I'm just as pleased to Hunt as I am to release the Doe and Hart...so you can be sure, I am not disappointed in the disapproval of others. As for me, I've decided not to let them Go from out the sight of my Arrows, and train my judgements upon the Moment well disposed to catch them fleeing.

I'm sorry that my poetic distraction proved too much a point of failing value for some...it was not my intent to frustrate. But, I am more patient than you may have guessed to abide what I know of Trial and Temptation. You may have known as much, in that I believe I estimated your Counsel well, not depriving them, or you, anything of what I know of the Heart.

I know, in Fact, many ways to perform the same Thing which others value for Understanding or Revelation or Healing, though it would not surprise if the Counsel you mention could argue otherwise. Again, it does not matter to me much nor thwart what I intend of my own Will and disposition, no apologize or justifications offered.

Perhaps some would be surprised how well I except Judgement and Accusation. In truth, I know that such binds another to me, for which cause, in part, I offer the opportunity for them to perform as much, which you yourself have not failed to own. This may, or may not, be a piece of good fortune or emblem of perfecting esotericism; but here again, it matters to me little.

However, here is something which I remember and will not let slip from my attention:

"However there is at least one entity which you house that is adversarial to our productivity, thus will not be allowed participation."

I must say, because it inspires this note, that this is a bold piece of Assertion. Whether YOU allow or not is quite besides the point, as I make no claim upon your favored Company or Counsel. But what I do lay claim to neither you nor another can thwart me in, and such is Mankind. Perhaps it would have meant something to the Counsel had they considered this before pressing me into confirming what I already know is the stuff of Discernment as regards the just dispositions of men. As I have received from them as much Judgement I am better inclined to pass onto others, my fellows, flock of caverned abusers: shadow men.

Having considered November well since last we spoke, I've been persuaded that it's too much a shame to waste what implements I have spent so long perfecting just to set them aside into the Vaults of my own Treasures, unused. Rather, for splendour of wonder I think they may better serve in Memory of Wrong and fitting Salutes to the Tears of Family too long crying for Remedy. I hope you don't misunderstand this as more than a mere choice, having reflected upon the State of the Whole affair. I am not so much determined that I cannot turn again to simpler ways and more graceful expectations, but I am satisfied that this Orientation is Just and Appropriate, such that I only think you deserve to witness the gathering, Moral Tumult. Serve as you may, and them your Counsel be satisfied in what may be performed for while yet is disposed...I wish well, truly."

Ainu

 

 

PART II

THE VOYAGE OF ICE, WATER, AND AIR

JANUARY 26, 2004

 

 

 

I'm gonna rend a little slip in the Veil tonight

upper North West sky, behind my Pyramids

look for it by 4am

it glimmers till then, and sways to the Solar Winds...

a guess

how to start

the Turbines

and keep running

all the while

pure, clean water

as a 'fuel'

and making

not so much

as a single

bubble of air

nor separate

H from O

nor oiled to spill

save Emerald squeezed

from Photo Synthe

of Heat and Pressure

no expiration though

but Tears of Life

born in form

like unto carbon

steady formed

in web of lending

each on each

a joined whole...

Epiphany

I had a wife once

when I was younger

and knew her

at first sight...

it was quiet

comfortable in family whispers'

coffee, grandmas loved

and would not forget

I embraced

like a worm

into the apple rind

crying and scraping

don't leave me!

and they wrenched

us apart with tears

and awful wonder...

then grandma gave dad

a Morgan Silver Dollar

where in Trade

of 1800's

quested East

into the Rising Son

their Golden Child!

(and I remember that Night

their Santa Clause

who showed me not his Eyes

but hid behind them

jolly at my Fright

as he Laughed

my Mother’s cooing

leave the Child alone

he does not like this hiding

nor the clacking

of your crew

though comforted here

pleading

in our arms…

go thee away

while in the former

how leave him here

to his mother’s son

our daughter, his own?

handing over instead

the Silver Token.

