boy of eighteen driving a restless volkswagen
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand
finding cool music by santana on the tune dex
finding tanned chicks in bikinis riding stingrays
riding cool like cats cruising for cheeseburgers
blond surfer chicks wearing beads from mexico
hitchhiking at noon for a ride to San Bernardino
bumming cigarettes with cleavages and lipstick
seeking bootleg kisses in the front seat of a ford
rapping stories about the rolling stones concert
talking tales of fuzz box nookie in the parking lot
boy of eighteen cruising the big circle in corona
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand
Driving down lack lane
Vehicles line the lawn
A pile of trash and wood
Where waste has gone
No one to tend the order
Many see the chaotic way
Surviving every moment
Barely getting through the day
Judgement is not welcome
Advice is unkind and rude
They are aware of the condition
And the fact, the soul is nude
One would think, lazy is king
And receptacles can't be bought
It's odd to in-line folk
That one could be at home in filth in rot
Mind systems of fear in charge
Running the thread in circular motion
Effort to remedy is always made
But ends in a futile commotion
...stuck in grief
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-15-2026
The sun rose this morning,
Some extra red --
I attribute that to atmospheric dust -- man a manic
Bulk-polluter – taking some personal blame
Last evening’s carousing did not serve A Higher Purpose.
Blank nights prone to bleed into equally unremarkable days –
Since your abrupt departure each dawn has
Become a perverse mirror of profound absence --
Bath and shave, check for new wrinkles, and missing parts
If poor maintenance an occasional inventory of animate sensibilities
Is a wise unscheduled meditation --
Cycles of nameless risings and numberless sets --
Beloved day-launches and warmth of after dusk glitters we shared
Till your guardian Angel took a vacation...or her jealous nature tragically revealed.
Fate and Faith, Worship Therapy mean little to a suffering human heart….
planted d
e
e
p
seed draws talons
life, born...
cleansed in spring rain
green leaves dance in light
stem then grows
blooms wilt
petals f
a
l
l
dust returns
earth breaths
new growth starts
seasons change once more
winter yields to warmth
and...
life begins anew
Everlasting vicious circle Breaks
Up again,
Only to slip into the dark.
I wait for hands to pick me up,
White-knuckled and holding on,
Until I finally fall in
The circle never breaks.
Steady for a second,
Then the floor gives way.
Gripping tight until my palms ache,
Up again.
Off balance, but not alone.
Someone pulls me from the shadows
and plants my feet on solid ground.
I hold on, eyes toward the light,
breaking the circle to become my hope
Sky tears fill a calm heart with memories
Crystal clear images ripple on the lake
Sentiments condense along the river of time
Overlooked and left behind—
Still,
finding their way back to the sea.
Brian storm he my best friend my older brother
Danny my older brother too and best friend
They both cool guys they keep me safe
I trust in my older pals to keep me safe
Jesus my oldest pal from forever he keeping me safe
I remember Jesus is so cool he likes to look out for me
I know I can trust in him cause he is my best friend from forever
Excited to exist in his world cause he is my pal and buddy
I remember buddy my dog he is also secret tony
and Autumn too she is like dad and dannys best friend and I love and miss her too
Mr meow was so cool and I miss the whole gang
I miss my Legacy cause she is super cool
The big,
and less than reasonable world
is so much more
than you and me
there is no handling
of life
this is where
I was meant to be
not you, Serenity:
the name of one
of my ball pythons,
Victoria is
the smarter snake,
a boa constrictor,
who innately
understands patience
and the way
life
was meant to be
The eastern gale hath done us part,
Her blighting hale ensues;
‘Til death in brushes strokes its harp
Thy love is but a ruse.
The summer whale hath blown her hair
Across this lovesick sea;
‘Twas long ago I said to her
Make heavenly of me.
Circle unfinished
has no start and no true ending
the curve knows nothing
of the fullness we demand
to soothe our yearning for home
On the long way round
we trace the curve relentless
no short cut tangents
following the wide arc, slow
savoring the journey home
Fullness encircles
what we learn by getting there
coming full circle
returning back to the start
completing what we aimed for
Cult of satan, popes and prelates kings princes, and pawns broking power.' Banks
And generals, a shaking is occuring, boundry's face an un-bounding..Kevin Annett, is pounding.
.on the black door of denial. Will there be much un-robing? Twenty six solid witnesses.' Court
Proceedings, i c c now
in process satanic ritual, pro-action; against is happening Responding; answering to too much sin.' We await the interaction, legal lawfull
Confronting sheer evil, of this world i grow
Tired, yet refuse to be mired.'
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Cowgirls grin, and horses smile.
They've been in books on shelves for awhile,
One cowgirl with a Western Sunrise in hand,
As cactuses bloom across the land.
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Daisies shine in widespread air,
Cats meow with songs so fair.
Songs of Faery pinks for us to be renewed,
Banning shadows, banishing the blues.
Circles, squares, and ovals play,
While Cosmos shines night and day.
Cactuses crown such dreamy love,
So be it---rejoicing from above.
Sing Yellow Faeries; sing to the Pinks!
Faery voices rise with winks!
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth
These Masters at deception and false claims,
where veracity is not seen as virtue,
will lose their cool when challenged and shamed.
They can’t be accused of being true blue.
In the Pink Room – for good luck – on the Throne
where the gilded lily flakes, he resides
to read the daily headline news alone –
now redacted to mere gibberish guides.
“Full Circle”
Sometimes you have to go to Hell
and back again,
to let the real dreams begin, to live
to feel a resounding vibration
to just be,
awake in the moment
to create something higher
like an eternal infinity ring,
through portals
opening,
our inner lives bloom wide unfurling;
on the other side
of a screen,
what truly drives us, is clearly seen
Love
Unity
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Circle.
“The circle is considered a symbol of unity, because all the regular polygons are embraced by the circle. It is also the symbol of infinity, without beginning or end, perfect, the ultimate geometric symbol.”
Infinity.
Mathematics.
“a number greater than any assignable quantity or countable number."
Symbol.
horizontal figure 8.
Infinity. Noun.
“a place that is so far away that it cannot be reached.”
“a point in space or time that is or seems infinitely distant.”
“...my father’s house has many rooms.”
circle, unity, love
muse
John 14
War to all
War to reason
War has exchange
War has peace
Goal to connect
Reason on war
Reason on locality
Reason for will
Reason for humanity
Goal to please
Please my reason
Please my fault
Please this idea
Please this show
Goal to all
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