Bla - e - Blob… I always loved

Bla - e - Blob… I always loved
pictures of naked people over
over Time lost on a cup of forgive
while the circus screams in
the background of inner focus
for all worthwhile prescriptions
kept in the drawer of waiting
for help to arrive but never
does… when I see the eye-
lash monster look at me
seriously and tells our peers
to become our enemies
when does the clock go
wrong when it turns back from
when it was engaged to a
piper in a pink lame´suit
as if such nonsense exists
in our universe of shame…
when you drove me to live
and I paid the toll of fortune
not guaranteed by prophets
awash'd in ecocide journals
or non coherent scribbles
by charlatan artists I sent
to the grave for matters un-
rehearsed… make them all
aware of it's existence for
Time is not alone but will
surely miss the bus if we
all stop talking - then the
last seance of babbling
like an idiot's ghost on fire
will be content as soon as
dinner is done cooking on
the facts of stove -
Bla - e - Blob...

Run far to scope of

Run far to scope of
shame as plotted into
many indecisive c0oL

- when weeping, carry a
cause like kleenex to wipe
your fluids upon, otherwise
say prayers that no evil finds
you to win a deal only once
promised to the doldrums of saints
and warrior's bosses - Control
is but god to them

So must isn't on the platter
and do is all they can

- When Time ripens over
quarters misgiven, we shall
inherit the only move toward
freedom's parlor that we can
accomplish - When all play
fair, most lose - when
all cheat all lose
forever forward - See
me Love and win.

Say too much and you may be

Say too much and you may be
 
placed in foster care by
 
state sponsored jack booted
 
ghouls - Remnants of other
 
historical meanderings
 
and relinquished
 
thru many double fantasies
 
as evidenced by data made
 
public in human
 
thought escrow
 

- when did charm become
 
a weapon, and when
 
will democracy
 
be erased by patriots?…
 
uh, like, Now...

woRdSw0rLd copAy

woRdSw0rLd copAy ///   and other mights I've heard thru-out...


…real poetry knows know grammar...
piquant… you be,,,

---if only the meek would inherit the earth, we could buy more political influence >$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

thought rape will never succumb me.

found poetry is a moot investigation out of write-lock

The V-0iDs
makes me jerk chicken choke ad infinitum


0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0ohhh...


while you make your
coins and dip you wick in
a love of them
we plot your demise
in our plotz to defend
our moral code is taxed
for life, so get in the bag
and admit your wife.

when yyou type with one hand, the other iis doing something. either nice oor naughty. regardless, it helps tto visualize the contempt ffor the medium…….. man ray ssay it so's…

A sanitized reality……... really, rose!
blow my nose and kiss my toes*

{kiss my nose and blow my toes???…}


for the benefit and total amusement of
fools, liars and thieves.
Captive animals seek escape - so help one sometime.



and speaking of time………………………………….. (((((((•)))))))


surfing time, seeking infinitesimal units that define seconds like eons…
then we should break for fast.

oh mom… this fuckin' life and all it's misery….

oh mom… I miss you so much…

I miss our talks, and your basic wisdom advice…
I miss what brief Time we captured together in
such a short Time to make up for all that Time we
lost over Time… hope to see you again in the next
sphere… have some vodka ready for us...

but like Arlene used to say… "all I know man, is I don't know…"

…and aside from co0L guitars & amps, i also adore:

- cute old ladies with nice heinies and legs and cleavages and red pedicures singing blues or folk songs while walking their small well-behaved monkeys on chains...


Our variations on a calliope

Our vibrations on a cantalope

Our reverberations on a cunnilingus

Our reservations at sex after eighty…

Our reactions to government spying

Our only way out is through their asshole, sad but truth////////////


sublunary
stoic stories and others have seen me in my randomware


meanwhile……………………….  ?  ……………



paid attention demands colorful metaphors
so, live beyond yourself


i have an important announcement concerning the band...



Hector, where did you put the lettering enamel?


