2 trips

Two Trips
2-1-20

Heartache after headache healing in time
In bed awake for sinners led ultimate mobile experiences
And a crazy study space on my sofa and again there is another sore means
For Mac and cheese in a letter to himself
Thy fee to the doing where I don't know
O, do we want to prowl for the carnal at eight
Fold at ten
Good deal!
Sand in my shoes where I evoke thee
Again there is another sure means
Born on my own panhandling course
In a tasty one but not to force for fuel substantial
Two trips ought to do it for starters....





Put 'Em Away
2-1-20

Victory again
God knows for ceramics
Able life on locks capse
Calling it a laundry life
Two trips for a stone in my sock
And a clean set of sheets
I put away the coffee early today
To get by on cold water
On the first day of February
To expect a miracle in the circle of darkness
Let us voyage in sky dances
We still take our chances
Given the time to live like I'm dying
And keep on trying
Quite evident halted
For pistachios salted....

wake me

God Wake Me
2-1-20

Albion, what am I going to do?
As Tolstoy takes up the plectrum in opossum books
Need more coffee for the waking up from what little sleep I had
Wishing I could read up on the poison that is the remedy
Where I find that I am alone having come to this determination
On Mississippi highlanders and lonely places for the faces
As a chill rightly upon my body for inspiring for my poems for diamond peculiar calls
That want to prowl and through rooms that want to be free
O, beautiful river
Flow lovesick.....

Rhad

Rhad For Short
2-1-20

Back to sunrose acclivities
The ocean is like a new managed poet and you and I
Me Jesus' compositions one day going barefoot in the dark
All for a walk in the park
Not too soon to answer to the facts of life
As we can savor it as Er rises up alive and well
As in a desert oasis the high tide quenching the dry spell
On other planes of reality no longer show as one with desire
To conquer Tolstoy's beard
Where rivers run like tendons indirect
O, take up the pen as to love my doctor....





Singing In The Next Highest Octave
2-1-20

Load us to burn one lower
And nature to sing on the next highest octave
To bring up the mood
Without starting ones voice in the places where dreams remain
By the rocking on of my two poisons
Expedient for this death watch in line for dusted pork
And I live like I were dying calling it Apollo apostleship
Still marching on May day
I'm quitting to say I and the devil says
She of you as light pours through nooks and crannies
Where Veto laughs at lovers with leaven
Pack your bag!






F.U.B.A.R.
2-1-20

No matter how messed up life can get
Jesus is still on his throne
Call it F.U.B.A.R. and be right on target on the same page
As one whom suffers it as to accost our Arcesanti at codes junction
Arizona
I try to give her a call
Just to see if the phone works
All for Dellos diminutive and difinitive
Like Jesus playing a game of golf
And caffeine measured out in killowatt hours
By the river stay inebriated
As so I reform again for new ways
To propel the pen....

tool

"Break Out The Tool, Man!"
2-1-20

In seekers of class and tranquility
I've been through much
Right on target another industrial to inspire
I take the poison for the taste of venison
Just to feel alright grass numbered water written in cranes
Up in the tool age for a right to be dying
So I tried to live it up and light brother chrome
And pour another cup for the ring of two
And the twist of my screwdriver
And tool men trampled like oil on a rag
I keep the engine clean.....

nameless

Er, Nameless
1-31-20

Time's up in Big Sur
How stands the city?
Painting our windows black
God has a reason for me being awake and upright
What a good time fares
Do something even if it is as simple as bathing
Putting some foot to your prayer
Love everybody to turn away the warren
In hopes of ones gaining of benediction
Drive on through
And don't try to get around it
As we celebrate Cerberus
As hearts wrapped at the ceremony
Give the bed one more chance
And pray for peace as Er is dying
Yet nameless....





