my eyes see through you where you are hoping to fly into the littlest drop of dew in the lawn.
and when you land will your feet be perpendicular with the sky or the ground.
and if i was able to be that shining star in your sky – how many angles would you collect
before your circle were round.
move against the shelter of your past
and help me see into the collective conscious of our future.
for i wait for you to come through in colors in dreams
i wait for yours to assume the namely property and i wait to know.
lamps cloud the viscous porridge while the simplest intonality
is listened to in life – while hoping there is a shortcut after
though there is naught for save the queen
and we shall all inherit the meek.  where the meager is not wrong
and only the complications of man’s inability to conceive of perfection
the best argument against an organized religion that breathes lust into innocence
forthright will you acknowledge that to judge is to err and yet to make a decision
is nothing short of calling someone wrong and self right – therefore promoting
self-righteous umbilical formulae beseeching ~ i am the answer
and these my followers – listen to my interpretation and you are then saved
and now you are right and you are accepted and you will be upheld
and exalted amidst the rest of us – for while we live on this planet we may be happy
and yet i do not dispute that god is lord – or somewhat therefore of – and acknowledge the
potential of such existence – however i refuse to dispute that other’s beliefs are actual -
least in the notion that it is true to them for it is how they believe.  but are they the saved
and mine the damned.  for do not pass judgement for you are not the judge.
call out not upon your archaic notions and words – for such as the world spins so doth it change
and to disknowledge the progression of this life of this sanctity of society is to disservice yours all.

so then when the sounds have subsided and inside myself there is the respite of peace and sanctuary again am i reminded of the design and the malleable formation situated amidst the luvable salutations and glee.  happy are the waves crashing into the shore and so is the same of the xmas tree i have made out of a xmas light net upon the wall of the little beach house in which we occupy this holiday season.  may the good tidings of xmas be upon us this joyous two day climax of events upon the winter and the end of another year – for as twothousandeight leaves us we are succeeded by the 09 and look towards the joys and wonder that will befit us this next year of funloving and times of plenty inside the warmest lights of love.

I really enjoy pepsi co. new can design – i think it is a wonderful attraction for my drinking enjoyment.  i had used to enjoy a good can of pepsi now and then when as a child i would voyage over to grandma helen’s house – and imbibe upon a nicely carbonated beverage – then over the years of aging and experience i had switched to coke classic – as my mother drinks coke classic and it just made sense – though then the other night after a hard day of manual physical labor i was sitting down at cafe mambo and ordered a coke and was brought a pepsi so i drank my pepsi and oh snapp wow fizz bang ding that was a tasty soda.  a little slice of lime in the glass of ice – a little sip of heaven’s mana may have been for all there was wonderful in that moment occurred to me in my mouth and thanks to the wonderful design i loved it even more.  so then today at costco i bought myself a thirtysix pack of pepsi cans – so i have that pleasurable enjoyment to look forward to thirtysix times over the course of the next three weeks probably.  thank you pepsico for bringing me back – and remembering watching the wizard of oz at said grandmother’s house and seeing a pepsi commercial where a space shuttle was launching into outerspace and thinking to myself – yes.  i am the next generation.  and this is my beverage.  and of course – next time i am there – i will be purchasing the thirtysix pack of mountain dew – for i am a sucker for that deathgreen hippiecrack in a can.  yummers.

though the impromptu ambition glides dangerously close to the hedonism splashing into the sides of the walls of the luge track, and though my back is not connected save but for discs, still i cannot phantom the ingenious design oft respondent towards mine misgiving.  yay, though there were a reason for to say, and howlie thine impersonal injustice is not thrice misgiven, still there belies through the banyan tree shade any number of blades of grass hoping to be experienced in the mid-eighties of the wednesday morning air.  and so while my haphazard distraction comes crashing down on my filial promissory shangrila i yet gaffle at the warmest side of the waffle, and place it back in the pan buttery and melting against the seared edges until the steam rises lightly and gently into the hazed kitchen morning light. 