O

Ainu

I am awake

but I thing, somehow

still sleeping...

grab my hand

and shake

the links

of seeming...

twist and turn

the knotted screw

in sight of reaming...

learn to burn

the rotten dews

in flight of reeling...

acorn nuts

tortoise shells

heavy lots

poppy bells

broken lime

red-grass leaves

sweet-grass weaves

keeping time

in the breeze ...

sweet clay traded

river dells

winds abated

forests tell

push the sunrise

garner well

flit the sky

all doubt repel

destined time

for you

grit and grime

polished true

yesterday, for a moment

man, then of age

the growing portent

of a Natural Sage...

loose the self

in a morning star

tweak and pelf

the hem of your beloved...

blink of an eye

sun gets high

verge the sky

to all bestowed...

sailors row

unflinching why

as honor raised

upon the pyre...

winds and rain

and tempests blasts

cannot bewail the sparrow

when all of pain

wrested from the grasp

of praise besets tomorrow!

still building my shipyards

feeling soooo sneaky

not like a thief

but cat

prowling the shadow...

chimpanzee sneeze

too brief

enjoy the spat

howling to the hollow

fish and chips

with a postcard

in ease

to the backyards...

table and urn

water and wine

all is learned

tressed to a T

no mere postcard

addressed to see

but the backyard

praise and glee

where the garden

in the rising

hopes to be

and the warden

fit for tying

prays to leave...

I got my lover

in the motion

dedication, devotion

turning night to day

the Walk

the Waltz in Stride

Front Feet

it's hard to lose

but Heartache

is best to prove

and here comes Johnny

singing-

he's got the action

the motion, devotion

turning night into day

singing of trouble

and strife...

then do the Waltz on bye.

 

Horizon bells

don't they want to see?

Like Moses

parting the Sea

is the Holy

taking Power over me...

don't they want to go

to the refuge

of the soul

sometimes to show

how to breathe

golden whole

and sacred reverie...

baking now

waiting for truth

the bells

total honesty

no difference

all is seen

all tells

amazing days

along

it's evolution...

so to prayer, a wish

shelter from the night

warmth for my feet

in the breakdown

of the fight

following me.

 

can you see the Moment

when I call

something to rely on

feeling inside

what went wrong

not proud

to be right

like an island

all alone

not too strong

no less of truth

but tears

down the cheek

to love me long

be there for you

as for me

when all alone

I know how it feels...

world on our shoulders

not to be proud

more right than we need be

or be strong

or bold to see

they can trust thee

when they know

the truth

is gonna hurt them

not just standing there

to say nice things

nor to push down

but you will

take them

Granted

and All Will

bowl them over

with Love

and Astral Babies

...

my Horses are neighing

and my barns are full...

the Owls are praying

and mice lull

all together

forever

the beat of

just hold on

sweet midnight folding

music inside you

be there too

dreams coming true

feels so good

crying

me and you

spread these wings

flying

show the feeling

spend the reeling

river enfolds

life is told

turns to music

all we ever lose ...

hide the Jesuit

making is spruced

let them know

what the night can do

and be happy

to let it brew...

they don't know

breakfasts served

let them know

what the night can do.

 

Anchors on the shoulder

ropes upon the chin

no one

no one

ever is to blame...

build the mansion

but don't live in it...

fastest runner

but don't win

if you want her

and she wants you

walk over the world

no one

no one

ever is to blame...

see the Southern

but can't reach it

last piece of Puzzle

stubborn Lines to fit

still feeling the pain

but ask the Clouds

and loss runs down the drain

as no one

no one

ever is to blame.

 

where you going, there

why do you want to?

she said-

there's the one

I love the most

and stars

are not far behind...

I didn't care

but run my hands

through her dark hair

and prayed god

let her help me

fly away

when tears

fall down like rain

and us sin

if it eases our pain

to go

and walk out on day

to let it be...

wake up

not more alone

say

be back someday

look up, sigh

delay

and sun tomorrow praise...

I tried to leave

cried so much

could not believe

she was the same

when I fell in love

so long ago

when she held my hand

and let me cry

tears falling

like rain

for it eased my pain

to let her go

and be free...

I let her cry

as her tears

fell down like rain...

