Member Contribution Four

Perception Member Contribution Four . . .

"QUEST FOR BEING" (65) It's better to linger silently in humility and all that force of life than preach of worlds to come or down the world with curses which some cruel wench may wish or other wizen mind may invent tending their own vengeance and, pending all upon their thought which, just a thought must expire, expiring the self. Rather, deeper aspiration speaks more silent than the claims of most yet more insistent and more sure upon the heart wandering yet, though not dismayed with more interest than learning's quest- a sense of life which mothers know and fathers wish in hope of family. Such fruit of hoping yet may prove a great tomorrow not of scholars, but born to unify the siblings of heaven itself though born of earth still groaning, forever true though dropping ageless tears a golden child too much of sorrow yet forborne in ways of loss to catch, for all, the one in each. Truth and Life, O, help us… such pain of hope has let loose the heart of a thousand generations! So is made the temple of Life as living soul bows down to loss yet not for loss but for the proof and joy (66) in that the Heart is born... an ancient, knowing sadness more true to all than anyone can speak still teetering upon the verge of vengeance but tiding time and weeping, prays- Come, darlings...kiss my bloodied brow and wipe clean the dregs of reeling; drink up the Memory and strike off all sense of shame... alone allow what belongs between each the shared loss and agony of Experience, and embrace the sacred rain of ageless tears! Spontaneous and Free is- a proving which must mend b oth day and night upon the sight c onfounding what was careless wrought d rawn from the tyrant powers, too boasting made e ndearing yet to sorrow, whose way no way upgirds f omenting all, but broke upon the world its fate g roaning still for the nether part h eighing kindly still to meet our own i f but to drain the vats of seeming j ustly disposed to gulp down both sun and moon k indred of gods in consummation, inward born l ately shown for every outward estimation m ore clearly known n odding upon the whispered visitors' o rienting magnets of life and quintessential worth p erfected among the tearful and q uick innervated by the salty dew, ever r emembering what cannot be forgot while s imply pleasing that which ever stands t oo conscious among the templed u niverse of thought v ery life w hose root upon the mountains 'x emplifies why we must speak as such and z ero in on what concerns us most. So, life is too rich than to settle upon honey (67) and ever dream peaches and cream but sometimes convulses in shock of conflict worthily spent for wreck of boasted idols or, flaming upon perverse towers with bridled rage of pure despite lays waste the blatant folly and drives home the wretched crews to lick up the dust their idiocy in dismay at Force inspired which, sudden bearing and more subtly spent is gone again in willows' whispering… wind-born kin of faultless knowing who are no bit denied of might nor yet restrained by temptations of the feathered beds and elbow cushions of worthless privilege and self-explained sophistication that careless empties men and women so much cherished. Still, hushed melodies soft intone the spheres and wend the avenues of thought unespied by phantoms the worldly admires but subtly encompassing the times imbues the scales of being and tinctures in disguise like a thief in the night such dross the vulgar revel by and, faithfully plucking on the chords sends shivers on the veins and secret thunder on the plane waking sleepers' dream more gentle than Selene betrothing honesty to sight and brightness for the dark of night her darling young for true embrace in quest of generation and the goal that Aeons willed for prospect, mining the soundless leagues (68) in brood of vision a timeless Hope and Calcined spirit- Golden Child! Eureka!!! It is Prophesy in simile of Event which Mythos wrought by Cipher but which yet are Knots too tied and sealed in Book of Holy whose worthy Source Life still incubates and as from ash then hatching roars up in awful splendor Gold and Ruby hewed the flashing dignities to mount the scales of living Hosts from pole to pole leap upon the Air letting rain down the sacred tears which, falling on the Earth makes bloom the sacred Flower that pure intent may be known and from whose leaves restores the Nations. Some greater Hosts claim and stake out their posts in capture of the fleeing hordes who, loosed from chained folly and croaking 'gainst the Sun belch forth from the Abyss their humid ranks... and these, let fly upon the Field like Moses once let fly on Egypt to stench what is reserved for the pristine Fold? Cogitone! (69) Rather, the Net is strung which wove of Fate keeps taught the Limits while lets fly the Huntress' arrows or her sibling's darts in proof of war for some by gutted shells of Neptune's flees or pipes of Pan the Shepherd's melodies tuning the spheres whose Gates and double doors swings wide for garnering and unlocked, scrolls up the Veil in awe of wonder rendering open view of sacred Towers glistening Ephod and garb of the New City uncloven Stone whose rest upon our Footstool then renewed is the Goal, no less the Work! Some spoke lately upon a central, Human core which rightly known is a Cup of knowing for cutting time and Scythe, in view of Hera's eye waved high upon Horizon that sets the Orient in contest no bit dismayed by tempting lusts of denuded minds but more set on Honor and Angling Nemesis. Such eyes as see weep more drops of tear than Oceanus tells of rushing Water or the Air lets wend in wealth of blasting strength (70) but, seeing still lights up a Fire and gives warmth upon the darling bud which Earth must nourish well accepted by her kin and favoring their Process bares out the Plain in plow of Force whose greedy wish makes torrent in the way circumspection whistling and knowing born. Some think it fine to speak of Hermetic art or call Hermes Lord but leave vacant the elders and disparage those whose patience does not care for Caverned men nor would descend to light on Plato's cave nor much extend to help the shadowed world whose way is all of folly but which ancient ken have gave of Fire; still they know what has been left and what is kept of sacred worth too much withdrawn till now when Pluto's shrine too full of frogs and rusted Institutions must belch the treasure and let loose on ancient groves what some were satisfied to leave rest upon the shores of Lethe. (71) Siblings all, such elders though not untended, Time nor Fate, but worked together and binding Nets in every post, earlier laid down pulled taught, by Right what Circumspection knew when first the drunken fool made Chaos on the world and mad lust upon the sacred pools offended Wisdom and so sowed the wasting ways of men and grief-filled History. No escape now not for the Nordic fish whose greed of clever fame laid down the Summer of the gods in full deceit of cunning nor for the barking clans whose face has front upon the Sun and Moon and has made a desperation for the ancient boundaries. They were mere Vessel once the secret heroes worked by the simple and held near under the Air but now are opened up and no more contained in Earthen inspiration thrown amidst the Shadow yet held near in Care of true foreknowing directing still by purest will what cornered wish may perform or, turning on the spheres yet prove though for the worthwhile fury their compassed memory must say- turn back again… (72) whispering upon the lesser its tail casting down where such must fail and, in face of revelation confront what it has haunted in ages of the noble no more immature not like times past when it was easy to lay waste like weeping widows their orphaned kind but grown in stature of tears and waxed strong with sorrow matches every bit of pain that wickedness may invent or inspire among the mortal fellows whom Earth has born but not informed of Truth cast off like figs from unripe trees shook by torrent winds in pride of self... though others known in quickening raised fast upon their birth to light braving the Sun in torment of the fire still wishing upon grace and proven to endure woke the Aeons and embraced Nature’s sacred Dream! ‘Mental parameter’ accusers said was test of Person and forbade Life admitting Lies to Counsel. (73) As Life was not so clever nor cared for such dissembling to offer false advise among fools, none knew what proof of knowing performs for the living but all were left to guessing as Time wends forth Mystery and Nature lets loose Example of Fame, unannounced. Something worthy of speech or better intending, dove deeper and rooted out a principle of seeming thrown upon the mind and abused among the fools for interpretation at last reformed to Identity what all the innocent maintains. It may be Tincture sought when insistence of thought contends; it may be Folly, wrought on nothing which the heart may lend; it may be Wisdom spoke when all is cast upon the void or what pending Furies wrote in semblance of the gods, annoyed! What ever it is, the mind may guess and turning to admire find nothing wherewith more to bless and finding self, expire. Play then such games with Fate O Man, and boast upon the Lore of Knowing, yet insatiate for seekers and the carping bore! Unsatisfied, the yawning Dark gulps down in dreams the wayling or seeking our Demeter's Lark hoots and howls, the Ages raging; though nothing of the Line, foredrawn keeps wanderers from peeping (74) or bobbing on the form of Dawn save empty vessels, leaking; but, born upon an empty Nest the Phoenix rises to contend and from the loss of every best distills what light of Life intends. Not