Drip...

...this well always will

Can you receive all yet to flow

Nothing yet...wanting everything

Twas scrawled...

...Happiness is best when shared
been shared...
...Companionship is missed most
...The best things in Life are free
How do we complicate "survival" in such ways

Desire I reckon stands tall

Wishing...

...so here.
Arriving inspired and in-tune.
Several hours traversed...miles be unknown.
Sought was not a grove perfectly growin.
Rather Aspens connected to Wind sister...creating slight quiver.
The kind, deep in the woods, ones evoking delightful shiver.

Move I did, a branch or two, this spot is right.
Slowly now, up goes crisp tent of white.
Last stake, lashed to ground.
Lay carefully, vermilion red carpet all around.
And days, yes it did take.
No matter, mortise and tenons now take shape.
Soon, this four post feathery bed will engulf her nape.

Fire roars, so close, its heat we do taste.
Our wet earth perimeter does still seep.
Whilst wild flowers past full bloom...faintly weep.

Us wearing all black, barefoot and uncombed.
Before I undress you and heighten other senses.
You yearn to be blindfold throned.

Abandon the grove, we do.
Prior to next path trod...thy mind begins to hone.
Precisely as her beauty and depth compares.
Kemala, I name her...my brilliant stone.

Fire gone a lass.
Sitting, brushing hair of Kemala, time does pass.
So here...
...Wishing

Try t'...

...make sense
It's all so apprehense
I walk these planks az far az they'll take me
Az far az I can, that's how far I go
Why duz the day have to come
My darkness, my hollow keeps the numb
She's around me, to each venture I jaunt
Bloody hell, it's lyke the double window Amity haunt
Spiraled and catapulted, boulders crash as I crawl
Seeking an end to this bath of a brawl
Down this Moon shone lane of shame
She leads such dance, cowardly I throw blame
I walk these planks az far az they'll take me
Az far az I can that's how far I go
It's all so apprehense
Try t' make sense

Thoreau...

...warns us to...
"beware of any activity that requires the purchase of new clothes,"
reminding us simplicity is the way we open to everyday wonder.

If...

...i wuz ownlee smarter i could b genius

Are...

...memories forgotten and buried
in order for solace, while in wasted lands.
Perhaps prejudice tricks us, playing its hand.
Be here, present, in the now.
Oh...easy, bend over, smile and bow.
Folk preach, you are nothing and that is everything.
Wake up.
No Tree, nor Stone, nor Animal is nothing.
Believing in stories of unseens.
Why not. After all, if you did not...
...you would have...nothing.
Sadly...doctor, mechanic or mother is as deep as most delve.
That is enough, that is who they...
...Are.

My precious...

...little girl, such young love
Look how sweet she lay
Part of me she is, hair teeth and my hazel she got
We climbed up I kissed her butter soft head and ever so gently pushed
You got it all wrong, we were just playing on the slide
She was doing so well, seemed like she could go by herself
I ran down, fast as I could...gust of wind blew
Binky lay covered in sand, while I clutch her little hand
That damn cop kept sayin, keep your hands up
His flash light scorching my eyes, yelling he was
You're all jacked up, now you're going away
Her name was Autumn Hazel

Feelz like...

...the fighter insyde haz lost breath and lyes naked shivering in Winterz freeze.

So lost in toil
even the freshest leaves spoil.

Sadness so deep
every pore it seep.

Alone...

...the ownlee chyld Leo cryz out in t' nyte
looking fer her Lover t' make it all, alryte
if nuthin else, just sumone t' hold her tyte
lashes out with confusion spat frum her tung
trigger unknown, nevertheless, flood haz sprung

If this...

...mornin infact is here, why does it feel az yesterday? Could it be landscape?
Same whyte snow blankets to eyez horizon thence seamlessly rizes up as if wut we remembered of a sky had been stolen in the nyte.
Replaced wholly with oblivion. Walk and walk and walk we search for moor.
Moor iz xactlee wut we find. And just a smidge less than day past.