Esarhaddon
1-31-20

As Greeks reject the grim view
I would if I were you
Where life after death begins on the battlefield
In delightful fields of Elysium and everyone has their beautiful side
Not to boast
No, it's not for pride
In the agape way of the core
All can come to know in leisure white interior
Eyeing up my Esarhaddon
Where Ivan lives and God sees the truth
And waits not feeling it today
To think in ways back
To nod and pray for sleep
And Elylium dreams of going there.....

roving

Roving Naxos
1-31-20

Calling all cormorants
God has reasons why I'm awake
Giving myself away in Big Sur
Loving my Dohelia for food on the table
Offered to idols
God has reasons
Raising the ceiling
Getting that restless feeling
I keep on trying
Asking for answers on the palate
Given diamonds
I got up again
And write dancing on the plain
Praying for my fantastic calm
As I twine in silence
Not necessarily chronological
I am awake right beside God
Whom has things for me to say
So I give it another go
In Arion almost aerial
Yet to rove the island of Naxos
Still wet from drowning
Hence, the layout.....

warrior

Prayer Warrior
1-31-20

Where the sugar train stops
And to the care always yield its crops
I crack another code such as this as to our amount of experiences
Such as a pen of lunar associations
Call me the duke of the valley below looking to the firmament above
Across the universe
I will follow you for five syllable pains
Yea, like our girth dreams one more lance by the whistle to drive away fear
In sonnets autobiographical to remember thee such on the hill
I keep on trying.....





Faithful River
1-31-20

Dreams are my life as I want my shuteye
Back cut loose from curbing connotations for the just in my hand
Drumming to the make of the victor doing our David's devotions dear and dedicated
I higher places where she tells me how to enhance the energy
In larger senses as to break over you
And learn to live with your love
Given the freedom of flatulence where there's no one around
For fish and fowl as to say it and howl
I break over you wearing their vestures
Feeling helpless yet hopeful....

tannin

Tannin From Skins
1-30-20

Tannin from skins
Planning out my next five wins
To continue to become involved
And to make one more for acidity
Taxing my memory in vain displeasure
By the queen of my body and mind
God bless it to such feeling helpful
To parts of me in need
O, blood run cold chewing the cud
To a son untold in Kevin Zarly's wine guide
Living still in the twentieth century in heart and mind
Denoting grapefruits immediately inside our seven walls
Going to heaven for shopping malls
On the fastest track on my mind....





Sure Means
1-30-20

Consonant and successive successful and impressive
For entertainment lore and more and more poem books my classic artists
By the introversion to understanding it in my own way
Not a mad thing to acquire as wine ages with a good sign
For the book to sell all in prime exponents and new ways two weeks from now
Why not start today for the echoes of my own footsteps dense and intertwined
Nothing drooping spirits taste then to see if they be of God today
Rather uneasy in Shakespeare's sonnets breezy
Glad to feel it that way for fixed structures and me....





Maderized
1-30-20

Living in the south part of Palestine
A sweet taste in my mouth of vintage wine in optimum conditions
I play my Cat Stevens records today
Di Origine Controlee in the United states modernized smell before you sir
But those days are through to swirl at our boquet
Just pray for a good day
Adding color with much to say
On the table opposite of what we can and all that we may
For the tablecloth no more wroth
For our five thousands of after states....

Lee

Loving Lee In London
1-30-20

O, will I lead
Or do I need follow
O, how I bleed all that I can swallow
Back at the museum of modern art
With Greenberger and Lee in London
Combining sponteneity with speed
Giving sleep one more chance
In my own steel trap
Where I learn a lot about Jack
Where doors breathe and flow for creation and its methods unrevised
One night of no sleep is not going to kill me
But I can always say one more half hour payed for
Good success today in junkfood shopping....




Dealchoholized
1-30-20

O, wheat glory would be ours
Besides the facts of weariness and powers on a lonesome day
In poems for Marcia
O, will it ever be safe?
Waiting for its return and I still wait for you
For the rapture of components
Well, was I serious and O, am I ready to die?
As to have stuck fast and today try to drink my root beer first
As one to claim and keep the thirst
For its sentimental value
Wouldn't it be so nice if we could live in harmony
Arab and Jew
North and south
Existing as a mystery
As to have relisted our world history....