wandering upon the Way but in full sight of ancient bliss it nurses still upon the Lay of sacred Hearth and Eleus. It is no bother which knowing heart has occupied of truth and proven faith whether matched in care of worth our simple thought or soothing wishes rose still and descends in comfort of the seeing or otherwise contends for what in seeming has shown of Family and Friends, believing. Imp, imp how’s the game coddling the fledglings... what now of worth or fame can be told of wandering? Naked as the day, you bore both folly and fecundating holding up what secrets store- caverned men and wondering. One worth I know Banshee screaming- The Night in quest of Death whose ancient darts flies through the Aeons and comes raging as Fate upon the shaft; (75) some Furies better bent to Force than Patriarchs can tell of Truth or whose sibling kept Pythia in thrall of Augury and let loose Leviathan while torqued down upon the thought wrenched the Heart such smashing as none forebears but Justice in accommodation. On string of cunning Life wrenches down the line of thought and is set by Force of Heart not too anxious upon proofs but Science dismayed in point of wonder is lifted up in view of the palling age by seeming or believing to wrack the present world and pretended knowing with mental loss and waking Fact. Mandala of shape Geometry of thought or braying asses in pretense of men wends a way and slinks upon like charmed serpents or viper's snap and lion's maw the caverned corridors and dens of men some sophists secure which truth may sooner knell or by the better sense renovate meaning and perfectly contest what most forgot as some have need but inward find their end in trial of faith, every fear revealed. (76) Play, play always play or in the game of seeming pray, pray ever pray for goal of Truth and learning. Holy, holy, holy the Angels fly upon the wing wholly, wholly, wholly their circumvention sings. Dido wrought and Ion snatched the Sea, History raging- what is Thought? light your Match and fierce the gods come flaming! Rhymes are like the corned stakes set in Compass of the field but rhymes do not a poem make nor cornered stakes a harvest yield. Was it not said Some Fiend of fire would lead forth the Stars? But he knows that Saturn's grand pretense in waking might of children would lead forth the Fold every bit of Moment spent from then to thence in contest of Event which Patriarchy wished for Tyranny, but was lost in hope of conquest, who once killed in murder their own lovely daughter thinking that in guise of strength their wooden horse of Ages or warring King might tempt from the Powers (77) some favor... they were wrong whose latter’s patience now must be spent in rage of smashing or more complied among the Hosts reply in grace to Fury such as Wisdom invokes the Seers' Arrow- Twin-born kin and renew what Prophesy and Augury once said in Delphic hymn of Gadfly learning- Know Thyself or be dead. This, for such who cannot live by what Life knows of pain but still profess some faulted gain… even if they said Isis in craft of healing they could not unlock the treasured halls that Nature embraces more surely, more securely than the fool falls backwards upon their knees. What Gate is sought by them in quest of Health and Beauty Wisdom somewhat spoke and held enduring of the Past; and so, they called the Poet down and prey upon the word… some note the care and let resound a sacred hope upon the world; others, in their disguise speak of want and worry and kiss the dark of vacant skies their history and lies and decadence spilled from their mind, any thought relating to invent new forms of folly or banal comforts of scripted nobility boasting worth for Humanity (78) believing they ordain new generations of their wretched crew! Tripped upon the bending light they stumble in the known and foster what their liberal invention deemed right of wrong by pretended doctors’ treasured tombs- a little paradise of privilege among the wayling host who serve, insured by others, sacrilege of wealth in gilded learning for the lost. Three sisters stand a token of awful sight- mirrors in skirt of thought that whispers on the wind both peace for them once wronged and frothing hunted and the hunting wanderers yet under the trembling sky embraced of night but whose course screams not for loss but lauds the Hunt in quest of the most Worthy... more shouts of joy than raging wiccans know in cup of Hera who have clutched the reaping Scythe and razed down our stalks of folly... blessed dance of waywardness in mind that rends the flesh of pretended Titans and drinks down worthy Vengeance seeping more like mist upon the stones our hope, blo whose goat-shield of humble service past made wrath of Gorgons (79) now to match the swaggering pride that Patriarchy imposes and ever proves such as the drunk of self may do and yet forgot what gods may post of Accusation; more quick in net of knowing for the brutal customs than Privilege holds for Justice men and manlike gods pretending in the world a name for Truth to Rule the sacred Heart. More may be said or times pulled down of understanding but is left a place of peace which circumscribing stage of thought for better wishing willed and poets made in Tragedy and Comedy though relieved in pipes of Pan making mock of our great Sun's intention- twin born of Earth and Sky whose care yet some say is part of Ceres or waxed wrathful in Crone not too much wrought of Athene's knowing though, struck like thunder tyrant hosts upon the field of men when Contest wrought the ken of Greece 'gaints Cyprian kin let fly, in Homer's recollection the gods of Contest for retribution of essential wrong! (80) Such poet spoke well but could not know what, and whom shall any make of this more than mere token of Ages or inspired by such Emblems as we bear now and hold like darling tokens upon the furnaced time the fiery baptism enduring yet the ankle and joint of association for perfect proof of Dignity! Pray invent them stop the failing faith of self that loss of hope has bought in shadow of these times’ pretended wealth. Weep and wanes the mind and otherwise forlorn in proof of fact such worthless kind that bears fate and folly, fixed norms of brazen rationality, shorn of Talent on the sacred Lyre but happy in the attire of objectivity and reason whose space of thought conspires with politics, scholars, legal wits in empty grace of Humanity to glory in what they begun and dance to their own constancy of rhetoric, idiocy, brutality to trembling won their Influence and Domination. Void on void the way of pretended Logic conspires to fault all else save its own mangy interest (81) contrived with imaged worth while all others fall to tears in hope of Humanity and cannot own for this what Independence inspires from Truth and Heart but them barking mobs alone- learned glory of our Defense that wreck all else who do not like conspire wretched crew object of contempt to every friend and lover, graceless strays! The fates of folly are not silent born nor absent to the Muse but sure as certain fault and such as recklessness of pride has spoke lengthens the attire of wishing, as boldly wrote the pride of men in wending out of their own vacant space- one’s own great emptiness, flung in face of cheapest aspiration and once begun, danced to false surety in proof of shadow forms, empty thoughts conspired on every wish, employed and inspired to wrack loss and pretence on life (worthy thoughts for abysmal ways), destruction and worthlessness enjoyed! I'm sure I kissed the Phoenix as my lips admit fire too burning in seeming truth and stunned of thought… not too much dismayed by wonder yet in lick of salt for learning but for spite of memory in contempt for some set fierce upon the Moment my good intention and attention... let it come. “I’m full now, my Care I can eat no more”- she said then Being led (82) upon the shore where God and Goddess All adore wandering hand in hand with each, beloved. A fool’s dance among our selves if we don't conceive IT- our life, or sinister plan killing our hope if we mistreat IT or in loss of true wealth fail to believe IT- our life, holy hands whirling, endless health and love cherished. Get what we want or get what we need or folly flaunt upon the Widow’s mite and Seed if any dare! The Work is earned and bends backward to terms of wrong for rectification, such as sages learn in auditing the Angels' Song which Majesty of Heart lays bare. Wait upon the gentle Breeze Silver Pinions lead as if embraced of ease and, purer than faith to mend Our loss, extend Truth’s healing upon Disease. BOOM! the Ages go in thunder of the Winds that Chance must make and bestow to all of each, in-between today and tomorrow. BOOM! the contest rolls (83) in Majesty of Sorrow that cries for what is truly seen and thought allows no one spared belief or Fate or ought of what Humanity inspires. What Once the Lords of Time embraced or Queens of Golden Fields’ forlornness wandered in seek of Grace to still allow that Wakefulness Be born still groaning, leaps upon the start of flying darts and down-bent-right to thrash in its Tale, the Art with Hermes and Apollo's Might… yet what some Dragon wishes in snort of failing worlds for Rage is but the tinkling dishes of Artemis, beseemed… but worth of simple soul knows such things and bends the bow of Light which, ware of thought, takes aim with Neptune's great belief to pierce and slay the grand conceit. String the Bow draw taught the Line and aim upon the Brow of Sun and Moon of Man or in thought for pride of self write the Designs which Ark of Aeons owned. When then upon the darkened Sea and drenched with fury of the unjust reign ask what Dagon sought to gain in stealing Pearl of God and Pain… then