair getting long

flute in ragged condition

to play to the audience

the grip keeps sliping

and the wind is raging

small floods make the way

down the weeded paved roads.

When she can't be found

alone in riddle I sit

get on in business

to maintain this holy temple

with all excess baggage

the downpour washes

the grass downtrodden

and wine stains the clothes

with plastic and cotton shares

holding the facade that divides.

Grave situation seeking silence

upon the fallen stones in rhythm breathing

all narrow passages of air music hearing

all veal oil I in pasts of profit screaming

hyper vent restrictions of information forming

a barrier and a breakaway society sad

and adhere I place my offering on the altar

hoping in life sustaining returns and imaginings.

Humpa Dumpa

Humpa Dumpa sappa uppa'n a wall street...
Humpa Dumpa watcha'n da Dow Industrial plummet a fall...
Humpa Dumpa c'n no longer kappa uppa da Jones...
Humpa Dumpa cracka three piece suit in da fall...
all da horseless kings na all da horseless men
day rust affa da harm day bring pon dem all...
ba rump.

So Humpa Dumpa na round ta enforce proper English like law.

Flute in a Cave

The echoes I herd
and channel through the burrow
carry away my prayers
as if they were there
but to contemplate
an usure fate
and freedom of will to explore
I am determined
to abstract the lore
and all the laws the eddies provide
the clicks and the ticks of clocks
the caravan
and masses of rocks
where the melody
is sure to play
the basic entity
repeating
owning the deed and the copyright
sow the harmony
as time's dilations
reverberations
in plain frustrations
worrying on formal titles
waves and frequencies
the pipe is a bit too engaging
when echoeing
and not talking
or performing.

Protruding Sword

How is it you are well behaved?
When the bucket has dipped you dry.
How is it you are well oiled and paved?
When your conscience is higher than mine.
How is it we swim in the same water?
When mine is insane.
How is it we raise the same children?
When One is the king.

I for my part will sing;
you for yours will be answering:
"The Lord is with you...

right and left hands in the mirror are the same

Astro-Break-Up

Could only serve to precipitate an emotion so dense
it would collapse in on itself
and no amount of candle power would illuminate
this new star from far away
and it could only be called to approach singular isolation
in contemplation of past events and their horizons.

Spiritual Truth

Mating souls exposed
out among the starlight
pinpricks of blood
seep through portals pure
the mask enspaced
covers this race
that fights erotic allure
with tales of love and sin
to heighten this celestial tour.

Overtime

I was like a worm
travelin' through forty years
benefiting no souls but my own
because these truths are self-evident
and clear:
gonna feast on the majestic ones
and flesh of kingdoms
and when it's disclosed I'll need the fig leaf no more.

This is punish meant to amuse angels;
been workin' overtime for love for sure.

The Number of a Man

From the bridge facing west
there the spheres begin to set
they are larger than they appear
and strike deep fear
to the knees man is brought
an explaination sought
dissemblance god-like resemblance
the beast is dead
left is bone shards of the majority of its head.

Parallel Images

Wings wrapped around in mind
these parallel images of mine
the terror paralysis fairies try
to culture explainations just in time
but there aloft the city dwells
gates open like a broken wheel:
"We've come to ask just how you feel."

Expensive Slacks

There is an event horizon
where you look back to see
the children and a belly button
you feel still real
and just as you thought
that dawn had arose
there goes an engine
in hot wheels you chose
to change and altar the future
to make the present sacred
but your still here
cause love never goes.

Fractal Recurring Errors

These erroneous impressions in snow
are of Angels don't you know?
They are of Kings & Queens
and special things
like dawns before the light does show
making birds sing at errant hours
and innocence believe in childish things
but in the background there dissipates a laughter
calling home the mistaken ones
and their deeds that in shadows do dwell.

The Dread Road Sown Solid Alone

Slow the flute plays
as meanders the spirit
in currents welcoming
even the evilest of creatures
so innocent in my heart
they peep out wearing sunglasses.

But I cannot be concerned here in paradise
only following my own choice
to lift my head in a promise spoken
by so many that do not judge
this sentiment may it be sown.

Look here how the war does fade
and the laughter gradually grows aware
where blood is left only to stain
the unwise actions
of the adolesent beastly brain
concerned with technology and power.