Chaptilize (Our New Technique)
1-30-20

Onto persisting rootstock
Twice we smite the rock
Given place to run and space to have our fun
Pardon not the pun
As it is Word memory that makes me slander
For awesome mystery all in peculiar tastes
Still lacking the line by the buzz doth but wane
And I still pay the sin tax to walk the line in books of sketches named
Our three gifts
Gold, myrrh and frankincense
And another day of sour duck authentic taste of genre
In faculties of associating twenty dollars in Canada back in America
Just in time for slumber and chapitalization....

one more try

Steel Trap (One More Try)
1-30-20

In these worlds we sell our souls for complete control
For the wall in its seven holes on photos in other books of sketches
Ring unto Mary Shelley
We dare to become inspired as words already written
According to one's desire to bring another kitten
In its eleventh printing and a healing of the Christ
In a hot drink dying in '69 at Parchsneel Park
We like to keep it dark all in our backsliding
Last of the bread  Sr Feeling our Philistia
To give it another try
And later today to celebrate....





My Kalevala
1-30-20

Looking for sonnets by you don't know who
All to find that it's all you
As well as in Chaucer where your face doth but talk
Staying tuned to the walk for voices in the hall
In Zracy more than commonplace and another sleepless night
Yet with gratitude of new spirit and attitude for longitude and latitude
Going for the Jesus in today's junkfood binge
Like a door with no mood on the hinge where words ought not be
Hid from our music of Sibetius running the load
Among the wackers of the world of firkin folk poems epic.....

Cush

Cush To Envy (Google It)
1-16-20

Caught green thumbed for the faith in me
For continuity and more flow in Sister Agape
Look where they left you
Feeling the friction caught with fruition
Dear babes of yours just for the next seven chores
Finding Mister Baker whom also shall you cannot outgive God
As we can know him to just show hin and like cacti grew him
O, what does it mean to lust to envy
Google it now and be no more jealous
Of our street sharer
Talking to myself in the early dawn
More than you want....





Sobeit, Love
1-16-20

Come creation for its cremation
In dreams like sweet creams
Working my way back to a better life
The lead singer of Metallica mentions this
Four out of five
Soon time to post it
And hope to look alive
Seemingly one more step
Almost too far back at Harvard for myths to classes
As to Windex my glasses
So I can see it much clearer
My love draweth nearer
Yet to move on for all dear children
And resume and make more room
Sobeit, my love....

Chuang Tze

Chuang Tze Choice
1-16-20

Monotonous yet momentous
In manifestations on hills to be heralded by love's skill
Since ancient times gave back to acorn guides of such beasts
Our duty and I receive that I can quit the smokes
There I said it but I need action even in the gnostics of astounding journeys
To the sound of Neil toward transformation for motherwell
I believe I can give up cigarettes
There I said it
But I need to put my foot to the prayer
And my heel to the steel
Once upon a time
And twice more the money.....





Havoth Jair (As Heralded)
1-16-20

For myths and classes and skittish lasses
I am what I am to be for me for Broutes of thunder
And Sterorer for the battle raged on the open page like a big girl waiting patiently
Not so big in stature but huge in heart
O, what if?
All in natural beauty
And the benefit of confrontation and contingency
Given the plan instructed to break my fast on Cushan-Rishathan
For the hungry land Penneth it for poaching purity
And in changes made naturally maturity molasses.....

Oidipous

Oidipous
1-16-20

Finch on my calendar on my north wall
Not a cause of time to strip over pen by a holpen hand of heralds
Making use of Mother's gifts
I don't want to tell her any more lies
And to be honest would be wise
O, take a look around and observe what you've been blessed with
And toss in a couple of more wishes
In my bowl of keys in ones soul of rivers and seas
Keep loving and don't mess up a good thing
O, white buffalo on my south wall
Fitting just as well
Waking in the morning
Heart tornado be it will be
Christ willing.....