"we are home and here and will be here…"
-- T. Stubbs, (my wonderfulLy estranged wifeband)

We, proletariat

We, proletariat


see all truth… hear all truth… speak all truth


Qi   -   (symbol)


   氣


Mercy

Charity

LOVE

Bring them all Home

Who Hurt You?

The Bill of Rights is not

illusion of democracy

Give No Quarter

BLOW UP YOUR TV

THROW YOUR PHONE IN THE RIVER

Love Somebody

END WAR

feed people

FOCUS

distraction for the masses is evil

All is done to do is let the words pour forth evermore.

live in reverence, humility, integrity.

strive Love

know fear not

Fear Nothing

Time is on my side

other than bits from other works

care for them

always think

go where it is…

Keep doing


Genuine empathy


blood and injustice

Gravitas

===================
Time, space, gravity

metaphysics

spiritual healing

physical healing

mental healing

healing

political lies

social comment

sex

love

art, music, writing

ramble

Rave On

tragedy & comedy

play

epic statements

observation
========================
It felt better than it Looked

Don't Give in.

Never give up.

DO!

DO… then do more!

Allergic to Liars

Allergic to Lies

question everything

Stop buying stuff

peace

(Peace signs in colors)

Whistleblower

we won't play your game

don't play their game

TRUTH

truth

the truth hurts
because
it's the truth

no more war

never has been, has it

Leave a Message

Please don't buy me anything.

Lost Business

Lost Home

Question Authority.

revolt or revamp.

I Am Not Afraid.

I read
I question
I think.

I have
zero tolerance
for your
zero tolerance.

The Beat goes on…

Thrill you I could

You ain't got no god.

soft anarchy.

Hard Core Pacifist

Voting doesn't matter

27 club

Time, the place
where space exists…

i am not afraid.

Ain't no way you
takin' me willingly.

=============================================


























KEEP YOUR GOD OUTTA MY PANTS!

HA-HA!
I took this shirt off my ex-bosses back!

Used wet t-shirt

Laid off, pissed off, F#ck off

Wall Street Sucks

War. Barbarity. Greed. Pollution.
We are on notice, but we have not noticed.

we are the church of the latter day nazis

just say no

NO MORE!!!?

OF, FOR, AND BY THE PEOPLE

Not voting is a vote anymore


Tell him how you feel:

Barack Obama
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20050


"Don't salute the damned boxes, Mr. President, crack the lids and look at what you've done."    - Christopher Cooper

"SHOULD THIS NATION FALL....IT SHALL FALL NOT BECAUSE OF FOREIGN THREATS OR ENEMIES, REAL OR IMAGINED.....IT SHALL FALL BECAUSE THE PEOPLE *ARE* CORRUPT"........   BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.


We have met the enemy, and they have more money than you, me  all of our friends, relatives, and neighbors combined x millions.


accountability is for the working class and the poor. the wealthy ride free. always have.


it's a crazy life. Let's hope for a sane death.

Heavy hands on Heavy hearts extinguish

Heavy hands on Heavy hearts extinguish
heavy breasts belonging to heavy friends for
giving breaks all days nights and weekends
but holidays never really come clean once
filled with joy and sorrow is the new always.

Where supposed questions reign answers
as our backs against walls of despair and
Time uses suspense to freeze all wages to
be given to corporate scum bags of theirs
will hide in false compartments as liars do.

studio movement surprises overwhelming

studio movement surprises overwhelming
evens slash odds slash coherent coolants
given favors to flavors by inventing all
saviors so delites are outlawed by parties
of the first part and riders contract kill.

all the pretty girls their fancies taken
to levels of excite rogue are ever blowing
bubbles on the food of nude spirits whom
I stood with at the appeal of judgements
so's not to give'n any advice for worse.

semi movement over draft states and file
clerks wives affairs will bring a halt to love
as strife for life we depend many kinds
strangers bites us on asses both thick thin
when door knocking goes out the window.

Make you into what I think for was

Make you into what I think for was
 
they excite all us has-beens given
 
thoughts to broken managers left
 
by kingdom cum all silent types
 
will never need apply.

