q. #1: (t/f) REMINDERS ARE VITAL

CAN YOU HEAR THE WHISPER?
the crowd echoes to the back of yr mind, body sunken to the floor, one more blow to the gut and your a goner, you bloody fuck of a mess you . . .
BUT . . .
are you ready for yr demise? the great defeat? did you at least fight the good fight? is this it? are you calling it quits? have you done it all yet? did you find the kindness that saves, a kindness that cures? are you doing what you wanted? have you completed yr balance sheet?
DON'T DO IT.
WAKE UP.
yr a disgrace kid, wake up. this is your final notice. don't tear away the disconnection notice as if it's from a bill collector, as if you owe too much rent and you can't afford and you run run in those heavy souled rubbernecking shoes, like yr stuck in yr job, or yr life.
YOUR NOT.
NO
WAIT-
HOLD ON
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE.
if yr not too far gone in this great eternal battle to find some sort of freedom, some sort of place in time were we can echo for moments beyond the blink of our gods eyes, then realize - it's time to free yourself. how can we cry and whine and sigh yet not fight the good fight? why do we live day after day with this redundancy? am i only speaking for myself? has everyone else done it? help me break free from my arbitrary life. you i d e s e r v e it this.
so i thought i never was in one of those trap entanglements, letting leeches suck the blood from me, but my heels were bitten once too many times and i slipped and slide into a downward spiral
forgetting
relapsing
most of all
fucking forgetting
i am living for me.
nobody else.
it's time to stop making excuses.
it's time to get the fuck up and fight the good fight.
NO MORE SECONDS
NO MORE STOP SIGNS
IGNORE THOSE YELLOW BLINKING LIGHTS
DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.
I'M NOT TRYING.
IT'S TIME TO JUST DO.

please be kind
don't rewind
or fast forward
press play
no more pausing
for i'm living in the moments



this will be finished later, maybe

to my old flame with shaky palms and dry skin you wore like my alligator scaled lips perched upon yr soul i want to breathe yr soul into mine i want to feel the wind entertwine i want to walk moonlit skies with yr dogs and as we chime and you sing me blackbird in my car just one more time repeat please be kind REWIND to our memories

its the same old same old i see your face its a disgrace yr aging kid so why the wait/

sometimes the words drift too quickly

valleys & wind please
yes, thats whats to come of me
soon enough i'm free

cauliflower land
hiccuped through the valley
sway on, green envy

you bring the bullshit
i bring random hissy fits
lets create some hits !

don't play hide and seek
she echoed to the rambler
your my muse . . . really !


little girl echoes words:
1 more story of the west
then we get some rest

breathe yr soul in me
its sour for one last lick
of yr lemon kiss

lemon breath you reek
of a bitter boy syndrome
you need sugar canes.

lemon aid takes two
parts sugar, one part lemon
care to join the mix?

i would have not went
if it wasnt for these writes
so thank you, goodnight

marriage is frugal:
we'll forget all the good parts
and become such bores

of westward daydreams,
i'm not sturdy like tree trunks
. . .my mind drifts likes leaves

green meadow hop along
perhaps rewind to sad songs
now that you are gone

my twilight reader
true, the stars move yr calm soul
i cant be yr vamp.

frigid cold wind breeze
sand in toes, you sing to me
the song of the sea

so i'll move out west
and perhaps be a poor bore
at least theres no chores !

oh, boo forever
i'm always star gazing now
lost in translation?

raining driving down pacific coast highway . . . you looked at me with those cold clear eyes and told me elle, yr the reason i'll never trust another again. & though i played it naturally cool, i couldn't help but remember what got me into this very mess . . . i remember you asked me originally to boot if all thats happened after was due to you & i've always denied it but you've got a way of corrupting you know.


as do i of course.
yr my best friend & these are the things we are going to have to suffer with now.

string theories break away

is it strange to admit, kindly in my defeat, it was a photograph i fell in love with ? my eyes entangled in yr rainbow infused bleach blonde static electric hair, wondering - is he the one ? eyelashes like grasshoppers legs, can i climb gently into the spaces in between, curious like a firefly - to enlighten your eyes? they die after tasting one night of life you know. just one night in between those lashes - please allow me to flicker with eight bit pixilations into yr wandering technicolor dreams? it is true, you helped me remember how to lucid dream.
& the fluidity of the dreams are hard to translate into vowels forming words . . they were vivid & harsh & i've lost many nights of sleep, crawling through our memories. perhaps mending season will soon arrive? will you bring me one more moonlight surprise? entrapped in my room now, listening to rain drop bringing birth to the dead winter, spring time is one sense away. & your tongue, though stale with mint infused tobacco, was the most wonderful swirl i've tasted in my mind. it's true you know, you helped me remember how to taste colours again.


(dont know where i was going with this one anyway)

the strongest of the strange - bukowski

you don't see them often
for wherever the crowd is, they are not
these odd ones - not many, but from them come the few good paintings, the few good symphonies, the few good books & other works
and from the best of the strange ones : perhaps, nothing.

they are there own paintings, there own books, there own music, there own work. sometimes i think i see them - say a certain old main sitting on a certain bench in a certain way. or a quick face going the other way in a passing automobile. or there's a certain motion of a hand of a bag boy or bag girl while packing supermarket groceries.

sometimes it is even somebody you've been living with for some time - you will notice a lightning quick glance never seen from them before. sometimes you will only note there existence suddenly in vivid recall some months, some years after they are gone.

i remembered such a one, he was about 20 years old, drunk at 10 AM staring at the cracked New Orleans mirror. face dreaming against the walls of the world, where did i go?

once upon a line, my haikus began to rhyme, oh what silly mind !

accidentally i save everything ?

snails : it's a slow day in the eyes of a snail
through sidewalk, wouldnt it be nice to fly, instead : stuck with slime !
(-1)

to the stump:
crawl out of yr roots / seep yr maple in my eyes / teach me green envy

to my buffalo:
where do yr souls roam / when wilder beast known as men / skinned yr hides for fun?

a tattoo: most of life flickers / unless in parenthesis / i chose permanent.


childhood. . . i say hey crayons go away:
damn the lies they told! / colour me in fairytales / ...gimme back my dreams


the skyline:
fuck you picasso / with yr blue phase you jaded / pink sunflower skies

skyline take 2:
a tramp on the run / blue reflects in her stale eyes / of whats yet to come

skyline take 3:
sea shore brings bottles / from long distance lost lovers / with paper thin notes

to a muse:
you told your disease / not faith in chaos she said / real eyez YR brilliant !

be kinda << rewind

moon shines
right side
through the doorways
of long legs
when the eclipse makes it way

you kissed my bluebird
and let it fly
so why am i quite surprised ?
to my star seed
the one who let me be
you learned to set me free
into my halcyon day dream


((THESE EVENTS ARE THE REMINDER I NEEDED TO BE THE KINDNESS YOU WANT TO SEE IN EVERYONE EVERYWHERE))

you said love never dies . . .
come back with yr star seed eyes?

attn:// please read me through parenthesis

i've seen the pixelation in the images created through eight bit square nations through black and white where in a standpoint a time was framed & reflected sideways these mirror images were created & , . . .

the walls said it best.


"i never finish a n y t h i"