Flower of The Flame

 She walked out onto the Frozen Lake.

Like some 

Kin Folk on a wild ride....

He stared for hours at the Outcropping of rock from  his view in  space just  where the old Trading post had been on the Little Colorado... it was up there high on the forbidden to the white mans territory...

A fellow would  just  likely have  to ask for it around there.. 

Talk to the Elders... maybe 

In this a Nation within a Nation.......

His purse of many colors was full of many little snakes just waiting to get out....

She stood behind him and chanted......

We haven't waited much to long have we?

She was being playful down on all fours....

Behind him....

She was known as..........

Flower of the Flame

The next anticipated volley of Excuses

 'Telling myself from a sit down position'

This a recent life full of Synchronicity .............

Peering into your overwhelmed eyes..... I wonder why.......

The maybe not such  good deal.... After all.......

Busy with occupying ourselves with WHAT?

Maybe everybody already has it  'Disease Nuevo'

Aware of the psychological ramifications........

What do you 'THINK' the SPELL is?

Meeting with the interesting Entity's ...... along the WAY.

The next anticipated volley of Excuses......

SEE YET?

 More no pass Cones please.

What it is I do.

No Pay.

Riddle Talk .

Joker.

Friend best ever.

What we do.

Our not knowing 

In the knowing.

The what is.

Pointing the way home.

Gale force 'Wind'

Lock out service

'nic of time' 

Who's  right?

Who's wrong?

Not so much.

Finding out tomorrow.

Waiting for you to become responsive.

Fly alone at night

 Those little birds must fly alone at night.

Walking out to the end of the dock in the pitch black...I shone a light and there was a little piper all alone amongst the bird droppings.

I thought to myself 'why he must fly alone at night' 

I shone my light where he had been and he was gone.

Why I guess so I said.

They must.

I walked back up towards the house and low and behold there was the cat shitting in the sand a giant litter box as it were.

Second Chances

 It doesn't take much wind to blow a candle out.

Congratulations on sterner stuff.

If I were a caricaturist  I would draw your steely red bloodshot mean sanpaku eyes with love behind them.

Thank you in advance for making it all possible.

Bla Bla bla

Redirecting illness

 The acting Doctor asked do you have any pain anywhere?

Then instructed you to hold your own head and massage your temples if you can't get someone else to do it for you.

Accidently knocking someone over off a skate board...who had prothesis for legs ...

Watching  a long know friend ball their eyes out when you were pronounced dead at the scene.

Then watched them that gave you CPR and revived you....

To live on....

And bear children 

The relaxing sound of lapping waves

On the Cusp

 "The Winter of our discontent"

One liners and quips.

Playing house: an age old interest of little girls not just horses.

But nowadays you'll hold no interest in playing house.

But hopefully your smart enough to recognize one another all these century's later.

'A delay in feeding the cat cost a bird it's life'

Double connections

 Seeing yourself in pixels on glass screens.

FLYING and watching an old  friend fall to his death and nothing you can do but look at the still heap of flesh at the bottom of the hill 

Of course you can't understand me because I don't rule over you nor do I want or have any desire to.

Weak Will...

A part in a play... recognizing yourself in a far away place..

In a house with deep pilings into a mountain but thin walls ..and being pestered by a little boy when your trying to focus on yourself... 

Bigger things to think about but not really....

My mind drifts to Shit house rats in government.

Apologize

Apologizing to so and so for...

Watch and grow.

Cop outs.

It's ok for you to cop out but not me SEE?

In your opinion of that is

I see said I.

With your open mind.

If I am wrong I will say I am sorry and ask your forgiveness.

And.... In return you can say it's to late...

And revel in it...your disgusting filth.

As long as it suits you and your figments.

The greatest story book ever.

Argues  for truth.  The big Cop out. .

Belief systems.

LOL.

'Roads that lead to the same places but with different scenery along the way'

See you there I should imagine.


The concept of God..your Almighty conduit

Nothing funny all serious marching to the gallows.

