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Tea morning

TEA MORNING 

I SEE A CHURCH LOOKING OLD AND LONELY
CARS PARKED ON LEFT HAND SIDE OF STREET 
NO FUNERAL GOING ON IN THE CHURCH
JUST ELDERLY FOLKS GOING FOR AFTERNOON  TEA
OUT OF THE CARS THEY COME
CARRYING GOODS IN THEIR HANDS
HATS ON, STICKS IN ARMS
PARTNERS WALKING WITH THEIR LOVED ONES
LOOKING EVER SO CALM
WALING SLOWLY UP THE  CHURCH PATH
WIPING THEIR FEET ENTERING THE DOOR
THE CLOCK STRIKES 11 O'CLOCK 
THE GOSSIP BETWEEN THEM BEGINS TO FLOW
AND AS ALWAYS THEY SLICE THE FRUIT CAKE
POURING THE MORNING TEA
ANYONE FOR ANY
ALL GOING FOR 20P
12PM THE CLOCK STRIKES NOON
ELDERLY COME OUT THE CHURCH DOOR
SAYING AND HUGGING GOODBYE TO FRIENDS
AS THEY ENTER THEIR CARS
PARKED ON THE LEFT HAND SIDE OF THE ROAD

Thaz bin teld

Thee overthier sed whet?
Put pint darn, spek thou tripe!
Thou must oo-n thy own thoughts
Went aside thou harse tuther day
Heard waling tuther side thy do-or.

Arrghh, tis whet thee sed? Nowt!
Eeeh, but sed nowt that’ll change mi mind!
Went to fieght too much thou does thee!
Feight, I’ll feight thi! Lay-off thou lass thy will.
Nippers too anall,

Ere owt else thy-arr#do, I’ll meet thee an’ theell know wiv met!
Theell know alreet thy will laughing tuther seed heed thyll be!
Cocky little sh#te!

You'Re Not Home Anymore-

Your not home anymore
Waling past your own life
Paint the picket fence
git into an auto manic dream
It's what it is, but is isn't what it seems
Walk into an open house 
You lie a wake sleepless nights
Git caught in your own dreams
Slip into nightmare mold scared to leave
Your not home anymore
Your not home anymore
But's you and I 
I and you
You and I 
I and you
You know I know you know where to go
but you choose to stay
I'm on my way
Frozen suns just warm buns
And the sandwich ran away
Git on over, Russell Stover
Candies, cavities and cant-canopies
It's this, this is what it is
Walk into an open house
But former you do git out the car
You won't go face because of who you are;
Git caught in your dreams, slipping into nightmare mold to scared to leave
Your not home anymore, your not home any more

7/15/70
Written words

Sowing a Seed To Make Me Bleed-

Sowing a seed to make me bleed

Fear is a laden earthen farmer
Dirty is the solemn stain path
Filthy plummet plans of wrath
You break in me a spirit charmer
Sowing seeds of destructive aftermath
Winds of fear slowing ongoing
Sowing a seed you make me bleed, scored
Dirty filthy fear tiptoes bestowing
Demon fellow you plant in me discord
Like a waling wrestler ongoing, elbowing
Fear farmer you’re a liar help us Lord


2/7/20

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White

waling and
yelling at
the top
of his
voice

Ahab
stabbing
the air with
a harpoon says

that
whale
is a dick

Waling Around

walking around 
in my dreams 
is were i find you
still 
can't get you out 
of my subconscious 
no matter how 
hard i try 
you keep popping up
within my dream life
which that you would 
reappear within my 
waking life again 
but that is harder 
to make happen then
is appears to the passers
by 
you only exist in my 
dream life now

The Calmer

As i stood at the brink of things
I saw some old some new
Memories
Ushering across
Like a albatross flying along the horizon
Gazing at the tiny earth
Not to be held just
To be felt.
Some passed overhead at majestic heights
Which had weaved my patience at once
My soul once.
Some went past leaving a waling,
Grunting me 
Standing on the sea shore ,
On a stormy noon.
The sun with it's ever watchful eyes,
Consoled me.
"Because it's imperative to stand each time you fall."
The forever endeavoured warmth was this.
The tsunami appeared but 
Made it a point to stand tall
Each time i fall.
Marched ahead to meet someone special,
Whose smile revisited me every instant
Invoking and involving me 
With heart over head 
I took a prancing leap forward
Gazing at these memories 
With glittering eyes 
I took the Crux of me forward 
Into the unknown,
Leaving to meet again
For changes 
Some pursued 
Some sudden,
tranquility unravels.

The Middle

I saw you waling down the halls
Acting like you owned them all
I hated you
We were through
Simply because your mother did not approve
I blamed you
I was stupid.

You avoided me
I had on and off feelings about you
You were all I could see
Your friends came to me with words of rumored death
I din't know if it was true
I knew what I had to do
After all, I do and always will love you.

