Dancing with the Queen Nuance of All Nuances on a Universal Dance Floor.
"You've got two much on your mind to do this right."
"Get lost with your irritating lust that scratches from within
the deepest regions of my brain trying to escape and cause
chaos through out my world!"
"You think I will let go of your senses that easy? Ive got you wrapped
around my intentions and you dont know the first step in this tango that will
lead you into more easy going waltz."
"Your a thorn in my side no matter how pretty the dress!"
"Exactly and thats how I keep getting off!"
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Dreams and Others Things from 2007
DREAMS AND OTHER THINGS 2007
11-14-07
Tiny Tight Spot webs of my cupping hand.Fingers with bitten soft nails, Gliding atop the milky white of your paired calves.You sleep and I navigate my right open palm across,The warm maze of your honest and sweet sleeping body.Then I slip into dreams, Always hoping they will be worth writing about.
11-16-07
Is it wrong to eat tuna fish mixed with lemon dill and humus,While staring at a Beta Fish swimming around in its bowl?It seems disrespectful.I wouldn’t like to watch a shark eat a human being swimming about the ocean.Party in the Apartment?Smiles captured in Now moments.Dark and dim glows hopping off the melting wax.Indian style.I am descended from a line of “Who knows what?”. Relaxed in Chinese Wardrobe, Eager to write. Staring at a Sun 600 Polaroid.All The births its given to Now,Moments later gone past.I leave quiet, go back to the party. “So how does the Sea Horses of the deep blue have intercourse?”.
11-25-07
Mindful of the “Dead”Dangling like a man clenching on to the high edge of a cliff,A Piece of moss flutters in its grab to a swaying trees leaves. It is,With no complaints,Visibly dead but Universally alive.Tan hairy Noodles wrapped around a wood fork. Branching out to my eye,For I have made it alive.Creator in a SandboxCreator making a sand box for his kids.Kid are New.New Un-Creations. Giant hand picks away at the sands of the beach.Creator making a sand box for his kids. Hobo in a bookstoreHobo Jesus, Hobo Buddha,Hobo Cosmos, Hobo Father.Always wanting acceptance,Like me.When you really shouldn’t give a damn.You are what you are and I am a lonesome Hobo at heart.
12-03-07
Encased CreationCompassion. Screaming.I’ve screamed compassion from the deep Red of my heart.But we, the Human race, are what we think.Our thoughts are our outwards and inwards. All this flesh.All risen from grains of Micro dust.We make our world. Compassion screams hatred,Hatred pushes the efforts,And so our worlds turn.Poem from the Pisgah MountainsA slow curling fog hovered across the top of the cold lake. The fog floated above the ripples like a young man like ghostHovering over his sleeping widow wife,Sad and damp from the tears that sent her into painless dreams. The moon revealed itself from the pitch black night.No stars in sight.The moon was a tease, like a woman nipple,Playing peek a boo from a baggy bra.
11-09-07
DREAM IN N.C.I was in my old Florida home. There was a chubby man on the couch packing a longTobacco pipe. It was my father. I went into the bathroom and started packing myOwn pipe with Vanilla tobacco. My father said “I didn’t know you smoked.”We smoked together. We left our pipes on the stove and walked away from them. When we returned, the smell of Vanilla filled the air. Our pipes were dismantled now. Ashe was on the counter tops and Loose tobacco, red with heat, amber, burned on the floor.
SOMETHING ELSE
One word to describe the Iraq war…Exhausting. To understand the war, Islam, Muslim, Religion, Sects U.S. Decisions, Conspiracy ect…To know the facts and understand them. To keep yourself updated and Involved. All this is exhausting!
SOMETHING ELSE AGAIN
Different worlds invisible and in front of us. (A graph _A B C_ horizontal)(A graph _A B C_ Vertical)All of us in a box. Walking into a Alphabet.
11-14-07
Tiny Tight Spot webs of my cupping hand.Fingers with bitten soft nails, Gliding atop the milky white of your paired calves.You sleep and I navigate my right open palm across,The warm maze of your honest and sweet sleeping body.Then I slip into dreams, Always hoping they will be worth writing about.
11-16-07
Is it wrong to eat tuna fish mixed with lemon dill and humus,While staring at a Beta Fish swimming around in its bowl?It seems disrespectful.I wouldn’t like to watch a shark eat a human being swimming about the ocean.Party in the Apartment?Smiles captured in Now moments.Dark and dim glows hopping off the melting wax.Indian style.I am descended from a line of “Who knows what?”. Relaxed in Chinese Wardrobe, Eager to write. Staring at a Sun 600 Polaroid.All The births its given to Now,Moments later gone past.I leave quiet, go back to the party. “So how does the Sea Horses of the deep blue have intercourse?”.
11-25-07
Mindful of the “Dead”Dangling like a man clenching on to the high edge of a cliff,A Piece of moss flutters in its grab to a swaying trees leaves. It is,With no complaints,Visibly dead but Universally alive.Tan hairy Noodles wrapped around a wood fork. Branching out to my eye,For I have made it alive.Creator in a SandboxCreator making a sand box for his kids.Kid are New.New Un-Creations. Giant hand picks away at the sands of the beach.Creator making a sand box for his kids. Hobo in a bookstoreHobo Jesus, Hobo Buddha,Hobo Cosmos, Hobo Father.Always wanting acceptance,Like me.When you really shouldn’t give a damn.You are what you are and I am a lonesome Hobo at heart.
12-03-07
Encased CreationCompassion. Screaming.I’ve screamed compassion from the deep Red of my heart.But we, the Human race, are what we think.Our thoughts are our outwards and inwards. All this flesh.All risen from grains of Micro dust.We make our world. Compassion screams hatred,Hatred pushes the efforts,And so our worlds turn.Poem from the Pisgah MountainsA slow curling fog hovered across the top of the cold lake. The fog floated above the ripples like a young man like ghostHovering over his sleeping widow wife,Sad and damp from the tears that sent her into painless dreams. The moon revealed itself from the pitch black night.No stars in sight.The moon was a tease, like a woman nipple,Playing peek a boo from a baggy bra.
11-09-07
DREAM IN N.C.I was in my old Florida home. There was a chubby man on the couch packing a longTobacco pipe. It was my father. I went into the bathroom and started packing myOwn pipe with Vanilla tobacco. My father said “I didn’t know you smoked.”We smoked together. We left our pipes on the stove and walked away from them. When we returned, the smell of Vanilla filled the air. Our pipes were dismantled now. Ashe was on the counter tops and Loose tobacco, red with heat, amber, burned on the floor.
SOMETHING ELSE
One word to describe the Iraq war…Exhausting. To understand the war, Islam, Muslim, Religion, Sects U.S. Decisions, Conspiracy ect…To know the facts and understand them. To keep yourself updated and Involved. All this is exhausting!
SOMETHING ELSE AGAIN
Different worlds invisible and in front of us. (A graph _A B C_ horizontal)(A graph _A B C_ Vertical)All of us in a box. Walking into a Alphabet.
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