Sisters I'm glad your shining once again ...your back in the visible sky!

Good NEWS...your approved!

We sit erect in chairs with spines like Cobras. .we spit ..

"What's it all about Sweet heart?"

Happy go lucky

There he was on that bus in Haiti...there was some word the natives used it had an identical sound to that word in English...but positively a different meaning...the driver was impressed so impressed that he gave him a soiled 100.00 note...and just to make it adamant...he slapped a second one into the palm of his hand  ..the bill was short ..the end had been clipped off...the drver gave a hearty heart felt laugh....not bad you for a white boy.. catching that homophone....Fuck if he can remember the word now...as it escaped him.

How much gold ya got?....your never sure...

Then he dreamnt.... about picking up GOD off the side of the road... unbeknownst of course...him and his cardboard sign... going anywhere?

He mind raced over to ... stipulations and conditions section....

The then we'll love you clauses.

Ahhh I should find that picture of you in that bright and Airey
Yellow dress...

Happy go lucky....all thumbs.

The Winged Cross

Unfolding like a flower.......

Perplexed.........

Party's on weekdays only.......

Under a bigger Sky......

$2.00 in un redeemed lottery tickets........


The vault opened........

Dreams of Wonder.......

Slick Willies for President.......

A bug bit him inside his navel set him to contemplating.......

The Premonition........

Eating a peaceful Cow........

Bloody Steak energized him.........

Spilling his guts out on paper took Balls........

The Risk Cathartic.........

High speed oncoming train... trundling towards the switch........

Mountain Tunnel........

The gift given her.......

Whatever suits her when......

It wasn't really so long ago.. you were younger.....

A  Cross with wings on a Silver Medallion.........

A ticket to fly over the Moon........

Harvey and Tina

Where do I begin with Harvey and Tina? ... so sporadic .. and fragmented....... my memories....

I know Harvey worked out at the No Name Pub for a number of year...  he made a good pie.

He was handy with the guitar and at times plucked a banjo.........

He rode in the Medical Evacuation helicopter up to Miami Jackson Memorial with a head injury once ... he fell off his Bicycle.... I am sure he was drunk.. he was always drunk.. except for few brief hours in the mornings....

Harvey was very much a gentleman....  of course that may not of always been true... judging from looking at Tina....

Tina often wore dresses and I noticed her getting into Sedans and going off for a while with other men...  other then Harvey...

Other then that they were always together inseparable .....

I know once they lived in an old motor home that did not run..   at Halcyon Trailer Park...  you know the place near Tropical bay  that got shut down for the  always overflowing Septic.... torn down and they built Condos over the Sacred Site Since.....

after getting booted out of that paradise they selected a spot across from the Winn Dixie in the Woods... half up under a fallen Australian Pine.... Root Ball.

They never seemed to mind.... it was just life...  Harvey spoke of his father occasionally ... He was somewhere in Texas that he lived and once or twice Harvey went out to visit POP..... and dry out.

Not sure about Tina.... she almost always had a black eye... I mean she really wasn't that bad of a looking woman....

She died... I think it was from  alcohol poisoning....  Harvey was never the same... all mopey    it wasn't much later then he was dead too... I've heard it works like that sometimes...  it must be the supreme Co Dependency ?  Whatever........

He always had such a pleasant demeanor... and was so articulate....  I know Barefoot Mike  my good pal used to take a  gleam  when ever he spoke of them.....  or caught a glimpse of them...

Lots of things happened in those woods over there...  there was an old couch that Angel used to sleep on ... in a patch of pines in the shade... one day  I forget her named jumped up on the couch like a Sprite and took a piss.... on it.......

Angel grew upset....  for that was where he slept....

Angel used to steal out of cars and trucks that parked in the plaza so I heard...  he was not around for to terribly long.....   a fleeting acquaintance ....... I guess you could say.....

I guess I can't remember anything else about Tina and Harvey...

I always kind of liked you guys.... though.......