tinkle salt upon the wire in will of Life unfulfilled and, sudden pissing, be inspired with jolts of Power, stunned! Not yet told is what Night holds or cat-paw stomping can perform in subtle ways of old (84) or darker embers wreak with sulfured fuming of sacred musing in the Dark, or lap of the many hungry in quest of Water and who clap in praise of Thunder on the breast of Fire when Fury rests in Phoenix’ Nest or otherwise expires in death of Ash and Waste of worldly tombs for every social norm… such is more bold but set in peace of preferential treatment of itself, sorrow made and kept in ancient rest for the secret sneaking hunts still upon the Void of seeming men… such Eye of sight is Silence but may roar, too much annoyed with worlds and ways of men less discerning yet more boasting, prouder than Wisdom in the sage wrought for Truth. Black as Night the Paw and sleek as Sin the Maw into whose teeth the sons of men lurch with lust who must cut themselves on Ivory or Pearl Drops see from out their torn times the waking pretence of worldly power for estimate of pretended Joy more glad for simple loss of fools than when sleeping Panthers slipped the Night and let fly the Hunt their hide and seek inspired. (85) Meow, Meow the kit employs a cry upon the Air twisted tales or desperate wails sounding what none have dared… such lap of luxury has set a place for orphans' crying undoing what the learned left for the politics of lies. She calls upon the Lunatic and whistles on the Wind- write the Score of gods, bereft in signs of hopelessness and sin! Allow, Allow mellow rest in seeming for what the worthy can… Call, Call for Roost of meaning or be prey to Pan. Catch as catch can of believing or, disavowed the ancient Hearth and source of being fall’n naked upon All. Some mock, like barking dogs, the sound or doubting, front on Revelation… though Life bids them well more strength they need than Atlas wrapped upon the Stone or, drinking down the sweetest Mead in semblance of Sisyphus must heave and belch the times, disowned. Ruby like the rising dawn or white in ribbons of the Sun the Abyss yet must, mirrored, yawn and gulp down folly men have known whirling on the twisted way the fool for loss has loved (86) in sight of pretended fact or in every bit become betrayed to what their greedy minds begun. dum, dum, dum drumming of flight comes, comes, comes circumspection might. Weep in Will, O Past pluck the newborn suns... shed the tearing Eye, begun when first espied your best wandering upon the Way too much a Sojourn ken of thought and musing too much betrayed of learning and praise of men. No cunning now shall prove as was made when Pride and Greed was wrought but dropped from bloody wrong, allayed the Night, all wrath of men and justice bought. Tempted from the grip of Fate set peace upon the Might such patient and sacred Muse and whispering to the Cobra's spite fronted upon the worthless sight and Fangs of Facing, pure delight owned every Shade and abuse! CAWCAW: lion's maw or Odin's birds a singing RAWRAW flesh in Law all the Aeons clinging Buckler, Shield, and Remonstrance daring the Night… Fucker, Fiend, or Pan's incense pluck what's Right to blow upon the Orbs (87) and smoke down every way or otherwise, make no sense but Foot of Titans, stayed. They march upon a thought in Muse or sickness of the Sphere and seek what Folly wrought to call their ancient Tears… Catch the Roe pierce the Hart let wing upon the Field Our Aim of Truth or Folly, bought in Word the Ages start when proving Death and Sin sung Joy of Harvests' Yield… stream into the Vision Thou unborn suns of Night and Roar my Wisdom in grasp of whitened Banners, bright; front upon the Walls and keep the darkened view for when you need it, counting balls or sliding nuts, contend the Blue; more quick than Mercurial might it shifts upon your brazen hand and tends the Fortune of Light only the Wise understand; Echoes of the Wind thy lover said and such is tortured musing; though when everything is Red or the thought, better abusing then Life is Rung upon the dead. No little boat but lots of places in the world… take it easy make it last all Night cold at Night waves on the beach creeping back (88) the Memory something worthy but yet out of Reach some distant whirl? I've not told half the Tale but linger here upon the Verge… no teetering but set Right with Eagle claws secured… if U want to hear some Pages toss some Stories if U'r tired toss some Pages here when U'r ready roll with the Changes U know you got 2 keep on rolling with the Changes got2 got2 got2 got to learn to roll this is Our Bumbling BBB smoke Lucky Strikes? too BAD the AEON lied kiss the Widows' Mite! Cold as ice willing to sacrifice the dove no advice to know where digging for gold blown away Fortune and Feeling... but, some Day, We pay sacrifice of Love Paradise or Lice crawling to Doom or waving Destiny HELLO. (89) The Sky is burning and the Soul is on Fire keeping the Design and waiting the Vain to arrive or lap of luxury retire in every Way to know; the Soul's on Fire. Back and Forth the Leaning Oz smacks the golden face of Fate for kissing, stumbling the Cause O, O, O keep on crying No No No quit your brother’s mercy scrying! Drinking too just as you though T’s informed... not too subtle Muse of what is true the thought has born though tempting ways of patrimony leaven the Lark or in guise of matrimony sings upon the waking Dark If Music is the Master... will you heed the Master Call or in the Hurt of Lying speak all is said? take it, take it, take it to the Movie make it, make it, make it brighter Glow watch the Stage or Act the Folly All in Each, U’r Garment Wove. (90) If I had Time or peace of Mind I would not bother or kiss my daughter in way upon the Wind but reasoned upon the Line IAM sure to find what something meant of Other in spite of pride and laughter for ends that love and learning lent. It's all just fine if when judgement every else is held to blame and then upon a time turn again the involvement and own upon the same. Who is Wrong? the sum is wrong in pretense of a thought that mocks the golden Song and, yin for yang or bing for bong tells of truths now wrought... hit upon your male of late the voice of wrecking crews and obvious, insatiate complained of the untrue more of me, or more of you it's all in the beseeming love, your self, or the true Cleft of thought believing bid upon the Haze I say, tokens of dismay or Roots of life razed betrayed to every Company… ...more is said upon the AIR enduring in the Moment but the lions seek their lair and let roar the O men. (91) Slow and gentle flame lingers on the Lintel speaking Hosts of Fame in Witness of the Simple; they see seven steps of Angels every bet of awe reckoning the Angle and Chorus Songs. Demon's coming Down who will stop the Reign? Go down, Virginia! seek shelter from the storm and sunder every chain goring chords a weaving bobbing on the Year thy heart still learning Joy of dropping Tears! I'd love to change the world but don't know what to do circling on the whirl of every thought in boy and girl world pollution no solution institution... spread the Wine tread it fine and Froth upon the ageless brine! O Man some Whisper said... how on Earth work through This? Ought otherwise denied for madness or folly or loss. (92) If I could pluck the Poles I'd dive on Pipes of Pan or the lover, learn and lend what lips of truth spoke in Whole; otherwise if the world must rage in folly of Intent let the Orbs contrive a snort of smoking, waved to mounting Omens some liberal grant… shudder on shudder IT ascends thunder on thunder light is meant by golden rod waved over the whole too ribbons white and gloried might than men yet hold or understand. Meekness better born than Tales’ Conception invents and brighter than the broken Light Storms upon the forlorn wringing Reason's might and fomenting to reinvent sheds Banner of the White Consent or loosing, faced follies Norm. Whew... what's that smell? Belch of tortoise gut by melodies distilled. Fall backwards, if thought may though not for Dismay but clings upon the Ribbon's Band yet viewed upon the scan of everything Practiced no empty plan nor impotent to lend a Hand to the Dissolving but to pour such solving Light (93) as may the Orbs themselves admire and Aeons in their lap translate revolving. U see by this in lap of Care how I don't shirk the darkest lairs but upon a kiss pick up my rusty Ware and together, sweetly wish upon Our Luck U might of seen this very night how wrenching from my depths I shore the bits that once beseemed and taught me sight now face to face, Adept rumbling to bend my Scale in Memory of too much Care... then, for Death or Belching, pale upon the mirrored Innocence it goes, it goes, it ever goes unwinding knots of knowing though lovers in the fray, sow the seeds of Sorrow, learning some point is made some pillars wrought to hold the world upon but nothing can the Ass allay save what mangers of thought or what the Fates begun. Some tinkling of bells may be told and all the world may wish to sift the grains wash up Hell and prove what Time established or line on line computes the beads of enterprise and when less of Holy Muse their whole of Work betrays some positively, said (94) to prove the Verge of Light then waking upon the Dead proved the Right. Come closer then and own your best embrace... rest upon your hidden Friend and Honor, all the World disgraced. They thought it once that I was mad but now they know for sure that every bit I wished I had their way in me had bored complaint upon the empty Night more common to expect as every rushing form of Light contends to recollect or see it drip that Void of Virtue twisting on the Ore... it burns like fire on the lip