Monday, June 30, 2008

Lucid handwriting 6/28/08 12:26 PM

Arm repeating a shoulder shake.
Twisted little circles, reoccurring occurrences.
Well-defined features.
Trails left in the sky. Constant inspiration.
Elevating awaiting taking stride.
Contact remembrance.
Power of connecting dance.
Training the mind. Traveling light waves.
Sound makes imprint in infinity.
Translucent elusive luxury.
Hug will be fine forward writing.
Important hybrid balance.
Egg and corn diet. Missing in action.
Evidence of various visions uniting.
The willingness to except. Accept this.
Confluence of events introspection.
Four words taped on your door way.
For every second that counts.
Overflowing Local River, shaky ground.
Surrounded by fifty four wheels.
Night shade thickens. Air a pleasant pink tint.
Observant infant mammalien.
Waving a flagstaff above the overcast.
Four more eighteen wheelers.
Finally passing past the rocky canyon.
Hands on the steering wheel when ever driving.
Surviving uprising sun shining.
Detailed list for the five o’clock grocery walk.
Sun just waking up hot tea just burned the cup.
Interesting to hold the strings.
And to let go ahead forward in motion.
Imposing on time. A network of rhymes.
Spider legs write out the narration..
A night in Vegas a natural ritual.
Release let go, except then grow.
Hard core from the soul. Shine like never before.
Forget the barriers,
Two birds can carry a nest across,
The Mexican sand.
Blue shells with a bit of a lemon line lacquer.
The lust for life is so appealing tonight.
Go ahead and Pass it around.
Don’t be confused or fooled by forgetting the rules.
Stay true to the present past is true.
Translucent like alabaster.
The scrutiny of investigating what created me.
Warrior writing accent made from rhythm.
High on life and all that it provides.
Like the feel of a feather falling from the sky.
Still creating using small circles.
The flower of life purple pedals.
Green fields and red yellow meadows.
Domino designs.
Well-described articulated judgments.
A grudge with an ostrich.
Over weather or not orange rhymed.
A wide range of wired fruit.
Some riper then others, almost ready to burst.
Feet first off a diving board until the floor is explored.
Hand standing on a ledge at the grand canyon.
Dared to do so for a ham sandwich.
Pigs in a blanket to cute to eat.
But at times maybe eaten. Thank you

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Cautious conscious 6/16/08 12:12 PM

Symmetrical timing. Organized chaos according too having it.
Making sense-equaling time well spent. Mathematically mapped out.
Structured meeting place for two occupants.
Many more moonbeams will come. Marching to the sun.
Arms stretched out as if falling in the water.
Letting go of old patterns that have pushed through.
Parting the seas of prosperity.
Naturally elevating any exhaustion. Even the slightest bit.
Not worried it won’t work out.
Waking up ready to activate the task at hand.
Jogging in and out of sleep imagining the present again and again.
Forever shifting adjusting to the temptation of time.
Weathering the wear and tear of the atmosphere.
The recorded sounds from centuries ago.
That still inspires the present day souls.
Comfortably loved held in the hand of tomorrow.
Shaking in joy and excitement.
Like a new puppy saying good by.
Not concerned with the bone, or treat.
Missing the energy exchange.
Feeling the absents of another being.
Like waking through the desert in the dark.
Knowing inside there is no wall to watch out for.
Nothing to trip over, or fall in to.
Only vast wide-open empty space.
Full of your steps an thoughts.
Read somewhere that the Prophecy has been revealed.
For sale at the pharmacy if not their try the drug store.
Shades of organic lemon aiding the thirst of Olympic bikers.
Since children stopped climbing tress due to insurance rates.
Santa Claus always seemed to be late that sneaky guy.
Full of ideas and promises keep them locked in.
Grand scale of traveling is placed on the emphasis.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Surreal Yosemite 6/13/08 1:29 PM