Kiev

Kiev in the shadow of early spring
Winds off the lake lands and
Reinvented again...
Something of a new dream, new
And improved like magic with
The waves of a hand just like
Tribal spirits breathing the
Breathe of new life...
I am now redeemed...
Waling the river’s edge and
Feeling love for the first time
In my life...
My heart is at peace with it's
Self-tonight...
Kiev in the shadow of moonlight
And the cool, cool early April
Air...
Cosmic forces have ushered
In good favors as Jupiter
Enters Aries again...
Climbing the stairs to the
High bridge and looking
Down into the dark waters
There...the poet begins again
Oh reinvented again like
Something out of a dream
Just like a fade breathing
Deep the spirit of life...I am
Now redeemed and once
Again, the poet begins
Again!

Mind Blower - Journal Ziii

MIND BLOWER –
JOURNAL XIII

Dreams can be weird
     crazy. True.
But a totally
senseless dream can
disorient you,
Befuddle your first
waking minutes.
Like, this wildness
has lasted so long
into sleep
As to literally
infect the waking
awareness.
One must now
examine, carefully,
one’s daily
      routine to
regain sanity. 

Brushing teeth – you
are an artist
painter 
      cleaning The
Waling Wall.
Putting on your
clothes – you
imagine you’re 
      laying on
skin.
You step into the
kitchen gingerly –
you might 
      be atop a high
precipice.
Fortunately the
first cup of coffee
brings you 
      back – it
looks muddy, but
tastes o.k.

In the last few I
determine to pinch
myself
      awake.
Sanity is very dear.
Alzheimer’s could be
near.

For the Record

Birth is obviously not when life gets its start
For long before, this baby already had a beating heart
They had their tiny little fingers and even smaller littler toes
But of this simple fact society acts like no one really knows

Birth is simply God's Way of unveiling
As that innocent little child comes out waling
Yet this is not the true beginning but the continuation
Something so unrealized by this sick and lost nation

Just knowing that one out of five children will not survive
For they will be slaughtered fully aware and certainly alive
Yet so many will just stand by not willing to even bat an eye
Oh that life begins at birth is such a wicked and evil lie

So while in one room she is celebrated and born
In the next one over he is mutilated with each and every limb torn
Yes birth can be such an amazing and wonderful joy
But it was at conception that God created both that little girl and boy

An Ageless Strelitzia Reginae

A beauteous smile, 
dazzling,luminous
 teeth. Tingling my senses. 
Allured in your land of lotus filled kisses.
Angelic cherry blossoms,oriental popes,
and the waling- waling sprouted in your 
being.

Your ravishing radiance surreptitiously 
stimulating my intentions. Time itself has paused
for a glance of your enticing presents. An ageless
Strelitzia Reginae,twinkling with sunlight,under
a diamond water fall. A delicate,classy,comely sight.
A beauty framed in eternal splendor guarded by 
natures hypnosis.

My breath briefly captured by
rays of beauty deployed by
your insurmountable embrace.

Awestruck by your strike of WOW!!!

Bathing In Fire

And the instrument is an inanimate object
Until its soul is blown into it
And you hear its waling lamentation
Our false sense of subjectivity
Is life's main source of trepidation
And hence we should achieve unity
Unity with divination

And be consumed by the light of fire
Burned in desire by the fire of light
Pick into your brain
Go insane
Call on the four archangels
Bring Michael to quench your thirst
But the baptism of fire is all that is quenching
Summon Raphael to heal the gaping head wound
But his healing salts only engender its growth
Tell Azrael to remove breath out of this instrument
But death is not annihilation, not riddance of subjectivity

Bring Gabriel,
Let him reveal
Bring God's seal
And I will unveil what I conceal
Bring Him nearer to me than my spirit
So that I may feel the fire
The fire of desire
Intimate love felt at the heart
The spirited organ of the fleshy part
As the four leave us
And the world is put on hold
My ears muted, my eyes blinded
And my will becomes His

Paths of Memory

Thinking of roses as sweet
       as you are,
climbing the ladder of love,
to reach your heart so dear.

Hearing bells echoing
in my ears, wanting
more to touch and hold you,
in my arms this day.

Waling paths of memory,
of things we did,
many years ago of our youth,
holding hands like young kids,

those sweet times are gone,
never more to return,
but now my love we do
have today and forever more.

As Always

As the tides of rapture,
heavenly bliss,
the scars of yesteryear,
amidst... a gentle harbor,
this sorrowful treason.
A misery of new. . . 
tremulous fashion.

As the embers 
of Autumn, 
scarlet tumults, 
the essence of
divine season,
our virtuous faults.

Blazing lusts,
the calling of rememberance
for certain...
a champion partisan.

As always, revelry...
the dying moonlight 
and hollows waling,
of murky shadows, 
stolid waters, 
and wary stars.

Our love, our pride,
our rememberance, our passion.
The essence of rejuvenation,
renewal, a triumph that 
was ours.

As envy taloned
a prodigious awakening,
our hearkening scorn,
of humility, 
our grace and gentility.

For amidst the beckoning
woes of Angel Lucifer's
cries of wanton and righteousness,
a resurrection of Christ
an earthly enlightenment.

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