the fame of Truth in garner of the Store no insipid Phoenix. Some fear of thought, I guess spoke rightness to the fool and on the Verge let scan the Sirens' Cleft and Cure. I'd hold up better with Friendship some token lent or just as well let rip the Hare, embrace the spit in slaughter of Hecate’s brew. Catch Up, catch Up wayling child but when drinking sacred Cups know that IT'S- MERCY, MILD. (95) Here's a Fact to hold in hand: the Wise break Light in Four-Fold bands bending Left or Right their Dispositions wends every thought upon the Sea or, sleeping, births an awful Night though ever owning Mystery Orb on Orb the Angels sing All for Each employed. No care of Reason do they bring upon the Alter, ought annoyed... but them whose stomping thought sent whistling the Wind or more secret wrought their private wrenching of Sin. I hear...otherwise persisting: If no Crystal Ball they have or Adamant of Iron in safe what good Advise may be had their Learning wrought of late? No Magic of the Hour though daffy as a Loon hooting down the Power they ever kiss, assembling the Soon. Seine neither Illusion or Madness here as wrapped in Flesh IT IS and catching the lesser spheres throws them down with Sin. Think THIS I saw you first before you lept upon the Mean and before BLISS the others call Seeming and Seen sucked down the Void my lonely heart with Passion beating... now my Muse, annoyed strings a Dart and hunts the Goat, bleating. (96) Do they Joke to wipe away my Tear?... better met the Year of God Alone than tempt the Zone struck alone this sounding of the Spheres. Before I heard them finish I unbuckled my many Arms and would now pluck upon the Harp of Heaven. Does the waking man know Dismay? not well enough to match THIS Harp though Orphic kin have rightly made most of what is worth to esoteric wisdom and tamed Neptune's Dolphins, somewhat or made them play upon the Prow of destined, sinking Ships Flinging out all Fear... no empty bid of Gain is made but rest of Sea a touch of release from Power but flatly set in preparation of the pouring Fire… this is their own raging still with doubt or pointing out whom among them the Holy most adores. More temples are restored than what is wrought by Hermes; the Cave of Knowing bored the gods, though Apollo speaking some Augury his kin would have in trust of Walking Stick which Arrows gave, and withheld Artemis for burning... the Promethean wick or Atlean shoulders (97) of sublime intent not yet spent but burns in travail, still upon the crystal window sill Coin I have stacked to the Wall seeming and believing heaps of Silver Gold, and All glistening of living... wings of Dove or forms of Light or Eagle lofting on the Air I own my Passion and the Night Fenris cannot dare. If to sign a Name in Scrypt of Numbers, the Line defined... what is it to Our Mother who whispers, tincturing my Alloy? Allow, allow I heard it said ring upon the Sphere. Bow, bow your ruby head and whiten every Tear No pretending Measure my Rod treads away the Folly or points out the Heavens’ Bed. Ought I then, in open honesty wander every field the mind can wring and flit my golden fleet upon the wind in service of their vast depravity? know THIS, even as IS known Our Heart: what Light and Life is flown (98) U and I, sacred Dart first pulled back to see then notching Arrow, let flee the last, upon THEE. Pick upon the Poles and guess what Circumvention means or raise again our House of Old from Ash, the Phoenix seemed. Believe THIS: when once begun it rolls into BLISS and rides the SUN Member-making-flight or Contest the Truth has won spoils the Remonstrance in plead of One Silencing. May they harness on the Wing sibling tokens of the Hour and Reign upon the Silver Din our sacred Halls, raised of Power… no Idol of a Doctor's farce it wends the way of seeming then turns upon every Force smelting on the sum, believing it wends, it wends it never ends... may We abide in IT! Did some forget? wish it not but quit the Bed of Ages... nothing of my darling lost nor Sea of Tears, raging let slip the tide of Time Wondering. Some fault-find then when the Work is open wrought (99) in Pain and War or otherwise taught upon the String Our Sages bought or Sorrow bore? Such things, once slumbered on the mind of dormant men or education yet awakes to more define the Limits of every Moderation. It blows, it blows who may know to Reign upon the Air.. who knows, who knows what is stowed to stave starvations' lair? IT thunders on the Sky in no abuse of Air and rattles Earth, no Reason Y to kiss the raging Bolts of Fire contenders of Verity while rationality is mere Tincture. How luscious is the might of Time when words do not dismay nor hold in thrall; the mortal mind for proof of mirrored gold, delayed? How sweet is Death, whose Comb reaps the mob of every ease and, slitting lions of the Field plucks out Life's generosity possessed, possessor how it seems... tokens of the lesser right or spitting, pissing, more obscene peers on Solar worth, rehearsed. ...or the Man plucks not enough of the leaves spread out in verdant praise of Paradise?... ever think twice my Soul (100) before, by Cockatrice you open the whole or in any way offend what's owned in each or doubt of Self beseech in contradiction of Grace we all must own an even on the palling thought lend for love- salve to our own folly... wending wreaths, the Holly and hung high upon the Lintel of Heart. Ninny this or ninny that who is our Cousin? smelt down the Fat and, lean, stretch out the Oven's wrath... we bide it like we bide the Times and lurched upon the Wheel breathe Fire of the Ageless Climb in hope of Glory, shared or dared as darlings of the cherished Host leave off the wandering and clasp the Angels... Smote and Roast every bit of floundering and run the Angles. We are every bit of broken Hearted Smashed in Rock of Ruin... We are the flit of Light which started this awful mess for Odin. CAWCAW it flies upon the Abyss and yoking to the Midnight Ray Calls the Sun and Moon for Love too once amiss but raging now in some display burdens: all of Care... learned fold of thought, beware and drop no copper coin into the Siren's wishing well (101) of lusty self-conception wrapped with spell of secret wrath and budding Tares Have Mercy Have Mercy Have Mercy We Abide Oblivion. AEZER AISRE AZEROTH STURDY ON THY SCALE! HEM AND HAW AGES FALL AND BECOME THY DAWN DVM ETM QUAKE AWAKE RETAKE THY THRONE RAKE THE WHITENED FIELDS RISEN SON MERCY CALLED THINE OWN! HAHA Aeons laugh thundering Applause RARA Winded Staff owns the Cause. Singing sunshine dancing rain happy LADY weeping LORD don the Mountain let array spring the Fountain 2day sit around singing songs (102) till Night becomes Day... IT is the Zone of Our Heart so Fine blows the Mind. I cannot Help but drink Fire down though coughing spewing belching Gorgons Crown upon the waste my sharp distaste ACID WATER OF RENOWN SSSSHHHH Rest upon Our Ark calm the Wave or if speaking tame the Dark or Save thy Vessel leaking. OOPS I let BOOM some Thunder on Ground... but it's OK in the Fracas in the Fray of what's lately Bound. IT'S funny as is mentioned the Books Our Learning lent... some Milky Honey or more subtle, Thought Invention tucked among the Nooks and Horns (103) Janus and Jana bent- Uranus’ Halls. Funny all this While the Muse has played or Honey on Form of Style the Verse relayed… starring on the Glass Leviathan refuses to laugh but chomps upon the Bit as swish of Oceanus Fit of Fury, not yet spent on what must refuse to relent having caught him well upon the Line... I'll flay him yet in Time or let him catch some Stars not long a Way not Near not Far but dropped upon the Eye Hook of the Sky and secret wending not yet ending what One begun and some, of fun pretended to perfect. THIS IS FACT: Devil does not Laugh but SERIOUS of intent Ceres rent her Robes and dropped the darling Child into Pluto's lap, saying- keep this Aurum Orb for later or for my Hate I shall snatch Neptune's SPEAR and run you through (104) to OBLIVION! such Majesty the Stars gazed in Witness echoing upon the Father a recommendation... FORTH from you're own Quarters let rend the Sky and Pour upon the Earth THY Crystal Lightning... then Shield a Maiden with Gorgons Breath and Snort the Dragon down with Mirror of Recompense catching too Ares on the Horns smashing out the Reign of Folly and the World… So Saturn rung a Ruin and kissed the heel Prometheus complained or Sisyphus maintained of Atlas groaning. Lick up the Ash He said and smote Wonder on the Air… kiss my Ass She read and Dagon dove for Care. Fly like and Eagle upon the raging Sea House of People living in Discrete Fly like and Eagle till you Are Free while Time is slipping and Spirit Wings the Lea or Hera dipping drinks up the burning Night or dross of Folly, in flight Fronts upon Fire. (105) Salt and Vinegar lofts the Wave shakes the Winner serpents braved… dropped into the Pool the dancing bones and broken concrete of Home… hangs lintels the Abyss forsook when caught upon the Hook and Lines of Division rent the Form of darkling Firmament. Spread Out, Spread Out the World is Wrong upon the Face of Chaos. Unlock, Unlock the Window Won and Peer Up On LOSS Close the Left Squint the Right Draw Shade upon the Dragon. Rose the Cleft strung the Light and snatched the Pearl from Dagon. IT flies, IT flies on Wings of Seeming danced upon the Wind. Relied, relied the Wiccan Scrying Stumbling on Sin. They did not Think to Sea... Witness in the Slaughter as clung the Staff no bit bereft Demeter's Daughter. Laugh on, Laugh I walk the Rived Zone (106) Staff and Calf I guide the Fire and drink the Mountain's Own. Bid IT dive upon the Deep and wend the ways of men or like a darling, sleep in cradle of Our sacred kin THESE THINGS