It was her seventeenth birthday,
She had a sudden urge to drive from Massachusetts to Yosemite.
Over twenty years latter she’s still climbing the rocks.
Meditating with the waterfalls.
Gazing deep in to the vast open magic carpet.
Fresh produce recalled for the looks.
So we can bring it up every time.
Or we can collectively create a change.
What are you talking about?
He asked with preparation in his voice.
Preparation for argument.
Disbelief in healing powers.
Explanation lead to silence.
Proof seems to be the most powerful.
Seems being the underlining word.
Powerful being a whole other enchilada.
Charming tree stumps.
Moss softer then the softest fabric.
Two abstract tattoo’s intense signature.
Relaxed in nature’s natural baths.
Snow still visible still falling.
Tree bark burning from the after math of beetles.
My nerves won’t brake down. Will is too strong.
Nervous breakdown bi-polar trauma in the ocean.
Tropical vacation is a week in liberation.
Bare-naked standing facing everlasting space.
Earthly energy rushing through your knees.
Leverage but don’t get caught up weaving it all together.
Steadfast adventures role model.
Not a mannequin a universal handprint.
All ten digits. Archangel visits.
The math of a genius the decision to be.
A choice of direction pushed on ahead.
Taking the steps needed.
Ashes left over for a fertilizer base.
Fair trade equal exchange.
In love with the beauty.
Jagged rock’s look like computer chips,
Crystals storing sacred stories.
Life’s purpose to re-learn to write them.
New waves of enlightenment.
Rocks out line the painters painting.
Space in-between the paint.
Geometrical shapes stretched out a pulling feeling,
Stretching in to growth our body thanks us.
At first there is a moment of confusion.
The body and mind argue for a bit.
Don’t let exercise lead to an unpleasant experience.
We must repeat the steps in order to find prominence.
Astonishment nourishing linguistics.
Lavender flowers from Poland.
Hand made soap from the center of Ireland.
No gimmicks mixed cedar chips from the last poem.
A long hall way made of gold.
Pre human tablets embedded in the wall.
Etched by the finger nails of palladian men.
A portal too el portal.

Bridge Building 6/12/08 3:47 PM

Treasure Island has this perfect view of the new bridge.
Stronger more balanced the real deal.
A task of piecing together a row of spades.
A paper airplane made of crochet.
No glue used or nails for that matter.
Lighter smaller even flatter.
Could sail across town always bringing a crowd.
A wide-eyed reason for a joy to be alive.
Shake as it will and as you must.
For when the wheels start spinning,
Comes a cloud of dust.
Ask and you shall receive if only we believe.
Or is it a only if you do view.
Two similarities both matching colors.
Injunction with each other.
From the start till the end. A game called hangman.
Taxes to let go. Tic tac toe operation. Cause and effect.
Saturated stardom. Impeccable beauty.
Watered down feet. Boots full of sand.
Alcoholic call and response. Impossible plan.
Positioned ahead of the starting point.
Fully on reality change. Vision the shift.
Selfishness is for the birds. Survival etiquette.
Worm head response. A rapid-fire way to waste away.
Dove off the plank swam toward the shore.
Asked for the answer forgot the question.
At once taught by the ancestors of a forgotten mission.
Bursting yellow lights form the core of the moon.
Montana tantrum an unspoken mantra.
Eye contact that tingled every sense in the body.
Effortless heart beat. A spell of sorts.
A symbiotic relationship.
All birds have feathers; there fore penguins have feathers.
It’s for sure a syllogism if you where to ask me.
They kept track by the ancient art of silly putty placement.
After school television meditation.
Enough time added up to equal full child brain development.
High rise mountain top life forms. Barren waste lands.
Transformed in to mystic mirrors of miracles born.
A luscious garden with springs gaping open.
Life times of preparation for the attempt.
The trust to cross over the current.
Careless and a lot can happen. One wrong reaction.
A tidal wave of emotion.
Awareness is the tool to use.
It is true you do get better.
Better then you use to be.
According to what standards.
The egotistical view of judgment.
What is unhealthy competition?
Hats off to the jester. The magicians hiding.
A head count revealed only a few left standing.
The rest passed out from the absinthe.
Or absence of that instantaneous similarity.
The relationship within.
The excitement of remembering kin.
Warriors of the entire light spectrum.
No violence. Instead silence.
Or violins reverberating violet light.
In charge of not being in charge.
Always interested in new interests.
And Ideas on how to cross over the barriers.
Any extra advice on the obstacles that lay ahead.
It’s not cheating taking help from another human.
Or is it, life is so exquisite.
Do all elements depend on each other?
The final drop of water is falling toward your lips.
You move to allow it to be left for the kids.
Soaking roots of tomorrows harvest.
An open hand full of bone and flesh.
Pictures scattered across the dartboard.
Birds used for the darts.
The aim a honeycomb of ideas.
Interesting artsy sing a long songs.
Miniscule peyote plants.
Infused with eighteen snake teeth.
Wearing snail shell and frog skin gloves.
Hands hold the coldest saber of ice.
Imagining that every memory.
Is at your command, and about you.
I guess there are some who dream of excitement.
A guest in to the tower.
Trick is if you show your ticket you get no entry.
It was all a scheme, creative game played.
Moat around the castle was as clean as could be.
So every afternoon two hours after three.
Right before the crow flew in from the nest.
You could find the entire colony.
Relaxing on the beach.
A dozen Blankets spread out across the sand.
Collective pile of your favorite memorabilia.
Thrilling death defying laws of gravity.
Dizzy from following the serpents trail.
Skin left over to absorb the sun.
Safety nets for salvations children.
Imprisoned imagination.
Free from the oppressor.
Breath chaser.
White lightning striking a already blazing fire
Sparkling reflection off the rivers edge.
Protected national forest entrance.
A conecter that allows passage.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Soul Exited beauty SF 6/10/08 3:56 PM