I let her sing

for it eased her pain

to let me go

and be free...

calm to the caravan

matter for you

trimming the Horizon's line

treading the simple truth...

guess the circle

while I'm waiting

for my fuse to dry.

 

sometimes they beg

sometimes, much more

though I'm bigger

than my body

gives me credit for

skinning the seal

or trimming lamps

never a clock to turn...

some day

to fly

to soar

some day...

they'll faint

sometimes, much more

for I'm bigger

than my body

gives me credit for

bigger than my folly

though seeming more...

Ages tangle in the Power Lines

over in a circus style

down in the frame...

ok, if that's what it takes

to remember my Name

waiting for my fuse to dry...

someday I think

someday, much more

for I'm bigger than my body.

 

now Cruising speed...

have you felt the wind

blowing on the Main

and faced to win

heroic deed upon the spray?

there it goes

moving across the water...

there he goes

turning the world around...

it's the last part of the deal

lay the heart on the line

breath when we breath

listen to the breeze

color me

show me the signs

this time...

who else will bring

the golden arrow

diamonds and reign?

there he goes

moving across the water

there it blows

turning the whole world around...

feeling what I feel

seen what I see

cop the mystery

meet you

by the Witness Tree...

leave the World behind

crawl where you crawl

get to you

if I have to bawl

announcing the sublime

my cry-

who else is gonna bring you

diamonds and rain?

then blows

moving across the water

it is gold

turned my whole life around

an answer

through the long

and painful fight

too caught up

with pain

for many words

to offer

trying

but sunk so low

missing

though better

none should know ...

turn of soul

heart of old

but I'm young

can shift the Course

the past undone

but reveals

the lonely light of morning

the wounded hope

that groans to heal

falling

sunk so low

missing...

better none should know-

is torn the soul.

 

they meant to take my hand

when nowhere left to lure

lost my friends

turned, embarrassed

one slip, misstep

before you know it

it seems too daring

no way to be redeemed

though I've missed them

better they should own

to come near here

and kiss the soul...

you there

with the sad eyes

beware, and bear

the raging skies

and confound it...

true colors

are beautiful

like a rainbow

shows a smile

making happy then...

remember when

last time we laughed-

take what you can mend

then call me up ...

I'll be there

my true colors

shining through

not afraid

to let them show

true colors

beautiful

Water and Ice Bridge

like a rainbow...

when I last saw you laugh

the world went crazy

and I took the half

kissed mercy

our true colors

shining through

not afraid

to let them show

true colors

beautiful

like a rainbow.

 

there's no one plan

no one stands

but needs to be free.

 

All aboaaaaaard!

Our Ships have come In

I sent a message

over a week ago

and posted two of the 5 groups on Ainu

Luther's Anna Verse Airy...

hope you don't mind

but I showed him your Mural

of the Dragon Hero

now it's your turn

go find him

bring him back

or us to him

(Speaking of Joffre’s Friends in Brittany or Parisian Studios)

Master Masons

Geometric Princess's

Golden Child

Fairy Queen

Orbs of Light, All

Duke of Meissen

Knights of the Emerald Order

Elk Lodge Foundries

LO!

Madame Chevalier, duPonts

Cousins of the Orange

In full array

and Mary

Queen of Scots

Pouring from Open Goblets

Crystal Raised

Georgian and Elizabethan Sovereigns

Victory Praised

Hammer wrought

Generosity Sang

and all the Lands

by Sea Embraced!

here is the Generosity of U

that I ever wish

and dream upon

in fondest expectation

dreaming still

and dropping tears

in fame of fortunate friends

more wealthy than mere gold

but lathered in the Milk of Embracing

ever embraced

beautiful Script

fully alive

Banker's Hands

or Writer's Bands

in Trumpet of Word

and Vision of Heart

a Lover's Paradise

and Demon's Hell

more Sound to Tell

like ringing a Bronzed Bell

Liberty

not too Broken

still ringing True

and ever yet espied

for Venture and Contest

and Song of Heroic Worth

to move Us

every Time.