chivalry completes the transgression – improbable and yet highly inline with the likelihood of impersonalization.  yeti comes into the picture perfectly aligned with the pirate ship sailing unto the shore of request – his long lockes of shredded and mangled grey and white camouflage hair and fur covers his eyes but still he sees, yeti – and while the skull and crossbones fly his armistice is safely partitioned inside the barrels often collapsed within the angrily partitioned apartments denoted for rental.  find inside your demon’s heart a weary and worn path and ye shall not regret and ye shall not repent and ye shall not find forgiveness anywhere but underneath the moonlit trials of the sky where the darkest hour is lit by the path of those before you and those coming aft will nigh recompense your surfeit imposition for the signs dangling off the lightpole are infatuated and information grows freely twixt the sidewalk and the curb – where the boulevard grass is cut by an hourly wage worker – where the debris in the street is collected by hand and swept up to keep from dinging the precious cargo carriers of lexus, bmw, porsche, and more.

come clean inside the broken shelf mount and remember to compensate the book ends with a portrait of loosely stained tea leaves, for there is another grief-struck mourner harbored neath the complications that surround imbibation and simplify any less than hopeful carousel of shiftless grief hoping to compound with the faceless and harbinger simplicity whereunto a lie is complex and the truth more simple, where the edges of words are broken and the face of disaster masks her features by playing off the fortunes of the ages.  how easy tis it to assume no responsibility – how improper to blame all this on the man in the sky and someone’s interpretation of what he wanted for them to do with their conscious life.  if this is a respectable society – i would hope that we could occult some modern form of actualization and re-educate our spiritual gurus into a more contemporary determination of the love that hath been formulated through the centuries by those with the greenest thumbs and the property values of life along with the mortgage crash and the trillion dollars marks have been affiliated with the greediest of shafts, where the spines are grown from the murky waters usually holden neath the clouds as they ascend through the seventy foot root tips and the happiest showers fall gently through the glowering pissed off consumers not happy that they spend more a week than they take home – and how long will we want to walk with those who chew off our fingers rather than those who kiss our fingers and toes – and how long will the gumballs, caramel popcorn, chips, soda, candy apple green apple sour straws, nougat, chocolate covered mac nuts, strawberry tea kool aid, and respect be bottled and not labelled for individual resale while we hold our hands out to be filled with love the dirt and pesticides come flooding back from those whose lips breathe lies from emory moments where they settle for the worthless intonation and there is naught a bright moment in their unrespect for the living or the gracious and their host is buried inside the grown gravity of shelter.

come inside the hapless indiscretion – and repeat when you would like to wash clean from the heartless indiscript proliferation – help me wander into the night darkly – and watch as my hands are shred against the leaves of the cane – while inside the barky stalk there is something lovely and sweet to feel and to taste these leaves will leave my holding anything sliced up and the red of mine life juice is blended with the pure love of the sugar – and this is the moment that the gecko falls from the wall – consumed with blending into the bug-consumption his little feet hath slipped from the edge of the reality checks made payable to any proprietary party.  do not be whispering when the day comes to a completion and do not see in the windows when the greatest approach is the one that is unseen.

were it up to me – i was ready to commit to this improbable notion – however then when it became not a reasonable effigy – now how would that seem to look when viewed outside the local situation and impressions are hopefully – and there was a reason that this light line was built inside the momentary hope – and while the barge is plenty safe for cargo and vehicles – do not rest your elbows on the thoughts of those whom are older than you or those who own more property than you – for you will be diced and shrouded in the delicate flavors that they have been cultivating for generations – only to leave upon your shirtsleeve and trade for your heart – because you cannot truly ever know that this love will make it through those difficult times – and you cannot ever instruct the design of another’s heart – so that when they begin to stray from your devotion you will be hardset to manifest enough emotion to allow them a stay.

hold your head up high and walk over the edge before you are ready to cease.  don’t be coddled by this fooling disease.  beware your causation when you realize that this was what it was worth fighting for and yet given up so easily – and this was a tragedy – though those are not as nice to see as the comedic – so allow that to simply exist forever – this tragedy.  this wicked tragedy.

antiphone

i was happiest when my mind melded with the portraits on my sky;
i never meant to wander further into the ocean than i could breathe;
but there is days and ways for me to make my moment matter:
and so as i grift off to slumber i will remember that sleep needs me
and wants me to fall into a nicely jammed property skimmed along the skyline;
move into the valley and hold unto the brisk furniture
for soon as the momentum begins to climb;
we will walk around the lawn and pick up the avocados fall as they may.
don’t decide to decry until the fortunate vision has closed her eyes
and populate the wisdom with wishes and gravity implicated with lush brevity.
and love.  more than a pinch or a dash – but enough to know.