taking a leak

smell of fakeness reeks of:

perfumed avoidance
iodine ignoring
sewer drowning-out
pig crap disrespect
musty arm pit mistreat
foul rat lies
funky-ass cheat
dog piss empty talk
greasy hair disrespect

the smell of fakeness is distinct-
Breathe.

Easter morn reading Exodus to the lil one

Myra 1:1 I declare I hate when truth is overthrown,
hate to be taken advantage of. May all who do devour their own souls.
Selah

Last night:

Dreamt I stood in a marsh
crystal clear waters
sand beneath. Sank lower than
the two other people present- roots
from trees of old attatched themselves to my
naked back. Stood on a large root and sang from
a window seat. Recalled the days when I was a child; adventerous


come back, come back baby, come back.

Josey Wales is on.                                                
                                                           
Not good not to love; not good not to hate something. Peace is the oil of life as iron sharpens iron. To be passionate about ONE thing, mastering it, sharing it with the world to encourage and do well is living.

Not good to be alone in times as such; neither is it good to connect with those of opposite paths. Knowing imperfection is a friend to us all is not the problem; trust is the issue. Balance is the key.

Not good to live inside a shell of uncertainty. Take risk; one may find self truly and honestly. Pausing and interrupting life because of fear of failing is robbery, but changeable.

Not good to concern self with ships that sail and dock same harlots and johns. Pausing and interrupting life because feelings play head games of imaginary completeness is soul erosion.

Not good to be concerned with matters out of our control. Pausing and interrupting life because an emotion tugs at the strings of obsession is a waste. Know limitations.

Not good to be born, breathe then die not fulfilling role on this planet.

Not good to have an evil heart; do evil things to others for gain or spite.

Not good to not cry sometimes.

Not good not to smile everyday.

Not good is bad.

I reckon not.

the unthinkable


This song

so beautiful

bold courageous strong

inspiring beat words voice.

I was wondering maybe..

if we do the unthinkable

would it make us look crazy?

steam lines

you so silly!
(giggle giggle) caught em from a crescent moon
      putty in my hands
                                 out right arms to the side          weeeee...!
you so, so silly mamma!
(giggle giggle) smell peaceful sunshine on a mountain snowed tip
      inhale       exhale

ALIVE!

out my mind/just in time

Right there
right there
I am right there

out my mind
willow blown
bushel(d) sold

Cosmos pulsar
"radiating"
fire crackin poppin'

Remanats covered
cirrus puffs tiv'd-
e'r body looking

For the missing note
play you play me LOUD
constant thumping bumping         but don't play Me. Don't.

Just in time
given in arms raised
white flag swaying peace sign UP                  advocate.

Limber long strong
courageous spouting volcano
lava dripping talk speech spoken while sleeping           

too beautiful for reality.

Out my mind/Just in time.

Nikki Gionanni Insert from Bicycles

I AM GLASS


I am glass
You can see through me
I'm easily hurt
Any little pebble can cause a scratch


I rise in neither need or love
I become a mirror


If you open me
I am part of the door


We are all more than our experiences
And less than our dreams


If you blow your breath on me
I can fog


Then you can write your name
claiming me for you
For all the time or at least
until the sun shines.




(I am in LOVE with this poem. LOVE!) Thank you Nikki!