 

I wrote up once

Incorporation Papers

had posted at Goals of Awareness Editorials

which I got rid of a few months

after I posted it all

which took about six months to perform

just from the get go

...fun though

took it down

too grandiose for the Mob.

ha!

 

that's what I said

when I cracked Lead

into the Brain of gods-

ATU MIENSKE!

running through the Woods

to catch the falling Sun

that last Night in November

when I strung

my Pyramids

and said beforehand

to the Groups:

Such comes

but do not ask

to see

my dark Pyramid...

Shipboard Passage

for September 10

in London

after which

we go live

where we belong

and no more wander

in shoe closets

or bathroom stalls

or trickling streams

around the barn

in hope of all we are

and what believing means…

all we dream

falls on me

the beautiful sky

and light you bring

or songs we sing

wends upon the lees...

Spooky spends almost every waking minute

when my Sister is not around

just sitting or laying or licking, near me

statuesque and dignified

patient and yearning

comfortable and snoozing

friends for petting

rugs for rolling

hands for caressing

lips for whispering

ears for hearing

skin for breathing

blood for pumping

sighs for loving

tears for everything

and love, in-between...

Sail on, O Gleam of Faith

and Venture yet the Seas

in Quest of All, admired

of ancient Rocks

and lush rosary!

 

now the Sailor's Voice

and Wind Born Wishing...

took my Gorilla Sentry down today

felt it best

to move his Bronze

and splay out the Copper

at the Doorsill

of the Inner Court...

I keep my Head to the Wall

and Face

Opposite Inner Sanctum

where my Work Bench is

and my Hands

here I am

in Concordance

sow the brickyards

driest in gold Vale

gray Waist on Limbs

and red Cap

wresting from the Day

in Company of Air

and Light embracing

pleasant Moments

moving still

by dint of secret touches

bending the watery hills

in wish of Ministry

for where it lends

and how Sound

even in Thought

Resonate courses

Depth Perception

there...

I cleaned the One Chalice

poured out the Treasure

of Venus

took the Other

poured out the Hope

of Nations

now sort the latter

or, better yet

let them shipboard swabs

suck up the loot

and dare not loose

between the Onyx deckboards

a single trinket...

HERE is the Sign

in Hold of Some

which they call All

shall Appear

a Frozen One

among the Tepid

and on it's Icy Steel

build up the Mountains' Visage

winding the Wind to Heighten

and dressing the Field

with Laughter

Calm as Dawn

Drop Icy Dew upon the World...

and this is the Confession

of Experience

face to Face

Our Echo

that they may better Gleam

when I send them back

in Toast of Olympic Virtue

where yesterday they set

too proud of worth

than to suffer

Dust of Time

which now I clean

with Water and Fire

waving or flying on the mean

and every number leaned

to smug and dried out husks

of seedlings

and snake skin molting

blessing as the Hull

for strength and believing.

 

a Scottish, Music Friend

who just finished her second Album

is interested

in our Studio...

maybe wants to see closer

what we are doing

and how she may

lend her Musical Script

to our Venture....

what do you think?

(See celt voice link)

 

my honored Crystal Goblets

in sight of Venus

stand the furthest corner on the North

away from the Central Plaza

of the Inner Court

almost directly facing, but for the Walls

the Holly Wreath and Lumination Stone

my Family Hung

upon the Lintel

of the Inner Sanctum

where I most prefer to sleep

on my Couch.

 

HAHA

not full already?!

now that's a problem

all should have

"Oh, enough with the kisses

all ready

haha...have you lost your mind?"

 

Now all is set in Order

Copper Queen

and she sits pretty

ear-ringed blessings

of a Brutal Contest

she left aside

when Wisdom spoke

and did not allow

Beauty chide or chided be...

I have my playwright Works too

which I haven't shared

with BeingQuest

or U

my Stonegyre...

gonna investigate

and wonder

what Visions

we may Inspire

all of us

in

Sculpture

Paint

Word

Music

maybe even

Campus

some Day

when Quest Academy

is fit

seeking men

with aneurisko

Yahoo!