It’s amazing when the water is calm.
How pure and patient such a simple equation.
Inspiring waves washing over the home front.
Free from inner struggles, Self-competitive touchdowns.
Root mazes, a few faces, inter laced with embracing.
Embody dogma magnacumlaude.
The highest of honors.
Honest honey sweet. Detail for every detail.
No matter the price, you can be broke in the bank,
But rich in life. Which it might be different.
If in fact you are on the opposite end.
Position your self. Away from where the opposition is felt.
Seven Zig zags in a Zip lock bag,
With Velcro to hold up the scarecrows.
Zucchini egg roles some real serious talk.
A privileged walk along green carpet.
Green renaissance a sensational armband.
How old till it’s an antique.
The old man in the corner is quite.
Pointing across the empty living room space.
Stars fill in the patient’s eyes.
Waiting for the clock to run out of batteries.
Or maybe some one you know will forget time.
Climbing the rope behind in hopes to find,
A person who can carry weight,
Only I in you am true or fake.
A distant glimpse in to a vision so close.
Spoken words, charming smile.
Hearts flying together in dream time.
Daytime thinking of dreamtime again.
Eleven eleven eleven times in a row.
Time to change the words up.
Add up all the numbers on a clock starting at Noon.
That’s the year my brother was born.
In the 19th century on the 78th Year,

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Time’s Asleep home in Co 6/4/08 11:11 PM

Fresh wood chips complete breakfast for four days.
Work ethic paying off.
Shirts ruined from elbow grease.
No worries blessed life abundant.
The forest is snacking. Greener each day.
Wet from the moisture the dog loves to play.
So tired of getting tired.
Letting time take charge.
The winner in an egotistical contest.
Open door in to the Temple .
A help me do it your self-guide.
Answers provide inside, in time
Take it in stride they said,
Provoked by a word he read.
A conglomeration of a cut and paste collogue
Tan colored fields with a broken down barb wire fence.
Titanium hands carved out the water base.
Chicken creatures eating at each other.
Longhaired long neck giraffes.
Double-digit phone numbers in the yellow pages.
Spotted zebra tie, leather dress shoes.
Knuckle bucktooth dollar bill.
The color is fading out wearing thin from use.
Rainbow effects in a circle of hope.
Separation anxiety solved by flower pedals.
Continuous jealous energy living in the lava.
Expediential to being the biggest variable.
Variables in all sorts of shapes and sizes.
That is misty snowy cover fresh like it is normal.
End of May no wait beginning of June.
Feeling the natural increase in speed.
An ever-present rush before the jump.
Hands made of marble to catch the fall.
To drink from the well.
To sip from the holy amulet.
White grapes soaking in Red quartz.
Absorbing the color that is being reflected.
A dusky darker pacific ocean blue.
Refined tunnel traveling.
Bats in a cave smoked out.
Night crawlers loosing track of time.
Fried in the sun dried out in a few minutes.
Crawling helplessly with out vision.
Split down the center and pulled apart.
A perfect fit, yet a broken lid.
Filled to the top until the ingredients falls out.
Biggest opportunity to ever come up.
Maybe get bigger now that there is more leverage.
More weight to push against the appendages.
Oppressive tentative don’t break the bandage.
Have they run out of medicine?
Or a dialogue for a healthy preventative.
Seven feet deeper then your use to.
Artificial river flowing the opposite way.
What a site to see.
People lined up from miles around to join the cavalry.
Witty wardrobe wild witch wearing no clothes.
They asked if you wanted to know evil.
No was the answer and a quick scurry up the tallest tree.
A fallen solider looking toward the sky.
Angels like holograms transparent portals,
Like looking at floating liquid.
Little round spheres globes domes.
Pebbles filling the sea.
Catch of the day captured in a metaphase.
Miraculous radical shift. No more milk money wit.
The willingness to give.
Away or up always in Love.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Waiting water the boat 6/2/08 1:33 PM

