wandering life
      self plunders
     an exploration clap
the heavens wane from a fever
        thank heavens ;
           it is all a trap

You dear naive, creatures

:my peoples gifts lie
in the certainty of prevailing
beyond this silly dress
and across great Lakes

:our mysteries will surf on each of yr tongues
slipping through cavities
to be drool on yr sweaters
but we will feed you what is necessary
for some is not for every
but every is essential,
in a sense as none mean any

:we will be yr enemy of comfort
so you have eternity to blame
instead of implementing self discovery
we sow the earth for discipline and connection
a hunter may sow too, there is no difference

:a cool wave of acceptance
pressing eject on certain tensions
if you let the challenge widen
to see it’s nothing, we are yr friend

animals exhibit certain bursts of energy
based off their gravitational point of entrance
      into this said world
who’s to say that the energy
       traveling through their nervous systems doesn’t effect them
          in the same way we process emotions
are these energies..


  peaks of expressive waves
i must seem belittling, for we’re of the beast
just as any, so in facing that
the other seems assured
but ***** are about in seeming certain
of uncertain shady surfaces

I’m not a genius but sometimes
words come out through me
     and say what I can not say
holding firmness inside a rhythm
that presses certainty
        though my bias taints me
it also grounds my lofty
for I find home in  all the lovely
in as well with grotesque malitions
       the burn of disagreement being
a fire of purification
       to love, for what the f... matters
    my view is just as ridiculous and
  if I see through to out of my bother
        my love expands, and the room became
that much bigger, with a larger crowd
  of lov-ed families

When you can allow

  A murderer.. a ******, in a sober state

        to become bashful,
and lose a sense of their
characterized fiendish ness
not only that, but you encourage it

this is the hug of God

Apparently,
    angel dreams
are surprisingly secular

In some sense,
we’re all proportionately configured
if we will grow,
to be with adjustment’s ideation

solidity is not a beautiful thing
when mixed with fearful rigidity
a hex is really just a RUDE blessing

    Till we strut, shan’t we be living
Please Pass the pickled Beets

i have this scene in my head
kind of like the dogs playing poker
jesus and the buddha are playing pool
jesus’ asking ‘what should i do?’
guatama ‘tell them y’re god?’
it’s not really of my usual taste
but in a sense that could be a lie too

Try and linger
Jingle-mingle,
But do not wait for Love
remain single-wingle,
The ping-pong of life
the zing-zong of marriage
Is an hopeless affair;

So made up your mind
If possible, make it rewind
the break-ups
you got over with hiccups,
Remain single-wingle
Zing-zong and jingle,
Remain single-wingle,
Zing-zong and jingle.

craving but not craving