There, up there
out there they ride by so fast
they've come of age at last
and have their matcbox
broom broom beep beep
tonka truck rusting deep
and the plastic wheels degraded
children in myths they faded
and a dragon feels mocked
but his strength is forever.

For the profits
growls the lion
owning the copyright
and the deed
drop a dime
no requests only dictation
for it is mine
self taught
self existent just as I
the dread road is rough young master
but its rewards are infinite.

The Gig

And them I call out
in the energy I hand up
existence comes down
to rustle the leaves
and the chatter of engines
steam the road block
such surprise curiostity
courage and indifference
the goose family they swim by
and the deer I shot at in rhythms
it was I alone
and it was understood.

So in jest to the shaman imagination
a request:

"One day during the hunt
if you could play the drums
and make all the animals come?"

a reply in jest:

"If you are that humgry."

The Temple II

Carrying carven staff
weight emmense
extraneous pieces hacked off
exertion in tapas
to arrive at the gate
of the temple.

Seated waiting
hearing the music
she says to me
"your staff scared me.
it reminds me of the chosen's
but we know this to be not true."
we waited at the gate
to the temple.

She continued to talk
but the music got loud
I took off my earphones
but still could not hear
saying: "I'm cursed."
she agreed
but then the deafness did fade
and I began to hear her
in my innocence
I assumed she resided
in the temple.

There were mighty men
performing wonderful physical feats
carrying heavy drums
up the path to the garden
moving with ease
in and outside the temple
knowing I was far from this
I asked her a question I cannot recall
then she blushed
and got flustered
thinking I proposed
I told her I did not
and showed her pictures
while waiting
for some response
from the temple.

A huge crowd gathered
and I lost myself
engaged in the work
overcome by the temple.

Repurchaser

As the world grows smaller
so do the battle fields
separated by borders
owned with pride
by banks
fences on the rivers
links in the deliveries
astrological simplicities
little people feeling taller.

Power over audio
singing in the mindless lobotomy
the punishment that comes from living
outside of the clicks and the cities.

The plots of land carved up
the turkey jumping to its last breath
and the endangered eagle
suffering from male pattern baldness:
The Thunderbird is coming...

hear the engine humming
purring like pussy coming
from viewing my monster fallacy
and my wild tongue rubbing
out the flesh from this corpse...

but imaginary this bird does fly
and it certainly ain't no phoenix.

Civil lies theory of mind rise
cease power once and for all.

Repurchaser.

Let Me Describe The Cherubim (Not Confined by The Nicean)

The Chair of Him:
upon which rides
the Bull beneath
bringing the bread
and choice things
the wood split
to burn the wound
from domestication.

Not unlike a wonderful Ferris Wheel.

The Chair of Him:
lofty up above
in the windy heights
spirals the Eagle
sight beyond
and behind horizons
the nest nestled
in Zion.

In heart of Earth the palm tree symbol.

The Chair of Him:
looking from the west
the Man lording over it
Atlantis, Aquarius,
Rome and New York
law upon laws and laws
he does talk and finds
delight in enforcement.

The bare skin of him merely innocent and childlike.

The Chair of Him:
ears in the Eastern Gate hear
the roaring of the maned young Lion
rumbling all heavens and earths
ubound by leaps in times
and fleshes and minds
the being crushing the laws
self generated depths and lofts.

Unretracted paws so soft groomed like diadems.

The Cherubim Jah Seen
in the Hebrew tradition
inherited by him
but non-nicene
just to touch upon
Shiva dwarfs the council
and dances on them
riding the bull he came in on
freeing from ignorance
the freedom of all the myths
for the living being.

Deception of Need

All the Mighty CEOs and their toads
scream in the hollow solid streets
and it echoes and reverberates
like baby children in training saying:
"GET YOUR LEMONADE!"

When the water is free.

Mama We Made a Special Day Just for You

When Mama rumbles you have no choice.
She will destroy your cities and silence your voice.
She doesn't have to acknowledge her rights
and in the graveyard She will dance tonight.