Apple equals Woman...

...suckle the juices, do not break her skin, but get yer teeth, in.
An apple can not be lyke a woman, juice flows not frum apple, until pierced. Woman needs no piercing!
Rub and rub and rub an apple, impelling all yer energy and no juice will ever flow. Intensity of such, thrust upon a woman and one will savor, hourz long.
Aprils Sun throws lacerating rays upon high mountain peaks, heat builds, flooding along gravitational channels.
Different in one way alone. Simplee watch and enjoy glacial flow, no effort required.
Whether warmed by ray or by rub, certin iz this...
...dun thru Natural Love throws no waiver to wunder
...juices of such will lead to her shuttering lyke thunder.

Beliefs...

...xpand and contract ones core.
Like water that freezes in the rock and splits it apart.
It iz no more the waters fault, than that of the rock.
Xpanding simplee in thinking, oftin stirs Lifes soup of acceptance.
...is this right?...will i be judged?...i know they will not understand
Turn thinking into action, to Live yer truth.
Then soup turns to stew, murky and chunky.
Acceptance by who--family, friends and co-workers.
Powerful opinions, keeping ones core contracted fer Life.
Feeling so right, warm and true.
Kept safelee wrapped/concealed; oozing emptee over tyme.
Allow that rock to split.
Anticipate the fragments, the new colour and sense.
Tap that root, yer Natural high...
...Beliefs

If one wuz...

...to endeavor from scratch? Wut wood they B?

If a MG, Jag or Caddilac had never been painted.

A house naught bought and sold for profit and twenty-eight built since.

If homes and lands were never listed for sale, lining pockets, each one.

Then wut? Still dripping wet, cord attached, yet forty Winters have past.

Visceral in step_______Carnal in thought.

Wood there actually B one? An endeavor--try earnestly, make an earnest attempt.

Is it not this, which has enervated one to begin with?

Where is thy haven?

Bournemouth...

...Leslie and Dale.
Besides simply being lovely folk, will always hold a special memory,
thanx for being my first hosts in this old country.

Enjoy your hut with oceans breeze
May a cottage replace yer flat
May she smoke and still be well
Visit and we will walk amongst, our treez

Twisted...

...ways for generations

Your smoking heathen carries to and fro
Hear I dangle, struggle in this tangle
Your tons of iron rolls by, day after day
Are thooz eyes closed, can you not see
Can you not see thee

My thrashing, my squirming, my pulling
All my energy exhausted, I bleat out in pain
Writhed and wriled every inch of this dirt
You sit up there in your pretty white shirt

Agony, you bastards, what about your phone
Bet you called yer ole lady back home
Tried to jump on two from side to side
No water, no food, this heat, shade is none

There you go one more time
Energy is none, given up, I am done
Enjoy yer trip, hope hell suits you for your crime
I lay my head now, this barbed wire still...
...twisted

Lily or Frog...

Lily pad floatin out the season
frog jumpin fer no real reason

Frog free to go there and here
lily anchored deep in muds smear
colours, both luminescent
lily flexes to all passers by
frog flees upon any approach

Frog barely accepts his own kind
lily lays open invitation, having no mind

If we were to...

...Not complain of the un-complainable
...Forgive the unforgivable
...Drink the first drink
...Help the helpless
...Balance the un-balanceable
...Eat what's needed to eat
...Move the im-moveable...your ass...

...could then, one of our parasites begin to wither

Tail was tucked...

not in, just down
Sun lays Life down hot neath his haunches
Deliberate in step. Next pad down
Slow. Slow. Is it really there, wait. Slow.

i missed yer gaze, my look was fixed
Grouse are second only to Hare, he launches

...tail untucked

Where hav thawtz gone...

......az to taste morns, fresh squeezed Dew.
......az to scent Coyote, riding North waft.
......az to lay with Ponderosa, on her floor.
......az to stain of Berry and grunge like Dirt.
......az to sit with breath and Bird.
......az to run like Water, gasping for quench.

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