 

you're off to bed

with wafts of gentleness

on your cheek

and warm blankets

on your brow

moist massages

for the lips

and ear coils

watered and warm-oiled...

now may you see

the Rainbow Bridge

for what it is

and not some Figment

which most learn late

or not at all...

a Sea Born Defense

of Proud Heritage

and Dauntless Will

which love and grace

is friendship, your way

though understanding

falters

like Horse in bridle

how to best, always perform

that which you know.

(Jan. 24, 2004 1730)

 

I charge you with something

which may you perfect

and none avoid

of Accusation...

but

I charge you-

let no one

pretend the Hearth

against me

nor mock

the sacred Voyage

for I keep Naiads

and Neptune himself...

let them think

well before

they believe Fire may quench

the Deep of Water

or expire, by heat of Memory's insistence

what Rocks

and Waves

and Air

knows of Tribulation...

I see Mountain Side

and Vineyard Fields

I see Cliff Hanging Vine

and Templed Stone

I see Sunrise

and Moon Ice, older than old...

what do you see

Jack Flash sat on a candle stick?

 

as Fire is the only thing

Satan understands

singing

This will be the day

that I die

and sang the blues

for food

but we all said

the music won't play...

children screamed

lovers cried

poets dreamed...

then the Holy Ghost

caught the Air

for the Coast

the day

the darkness lied...

it is Present

by too many, unseen

a lift and resonance

of one, the wealthy gleaned

Lords and Ladies...

do U know what I Mean?

they stood there, silent sentinels

hardly noticed

I held back my tears

And said-

I found another Place

just left me

had nothing to say

dandies, yes indeed

but now they are free

ya know what I Mean?

been days

since I know when

but I spotted her

with my Friend

yesterday, learned

how to say-

do you know

what I Mean?

Lovely Child

then I scent

upon the baking wind

bread

and milk

molded like a bed

and tinkling wines

from cellars lofted

in praise of Venture

the living heart whispered

and set to drifting

more life, evermore composed

the perfect Form

golden Shields

of Wheat Grass ramblings

or Basket Trembling...

noble Tears

neither wait nor wonder

how I may expire

upon your grand worth

but think, beforehand

to check my tongue

and display

only thought

in fixed enterprise

of smashing waves

and Rocks of surety...

but future dreams

that' the key.

 

All is well

just drawing up

the Line

or is it Lion?

tamed

is the Black Empress

at my Feet

or in my arms

lovers breathe...

perhaps I'll awake

a muchroom Field for you

and you may dance

patient around the Force

and kiss your sisters

as you have kissed me

with loving true

no bit dismayed, here

still working

not in terms of

what I may need

but freely

living.

 

kinda Uppity, eh?

55325 is my zipcode

0096 appended...

had Mercury Cruise Missals

at my left-hand

all Nuclear dells

Flourishing

like sheep in pasture...

but no more

and my Field is Raised

Shepherd of the States

Native Prince

Indiana's Chief

Hiawatha's Crown

Longfellow's Song

Great Lakes Ladies

Mountain Queen

Servant of the North

Captain of the Lee

Park Avenue, Electric

Quest Academy

Paradigm Printing

Goal's Books

Wisdom Films

Vision Gallery

Assembly Aviary

Water Work Aquariums

Aborigine Cultures Museum

let's start there...

 

my Gear Wheel of Steerage

mentioned

hooked to the One, Great Wheel

remember

my little Nut Cracker

Gyroscopic Eucaryote...

in the Aviary

we have

first or last

Cardinal Virtues

Jay Hawk Cawing

Gold Grosbeaks

Pintails

Loons

Rose Breasted Grosbeaks

Scarlet Tanagers

Robins

Thrushes

Finches

Warblers of every Stripe

Flickers

Pileated Peckers

150 foot Birch Trees

Turkey

Grouse on every Hill and Dale

Prairie Chickens

Roosters everywhere

Bandies Cocking

and in the Rivers

Trout of every stripe

doodling along

Otters

Osprey

Northern Lights

Moose

Caribou

Grizzly Mountains

Steep Carapace

Eagle Wings

Bilfrost Bridges

Pearly Steeps

Onyx Balustrades

Bronze Battlements

Lazuli Brocades

Silk Striven Halls

Little Boy Blue

Man in the Moon...