I submit to cold steel in

I submit to cold steel in
my room of desperate color
strings on a grid of twelve Times
twenty one give or take an only
voice who cares about less
fortunate than any ever I found
kneeling in my house of prayers
continue sinking but always
seeing brave worthwhile and
seeking homey's to be with
friends of thee I sing while
they gather a beat and turn a
deaf ear on these our brethren
I only stitch a wound for
Times cold dinner

I submit to cold steel in very
unpleasant cubes and wonder
how it all came to this as I
was just minding my same
0 same 0… when wind
finds you and knocks you
over the only way out is thru
your own dimension in warps
and wraps and girls named
yvonne or darlene or Lorraine
as I practice tongue kissing
and tit sucking in the adams
theater of newark oh sweet
sweet youth

I submit to cold steel in
one transport to carry me
wayward over vast lineage of
asphalt and concrete abyss of
only in amerika can you feel
worthless in a Time you own
how they suffered over this
landescape of folly by admission
becomes a destitute landing
by fathers whose purpose is
swindle murder and love of country
stolen by all who came with them
in a heat of pretense never to
accept defeat for kings and thus
promoted and subdued

I submit to cold steel in
the only form it takes to
load particles of lead brass and
powder for political gain or
monetary relief or love forsaken
which ever comes first when
we fall out of this sphere unto
the next the pain becomes a
lesson to all those breathing in
the penniless assembly for only
we truly know the value of
life and what it takes to
cause substantial virtue.

Your vibrations sometimes irk me

Your vibrations sometimes irk me

.......



 

I left all your bullshit with
 
swollen heels, just stood my
 
ground and how that feels
 
my cause taken lightly so
 
much it floats while others
 
swallowed your junk like boats
 
to beat me down you can't succeed
 
I know the truth and it made
 
me bleed your things not wanted
 
I've found you out I will not
 
sell my passions out so I go
 
now on a merry way and do
 
tell others to keep away from
 
your death grip viper horned
 
which crass ideals used
 
bullets mourned should
 
be reversed towards
 
slimy holes we will not
 
sacrifice our souls for any
 
promise made unkept and hungry
 
eyes whose talent wept so
 
make your fun and tidy store
 
but we won't be part we're
 
not you whore ( • )

want is all my play is my

want is all my play is my
think of me and do say I
was a was for now it is
feel a lobe can make me diz'

when is Time called all upon
forward back and under on
listen tell it beyond way
foster hope in current day

spin oh spin life at once all
leave me sighing bound to fall
space of touch and dream to plead
twice arrested three times bleed

seems like shame not felt is who
closing eyes are sometimes blue

Not complaining just voicing an opinion

Not complaining just voicing an opinion
run, run wild as I did once young steam
punkish girl & boy and who you are is
what i am but not confusion until later.

We pause for breath and breathe for Love
and Truth follow us so we should capture
those in our living book of roads traveled
while Time passes so quickly in stealth.

I saw a thought drift

I saw a thought drift
by and cascade into a sea
of opinions. Ripe for the
season, I tried to grab it as
it floated by but came up
empty. So I went down to the
local ice cream parlor
instead - And there  it was…
The perfect scoop of the
cream of the ice. It was
on sale, 2 for one, or a
penny for your thoughts
which I lost over the sea
of opinions, (remember?).
Such is the stance of
ever vigilant maneuvers.
Thus, by my own accord, a
new balancing act. Conceived
in corduroy, and birthed
in Brazil, (a nut, you say…)
only to find the cheap
outer chorus of monotonous
droning of chimpanzees,
each humming his & her own
stanzas of sweet bliss on
the open plains. And there was
another thought this time,
but I caught it just in time.
Took it home and showed it
to my wife. "That's nice dear"
she uttered without a silence
-- and it all could be yours if
the price is right.

See my silly. See how Time

See my silly. See how Time
chases its tail in a fervent
example of froth and torque.

Hear my silly. Listen how
the waves of light reach
to begin anew day every Time
I employ that spectrum.

