I was developing my style.......
Plunking randomly in typing class... Turning the paper in and the following day admiring a big RED F......... at the Top and off to the left side of the paper.... there it was ...it may have actually been an F minus.... come to think of it....
How did it do it... that magic round metal ball that moved so quickly on that I.B.M. electric typewriter...it was so state of the ART............. I never saw anything move so fast... and how did it know just where to go?
Why I could not focus on it ........ Imagine?
Drink up my little LUSH......... School will be out in an hour....
All I have..... All I do.........
According this to whom?
Living 'YOUR' Life.......
The new righteous have spoken,,,,,,,
Unholy........
Take your pick of out of reach.........
A showing Fraud..........
Dime , Play, Repeat ........
No substance........
Alluring Gold Plate........
Slowly before our very eyes.......
An insidious of nature ...
chipping away of......
Erosion .........
A different kind of Stealth.
Unwitting.
Cypher through this.
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Sleeping in the dream room
This guy doesn't get much lately.... I guess we will throw him a crust of bread.....
Where was it you left off... with everyone else that is involved now?
The Western Union telegram arrived for you.......
it said.......
'May Not Make The Deadline'...................
signed....... Hidden Resentment inside us.
Love MOM.
Our willingness to accept:
With our poisoned minds.
Amends ......
Dreams are a peculiar brand..........
We just may think otherwise.........
and 'WE' didn't know it.
Instead:
Someones to blame for this someone to blame for that.
Amends:
Maybe things are perfect and things are the way they are supposed to be? Ever think of that?
Throwing the Shoes of conventional process .... into the FIRE............
Maybe it is a good way for you to get to know me?
The younger you...... like me.....
Missing a scheduled flight to your own mothers funeral...... seems quite impossible yet their you were sitting at the gate... and the flight left without you... NO LIE..... you asked the gate agent what happened.... she said they made an announcement.... maybe you were just submerged so far in your own thoughts... what else could it of been? I mean you were there early.
Next thing you know and all you can remember of it is Flying through Banning pass in a rented Orange and White Cessna alone with yourself at the controls... looking out the side widows at the mountains that are higher then you on either side... and glad the winds were relatively calm... and now you can't recall a blasted thing about the funeral... later that day.
The Mind:
and then of course all these year later your walking down a trail to the bottom of a Canyon... in a dream and one thing led to another... and you were appalled and shocked when your mom who was just in front of you...and not well she was indeed sick and having a hard time breathing ... Why she jumped off the cliff ! 1,2,3... in a Jiffy... in front of you and flew down into the shallow water at the bottom..... to her what we call ... Her death...
Oh! and then a picture of the aftermath came out the following day in an ever so eye catching tabloid......... you had to look for a while to find her body in the photo ....
and there it was she was all splayed out and naked and dead at the bottom... over a rock her face was beautiful and smiling and at peace. Why She looked so young ...
and ..............
Where was it you left off... with everyone else that is involved now?
The Western Union telegram arrived for you.......
it said.......
'May Not Make The Deadline'...................
signed....... Hidden Resentment inside us.
Love MOM.
Our willingness to accept:
With our poisoned minds.
Amends ......
Dreams are a peculiar brand..........
We just may think otherwise.........
and 'WE' didn't know it.
Instead:
Someones to blame for this someone to blame for that.
Amends:
Maybe things are perfect and things are the way they are supposed to be? Ever think of that?
Throwing the Shoes of conventional process .... into the FIRE............
Maybe it is a good way for you to get to know me?
The younger you...... like me.....
Missing a scheduled flight to your own mothers funeral...... seems quite impossible yet their you were sitting at the gate... and the flight left without you... NO LIE..... you asked the gate agent what happened.... she said they made an announcement.... maybe you were just submerged so far in your own thoughts... what else could it of been? I mean you were there early.
Next thing you know and all you can remember of it is Flying through Banning pass in a rented Orange and White Cessna alone with yourself at the controls... looking out the side widows at the mountains that are higher then you on either side... and glad the winds were relatively calm... and now you can't recall a blasted thing about the funeral... later that day.
The Mind:
and then of course all these year later your walking down a trail to the bottom of a Canyon... in a dream and one thing led to another... and you were appalled and shocked when your mom who was just in front of you...and not well she was indeed sick and having a hard time breathing ... Why she jumped off the cliff ! 1,2,3... in a Jiffy... in front of you and flew down into the shallow water at the bottom..... to her what we call ... Her death...
Oh! and then a picture of the aftermath came out the following day in an ever so eye catching tabloid......... you had to look for a while to find her body in the photo ....
and there it was she was all splayed out and naked and dead at the bottom... over a rock her face was beautiful and smiling and at peace. Why She looked so young ...
and ..............
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