that's why

I need

my

Cutter

both for Ice

and Wood Rubble

in Flood of Oceanic Tides

Solar Winds

Cutter of Solar Ice

Moon Bent Frost

and more

Cutters

of every stripe

All Hulled

Steel or some

for Festival

hand hewn woods

Black Forests felling

Ruby Palisades

Staffs in Arms of Gold...

here is Reverence

either bowed in Prayer

or Admiring Humbly

from Dark to Light

Visible as the Dawn

Subtle as the Night

Substantial Thought

Old and Wise

Shrouded Honesty

In full View...

U Are the Main

the Wind

the Sea

the Ship

the Glee

the Hip and Joint

the Rope

Song and Dance

the Loke

the Brimming

the Joke

the Key

From Dark to Light...

remember

the Lips

remember

the Frown

the Tear

the Tree

the Rock

the Bow

the Field

the Contest

the Vision

the Word

the Bolts

the Doors

the Stalls

the Times

the Stars' Constellations

the Love

the Grace

the Truth

the Light

the Life

remember

Love

always

sets us down

in Peace

and Strength.

 

AND I GO TO THE SUN

BY WAY OF THE MOON

IT'S A RACE

TO PASS EACH OTHER BY

FOR EVER SAILING

YOU IN YOUR PHOENIX CHARIOT

ME UPON THE FOAM AND BLAST

HURRAH!

HERE COMES THE SON

AND I SAY

IT'S ALL RIGHT

LITTLE DARLIN

IT SEEMS HOURS

WE BEEN HERE

AND SHE SAID

ITS ALL RIGHT

FLYING, SINGING

SON SON SON

HERE HE COMES

SON SON SON

HERE HE COMES

LIKE SLOWLY MELTING

AT YOUR FEET

PERHAPS MAY BATHE THEM

SOME DAPHNE’S COVE

OR SPRING FROM CRYSTAL FOUNTAINS

WET LOVERS SPLASHING

CHEEKS OF TUNDRA

MOSS GROWN BANKS

AND BEARD OF JOLLY

HOLLY IN THE RANKS

BLUE ROSE RIMMED

RED ROSE DRAPED

HOLY WAITING

MARRIAGE DATE ...

SHHH

THEY ARE LAUGHING

A BIT TOO LOUD

BUT THAT'S OK

STAINED GLASS LETS DOWN

NICE WHITE TRESSING

AND SAILS CONFIRMING

BRAND NEW HULL

WAFTS THE MORNING

ONYX FLOOR BOARDS

GOLD INLAYED

FLEUR DE LEES

CHERRY COMPARTMENTS

SILVER FAUCETS

PEARLY SAUNA DRESSED

MOTHERLY OF STATE

OUR FAMILY.

 

Bring out the Choir

there, in One Place

nowhere

to start again

as Jack Fllash

sat on a Candle Stick

children screamed

poets dreamed

churchbells betoken

caught train for the hosts

singing

High Kind

but does not

pour down

swells like a Cloud

Witness to Overflowing

Seasons for Blooming...

UPP IT TEMETOO

where the wind-cool-clouds

fixed the landslide

reflection

made on the hills

and snow storms

raged the rills...

THIS IS CON TEXT

HAND IN HAND

END FROM THE BEGINNING

SELAH

HURRAH

SAABAOAHHHTTHHHS

 

 

ARTEMIS AND APOLLO

 

 

do I look like shutting down

I'm the whisper in the wind

already there

sunshine in your hair

shadow on the ground

I'm already there...

 

best he had adverted to the counsel of friends and Virtues

I just now spelt

the best cup of Mead

I ever made!

my twisted

collidescope

to the Outdoors

stark heart voyager

beats in time with yours

it is where we are

enough

for this wide eyed wonderer

that we got this far

...