Touch my silly. Wonder how it
feels, this matter seething
forth from distance within us.

Will we ever get to that point
of crossover where exist and
dream become the same - Real
verses compiled in this sea
of durations probe ////////////////.

conestoga

conestoga
minestroni
merry raga
estrogenic
mirage
        temp
            only
                guidelines
 
fever pitch
 
a strike in common with
 
garbage men in memphis
 

WE still weep for HIM
 
and his courage brought
 
us here to decide that
 
ray fell down we heard [•]

Almost angry visions

Almost angry visions
lessons to unrest

bleeding by desire
hope hangs by a thread

masses follow a lead
leaders think it's for them

hollowed awakenings flourish
A mist in the midst of courage

when the need arises confused
we will wait for the signal

perhaps the fire will be doused
All we can ask is forgiveness

I don't need all the answers
but to know you love me...

There used to be a Time when I

There used to be a Time when I
could correct the second Hand
and offer a Third. Then I found
A Secret in the basement of my balance
so fragile that the expired warranty
became an anecdote to success
for at least thirty days - Sixty
if the down payment was a goose.
"Hey", the acrobat yelled from the
trapeze, "where do YOU get off?"
"I can't take them seriously when we
afford these basic pleasures to
anyone in need for free."
It does work that way so don't
Let anyone Tell you any Less.
When I see armies of giants
I know it's Time to pack
the spoon & pillow AND hide
deep in the sorority
 
= Ω.

You wouldn't last a minute

You wouldn't last a minute
in my jungle. Here everything
is equal. It may be different in
size, but we all get along to-
gather in harmony. Does that
sound dingy to you? Are your
receptors all awry with flagrant
fragrance? You should understand
this jungle on a level consequence
of quo•status. Heed your need
for seed not greed. That's the
ticket bro. To ride the lust
of my passion on the train of
nuances. My heart beats for
the ONE in the jungle…

Once was a Time when all who

Once was a Time when all who
dared listen came away with the
most wonderful sense of Akashic
Records. Again in the womb of joy
directly before the matinee starts we
stand in line enjoying a performance
of young men beating on plastic. It
has taken me back to a much
simpler Time when I was sick home
from school and my Nana would
make me soup and buttered bread to
keep my strength up so that when I
grew up, the talons of life would
turn to me and rip and tear at
what walls I built around me to
protect my kingdom from you. I
never finished the project.

Gravity's got you

Gravity's got you
captured on this planet

what of the Any of
the Anys? - where is
the Time of the Times?

Shame is only laughing at
pluralcide's content

and once we proceed
upon this Time again
in another guise, then
matter bends for us
to chance - if only
to be born at will…
- perhaps we are!

See how fine his whistle

See how fine his whistle
 
blows in the railroad of
 
discretion. When Time
 
used to be candy rewards
 
for illusions of influence
 
NOW there are trials and
 
lawyers and bares oh my.
 



We hold these truths to
 
be self evident but the
 
law has been superseded
 
by blatant abuse of payola
 
for ivy league children
 
 grown into roles of deceit
 
and finely tailored cloth
 
from lands in their pockets
 
and soldiers in their parade
 
of self-righteous tyranny.

TIME EDITS NOTHING THAT

TIME EDITS NOTHING THAT
IT COULDN'T HAVE FOUND
WITHIN THE CONSTRAINTS
OF ITS EDIFICE. ONCE
THE CONTRACT HAS BEEN
FULFILLED WE HAVE THE
DISTINCTION OF REALIZING
ANOTHER PSYCHIC MEMBRANE
WHICH ENERGY BUILDS US
A TICKET TO. THIS CONCEPT
FORCES US TO KEEP IN
CLOSE ALIGNMENT WITH
ONE AND BEING CLOSE
TO THE WOMB OF TIME
TRANSMITS A PURPOSE
TO ALL IN ATTENDANCE.