Time's Father (Sought Some Animal)

In each path there lurks an end
that stalks like Jaguar
with no intent to maim
or to just harm again
but to kill and feed its fill

so silent sits a Turtle
with ever so much to say
about decision and choice
and credit and responsibility
the student taps the shell
in question and answer
but in fear the head retracts in
then Blue Jay appears
screaming his way
taking back territory

Sun does set
and paths still are clear
Owl hoots dropping bones and hair
littering the floor of Earth who laughs
at Man plans

dawn does awake
Jaguar's not mistaken
and the shadow casts horns
in its place
stomachs growl then dumb dull thumping
hearing the knocking
he knocks and he knocks
channeling Earth laughs
Woodpecker somehow
steers the stalker's will to be wind
cold and harsh
it seeks shelter

to pass in Man mind
rains on high
watering the devilish bed
where tears once adhered

in midheaven neither infinite
nor infinitesimal
to wonder begins no decision
and ends no choice
the Infant path
when water breaks
death's door does bathe
changing the prison
the solidification
the judgement
and none neither escape
nor grow farther than Father
dancing while awake.

Lots of Riches

Intensive research
refined by the master
redefined by the fire
taking over

what have you got?
bring that judgement
keeping them in business
fear of death done

Care for torture
worst case senario
in darkness
lobotomy
something takes hold
the victim becomes king

pierced cut by lovers
in heart a wonder
of wonders
this will destroy everything
burning death
$$
 ^
 ~
dead
cha ching
chi choice
revenge
refined gold molten
see theonepattern
repeated infinitely diverse
that is not the beeping of a alarm clock
it is the cheering of a great crowd

just one voice
owning the copyrights
and getting all the royalties
who is the richest?

The Wonderous Dam

And here they say there are enemies
an unlikely guide under the stone
and in the path the splash
at the sandbar decision
to cross the road

smooth the water torrents down
and the mammal I cannot avoid
in this hunger and deprivation
like a pet I speak what I told:

"We are lonley
for there is only our kind
and the bridesmaids
await to answer the impulse
to cast off time
and as to approach
they scatter for fear of our spirit
knowing it's our home."

The master smacks the tension
with the paddle
upright and fodder for thought
climbing towards
just a word spoken in ease
and the turtles become protected
leather foot dross thorn worked out
through active participation in spirit
learn not to egnore the base struggle
the silly childish issues
that truth calls
onward toward the hairy pond.

Like the nuclear blast
working on the trees
building warm homes
for ease of friend and families
a testament to forgiveness
into the extreme suffering end
just this case to be said:

"We are lonley
where are you?
They run from us
we are just
deprived and hungry
on this soft moss
in lotus I wonder
what lights the clouds
from just beyond my border
you snowball
you melt in seasons of cycles
where are you
this pool so ancient
perfection in its delicateness
in its ephemeral waver
flickering
these tears give off scent
of your feigned unawareness
or was it just a lesson from a new friend
in childlike joy slapping
Beaver signals
in reflection purterbate
as to how many there really are
yet:

We are alone."

One pond holy
in bound no bounds
a paradise
wonderful subconscious
natural endless dam
wonderous beyond
wonder
because written is the deed
but unaccumulate
into freedom is one.

Atoms (Corpuscles)

The vast chain of particles
in miniscule stretches uncertain
one upon another had come
to observe all knowledge
as it is called upon and seen fit.

In extreme isolation in on itself
eating fruit, tearing the lion,
suckling milk, and building honey
the judgement had come.

In water time cleansed
and in fire inhale smoke
enlightenment inspiration:
accept malediction in uncertain
to be forever auspicious
...dance...

Shhhhhhhhhh

Got the muzzle.
Playing with puzzles.
Childhood haven.
Spirit unshaven.
Got to riddle:

Slackers in shadows of dusty hooves time racing for checkers and profitable games.

While waiting.
Mirror dancing.
Jasper city: antennae.

Grasping

Stretching
Reaching
Echoeing
something

Chaotic borders
about yeah thick
crossed by consiousness
fallow infernal lies
theory of mind
hyper active hypothesis
over active imaginings
web service
spider.

Dates and dining
ends and becomings
reflections on this
what I was
while I am
death slough off
this dingy mess
this theory ununderstandable
unity more than mere thought
grasping stretching
money making
kings of flesh
stomach growling.

World views unattainable
here is what I be
and to the master dictation
hand on stylus
spinning needles and moments
generational crossing
ancestral descendents
lies
theory in mind altering
like galaxies spirialing.