ARE SEEMING. IT wasn't but a Night ago IN FACT I cut the Cards and did not look to react but 4 by 4 spread out 5x10... the Seer watched, then as Time stood still and Furnace of my Waking wandered round the empty Still… Thundering, and Shaking I wrote upon the Silence, then When Kings and Queens and Rooks unraveled on the papered fen a Proof for every telling Book I wrapped them up and cornered ALL… garnering my Mother's Sup I locked the Doors and took Luck To Janus and Uranus' Stall for wait of Orphean Pluck. Place them as you find them... let them roar and rip the pages we condign as everything of work and wit like sparrows, who love to flit unwitting seek the sublime or Race upon the Scene and take the Harrow with U in drop of all that’s seen as Hart and Roe divined the true. (107) Please do not Ask My Pyramids of Power... Release the Sorrowed Ass and resolve the Hour. We do not Cum to Raise the Edifice nor remake the Sun but proving how We One from the Dark Our Bliss and every End Begun. Whips of Ash for Willow bending boughs may crash... Who has seen My Widow or redeemed the Mite of Brass? Senator's suns have said silver spoon in hand- Make your own Way then sea and land turned Red and wafting from the Golden Bands struck forth the Day. IT Still IS Entertainment How I treat you Right calling in the Night so Urgent... Proof of Powers arrangement trick the Mind of Site and Dance the Light's Emergence. Keep that Coin, my dear if ought it comforts thee and use when, upon Fear you float the vacant Lethe. Heaps of Mail, Wonder wrought Our Metals bear the Form and cling, like Shadow of Thought upon the back-bent Norms. (108) Yet Attention pays it Still and plucking on the Yore sings Fire into Wisdom, spent for Teaching of the Lord. Lick up that Death or let pour Down thy Tear of Golden Bough... they find of Wealth that All of Each resounds what thy being has Sown. drink IT Down this Ash dissolving IT with Water and Cry upon the Town My whipping Ass redeeming as the Daughters- Did EYE say it Mine? No, no, not Mine this Counsel is not my Own... and yet it Circumvents the Sky on the Wings of Being, Flown. WONDEROFWONDERS Fate or Folly IT is Red from Open Books of Life... ribbons with Holly Crimson Head proven Fire and Jolly. I'd tell them they should understand how Wrath has wrought my Forces but Prose on Prose, a vacant Land of words is not TRUE Purposes. So L, roaring like the Ocean's Wave I fly in quest, the ancient Winds and bend my Self upon the Stave and wrap it All, for Mailing sent. Do not doubt IT so dear Hart (109) but as Ariadne, wove thy verse, my verse, from the Start the Stars themselves adore. from Wednesday of Last I've stacked up more Book of Verse by Spontaneity than Odyssey has told and wrought more wonder kissing the kin of Thunder in literal Word, Our Life Begot when they bore upon my Lore... let them look back where they came from or Force of Nature stock the store of Worlds and Ages un-begun. I am no Bell nor Token of Abuse but lurch upon Hell with Cup of Watered Rues or, struck kiss off my luck… in tolling, Calls Our Muse. Tired, I'd take off my Boots reclining to my Bed but sense what Folly sought is falling down upon the Led… no matter shook upon the Left I kicked the Serpent Wishing- Odin's brother Herme's Cleft… Saturn's darkness raging I stumble upon the Wall and smash my golden Head but Waters bending, cleanse the Stalls Hera kept among the dead… Where shall I LAY my wearied? (110) Our True Rescue is One Thing... take a Q- String the whole God rimmed Thing and LOVE renew! IWILLNOTB THREATENED ANYMORE I there some Way out of Hear... asks the Joker to the Thief Nobility is the Word, coined Belief. Have U seen my Dream Catcher?... Burnished like the Grain and CROWN of knowing, pesters Mog and Gog, Ordained! Some Body O Some Body... Build my brickyards UP and Restore the Fallen Towers! Tell the Devil in Disguise: You do naught Laugh because you know too Well thy Wrong upon the Sky… then if the Demon dares drop Liquid Fire on his Brow more COBRA like spite in the Face and Torque that motley Crew upon ABBADON. Laugh then, thy Self and drop the Verge upon the Darkest Diving... watch sink down the mirrored light and smash all Folly with Despite of they Parents' Sacred Song! (111) Build UP Build UP my BRICKYARD... darling Cipher. Not much more Time have Eye to Sea thy perfection of the Rhyme or Sale of Constancy but blows the Wind upon the Tower for Wings the Air imbued and clutches on the Reign of Sin and rides the Power my Roe and Hart allured… shall then I flee flee from thee or them and others forget? It’s not yet writ to see what I O TE or All, my last Regret. Build UP Build UP my BRICKYARD... and All a Muse In the DAY- Fling away the Devil's bet 2 Generosity. Some key is seeing this you know and believing new worlds bestow to Match the Phoenix Majesty! Just walking To and Fro in Surveillance... Round and Round EYEGO Bowed Apollonian Purveyance. (112) Some BODY just Called... asked if her MUM was HOME... 9 said YES then hung up the PHONE. TRUTH be told I cannot tell If I AM coming or going so soft, yet so bold the Aeons are a Ringing. IT is some Shyster this I know though ever kept toe Learning our LOVE is Guise the World, a Show dancing into Might and Meaning. ITS ALL Just as Well and reaps the Sheaves dropped upon the Spell. Everything's a tuning song upon the whole singing, dancing, playing dervishes of old. Here is a Tale of Expedition when I let down a stunned review and stood at Death's Door... there he lay upon the verge eaten up with guilt and silent as the Tomb slipping fast upon the void though caught by the ankle another warmed up his Cockles yet not enough to wholly wake but for witness of his fate that he ought choose Life when here it lay at his feet… come see, O Sleepers I said and know what Way you Go… (113) I was the White Lion for him and lapped at his feet my kind affection... what is it to me that standing there Red Lion laps his maw but not for comfort?… could I do more and lift this intemperate thing into the Might of Victors?… rather, that he might see what choice avails and that nothing is bent for loss except one's own wasted in folly of pride or tossed on greedy waves of vain ambition... the time has come and what is whispered in secret they shall find shout from the rooftops- I see U. Some call IT such if Number counting but the whole is writ for fame of Life no bit quavering upon the darkest doom or wasting cry of banshee… but on that score I would say I'd rather be a pagan child suckled in Forest Wood upon the lap of Integrity than raised upon Alters of gold or ivory or whirling jasper and have no meekness with it but constant strutting of self-conceit and pretended security. (114) A laugh is heard on the horizon... they too shall come down and take their place among the orphaned rags and widowed throngs. U and I are One I O U U O Me some simplicity in aggregate of each closes out the sum and fixes right the nether reaches and sets firm for all foundation upon the vast Abyss. U do well then and hook your line to what beseems the best for a time or being free move from light to light in perfect harmony though sometimes seeming a flight on Chaos. I'll hash something out in way of response but it must wait some clarity for seeing as I am not threw cleaning up my mess my silvered tress yet dangling in the mire of past stomping… I could not avoid but get it done while yet Day and wave it rested upon the heart a quenched Need my tears wiped clean. (115) IT comes be patient for seeing dear I of mine and yours it will not tarry long but will break upon the Sky a Vision of US and Life of All. I could say how I strung them there and point up how in tow the Earth and Moon and Sun now guards against something which not far off would have smashed them and for sure there would be nothing now but awesome fear and trembling such has not been seen since men first rose to mock the gods in claim of Limits and let loose the Fate unbidden. Behold the School of Ages everlasting embrace no tortured Knot entwined but smooth as glass face to face beheld and Open Glory neither awing nor in awe save Majesty of Being mounting and subsiding on the Vale of crystal Seeing. Has anybody some Blue Ice oh, no wait I see some there, on the Frozen Pond just a kick or two, or three, or four, or five maybe 6 kicks of cat-paw stomping's near. (116) Pesky, aren't they? over here I keep Ravens Proudly set down Silent Sentinels of the Bedchamber. Here S is some Identity and crowns the whole flipped in flipped out Infinity unrolled. Tell em to go play in the yards or barn an owl may espy and give a smart flapping to the croaking Jay. Just flipped it over spewing last of the Acid Draught… dilute with WATER when in Doubt thy Consumption cause to Flow around the River back to Home and belch thy reeling and content Army of Consent to HEART BEAT RHYTHMS… watch the little deaths retire to vacant mutters… still, my pet and lovely hunter there boy, there daddy is your care take ear... there go the croaking frogs in pant of Air un-refused why not U hunt on the Line? (117) Think of it as a Venture all but gained some sifting more sifting all wishing hope aspiring people smiling ages thunder roll with wonder time to ponder where my rising where my setting when my fetching when my petting O, not forgetting where to steer the Stars. Call it Expeditious Transmission… I paid an I for what I O but stay it here. Never but what We Wrote though cast on Air for Response well met and grace enjoys ever thankful praise without dismay though now locked-down with no more vain Reply. No mere step in time the rhyme and rhythm galloping hooves Odin's speed in One Eyed flight treading cross the foam of hours, prancing still in majesty of