OH! here it comes

The answer to the following  was all in the Tonal expression.... of the words...

"Why what do you think if you did love the world again?"

The answer as read by Cornelius Crane (Chevy Chase)  the answer written in the script   was...... 'What would you see?'

So believable .......

Then the now deceased onlooker said......  with special intonation of love and joy in her voice......

'Oh !  that would be awesome in a pleading sort of joy... ... as if to her only SON.

as the bystander ..........    then said  to anyone there  listening........ 'YES but prove it to me and I will finally be aware.'

A shift: the power drive line to what has already happened in the past.

Some things are simply put... Not OK.  Suffice to say... Pick any two genocides ... in time.

Not up for grabs:  The free will to choose not to associate and not to comply nor be involved with you .

I guess things that contain  certain finality's ...........

A paradigm shift'er ..............

OH here is comes...........

Is that a bad thing?

Did you give your Permission or were you violated?

The Dream of the old holiday resort

Pink, Pink, Pink,

Lots of Pink everywhere  and ....  the place was in a sense rather  thread bare and worn...........

His initial thought upon walking in was  I need a clipboard to write down and keep track of all these potential repairs that need to be made......... forever........

WHY...The Former GLORY........

It Must of been gorgeous ............

These were his distant relatives........ that owned the place.. and now they were going senile...

OH  it was ... Hysterical...... the old man and the woman......  Nutty and Fruit Cake....

and yet... there was strict order to the semblance of the madness.......

That is what made it funny... The old man was right..... in his stubborn ass ways.... very correct

They were his distant kin ... on the other side....

They were very Jewish people.......  they were blind to little.

It was a time warp dream as he wound up some decades earlier on the roster to work....  oh what a bitch it all was.......

Tending to the paying customers..........  Whims and Wants.........  fucking endless.....

and then the pay check every Friday that came out... in Ink that could easily smudge...

Where is So and So's Check? She wants it and needs to go home.......

The old man had written  'EXPER' more in his personal notes...  'Maybe this will EXPER more used in a sentence........ What the HELL did that mean?

The old Coot.

He was a very honest man... but not a penny more for anything.........  always looking for the less...

He likened it I guess to the idea of ..... Have you ever had a dream woke up and then fell back asleep and continued in the same dream?

And old guy was eccentric to say the very least and funny as shit......... I mean really hilarious...

The sprawling RESORT.......  Dinner was served usually at 7:00 PM.. but on this day being that his long lost relatives had just arrived.. and were getting settled  in he  said that it would be postponed until 7:30....

The the guest  opted to split the difference and shoot for 7:15   as if to compensate for any overages either way or .... any over kill from either.. a double Gesture.... so to speak. or to say, some form of thoughtfulness maybe....

As this mans guest  through learning from him he came to the realization how true it really was... everything was connected sometimes in the very strangest of ways.... but there it was.... the proof.. right there in front of him  in the Seeing ...

It all got Clear...... Plain as day.....

It was akin to like saying  'I wanted to'   but you didn't .. you had not, or you did... but for how much?

Oh the pain of unfairness and injustices.......

He had to question..........  were you looking all along for my reactions and how it all it ties together?

The old crumbling Pink Resort... it was tired... seen better days...

We all smiled and pulled up chairs to the table..  there were numerous family members there... knowing they were next in line to receive....

The crumbling in need of repairs  old Holiday Resort .....   I guess it was kind of funny.... that cute blonde girl even showed her face for an instant.... letting it be known.

Well she had worked for the old Dictator a number of years...  so all the others felt she was at least entitled to something...........

Pandemic DADDY

Puff  about the News...

You have been served your papers........

Take a view
Take a view

Love of your life.......

Closed in 24 Hours
He'd been  after that big Start all along ... from the get go....

Rain Check Please.......

Forever......

Not Now......

Wearing thin....

Oh Noble Laureate.

Like Versus Are

He had just come in......

He dusted his chaps off...... they were black leather...

