the Spell that carries you through
your day, feeling foolhardy and ambitious,
Ready...
evaporates as the hours get late and what you waited for
is neither aft nor fore but where you make it
So...
tonight looking up at the stars
i saw this little one shining, just a tiny beam of light
and i realized that the light was old, no new thought
but that there were probably also different sort of energies
trailing behind that light streaming down on us
like it always has
and that's why trees grow like they do
and that's why some people are happy and others not
they don’t get enough "fresh air".
they don’t accept that energy
paint their face
sit inside
watch instead of do
eat fake food with no vitamins
drink no water
coke
smoke
But...
focusing on the negative is no better than not
going out into nature
trying to learn
laughing
looking into the sky
being near water

Being near water???

...find a sandy spot.
…relax and lay down for a while.
…smile.
When you finally fall asleep it will start over again!

what does an oyster eat?

one little tiny beam
has been hitting me
for centuries

the star's light
reaches me as well as
different sorts of energy

and as i reach an understanding
a meteorite lands in my
hands and god...

odd,
the words were crystal clear
before i came back in here

elling

we walked the streets to quick stepped beats of feet
we walked and then got caught at the sand dune beach,
and in a bottle found a sad harmonic tune

which with it's bluesy small and silver
purpose, did it's music fill her

yeah right, sand in the reeds of the river
sand castles crumbling, revealing treasure

my words flew like seagulls,
from my mouth west south west over the pacific
there was no need to get specific, so soon;
just while away a sunny afternoon.

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beauty and the beast

Forgotten are the times,
That I didn’t say I wasn’t fine,
Forgotten like the lies I told,
I never used to mind.

Remembered are the things I see
That cannot help but saving me;
I feel left out or full of doubt,
And there some thing of beauty be.

this one does.

I feel pretty happy when I write with the might
Of the dude who makes the greeting card syrup sound right.

I’m sure he has fun with his verbs and his puns,
And I’m sure he is proud of the dollars he has won.

So I feel pretty happy when I write with the ease
Of a little bird in flight, or a child saying please.

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Vanquished are my fears and dreams.
A duck sitting mindlessly is where I’ve been
Sadly placated by the glowing electron screen
When exactly was it that I began to seem
Like one of those actors I’ve never actually seen

And I feel like a forest being clear-cut
I feel like a seal being clubbed
Sometimes.

To see and participate in personality cultism
Dubbed pop culture
When there is such a dramatic schism between
What I have and what I dream.