fame. Flare, flare, flare the bristling mane cool ice thunder (118) fuming steam in heat of roaming prancing, storming under the golden reigns more firm in champing bits of moment gulping down the lusty rain wind-born kin grace bestowing bounty lightning sped rose upon the dead bristling intention waving degrees sliding scales of relief word for wonder silent thunder hanging tresses whirl of dressings happy sorrow flown the sparrow into its native bower every token of care bridled kindly thy true instinct on reign of golden age or silver footed tramp the mire lift the razing spires and shift thy nesting lour too dear the musing led and from the fleeting page danced laughter into reason or humming into song the air along winging the whitened lore unlocking that in store while windows opening flirt of flitting thy care my care careful on the tending wash maids bending tigers wending beechnut warblers (119) bowers of stick-shift birds ravens piloted garden tillers curtains twirled lintels shivered fiery hung leaves a golden blazing red warmth of features merry holly Cards and Jacks winged creatures waxwing eyes and chicken scratch thy brickyard pastures building heaving casting seed cluck and barking barnyard scenes waking but to intend what gentle nursing wrought and honest lend babies’ secret thought... do I seem to bob and peer on seeming or the rank disguise that, raking all with shadows mirrored quit loss of indecision's year... I have not mis-begot thy seed held close as sparrows to the bower my hope in satisfying every need sun shower we love and own… let us not slip from out this starry hour lose our grip of light upon the raised towers... bend and break the seaming go and all of that for wishing rakes and takes and still bestows honest striving… (120) more, more ever more the carping thought contends bore, bore bore the lore of learning, thought distends... could I say what eager wish is willing or what want inspires I'd reply make of life a swilling or gulp of the imbibing naught denied... how dear how near are you... no fear no tear I bid of U embrace forsake live again… relate ingrate thy sin thy love my love endue why love try love and prove thy face my face all endeared why pace the trace of bitter tears? U'r own My own all alone we brook the Spheres My tone U'r tone of being each in each allured... (121) need a lot of space to believe but don't let go or lose Control... bend service ever bend and bending swear service ever lends thy luring or circumspection owned for learning... let rain the shadow of our loss it flits and flies in wasted places dances to the Crown and Boss of triangulating traces... mark thy space, O Man and lift upon the Verge thy time of standing, allowed by grace of our fleet sowing... catch the seed, forbear the Art thy times of fortune told and whisper from the start thy care of burdens, old... some need is there for constant watching a kind of prayer that ever talking whispered, or more bluntly spoke the wending time foretokens and luring lovers, wrote of faith and grace for-hoping… sleep? enough sleep is spent the world awakes and yawns the breath of Ages wondering who will keep the sacred number 1… you thought it less when ought espied the knowing best our heart descried... token of some muse that lends upon the way (122) vision of our Use that I circumscribed?... reach thy twelve and extend thy iron arm upon the rest in steps of measure turning over thy lengthened step. Seems that some have thought love in reserve and bind their hope in knots for keep of their preserve… when will they guess that open arms of life and destiny conspire in all to bless with lovely charms without discrepancy? The bird its nest shall tend like rain upon the grass and every corner bend each blade on next, surpassed when all is wrapped upon the bough and round the corners wended it starts again, the second show and padding of the down set nice for birdies tending… this is our hope, more broader wrought not in particulars of thought but rounded in the woods of mind contend that others' sun may shine. It’s not because I left the borders of this realm nor that the lover fails in holding part but much on the Horizon calls and some weeping yet… not from loss, or regret but wrought upon the Fact we yet embrace our ken and groan within reaching past the moment (123) clasp of our tomorrow hand in hand the Sojourn band of friends, lovers, kin… much lies ahead and fields to harvest won covering the bet cast on the Ages: One tending the open plain seers eat some bread and peer on what to gain or let slip by as dead… prophets espy upon the sky winds of Fortune blown wondering why the Glory has not yet flown but bent upon IT all some Vision stands alone… set to stage a funeral for vanity, too rashly owned. I groan under such strain and wish my life take flight wave this folly and pain inherited or begot- good bye… would another clutch my hand and firm set upon the loss while fixing all, withstand temptations to be boss... if this I'd find, all is gain while trudging in the field and loss of self maintained to boasted Worth, ought-contained. There upon the lofting wave that rises but to kiss the Air it bothers not the one to save but owns what is its latent fare… no grasping want or greedy need nor fear upon the open surge it rises, falls, with blatant glee of being, spent or lost in every urge… such as is fair, the wafting goes while finer sentiments are gleaned (124) but raging in the billows blow the torrents of the untamed Sea. U said feed me on the Aesir winds and I exhaled Verdure spent on breathing One found best the rest in not yet History. AESER ASA AZEROTH Does this depend?… Woden's Day Summer Promise Innocence Assured Newsday revelation whispered once in fall of Stature engulfed contest gulping or dropping down treachery and loss one gulp upon the main sent seas a sucking orbs of vacuum ships a ducking or glove-cave moving, mountains under Rage and onward thrusting G’ONG’ON Aesir ken and take that Company besides. My Ship is battened thank ye kind... catch aught of wind upon the brine?… these winds were fierce down-pouring gale and sleeting to foreplay... watchmen sails, unparsed upon the windy bale of uncharted sky. (125) Mums in a cooking Paws on the Plow boss man: Stuff IT lying dower, disease rocking the streets… Home Sweet Home momma take me home sweet home… just a punk in the street it's a race track just a punk in the street I was a race track just a punk on the scene… catch up catch up it flees Neptune's dried tortoise strung melody to stars whistling wind torque of led still flying climbing drawing in as tow the three-fold wanderers trudging down and out of sight milky ways… good bless storming the sea woman in U man in Me all in the world it feels like the very first time more lifetimes spent so foolishly… now I found U WE make (126) History all that eyes conceive opened up a Door like it never will again never again though it feels like the first time feels like the very first time… open up the Door won't WE open up the Door?… feels like the first time feels like the very first time O, IT FEELS. Can you hear the Snort of the Double Doors open as the Wind but Brazen as Mountain Shoulders?… and on my red shoulders I shall rest U expire Pools of Being un-slaked by Time each agate born to crystal aging stored away hand of holy rest of Night teetered on or felted bright soft moon showers quiet fields golden enterprise mountain safe-holds rubied land… maybe WE are there talking bout Together, Now… did you pay your dues read the news paper in the yard?… still playing on my Symbols kinder, like the beat and drum and wire is nice (127) pulled taught for singing. I'm not asking for much take me Home not by myself not Alone I'm not asking for much just looking for some Touch… still burning Soul on fire. Some must needs pluck this Key together otherwise aspire more daunted the wasting daughters whose tears yet our MEMORY preserves no Folly but Recognizing the Way together shared. Do best to recognize your happy anticipation worthy born among us eye to eye or bending wrought more stomping known on Mountains… temporarily shown examples of the trotting Main… open lays the Field quiet is the Brook sacred is the Hearth holy is the Realm under is the Foot Pillars of sacred Ivory steady born no muscle led but Fortunes' favored One… Prepare U'r self (128) spirit of the sky died but laid to rest in the place that is the best … near upon the Verge you speak where elder eyes behold kingdom courage or the weep of daughters left unwed… step back step back this is not U'r doing... but see see ever see what Life’s unfolding… QB is the Inner Court OH is the Outer Court as IS PHOENIX and PERCEPTION the rest is Membership like our great Oak lately rent but honey drawn eye for I a welcomed trade of pain and virtue… riling stones water born or desert dried call ruin on the wasteful… strength upon the lame sight upon the blind, or speech a willing wish once dipped by Angel stirrings lovely whispered… Wake from the Dream U sleep and kiss upon Insight (129) whose luscious thing falls like fluttering wings upon the spiraled sight wending green and gold flakes of whispered hair in golden sunshine led… a fairies mist or tinkled melody dust of gold a flaking whisper wonder on the wind and floats there yet wanting wondering dancing breathing the crisp air… red and blue they twirl laughing rejoicing clinging fleeing chasing leaping laughing turning flying dropping wending whizzing kissing clapping resting wonder away from such rat-clay system muddy waters swamps besides!