ditto to below, bottom right corner

who's to say it's wrong
&
who's to say it's right?

same paper as below, written diagonal across the top right corner

concealing the profane numinous

different jackets for appropriate weather?
different jackets felicitously expressing euphemisms.
these circumstances are only anointed opportunities to canopy nakedness
one exposes my vulnerable
one warms my weary
one parades my pride
one brings my comfort
one shines my felicity
one conserves my frugal
one preserves my youth
one asks my playful
one reminds me of you
to accessorize these jackets poses just as difficult selections
as choosing which jacket to exhibit over my naked.

for lack of a note pad; written on the front page of "in" paper magazine; around & over an image of an eye, a rooster, and a coat.

like unorganized children the snow follows through the erratic air currents
meets with the earth
having joined forces with gravity
in a pattern so elusive no mathematician could figure
god's self actualization
and the freedom of grace he releases

written on the same page, separate after thought.

how long will you wait to get revenge?
(through perfection of self)
you just want to state:
he's a fit sucking asshole
who's following his dick after big breasts. (or insert appealing physical appendage here).





written late summer, august maybe.

an unfinished scribble

all the friends past & done
loved yourself
all past & gone
what's left
an unrecognizable form
of never will be & never would've done
how you miss the lights
the lines
and the light rail cars

madly writing this all down
to pour your heart out through the controlled ink flow
of a ball point pen
to act as your own medicine.
not the pink pills today,
substitute the orange scratch
and sticky black.

Could you forget?
the pain
(of missing)
what you were
& had
& been

saturated in the intelligence of another
makes it feel worth & bother

digitize to make it
all feel & appear real

just hold on to that smile a little while more
so they won't suspect
you're a phony & a bore.





written sometime late summer. august maybe. was watching the dvd of Matt good's best of album: "in a coma" as this entered my head. I often get good "rushes" while listening or viewing his work.

Questions for future thought and study.

is education crippling students? are professors creating a cirriculum of structure that hinders student's ability to succeed on their own? Interesting questions to pursue.

Dancing

How I wish I could read your Journal to remember the places which we've been
to see the things we've seen
and to remember the ways we've sinned
What joy praises my heart sings
when it's placed next to yours
and what hell raises (though quiet) dancing through these rings
Rings of Gold and rings of politics
binding hearts
while sentencing convicts
Of their own sister and child
now once was held dear
Banishing Experiences powerfully mild
Rendering them a transgression
of a traitor through trechery
Misconceived conception
Looking upon with pity

Consumed with the totality of a man

I willed my hair to wave
But truly my hair waved me
I ride beauty in the arms of intricacy
Of a man so intense one can only hope to survive
With grace
Significant experiences are
Abundant in his company
The intelligences
of a cell can
sense his
being
becoming
innumerous wills
conflicting in one single beauty
Conflict which may or may not actually exist
for the apparent and the real are two widely differing things
when it comes to seeing through

the instrument or the person
present physically

in progress #1

what are you; sui generis?

you seem to reflect so beautifully
all of the things that i wish i could be
helping me to recognize
the reality of life

you percieve all too well
things that to me were only faded memory


senses increase
tuning in to messages sent out on low frequency

perhaps you see
because lenses through you stably
perceive both the magnitude and smallness which consists
of the intricacy which exists


hide
you find a way inside
run
you are the place i find

sui generis

awareness of revision surrounding interior unity

Gasp

eyes blown wide open
closed just as quickly
as senses of reality
set in.

a scribble from sometime in 2002 (I don't always date my stuff)

is your music so loud you cannot hear the fire engines?
that are racing through the grid of downtown
you look and catch a quick flash of red & yellow
but the lights aren't close enough to blind you
it is you who is pulling the alarm this time

can you see who it is?
you know very well it is that hand which has been trying all of your life to lead your decisions
is it enough to pull away?
will you be able to think by blaring your stereo?
or does it just drown out her incessant criticisms & judgements

the sirens are gone here
but they still sound in your head
like the apparition of something that could go wrong.

so you sit with their sirens in your head
music blaring
with a contentment that says to everyone
"I've got it figured, you don't need to work this one out"

All in good time you will.

it's like a painting that isn't quote finished yet - a work in progress
there is something it still yet needs to be finished
there in that bottom left corner
it isn't quite right
something, yes, something else.
what?
not something to block out what is already there
something to compliment it.

a stroke here, a smudge there,
no that's not quite it.
everyone will freely offer up suggestions but remember, their advice is free.
yeah you'll offend some people by not taking the up on their offer.

Remember this: only you can come up with a satisfactory solution.
don't let their sirens get so loud in your head they render you unable to think for yourself.
Don't disregard all suggestions based on teh fact you want to think things through in you rown mind.

Let your music stop once in a while to observe and absorb the sirens around you.
Where are they coming from?
What will you do with them?
Sure there are plenty of sirens that are not worth listening to,
but it is considering all the sirens that you discover what will be useful
& what you can adjust to fit that corner.

Don't get too absorbed into the rhythm of their sirens
sometimes they just get too loud.
When they get too loud that means it's time to leave.

Let your music continue to create itself.