IN From the Star systems above the high desert Plateau ....... he called  the place 'going far again'....

He had a slight swagger that came along with the  whole of where he had been... draw me a beer barkeep... he requested....

For he had come from a place where  he witnessed what  a tribunal gave when  dispensing the brand of Justice they used in that far away place........

He witnessed what was referred to as  'The Death Matters'

The Rule  in the all of the Universe was DEATH for Closing PASSAGE........ to the any of  us, even the least.


NO exceptions.. it just was  that way and not done... period.

He was shown by the Tribunal

What things seem like versus what they actually are.

Like Versus Are

Rancho Solace

So I am reminded... of the imagining of the satellite image looking down at a little plot of land named Rancho Solace... Is  it SO?  or perhaps more a state of mind then anything...thousands of miles away in the high desert surrounded bu  mountains with plateau tops... beckoning for me to land like a bird on top of them.

Funny that word, interesting that word... SOLACE..... 'OUR SOLACE'

Feeling Robbed lately?    The term NEW NORMAL....   I find revolting.

Take your SHIT and Fuck Off.

I have been Robbed!  The Bandits are in the HOUSE.... it's  a home invasion robbery... grab the gun..

Don't you remember  hiding under the bed from the Cossack's?

Load the Wagons........ it is time to head out in search of Rancho Solace.

The Play

'The World of Deadly Karma'

Being part of the problem.

Ever notice folks are pretty good  with coming up with labels like they know?

Enter Stage Left.........

Weighing our denominators

What have I been 'TOLD' to receive in Heaven?

And then freely give away to fools........

Tell Me?

Line us up in front of a firing squad before a pit and open fire with machine guns.......

With the  what is real versus the perceived.

What seems to be and the refusal of acceptance.

Weighing our denominators. Like fluids in gallon jugs

Labeled Clear and present danger.

Knocked out of the sky...


                                            Honey BEE

Red ants everywhere by design

The old man stood at the sink in the bathroom next to the cloth towel machine....
He was 90 years old.. he grinned into the mirror as I was looking on from behind  as he said I have Lung Cancer.

Then: Time flashed back to when he had done something really shitty as a young man in the name of some cause somewhere.

He had it all rigged from long ago... planned out... all of his enemies and some  of his so called friends... he had laid an elaborate booby trap.... for them... that is  why he was smiling.

Why it was absolutely  thought out...  they should all perish.... but not before being bitten and running from millions and millions of Red Ants... in pursuit...  of their fear.

He opened the bathroom stall.. and there he was the old fuck with a single self inflicted gun shot wound to the forehead.

Dead as a door nail... and  blood running down...

This triggered the release of the marching red ants... he looked out the buildings windows and there  they were riding the rivers.. and streams and creeks  to here and there and everywhere...

they touched and tormented everyone....

The old Fucker was smiling even in Death.

His Red Ants  were going  everywhere by design.

The Sandstone is melting

Ever notice it is kind of hard riding the bus  back 'OUT' sometimes?

Where the Fuck is it?

It was easy enough to get here...

Maybe you are new in town or in the village and you don't know where the bus stops etc... and everything is in a different language... and there you are pretty lost.... whatever you do don't take out the tourist map on the corner and look.... hide that camera... the natives are restless you know...

You don't want to become a victim out of their hunger.

Red Bay used to be like that...

HE was in his boat gently rocking the halyards were making a bell ringing sound as they slapped the hollow aluminum mast... why he can still hear them...

He thought about one of the greatest lines he had ever heard in his life..  of 60 plus years...

'Don't Worry about it'

He thought:

Still, Still Sleeping?

and what about the validity of danger associated with religion?

How quickly they can turn... zealot

To indignation and self righteousness

His only resolve........... was

The Sandstone is melting..........

HE recalled a friends saying.....

Who's God?  Which God?  What God?

Their God?

He reasoned for himself anyway.......

God and Religion were  two separate  entity's ....... why perhaps more even......

how ironic...... Wars are even fought over it..... in someones name.........