… ropes and ladders rill the victims rape the daughters and all the rest despised… let fly there (130) upon the bough and fling thy razing dart smack between what beseems… defend the Roe at every start. It’s fishy, fishy for the worlds of teardrops loved stand greeting, alone thy beloved… then drop a line and share the half each in each adore; but when you part an bubbles spin let rule the cool over the sun no gender on the broken main but wonder in the Recognized… so do not haste to wend thy lair as much of ought yet conspires to teach of the Beware. After that Make the bubble Tangible… catch the Mountain and adore embraced of wandering too wise to complain Now burning burin burin keep on burin… (131) Fire keeps on flying can't stop IT Now It’s burning Down… smack Ice upon the Fire more Misty Like glean wisps of light and chase no pleasure here or there but more than dares break on threw the Other Side… I did not get there before you came but we simply met upon the same and sane seining the past.... been too long since I felt this way Today is the Day too strong not to Analyze what's holding down… Turn IT around send upon the dog the rabbit and see how far they fly... It’s a bastard but I SEE MYSELF in a brand neway seen of the rectified seen of all that I can disembowel the complaint of wish I can, too cheaply buy… sing me round the world and leave behind all stars a calling suns a shining… let ITGO. Gates of Splendor Mother Pearl Ageless birthing (132) every Soul… step upon the marble cool in bubbling bath temperate to need maybe more than enough… darling walk around with me U got so much so much… many have I loved many times been bitten gazed on the open road many times I lied many times listened in wonder how much there IS to know… many Seems come true some, silver linings all of Dream and pocket full of Gold many, many man can see the open road many is the word that only leads to guessing things… U really ought to know I really ought to know U know I should B U know I should B… I AM lonely 2 want to get back to my City by the Bay… not getting along without U'r charms when lights go out and moon shines on the Bay (133) I want to be there … when U'r light shines on the City… here it is here is Trust of Ageless Way Sojourn Principalities… gear it up pull it in the Hunt Is Over or wonder why my firs been pelfed… catch nothing that falters hear the roar of the crowd Victors' to All ear to the wall didn't know for sure how to play it but didn't take long to understand slung way down low one-way ticket one way to go rock it till you shake to the top then... O boxed Hero come alive, 2Night casting Shadow on the backstage door yet kept rocking... the boy's got to stay on top stars in his eyes with one Chatter come alive 2Night know their names play their games don't loose track or come down too hard... I'll be there to share the land (134) to shake your hand given away when WE live Together, Now Talking about Together Now…echoes of song. Make Project of it U'r painted Vision My Verse cast broad and wide feeding the tide of seeking or besetting… more lovely than a waking dream to waft along the wave and pluck the seeming weave of care in the believing… gentle as a musing nurse upon the darling child a care of grace and rest for wanderers among the wild… blessed hope cherished wrought restoration ropes hung for joy, by weeping bought and all worthily bespoke fixed Chaos to the Light dangling like chandeliers the spangled banner of thought… rejoice, rejoice it is the Day thy Promises forborne writ broad upon the lay thy lovely choice of owning the forlorn gentle sister loving maid mother of the born… catch the Cisterns fill the Way with Milk of Knowing Lore… this is thy praise (135) this is my meet set to raise thy loving seat catch thy hand set thee down and all the world espy... this is thy land my crowning towns for thee and ought contrived… confirm thy worth then breathing deep contract the maze to flowers in a heap… this is the waking Might worked through with kindness frightful Light of ageless sowing, blindness no bit allowed or in the Night bent to wrong of Person all endowed with Life and learning... You will see by my tenor and thought what concerns me and where my fixed resolve lays in respect of your honor but I can freely confess how greedy as I am for Beauty... could I embrace these things of Vision as my own I would not hesitate to smash some Porcelains of ancient renown in exchange... if but to embrace to glide along the lovely Vision work of such lovely affection a moved and moving understanding O that I would drink my thirsty Cistern full and flow like Ganges or Egypt's fame to flood Horizons with sweet effluvia of living... Today has been my almost constant attention to these wondrous lights of seeing pure as the honest touch more kind than gentle Zephyrs on my mind (136) and grace... deep breathing contemplation patient willing... warmth of allaying taste.. aesthetic glare of sweet or sublime sight... home in going rest in getting there... cycled doing constant met thy Fortune's lovely care... awesome plan understanding hands... upright raised and worthy met discipline within the daughters' eyes dauntless courage, knowing day once ever set my mind needs slip its reel and I wander upon music not too subtle on the dreaming but wonderful the weary pilgrims still happy in a Tinman's rags... breath deep, breath slow and set thy heart to drumming... let it roll, more patient roll and mend the world to loving... it circulates this THING, you know and wends the very depths of living... turns again in praise of dying sown to seed the field with rich and fragrant growing... spiders silk or fishes breathe the wending way for being yet worked upon the Year Of Aught Alert to need and types of Will still seething... some falsehood passed between and they spoke for themselves... then she spoke secretly and I knew they were but servant of some lesser wish and no aspiring light which all admire too lisping on their health complaint or boredom too tired now to make good war (137) upon the disputed foes but who, like friends take semblance of their interest then descried to stupid trudging naught relied on grace or patient believing... what manner this in twisted way beseeming or kept to special bliss strikes the mind with charms unseen? it's wasted, wasted, wasted now it's wrapped in shadows bleeding into the Mist too dismissed from what is stowed for lovers and their singing… shake not the shadows when espied the wedding's great address or blown to bellows that once relied on proud affront and ill-constraint? break and smash and waste and ruin lay low the false assuming towers... shake the rust and slash the war to sin and doom sent uncalled upon the powers… no patient seeming then partake nor waste the moment under Harvest Moons but snatch, latch, attach thy stake of knowing proof, the few allured. It’s a steady sense to be sure and patient heartbeat upon the moment unsurpassed by aught nor dismayed by any waking sleeping thought arrayed or in the making tempt what all may relate (138) sleeping guise or waking pride the wending is a weaver's stride who reckons not too much the hide it weaves or falsehood's doubt ascribe less shaking than a spider's bower lipstick kissing, entertained to mend the luscious tramping, every hour refreshed in suckling their ends peering wonder silent thunder all espied ought relied every way descried for seeing on the open Day… ponder, ponder ever wonder hope allayed every thing betrayed to what's a lie in fact upon the proving Way scream, fast, rend thy clothe burn down thy mountains forlorn and cast the heavens' bones lost to vagrant wishing or the falsely born… haha I laugh and cry not sure I weep for joy blabla my reasons why these tears are too alloyed… no trembling loss to empty cups the burden yet contrives for knowing lives or filling cups to steady peace of gods… step steady then or prance, they praise or patient on the allured keep the mends and pluck the wild lays of ancient births and cures… whist thy wishes thank thee kindly (139) talk upon the mane and every pilgrim greeting bless them blindly in hope of all sustained blessed crew forgotten lot too tempted by the waves while much folly wrought to living, lose or wishing, front upon the brave… all I remember are the Dreams in the Mist or when I close my I's I live another life too cold outside rainbows in my eyes candle in my grip no empty words fallen from false lips these dreams seek when cold outside moments awake further awake for all of worth derived or satisfy thirst to slake and still remakes joy from tears that seem something out there… none can resist world full of Princes while Freedom is a Kiss but Princes have their spell in moments of the Night where all of vain reliance or the belching of nether hell from light in flight of might bends and lifts compliance and sets to motion Oceanus in turning and solution… cinch the emotions deep and purge the stalls involving all (140) to sight in knowing not in sleep their Vision showing in marriage of the Princess hold a moment and still the thought much is enterprise here not for loneliness or what is taught of contending tears… wait upon a moment and wish it on prayer our dreams come true for love shared some portion of a living hope among many families and lost daughters who contend of wealth to tread for honest glee or bind fast upon the princes our great Sheave and relief - some boast upon the worth whose temptation is in seeming then bending one to many births for control or political believing wrecked upon the start and foiled projects teeming to unity upon a single hearth. I saw two sets of eyes peering from front to back and left to right they both espied their own reflection's lack and each to light picked the harvest fields and kept plucking for when We Are done little fare will be left to yield upon the hunting for what the gods have