Just one small thing:
I own the copyright
and
I get all the royalties
Look!
Lo!
Behold!

That mote of molten gold at my feet!
Do you even have a crown to cast at me?

In life grasping
In death dying
This is what is coming.

Written In Stone

The angled minds of men
like chipping tools
with agenda
forming tribes and cities and nations
currents in the sea
eddies cropping up against me
setting your army
in the midst of me
but in shadows
where you cast yourselves
for the glory of your leaders
your idols
is the true accomplishment
the treasure only I will see.

The Evening Star

Conception indivisible

invisible behind the soul

come to reach the cusp

forming like sponge

information to last to see

around to visibility

in a core of corpse cycling

wishing to be in evening

a spider walked up to me

and laughed at my complexity

it was part of me

pointing:

"You dog you can

I'll kick you down

crawl up the sprout

then down and out

stories of rain

fire

what have you

back to opposed you

palm due

radial symmetry

do you know even an eighth of me?"

Here be birth again to me.

Been Workin'

I'm returning to the blog the 29th of March 2011
00.38.08.27

I Can't Fit In Your Cranial System

...do you know my codename

for when your disaster takes place

wise and prudent mighty men

you had better call out for Kool-Aid!!!!!...

All Is Truistic Only if All Is Truistic Back

I say I burnt my lips
on a civilized red hot coal
and left some footprints
in words that read:
"One for All and All for One"
and the thunder
broke the Oak asunder
burning all the levels after and before
and the voice from before and after
was new all along.

Them Who Have an Ear Let Them Hear

It is no wonder
that the Earth turns so slow:
it is resting on a turtle.

It is the turtle that called out
and the big bang occurred.

And it was to all the eggs
in the sands on the shore
that came before this one
that it was calling to.

The Nonremeberance of The Heavy Egg

Here my absence is heavy
and my ignorance shame
the lack of understanding jealousy
and to that it falls the blame
for who is to say
what imagines this being
and who is to sway
what is alien to passing

Here is the new knowledge
only inferiority can see
down on the lowest
is cast such sight
and laughter abates
in solitude it grows
and echoes across
till remains
still corpse
at end of the roads
on the oak pole
that which had fallen
into rotten dreams
and rebirthed fables
from fibs of children and the bribe
for bids on the bib the heavy egg called

So in thunder asunder
I say to the leader of all
sacked this sacred grove
the keepers of words
and copyrights
catch this lightning
if you can
and contain this wonder
if you feel mighty man
pass to rest
and on to banter
the holy druid that no law remembers.

Dreams Have Passed but Yet to Come

Her voice was soft
and the question bizzare
her tears were profuse
and the palms of her hands hard

I saw the green all around
the beginning of a new season
it was hers
it was ours

it took some time
but the image vivid
an angel said:

"Dreams have come to pass
but are yet to be."

...in all the colors
he stood staring
at the wonderful lark
who jumped twig to twig
as winds spiraled through

seeing things that were not there
and hearing sounds none could hear
like a close caress some lips
thrown at him
admixture of visions
and beats of heart
like thunder and lightnng this time she said:

"What is the shovel
and what do you dig?"

for deepness and knowing
hardened I knock
hair keeps on growing
and time does not stop
I riddle I hide my choicest delights
for few look to see this night
and my hands are free and ilde to speak
to burn these bushes isolate conversations
digging for wisdom that none here will benefit
for pride haunts them
because my will is strong
and them I can't outrun
no really
I dig for your heart
my love.

My hand was wet
and her hair bore scarlet
and overcome by some spell
the season had come
the threshold
the harshness will peak
sleep.

For if I could I'd breath over this corpse
like a wild lion from some myth
I'd roar and animate atoms
to spring a nest
like a wonderous wonderful city
and we'd take a breath
and there'd be no ease
experience could compare
no joy to contain the urge
to dance in the light of energy unreal
you'd be like some Queen
and I a King
like that of the forgotten land
but there we'd blend in
for there is no pride more
than in that corpse that gave birth
to the city of love
there in time it weeps
and back bending wiping the tears from our eye
some elderly imaginative father
battling harm again and again
in pride of his silly creation
that to unleash the grip
would burn all before
and there we'd sit
enthroned in love
dancing forevermore.