ART THING - SHE MOVES

ART THING - SHE MOVES
ME SIDE TO SIDE IN A
SHUFFle of TIME Bubbles
Left on The Porch overnight

- ART THING - BENDS THE
TOES AT A LOSS for TRUE
MANTLEPIECE with An
insignia of Lost Arrows
discarded by Cupid's MAID

- ART THING - A ROSY cheek
to be KiSSED with a silver
Haired Brush and A STROKe
of MIDNIghTs waiting Forever DISTANT (.

I cannot play your notes

I cannot play your notes
to do them justice - I can
bellow out the words and
stroke the rhythms' forword
into this Time inwhich we
Now appear within space

- Remember all of the others
who bent the vibrations with
me and whose attempt to
secure happy-ness from lonely
people before us, gave us a
certain happy as well - I
will continue as best as I
can to secure my own words
and their rhythms.

Some say not to SHOUT

Some say not to SHOUT
- it gives headhurts and bad
vibes - I am only
emphasizing esmirelda
not euthanizing so no
holds barred ok?

The only passion left in
these tired lungs is what
only trips I have left
unto our Time - We
still must learn to be
together no matter how sad
we become  ((((((((( : )))))))))

Psycho Logic writing

Psycho Logic writing
in the dark - ONCE it's
flawed, it's almost impossible
to fabricate the truth - correct
me if I'm left, but save me
when you're done - A time to
every season in 4/4 time - A
while is just ago in a fraction
but so is an eon, only juicier
- quit the one who suffocates
you but teach them not to
swerve away - it's only
copyright infringement if the
lawyer says so, but they can't
feel empathy regardless ^^^^^^^^.

was it a brief perhaps of notes in

was it a brief perhaps of notes in
discovered caves of thought but
light came to us in a dream and
we cashed out all current wood
and wire for a song worth sung
and a hymn worth hummed but
that imagines a stretch of Time's
engine to endure, engulf, and end
at the precise moment fractured
while all manner of bliss is both
contained and contrived forward
of wading in sorrow's pity for every
last rite to give unity is laid down
before us…

 
then hence disregard for palettes
unhealing and pitch is the virtue
where volume has no ceiling and
skill can be undone and redone for
many is the price paid to escape that
plan though i always thought discipline
kept me at study until i discovered your
sweet burning passion left on the covers
and grown at a moment but though
never equaled was always worth giving
a notice more bitter than ever foreseen…

walk a simple trust in light we bare

walk a simple trust in light we bare
all our lies to dissolve in the soup
of humanity upon once we heard
stories that taught us values not so
redeemable at any abominable store
box but many lessons worth more to
children be made to listen and then
understand what treasure really means
to all that lives upon the earth.

as I grow and reflect within my Time I
would pass here during this sphere there is
only one fortune to bequest upon any if any
heirs of those of you reading this beyond my
years given will and should become aware
of all I tell you now which is the fortune
of truth and this truth will sting and cause
great discomfort in your life for most of
what gets told are the lies of the victors
we are not of their side ever for now.

was always this way so this cogent wisdom
I can inspire towards you and your people
is all that I can bring from beyond the void
and that is the fact jack and don't forget to
thank my spirit for the tip of the cosmic
hat or the wink of Time's eye my dear one
for it is you who truly matter now that
there is even less quality left here.

but do not despair for you hold more keys
to success than you ever could consciously
realize and that is the first step to understanding
the truth and what it will bring to your life
and the quality of being to those you rightfully
call your equals friends family lovers and all
the faithful you can spread these words unto
for the myths of stories written past may
sometimes inspire but myths they always will
be and truth is what exists when you open
all senses to accept these gifts and the signs
that point to them for your sublime direction
will proceed to the next level of this journey.












Another vernal equinox

…my grief is overwhelming

…my grief is overwhelming
as my brain is tied in
nots --- reversal of
magnitude and lisps
of pollywogs utter a
faint song of mornings
glory despite my ailments.
 

- Belief is just a six
letter word for under
classmen as myself, but
so goes the arrogance
of selfish people.

- I Know

- I Know
- I Just
don't wanna
talk about it.