Walking along the rocky shore watching time pass by.
Floating off in the distance,
Flames from a dragon flies lips.
Curling inside the bubbling hot lava pit.
Sand to hot to touch cooled off by a breeze.
Consistency to deliver. Inspired by the moment.
A present unwrapped.
Inside another gift symmetric to match.
Geometrical patch including will last.
Endless time ever evolving music. Created newness
A blue print of words between lines.
A personal path.
Perchance that a person will ask.
Have you done the math.
Laughs fill the cupboard,
Replaced with grain. Fresh information.
Indigenous giants.
Ants the size of bumper cars. Have you seen them.
There friendly like dogs.
A heard of a snake in the rain forest that eats tires.
A monkey that can speak every human language.
Single entity telepathy.
Fearless in a pool of sharks.
On one knee. Speaking to the raw earth.
The voice of life is in her
Surrendering moment fleeting fast.
Sail across sandy terrain.
No more tired nights,
Camel rides across the desert.
Pyramid shaped eyes, wings wide.
Every morning moving mountains.
Reaching new heights.
Soaring through silver solar flares.
Fantasies little remember me’s.
The voice of silence.
Speaking with meaning.
Digesting introducing
Introspection no alternate.
Fate found reason walking,
Dancing living.
Truth radiate blaze a trail through the paper.
Instead I use a mac book computer.
Medicine ball triathlon.
Hands fingers are castles.
Calculated and casual.
Wall remover really well instated.
Installed brain waves.
Fresh fruit brothers trading trust.
Windows open receiving breath in the box.
A loud horn from a passing train far off in the field.
A meadow away are trees made with golden leafs.
A table set for the morning meal.
Unreal yet really happening.
Allowing the shift to exist.
Beyond your wildest dreams.
Totally give in to the gracious embracing.
In total creation.
No racing and pacing but tasting and facing.
Packing and reading learning and earning.
After the rain fell everything grew.
No moldy mildew, rotten or bad.
I guess just a little bit when ever you’re mad.
To remind us, of what always is there.
Public eye alone in my room.
Outside asleep I watch as it wakes.
Sun barley shining yet, only a glimpse on the moon.
The scattered clouds of tomorrow.
As if today is to soon.
Foot in a mud puddle. No need to stress.
That little tangible boot you can clean in a sec.
Detergent or not, hot water is fine.
Normal body temperature.
Regular eating of food,
Liquids come after washing down the nutrients.
Plan on meeting a new tree today,
Introduce my self and everything maybe even ask for advice.
Not about a earthly worry but a bigger sacrifice.
Training the mind to mimic like a parakeet.
How many birds fit on the branch till it broke.
Never happened.
Trees and birds interacting. Bees bumbling around.
Un aggressive attitude soil saturated from the snow.
Evergreen gorgeous mountain landscape.
Absorb I pray. To take love with me through the hottest flames.
Darts an arrows splashing in to my boat.
Waves like giants sleeping deep in space.
Pure beauty unites after never being away.
Apart from your heart is like leading the stray.
Yellow flower pedals placed out on a plate.
Next to the microwave grave full of syrup and steak.
Organic beans interlaced with a plasma TV.
Four sided pavement surrounding our lovely garden bed.
Bedroom door opens to a fox trail.
A path in to the open palms of choice.
Taking divine direction.
Advancing the challenge ahead of time.
Assertive straightforward action.
Love is peace interacting.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

From an Arrows View 6/1/08 5:52 PM

Main aim to come in contact with that, which is.
So there for it has been done.
Now we replay the forecast.
Rays of sunlight reaching out for you to hold.
Not afraid of damaging your pride.
Ego’s got a lot of nerve. Nervous version of your self.
Mirrors speaking in often UN recognized tongue.
Buried underneath toxic waste there are those who
Wallow in a wormhole, full of worms literal.
Litter piled up miles high in far off lands.
American children not nurtured in the galactic reality.
Casually combing there hair with press on nails,
Teach about the power with in, with in a smile.
A single bird waiting in an open field for a friend.
Sandwich meat that makes a wild animal vomit from the smell.
Sad to think of a ribcage protruding.
Bone against flesh to fragile to touch.
The devils clutch a false sense of love laughed at.
Regain the desire to play, have fun and feel ok about it.
We lift rocks full of sugar to stay in shape.
Call each other from caves and dream to be apes.
It’s pointless like arguing with your shadow.
Following a string left for you to vibrate to.
Silhouette of the shadow of a serpent.
She squeezes her thighs together every one looks.
Knowing that each piece holds the key.
Magnetic chakra irresistible force to feel.
Uncontrolled outcome is a natural disaster.
Balanced protected harvest nature exists.
A feeling so vibrant that you can’t escape.
Climbing out of walls of sand.
Eye contact expectance. Awareness.
Love triumphs, yet there is no battle. 2??
Inner conflict radiating world spin.
Rolling hills of amber incense.
Hand made crafted on a pottery wheel.
The purple scent of spring flowers.
Rains from under water appear with volcanic tears.
New births start to direct the space craft back in to alignment.
Fearless brotherhood of righteous good.
Creative crazy chaos.
Harmonic sexual convergence.
Transcending what we may know as limits.
Sunday morning breakfast.
Food groups include ice firewater and wind.
Skeletons stuffed with the proper peppers.
Set out and full of rose quartz.
Indigenous tribes still survive.
They may have lessons that have yet to be revealed.
Forgotten for some time.
And for some reason we call them secrets.