I was laid to rest

in kings and vagabonds

who believe

the very best

is laid to rest

I keep my tea in my cream, these days

take it just a little bit

past letting another win

as I just breathe

everything is alright

as we just breathe

times are overated

when I think

how you feel

watch chances fade

how changes rage

but

everything is alright

patiently

breathe

whispered in the dark

hoping you're here with me...

do you hear me?

if I just breath

everything in space

between

is alright

trying for an hour

something in-between

Artemis turns

beacons your admiration

here

these are the heights

nobody know better

than them that drink it

I always use a piece of the Previous

to make the new brew, batch

as my breads

just woke

had to peel me

from bed

like a rind

from the fruit...

an hour late

and counting...

but Kali does not care

for anxious needs

or vulgar demands

gulping down the cabbage

of human souls' patch...

some call it Kali Yoga

I call it Yogi Bare

whose advise to me

was-

When you see a fork in the road

take it.

here is Kundalini fire

for Dissolution

dissolve et solvere...

but it's cold here

and lonely

so I pour my waters

and steam up the place...

puff on a candle stick

Jack Flash

8 miles high

and still falling...

excuse me

am I late again?

yeah, but it's been

a mad season

the Fortress of Water

is Ice

and the Tower of Fire

is Wind

where they kiss

the Wave is made

and the Wake entertained...

I linger in answer to the Call

not too anxious to clutter up the halls

with standerbyes, or dolittles

let them drift or waft

as they may

for the time being

I say...

I am not anxious

for the well fare.

I promise them

never

will they hurt anymore

I give my Word

my Heart

a battle of Worth

forever

has now begun

look in my Eyes

the feeling

won't go away

till life is through

or I embrace U

where will I go

without U in my life...?

I just wouldn't be living

at all

so I take you in my arms

where you belong

till the day

my life is through

this, I promise U

every Word I said is true

this I promise U

I promise U

gonna have a cup of Mead

before I leave

this morn...

wonder how the Sky is

whether the Constellations fly

to tomorrow

or on your knee

pray.

build the lives

others told you

own the love

you never left

own the things

your mother told you

when the sun

lights your room

coming down

the world turned over

and angels fall

without you there...

always some one there.

no time left

for losers

stand or fall...

coming down

the world turned over

and angels fall

without you there...

the walls turned colder

without you there

count down the halls

and the leaves

turn over

then I'll become

as you became

to me.

where they gonna hide

when it all comes down?

just got it

mobile hearing test

resonance reckoning

scored lowest

and highest

now they pay

my leisure's day

for lovely generosity

I couldn't hold the Mead

but gut busted my spew

under the garbage bin

smell up the place

with Nutmeg and

Honeyed Cream

Dreaming On

Event

she is Invited and Walks Free

as Distant as the Hoary Head

peering, as if upon the Heel

of prayer and reverent homage

none dismayed

but Set as maestros of the Woods

where whence I thundered

and rent down

the Veil

Sacred Hearth

Hera's Fire

Isis' Balm

there

among the Cloven Oak

no dry-rot wasting

or pups cry out

Anubis sniffs

but does not howl

then let flies

the Ruby Whips

while Dayspring Virtue

carries on the Quest

and heals the eclipsed sons

golden Rays, Sylvan lays

holy days, ya know

I just brew another batch

when that happens

but it's filling the Circle

and washing out of Titan Stalls

full round the gamut

and belching

from the very Roots

Gorgon raging fore

but soothed then

to Milk of Honey

poured with trembling hands

on Fires of Salt

lending some new Breath

it's space allowed

and brewed anew

to gentler ways

though to walk on fire

that's the thing

that's the Rock

for Calling

children musing

Prehistoric Trophies

and cave-bent CereTops 

Inner Court ramblings

Kiss

I just got a Plug

on KSLD

Willmar, MN...Radio

for BeingQuest

WHAHOOOH

find a warm, hot globe

or make one from Bathroom Stalls

then let your Crown Ablaze

down the Middle

til lighting on your plunging tongue

drink up the Light for 3 minutes

will you mend some broken threads for me

on Mother's Fleur

new snatched

upon the heaping Pyre?

