Ideabyboop Nincompoop I told you to be aware I told you not to stare I told you not to share The wealth of your dismay And now it’s a game you want to play Play away You do not know the science Play away You do not understand the defiance Play away For you can not comprehend What is about to become If you diminish the land The land you walk on That which you live and prey The land you hope to be restored in the smallest time of day The day you fight futility for The land that guides the way To freedom The will to stay Walking upright Not crawling below the depths Of a smog filled world Full of pest and pestilence Give me your breath And I will give you a breather Give me your breath and you will become a believer In what has to come to save the land that you have destroyed That which will become once you are employed In the army of man and beast And the hidden creatures too We will set things right But you have to hear the word And hold fast to it like glue It won’t be easy And sacrifices will have to be made It won’t be easy for this is not a game to be played
just a few
just a few words before i go i gave myself eleven but the time tick was slow and so now with words a minute plenty I'm down to nine seconds before my work is begone to no longer exist is a time framed barred none to no longer exist to say my work is done to no longer exist to listen to the alarm sound to no longer exist I'm gone
I went by Jasper
I drove past Jasper today soft speckled fluff mounded on the white line between the rows of cars If I had not seen the wing before I would not be able to discern if Jasper had been anything other than Bird its soft allure beckons me to stop and pick it up and cradle it in my arms but the shoulder and setting to the side of the road is less safe than where it lies now large and small vehicles perch them selves to the side machinery roars and whines where the trees have been plucked and burned, the lush land ground down to sand semi glass tears of what once was constantly being crushed all in the name of progress
Warmth
i am finally warm and it is not from the kitty on my lap or the sweat pants I am wearing and I took that vitamin B early enough to have had that flush it is a different warm the kind you wonder about after sleeping with death wondering if you are warm because your headed down there I am usually cold and I understand the heavens are really cold unless your are on the planet Mercury but is Heaven cold they always say hell is hotter than hot and if I like it hot does that mean I'm headed that direction it may be due to poor circulation will I land on an asteroid if I travel the implied up on a icy rock that moves without a path of certainty, easily bumped off course see how low I think of myself, my asteroid is minute, however it does have a better chance of becoming a meteor and hurl back to earth with out harming anybody, I would hate to harm anyone on my reentry oh yes I've already decided I'm coming back but my greatest fear is that I will fall into the ocean and never see the sunlight but if I do make a landing I would like it to be in water and wash up on the shore and be rolled by a crab before a seagull picks me up and plops me into somebodies drink, I hate to become stained with the red chill of a strawberry margarita I would like to roll up next to a coconut that takes root so we can share stories and the tree could tell me about the far off land it sees' and I could help aerate the soil about its roots with my rolling about laughing at the palms musings
You go slow via
At first I thought the voice said Yugoslavia but then it slowed down and repeated you go slow via interpreting my words which is great since I was not in the mood to do a research paper on Yugoslavia nothing against Yugoslavia but I don't know enough to make a clear interpretation of word sound in my head to keyboard on the subject my muse is bored with my runaway path you go slow via you will make the wrong connection and the meaning of my words will be lost and you will walk down the wrong path and may never find your way back home Come a little closer to the keys to my heart come a little closer to my words come a little closer to hearing my breath pair with yours but still taking the lead I will find a way for you to inhale freely among the pleasure seekers interest in scent that which corrupts the lungs and brings down civilizations for when one can no longer smell for they have polluted the world they have sealed their fate for they have polluted the earth so the insects and small creatures who run the well being of all things granted means of communication and dissimulation are interrupted and life as we know it begins to crumble to a point it can't be fixed
I had a dream
I had a dream the other night where I was grappled by the dark and light wisps of death Smokey Quartz aka Topaz and Dry Ice entangled within the walls of a clear quartz window Topaz was warm and gentle had a flowing scarf Ice's skirt was pillowing in oxygen depleting coolness Each took a turn partaking of my breath lifting my prone bodies essences cradling them before return restoring my lungs capacity to inhale and exhale fully I was kissed and renewed and grateful my request was granted allowing me to have a BLT I wonder now if they knew I was asking for time to eat a Bacon Lettuce and Tomato sandwich before they took me away So now I ponder what is their definition of a BLT
I just want to write
I just want to write about the uncomplicated never-ending romance we have with ourselves how we are punctual to view and critique the many facets as though they were to appear on the red carpet of the tongue my tongue waggles and blurs my speech every time I get nervous which is most of the time when I am confronted with another life form living or non my mental state sets up scenarios, even that word I had trouble typing, as though I was afraid to admit it, the tongue of my fingers began to stumble as I typed but I am human am I not sometimes I debate that too for when I dream and I dream often even when I am awake for I rarely sleep, get that deep sleep because I am so afraid I will miss the meaning of my life in the preconscious cinematic preview of the ethereal dream world, and then if I wake up to the end of the afterparty I hold on to those last words or setting, trying to float back, coax out a rewind, but seldom does that happen and I am always wondering how much I put into it and if it really was not the stream I wanted I fear I've already stepped on that rock and this time its not going to activate the secret message, or throw the pie in my face I make a lot of self thrown pies for I claim humility way too often in my semi permeant dream state I don't even allow my self to be allergy free, no matter how much I want a bite of that birthday cake or to sample all the delicacies of my made up worlds. I'm even strict, afraid to lie or speak too much truth about myself, and I keep telling myself I am there to find out who I am, but am no more revealing than when I am in reality, my reality, the worlds reality where living people ask you questions of how are you doing, and you're afraid to say fine when you are crying and dying to speak the truth, but you don't want to be one of those people who go way beyond the boundaries of a polite greeting when passing anyone whether you seen then before or not, just a causal how are you doin, and a nod of alright how you doin , beautiful day isn't it am I that wordy when I am deeply in sleep, when I can't recall what I have said or done, is being totally asleep really a way your body and mind are saying shut up, I need to to sort through this puzzle with out all the distraction of your opinions, when your opinion is trying to tell your mind it was a movie it doesn't have to be stored over there as a part of your life it is a piece of fiction someone else wrote and produced, just because I saw it with my own two eyes and heard it with my own ears, the vibrations they sent are not keepers, its not the scenario I want to relive it can be tossed but keep the info I need for that test tomorrow stop putting movie trivia in its place
corrective shoes
my heart feels as though it has been wearing corrective shoes split somehow taking strides along the path unknown the path is clear so it must be my heart that need adjusting a little tightening here a little lifting there there's pain and relief a complicated feeling of joy and that I just want to relax to settle into a good pair of loafers now you understand why I need corrective shoes for my heart
Admonishment
do be do be so be it now do be do be so be it now i have flittered and i have fluttered and i have traveled in space i travel in place with out making a sound except for singing it now do be do be so be it now i have the pretense to see it how how i want it to be how i need it to be free from the destroyers the admonish mentors of my mistakes do be do be do it now do be do it how the word would like us to reflect upon its show me how to overcome the aggression and undercut the silence of the trees
I lost the argument
I lost the argument with my newfound friend me I said I wanted to be a he and she said I was a she so we settled on becoming we we are a wee bit taken with our new found romance my fingers can't help grasping whenever they get a chance I pull them apart so often my fingers are getting long allowing me to grasp and hold onto more of me encircling myself in an embrace we hugged so long we fell asleep and what a wonderous dream it was all my selves had selves of their own it was one big family of me so now I know I am more than she more than he one gigantic WEEEEEEE I am an artist I am a poet I am a writer I am an architect I am a dancer I am an irrefutable debater I am multiples of me so when you say what will you do with your life I go silent for I have to confer for which of me will present an answer for you all can't agree
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