begun some challenge I suppose of thought and wishing worthy yet of balance (141) on what no name knows but what is proof of Being… bid it well, bid well thy state as all of it is bestowed upon thy wishing, late or of worthy care allowed and lent to life a true belief that set to stone what All betakes. Will you figure this yet how I wait in wish you hear and do not doubt what I had proven defending against some insistent carp in bulwark of your privacy but which dolt near wrecked for sake of pride and made almost un-friends forsaken trusts of meeting... it lives yet and aspires a wish for sure and understanding. We set a Furnace on the Word our hope assured and lent for patience to the True … there is no bother of folly if idiots rule or talkers talk as all are wasting ken too much of squawking or the privileged walk that few indulge and win. Crashing comes an awful Wave undoing all that's done nothing forestalled wisdom wrung from the grave its accusation's doom wove on the lesser rung for wiped ways while all the rest involved the moment here (142) and, lovely solved in seeking yet the year our seeing everlasting sung to Life and Glory in the Way and endurance won for Thanks and Praise of sacred Lay every bit of every worthy whirl of language and the remonstrance paints fine as color on the canvas of the world for whole and impressive elegance. We leap upon the scale and whirl, almost asleep with steep besetting turn to slower dales for lead of sheep upon the resting. This is my lurching on the LAMBDA too much of wonder to leave deferred by best of care... I'm sorry you felt to dare upon the face of this contrived with Power and Force of Nature's thunder wrought secretly for Momma but sisters, thine my way had tempted and aught before I knew from out the shrine sprung voice determined to stretch the Line of the true… not thine, dear soul this fault of willing others have allowed and from the whole wrenched our trilling to shrill the widow-making sounds… make quick the work and do not install a sight to the beseeming but all of wishing shirk (143) to that your faith bestows for hope and our believing. I'll plead my case their case or aught the way of willing scoff and mend the days to leisure's pace of thought our ends of loving taught for patience in the race while tribulations crossed my mind since last eve... dark musings and threat of overturning much contested and thrown back complaint of others no bit denied myself of Fortune but increased many fold in face of accusation... worthy born among several and thee, too implied by seeing virtue no part inscribed to conflict among these nor me, but rest upon assured face of living, loving hoping best and patient seeking ever lifting the might of faith upon our true horizon... but here I must renew what whirlwinds wrought of seeming and the sky let drop some torture of dissimulation... and so confess how rived has it seemed this last adventure with twisted ways of need and interest... wonder that we don't gobble all down in one great, greedy, boisterous table of devouring... some day perhaps, some day soon or rage to inflaming and sudden sweeping of the fields... did you see, since last that Synchronicity was mentioned and was let fly that thing that makes one go...hmmm... how my horizons, not yet known to others was whirled to light of Inspection (144) and the Stars fell slow and bright upon the midnight sky... round and round as first was seen that Led of Lightning Thunders shed across the sky full view the setting sun of day and thrashed upon the outer ring in tow of our circumvention... another volley wended lower on the verge and passed the Polar realms under the outer fringe of darting Led... both ranging to their fixation among the temporal lights no bit denied of witness for those whose flashing eyes peer hard down upon the coasts and circumspect the doings among folly or cruising the plane mark out the boarders of my Field?... these ways are seeming and we bear what needs be all things of tiding owned or by the true believing wrought to life our being or knowing yet, shed tears below- what's with this wide careening that passes bounds severe and all this whispered peeping bout things left bereft or out the nether sphere sudden on the stark of seeing forgot what love bequeathed? I tell you this I will not wholly sleep nor slumber asking why but all this shit cast to bails and keep for yet another mucking sty nor wondering on vacant ways shall folly tempt determination in what it owns of fleeting days that ponder much discrimination. (145) It's done, it's done it's yet in doing all this wayling ken who run, and run pretending fun in what has ever been or what we make of worthy days no loss forestalled, illumination yet bestows upon our ways the answer, each deliberation it calls to steady light in question of that past... It ponders coming, going seeking ways for wishing and the noble things that last... lingering upon the embedded hearth it wafts along the scent of rosy gardens and the shade of cool spring brooks the fountain poured below a kind refreshing or sturdy upon the hardened facts seeks to rule the shades and nooks among the mountains sown for deep attending... such awful sight such fierce and honored cause holding fast, as tight as sailors to the main against all crashing loss the waves of fortune bore... pretty heroes braided thoughts in lay to Worth Asa kin of Bridges and Borders and Ways... hurrah, they stand and stow! Gods help me speak more plain… it was my loss some short time ago to feel your wondering though I count it false to kiss another then blow (146) ever to the pleasant pondering. I rightly see and ought confess some wrong my way attending... I lay upon the raging sea and dragons dress for righteousness and truth befriending; so if I smoke and smolder it is no fault of them or thine but stench of me in Mordor holding back volcanic times. Pray thee, clap upon the steerage this ship of state intend for sail to life and noble peerage we share and would defend. It's not that I await your way nor bend in knee to what I've done but that another living day shall lift to light our dipping sun more wonder of wonders ancient wending worlds to wandering bound or loosing horns the potent thing groaning to be born for might and satiate of each betrothed our common heart; we learn to better own and clearly know what acid belching alarms for extreme and violent conception or what dragons breathing performs for quaking in the mist and power to shake the norms or stretch the weaving of the Norns caught as we catch, or can from contest fall’n through light to Oblivion too fast, almost, for angelic flight in what the ancient heart withstands of every loss and willing. (147) I fall, I fall through stepped kingdoms seeking yet our All… forestall, forestall my palling Aeons and let the halls of risen hope be sped to each in all and all in each, foregone for hope of life and livid streaming. I know you well then when your interest rose to thought and conversation bent our own ideas; free, begot no complicated mass… thy soul aspires my own is passed when if thy hope retires and leaves all cast to that merely admired. I wish more than I can keep and embrace as broad as my arms extending, better reap… my kind to bursting barns I would thy salvation stow and temples of this quavered mind some portion of thy whole fit the narrow recess I've designed but now to pad thy bed and fluff thy noble rest. Honor for thy bleeding past! that hangs like crimson curtains strung the quest, our best and musings of seeming certain confess more is left our bower to maintain of what bereft for power others yet retain. (148) We shall maintain as we have lived and nothing gain save that we give- what is the same of our believing your equality, arranged lent to myself, each day lift burdens of tomorrow if but what’s present slain to free aught guilt or sorrow perhaps, to speak more plain and lift what mercy bought or thought to paradise arraigned as it seems or in the main express an innocent surprise that each our eyes allied to see: pages of a Gallery set nice among the things and orbs of Fantasy to stage for what wonder rings in tidings of the time and ends soul searching but whole or rounded kinds of personality proven being. Is THIS enough or shall we delve the empty space of seeming speak...relief to all the many healed for fullness of the hour, believing? Bid them raze no idle edifice nor hasty under a shadow phase send rushing to amaze this world or bless the wasting days our worth unfurled upon their empty guess. (149) Well and good, now distend upon my idle dares and all this wishing, understood make gold from straws of care. Bid them make what all of wishing may be proved and every loosened stake uproot and plant on borders of Motherhood. I will not tempt upon dismay to force the wayling’s days nor bend the thoughts arrayed in service of some lesser way but set upon my stone for wonder yet to life all once lost, now to own the dregs that rive in strife. Match the University of Thought and fly to meet our wishing in sweat of brow and blood of sorrow bought to reap and sow the noble diving, contriving binding and loosing All. Brickyards, brickyards build up the brickyards thy ken awake and this relate- fix it soon change as the moon and everything ingratiate; catch the fate and steady as the noon tear down folly mediate, meditate- brickyards brickyards build up the brickyards. (150) Happy Jupiter's Day! Thor's Hammer wafts the Air and smotes upon the smoking Mountain... Allay Allay, Allay Asa kin the gods forbear now ridge along the vaulted Ceilings remake, remake, remake the sacred halls installing… all the loss of Summer, rake to gain of Father calling- thy members all betake!