Lyrical Wonders of Colossal Dream-games

1.27.2012
Sink a little further,
remind me if you get There,
Sink a little deeper,
remind me how i got Here,
Float up OR Dive In, regardless
of the, imposed-proposition
& formulations of direction;
Our cellular truth
of the Macro and Mi'nute,
Hold out to prove,
the destiny of thy HolyOne,
reflected in: you & everyone, you Know,
beckon to show
-what gives & goes,
reprieves & bestows,
the lives & minds of pharaohs,
"Man's Pristine Origins"
& how we've dearly Lost Touch,
with beloved Intention,
seems it is only under,
Absolute Condition,
will these
Origins become Restorative,
As our Eyes Align with the Times,
alongside the edge of an,
Abyss, a being can Only Sync
Into Mind, pondering their
Purpose, as a Human-Race,
regardLESS, of the daily-Days,
the essence of humility,
collides with Infinity,
launched by the faith of the
Angel's Ray.
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1/29/12

If this paper or flossy Strips Decide to-
Work, than eye will let you go IN the due Time,
we call, "see-ya-nevers"- though our Mind Skips
into patterns we call, "home" -unless it is
Gone -Inwhich case, A jump is not Only Right,
but it is Ought'A
and if WE, than, WE-
skip- A- Beat- &
wash your feet
with the Nettles we harvested
that one day in the Wild,
when we ran like
the Naked bodies we Lend
to the Woods, to sync
Life with Life, like we knew we Could,
only a dream a way & soon we shall Say,
Nothing At All,
allowing our Space to, dissolve/...

& i suppose it does WORK -like a snap head-
Knee-jerk, faerie-catchin & min-Twerps,
nothing short of Solitude & nothing Over our
Mission, to Explore our World,
they never told us about,
the gods and ancients
that sculpted
& Depicted what they thought,
and how they dreamt just like we Dream,
the differences IS far, but IN-between,
Mad like a day Dream,
running a'mok through your Day seams;
windows of vision
coalescing to lesson
the Minute
in destined & fortitude.
Some may call it,
Moral Fiber (that twist & shout like the
rhythms we have *here)
WHILE, other prefer to name it,
True Grit,
and regardless of our motions,
this rhyme remains, in Motion,
for our water is always, Flowing,
I'm not Stuck,
but, Merely Glowing,
like that story the Archs told
about Mary & her notion,
surely, oh, shirley, you remember to
Let- Go - And -
that one Thought ran
so deeply a'mok, we actually,
DID lose our-selves
&-so, began, the Twisted Story!
(of heaven & hell).
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Today: January 30, 2012
and it's sorta silly,
How the patterns Reap, RegardLess,
of who we may (think) we may BE,
Today or Tomorrow,
the thought is Full,
but the Idea is emptY,
M'dearest Shirley,
eye write you adjacent my cells,
so these lines may be dreamy,
and though the times of Smoky exhales,
may make us dreary,
these rhythms and rhymes sEEm,
to -complete- me*
nothing being everything///
Poles Switch
And minds, Flip,
the Flop, they Thought, could-Save,
Their Knots, revolved so Tightly around
their, soul
Well/well/WELL how will we become our OWN bestFriends
on the days when our egoS slip in & out of these
Layers of Dimensional Being, as IF we Were
"the fruit that ate itself" & our fears
& hopes & doubts & knows all add up
to our very own Sum of Things,
Equally Nothing & Everybody is A,
Sum (of) Bodies,
Unless (o'course) there was NO-body
to play their Game,
so dear Shirley, Swing me around,
WHY- DONT-CHA,
sweep me up and twist & shout,
your game is MY game,
so long as we're Rhyming,
Our Destiny
with What we seem-to-be Forgetting,
a long Lost Fantasy,
never could exist
with out the BEEs!
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1/31/2012
Here is to not Forgetting, why we
Are, and How we will,
Get There!
Some, days, we wake Up and its Like
nothing -not even the AIR could bring
us down -not todaY when our Blood
sheds accordingly,
into the dirt,
escorting, thee...
into the Labyrinth in-Side
This ALL.
Like a day-Dream, Dissolved into
Thin Air, when a butterfly dances & we forget
that we ever had (to) -Care
Of laughter & how it will most definitely Cure Us.
Bones may Falter,
in the realM of the Lost,
but In-between Indecision,
there lies a Trust,
the mad and the Miraculous
are cuddling like two babes
apart in a whole,
and how the worlds really is,
just a BIG-littuhl-Girl,
so they jam and so they sing, dreamiN
a Vision they are soon -to See,
oh m'darlin how our wonders Are,
aLive and Well, and this Flesh is Part
of this- Miracle,
waters and mountains, prairies and fountains,
dragons secrets and faeries follows,
a wondrous story of the time in the Hollows;
we can write it all down
&-rinse it all off,
the water is Blessed,
and that is Enough.
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