Diebenkorn
1-16-20

Too much to do
I would if I were you
As to pay tribute soon
But all we have is the new Carde Rion in images essential
Time to check the main thing as it thwarts you
All for twenty dollars and instructions on recovery
Good for me a challenge is an opportunity to grow
Not only in spiritual ways as carousing as well the fleshly
Difficult and deliberate yet descent for new perceptions
God I pray that I will follow
Even when it is hard to swallow
For notes of our picturesque selection
On rocky roads a'rolling......

never too much

Never Too Much Coffee
1-16-20

Seeing in sixteen and seventeen sibilating
As to hold the spear and spray it for saliva scattered
Headed for taste at hand
In Ben Kunkyen
Let me add to it and corrode such a parallel of audacity
For thorough sorrow as pride is driven out under wholesome good times in the making
Obey every impulse today even in age and greed and in forgiveness
To function as the universal unconscious according to evolution
We were once as trees and stores of our Peloponntlean purity.....





Still Need To Dream Big
1-16-20

Where keys are left hanging yet connected contributing
All of ourselves only to but share it
Sharing and caring as sparing and daring
Where the Buddha uses new techniques
Where I have so much to offer
As so now that I live life more abundantly
I still need to dream big
Small huge and puny epic
Yet lame for an exponent to tame
Loving that outtro
As the land says difficult people
Will be our instructions in Christ
O, keep loving the people
I can almost say to be ready
Walking in the valley of hearts as to affect our portion.....

Pausania

Pausania (On The Tiber)
1-16-20

Taking down gray names and kicking all glutes
For the back of my favorite book that doesn't need to be a power
I'm ready for just about anything new as to intercharge our interloaded intermediate
For internment of burial of business mutually reconstructive
And so many love me these days at my favorite intersection of boulevards
Stunned with charms yet to break out as to obey all impulses of the Holy Spirit
As I enthrone the intoxication
O, where is Donald?




Sister Agape
1-16-20

Hindsight twenty-twenty
Here an now Thirty-thirty
This could get dirty
In a cleaner analysis of this dissection
Of tulips and temerity in startideva for mindfulness
As the gate of this beautiful world
Good dogs and for a nose of healing
And no more of such discharge among practitioners
She calls me a norm but it's a good thing
As to do my thang come Aryadeva alright to overanalyze
To this I agree just to be free
Time to head on down there and say something to Sister Agape
And to tell her.....





At Pandora
1-16-20

All is gained in Sister Country Home mac and cheese
I'm back on my knees
For the bad stuff
God created it all
And it's more than just fine
By foe due to another friend
I think to smile as emotions no longer threaten
All in Aryadeva in someone else's potatoes
In patches of purity where I find it out for the better
Where I am true to myself to but partake as to suppress it
And relax the grip and have another good trip
For Greek names I am able too for antidotes in ripples of squirrels
Good company you had fifteen minutes hence
At Pandora.....

hesiod

Hesiod Mycenian (Along The Tiber)
1-16-20

For the closing down of perspective in the canyons
With noon on the rise as by our lavish state
Friends among real stars where I have my own take on life and rebirth
And I don't blame them on my nemesis
Be my teacher and friend
O, arch enemy be my guide tonight for such a dredge
Neato, the powder and big toe greater with us lovelight
Soon bring enough to go without it
As the flame yes, so it is  among the lighthouse
This morning I taste of heaven drinkable nonefit on the eleventh level
I changed my mind
I'm going heeding Hesiod
Mycenean....