I'll send them

 

AVALON

 

 

TALASA-

i prefer putting efforts to your book first...i have lists of places that need work like that if i had the time

one of the sights hooked us to a basket full of needs in the arts...also where places want art in new buildings...

in my mind...I would like to take the ideas such as the golden child and dragon and find a new building which could house this or others like it...and your book could be wonderful with illustrations....

if I get too scattered....well

...focus and passion for the project ...the page you showed me today...he loves his subject and it shows....i have seen my work that is mechanical....and i have seen the ones with that "other"

rather would i paint /sculpt for the other than for wealth

the pics. i sent you came from direct experience...not from requests...although that is my job

kiss

think this when planning story line...the shape panels size conforms to the idea not the reverse was remember in something I saw at the airport..a very large mural extending across the wall separate panels one leading into the other....and as another thought ...they can be any shape there are ways to make an arch or even/also if on several large canvases that fit together like puzzle too unlimited manners of presentation...I could go on but I think you know what I am suggesting....there are no limits except our imaginationas i was painting today I thought...not that i need to be clear in everything i write but that one should (as you have said in the past) be careful of choosing words but this time it is nit the words but how the words are interpreted....

know that i was saying that it was appropriate that i fall and find...and that you witness without interpreting or changing ...letting me stumble over words and ideas...

btw...think about the flow of how we were speaking...we were already continuing the sentences....but the minute i was asked to think....a literal click happens...and the flow goes into learned response rather than intuitive response....

what made me think of it today was when i was painting....i lifted 4 or 5 colors squirted them mix and splash...2 brushes and waved gestures all over the wall...so happy...they found something to burst out of the wall ...a dark holy man eyes downward…as if in prayer or respect.....i step back and see for the first time ...after an hour of flow...and think...where did he come from?...who has the remote?

painting is a prayer....the deepest kind of prayer except perhaps poetry ....and also when i talk with you...but ask me to tell you all the words and how to spell them i enter the click happens

well the painting is going so well ...and it is so wonderful to see them enjoy it...they introduced me to a policeman from the county ...thinking of doing some sort of memorial for local police that died...asked for a card...it would be for the county court house...might be a sculpture too...i will probably come up with an idea for a presentation...either mural or sculpture...i'll wait till they contact me

in the night...awake
without the expectation of desire
his voice is mine and mine his
a means for silence
stillness...emptiness...surrender
all those things that was thought to prepare
...yet gravity prevails
and sends this solid subtle form
toward distant stars
of even graver solid form...
matter holds me here....a fact
i know this well
as well as life is certain
as well as dreams and visions
as well as all illusion
one only needs to turn...that's all
simple gesture sought by master mage and man
that fiercely gentle gesture that permits
the longing's greatest blessing...nothing

ahhh

first cup of coffee in the silence of morning
reflecting on our exchange....beautiful...
yes you are the dearest treasure
in dream i see
i can reflect a bit more
can't remember when I was that exhausted in a very long time
pushing self past boundaries on all sides

guess that is how to examine what limits to cross next
feeling very left brain today
perhaps because i have some of the every days to maintain before the day is through
and i am going to go paint for a few hours/want to finish this last supper painting by midweek
tomorrow I am going to crash...maybe stay in bed....maybe watch movies
maybe write ...paint....
or talk with you

i heard you singing in the night.....or maybe you were just humming along with old songs on the radio...:)

kiss

Before the sun rises to cast me back to the ways of daily habits’ before I loose the shards that melt like ice

The night reveals reflections on event s that cast me toward the moon by way of the sun

That crystal bubble from the foam of waves relentless in the stirring lifted both our words and heart and over every syllable poured both we and wiser still the spirit (for lack of a better name)there were the hands that pushed the letters on a simple board and spiraled to the air the gift of being song both harmony and single note defined in life’s expression of the all

But then the fall

Some words called me to think/to finish sentence on the brink of what was there beyond the veil

The fall I called

Help me

Did you see me fall to confusion

To hold clarity for a moment without effort

To fly the main without the self

The fall

Extream the contrast

Seeing placement of mind and the linear hold us in matter and

M