Laugh in was a good show.

The Sandstone is melting.......   He prayed.

Since our meeting as of last at Mount Alperies

Our growing up and the decisions made

To Choose and Pick

Lives and Destinys

What I think does not matter for you

How is your P.T.S.D.  Ol' Boy?

Carnage in Beautiful places

mixed with the smell of perfume

Recognition of Bullshit

Taking a bow

mind works

Since our meeting as of last at  Mount Alperies

The possibility of being wrong is exciting

Our total sense of wonderment must Cease else we likely go mad.

My mind was boggled about this idea of an ever-expanding and accelerating Universe.

How was it the speed of light could not pass the rate of the expanding Universe? But it could increase with it?

Boggletons.............

A bread crumb trail........... we follow with our little heads down.

How Sweet.

Limited comprehension.

Lost at a Mcdonalds somewhere... I kept phoning you for help and asked you to pick me up,  all you could do is think to bitch me out... in your own quandary about your sexuality... 

I was livid laying under the car in a pool of leaked oil and you got in and drove off over me...

I was screaming SAFETY issues at you... in your indifference.....  That was when I called you an,  A Sexual Cunt...

I told you I was sorry, but you don't want to accept it!

You prefer to wallow.

Getting labeled Correctly... is so important.

and don't you remember reading that book on jumping to conclusions and making assumptions?

and you with the dark hollow eyes telling me to 'Play the game'

Reaping the reward of anguish.

I am finding nobody much is really interested in listening anyway......

But then again the Universe is much bigger than all of us or is it?

The possibility of being wrong is exciting

A little something to work on.... Many Moments

Little Ms. Vivacious.........

The minds eye view finder...........

Tall and White...........

Faux.............

Wood carvings frozen in time...

A little something to work on.... Many Moments...

Ever Notice?

A reckoning force.

Laughter is all I am after.

A 'Word' for a modern day beat poet?

'Breaking Chain'

Personification of  'Old Man Songs'

Clasping identity .....

Making the rounds out West.....

Dossier....

Put it all together...

Drumming up... Pal....

Relishing the alone time....

Ever Notice?

Dirty SU

What if.........

There was a message.....

Genetically  wound inside of each of   'US'?

Solely   meant for the  other.

Know as the Conceivability of ..........

Would we be so anxious to dismiss  ?

Dirty Su for being a Whore.

Dirty SU

Transportation

Oh My God............

I was laughing so hard and Crying at the same time....  a real mixed bag.....

All I could do was try and sit down in a lounge chair in some  dingey sweaty hot lobby....  where the seats were black naugahyde and chrome.... and all worn.... 70's Motiff I suppose? perhaps  at a seedy border crossing?

I was attempting to reach out to you for I wanted to share... so I was fumbling with my phone.... and was going to text you among'st my hysterics ... but I woke up.... Sorry... I guess...?

I was going to text.... as follows......'This place is so sick I don't know if I am laughing or crying' actually both at the same time it would seem....

The police officers were laughing their asses off.... over in the corner... the one had his pants and shirt undone and his pistol belt down with his trousers.... and was  dry humping another office in a simulated sex act...  There was nothing really going on... and ... the whole crowd of them were laughing hysterically.... at the antic..... of....

I was watching from a distance.... and I too was overwhelmed... not with just the humor but with the sickness.... too....

Why I could not stop... I busted out in uncontrollable laughter mixed with crying....  I could not stand up... I  had to  find a place to sit.....

It was in some shit hole third world Country....

my head had been close earlier  to a whirling  chainsaw blade ....  and I thought how stupidly  it was I allowed myself to get in that predicament in the first place ... on my hands and knees.... the the chain saw was just running at full throttle... set on a shelf... chain a buzzing around and around  and sort just drifting off on  its own accord..... and my scalp  attached to my head was in a cubicle... inches away...  and I could not duck any further away from it.... as it drifted nearer.

sometimes waking up is a good thing........ maybe even always?