Greek Gumption
1-16-20

So much more to live for than reclining and polling
For Lincoln, Hamilton and Jackson
Yes, I said it as to confront it
And I'm glad to nip it as hours bend my mind
For morale in the dredge of the deputy of Samsara
Yea, I'm still a mare in such a field
To bring about beneficial beginnings
On eleven groups of Baal likened to bull statues in basements of benevolence
Yet to work timeless to be on your side
O, so much more is there to see in her as to have gone afar
And give it all away to gusts of Jacob and sons
As God's gumption never fails....






More Alliterations (To Alleviate)
1-16-20

Purifying the antidote of animosity auspicious
Claiming the mind of calamity and calmness carefree
In one more alliteration after another
As one to condone it and embrace elongated elasticity elsewhere
Braying for it in sole intentions
As to Reinhost the Ivory and its Ebony
Down by the river along the Meditteranian among Latin poets
Whom linger as to explore the myths of his metamophosis as our epic encapsulated
As peanuts grow with intentions like ancestral of alien species of countrymen and peasants
If this is heavier what good will yawning and acorn do.....






Social Call
1-16-20

Today and tomorrow to sibilate all that I celebrate
Choosing words that build as to relax my grip and have another wonderful trip
For clear analysis and night scrutiny in Sndutideva
As to refer to it and to be true to myself today still in such experience of yearning
All that I am learning like a woman she wants me to love her for her mind
O, God be kind in the closing down of this perspective
By a smooth talk and a slick stride all about stentorian statements of sensuality
For Buddhas as well for Christians
My friends are yet to be met.....

nexus

Nexus
1-16-20

Knowing not how it all relates
As trees are tall in white boats for men on the dais
Where God speed is to be happy as to run to live life more abundantly
And it's not all about me at all
For tonglen tongues amd Moksha mouths if no cure is found
What use is there of sorrow by its car dealer
And more fifth chances as would self Greece coming up for air
On just a whiff one time worn conceptual in me and my nirvana
To wake for Samsara
Today is your day  to drink and enjoy our raiment cone bark in the dark....

Freudian

Freudian Friendship
1-16-20

On another red letter day
For due cinema to Spain
In the root of our own work
As to rejoice by elbow in Demeter as to represent
The industrial staleness it prompts
Of meeting my friend nemesis working
Brother as the hour elapses
Until I am there as to consult the nanometer Occipital
When God wants me to be happy
And to live like I am dying
Given my plethora of second chances
And sort faces in Carl Jung and his oceans
Freud and friendship as photo celebration in the field of time
On my hands across the Aegean.....





Oxford And Helman (Ought To Collaborate)
1-16-20

On another sibbilating day according to the number
And saladbar sensation including onion and cucumber
for proficient green with you
And you didn't need to apollogise
In that I will always love you in Mycenean times
Of madness and malarkey in fields of green that make up for it
By inner old school and intestinal loving of laws to send
Where Holmes sends me back there in my little boy I ought to set free
All lizards from the meantime what I spy for sayings as to be hunted
For the dogmatic of the end of Rolahertis in me for all to see.....

Crete

North Of Crete
1-16-20

By the brush of all deepest rulers
From its nitro humanity never dies
And again she lies among chasing beasts are invited
To finishing my feast
O, life Amen of me
In fundamental hopes ascending swiftly
In mandala symbolism
In its integrated state
Destiny ever greater still and on our cleaving
I take my fill on moonrise and thoughtful light out of sight
With all of my might for the self in its contradiction ascending swiftly
Where I punch a hole in the night
singing about Santorta like a sloppy signature
North of here....





Can I Help You, Yes I Can
1-16-20

Can I help you
Yes, I can
Facing my Giant's remain taking her like a man
Among the minnows from a memory island of Crete
In labyrinthe Massechusets and more spectacular audio and visual pines
In grand courtyards in stories we tell praising God for a Hamilton
In whom I see just what you mean
Friend Mycerean times as Greece falls to encircle instead with interceding contrast
With the world outside as to establish our Rolidex
And yield to another fix on it
In Homeric hymns in handy as handled
O, how long?




Thick Theogany
1-16-20

On dizzy heights
Come on and run with me over the edge
Trying tyrant dissimulation as encouraged
Time to come clean
A red letter may as it ought to be
In words Christ speaks
In stones of gods to better our odds
On the western coast of Asia Minor across the Aegean
Sobeit well being today with a Hamilton
Thinking thick theology in base and astonishing works
Of spiritual material art as to presume this book for due religion
In dragons flying to amend our mandala
In virgins that live nearby
Never a waste of words forever the haste
Of blackbirds as heroes flourish....

immeasurable

Immeasurably
1-15-20

Lame Jair and Ardon
The night is far spent for the flight across the sunset
As thy work is all out and love is what it's all about
Yea, today divine appointments are made for Koolaide and iced tea
And sugar tart fade by the scene of the evening star in O'Keefe
For a snail sharing the earth's crust as to extend ones journal for love and affection
In all you have to say
This is the very reason why we are under the pressure
Of seven thousand pardons
Seeing the series for symbol gollosaries
Hey me, I have you
And I know that this is the case.....





Hey Me
1-15-20

Hey me, I have you
and a million weeds for psychology for modern man
And more sustenance on its way numerous and compelling
All for concentric circles and mandalas by states of being
I need all the support I can get in dynamic visual wonder at what is strange
Yea, it works for me today
On my animal farm where all sentient beings are equal
O, consult the nanometer soon to post it
But not to boast it....

Ravran

At Aruman
1-15-20

Indeed you will and I suppose you still do
By luck and by skill with fat to chew among minoans also lifetime
For greens on the mainland hovering over you tomorrow in labyrinth passageways
As feathers fall around you nearby the island of Crete
Take your easy seat on shores of our Aegean
Consulting the nanometer of theft in stationing volcanic and perfect sound
Through my new boom box where many fall wounded to mingle with circumstance
Business as usual given four hours to wait how to carelessly love to dwell at Aruman.....




With Tola And Elen
1-15-20

Glad to see you again old friend young again
Under our terebinth thereunto I still believe in you
Recorded my plate by the power of the Trojan War story from many sources
One hour until business
Glad to see you
Thanks for caring from Machlah to Alab
Not just another Arab through Marasson into Orhrah as the gambler tips his hat
In Tola and in Elen
Keep me in prayer today
North of Crete and two more archives
Before I head on out and in will cower down
Named on clay tablets for the intimacy of scholars
It serves its purpose.....

Meonenim

Meonenim
1-15-20

Almost beyond all imagining
Yea, so tarry awhile to count our sheep
And to number om mine in Rafi changing poetry
More where that came from
Sonny hungry for the banjo of victory daydreaming in Zerus
The ruler of the city
I believe my ship has come in
O, refreshing fountain
Gaol goes out
O, take shelter down our suspicions
Highway as trees choose a king
As to go two Shebus staying hungry
Dining at our terebinth
To look in his face minding Meonenim
Meandering meanwhile.....





Shechemite
1-15-20

As fire comes out of the bramble
Still we gamble and here he is
Where the necklace is my cross to bear today
To keep me safe in geniologies of Odyssus and Beaver's come what may
In mayhem, madness and sensuality
Skillful yet monotonous tucked away on a shelf
Where some still linger as I bask in the silence of stillness
At two dreary of day for sublime beasts in the stories and still to attempt
The rule of thumb and cast away my breadcrumb for Sumerians in our Bashan
Peninsula in fundamental hopes....






On Baked Clay
1-15-20

As many fall wounded
I have a friend in Jesus
Up to mount Zalmon on baked clay tablet it is written
Among modern audiences in stories that soothe the soul
As perishing becomes greater still
And yea, I will
O, we're in for crabs
Speaking out of what it's all about
All for inter constraints and intensity
I never get tired of this
Where hunger is your mouth still breaking every rule
In the book as the works and its look
Sinking from love weight of the load by the lessons of Atlantis
Where we come around to finding it....