jumble

comes a hurricane

And what

to make it through the day

thus comes

to enfold the flood

that inspiration's future holds

and cures bold

as Isabel beckons blood

And onward

she trifles taunting

slow speed while

all the while

a deep vengeant speed ignites

in the eye

the hurricane waits awhile

Toward mass

encouraged by the daunt

of everyday wait

it wrestles with

the sleeping core

and outward doth

decay the gate

Belly burns

of spit forth steam

from upon potatoes boil

if off a certain

wind does blow

it is not a nation's toil

throughout the night

the earth doth shake

and creates a renter's foil

but alas does mock

and soon consume

the common owner's soil

Soon the bridge

will quake and roll

from beneath the feet

of all who stood

such close a guard

upon the street

of all the common good

Waiting now for night to fall

the eager pilgrim dread

the slow procession coming forth

of all the unheard dead

Out cast a spell

to entreat the old

of all of those consumed

as one who knows

not of the weight

of the undertaker's gloom

And then set forth

to entreat the source

of the spirit yet and pure

bedecked in linens

white and solid

shaped as of a pearl

And onward come

the sweetest pink

to alert of impending night

that settles forth

a red dusk rare

that culminates delight

The bubbles of

the acid come

to create a steady blur

brought forth

by pale moon yellow hope

that only few have heard

The speaking of

such whispers soft

of secret and absurd

the secret thoughts

of those that creep

in ancient angles long

a melancholy mournful tune

of those that are old

and gone

call

cracking

weighted dross of time

aging filtered toward distill

of never

of not

of next to almost

dry leaf scent wafts

through fall knowledge

as the dogs follow trail

of knowing

of need

of next hope hinging

autumn damsel hope

fresh red dripping

night scent and sounds abound

out in open air

dreaming

saw the fat pale cactus kick out sharp thorns of horror

as if to hide the succulent sweet beneath

soft foil against magenta coil bud beckoning lips to taste

tender meat bloom

swoon against olive dimpled smooth of day beginning ripening death

the end of leaves stretch toward sun's end in blinding burst of beauty

quickly gold gives way to burnt orange desire that crackles a snap quick curtail

toward heavy everyday brown

ground down disintegrated dust of must having throttled living out

amongst the street stones scorched by the searing days undone

but one hope left, that to see the binding of memory;

shell of crisp wisp autumn apple air firmly planted

meraviglioso il mare

Could it be, fate

takes again, promised breath

swelling birth jabs at late tide

awash with black weed tangle

I could not tell of

the great lap angle swell

clutching the shells and stones

want of solid's surface

bleed salt break liquid

on velvet shore pouring

the luxury of smooth

sooth topping inclined

could

stunned plunge into wake

of possible near sending

ending lunge of every

hopeful hope

could it be such

that at near arrival

departure is

bientôt

Non

let it not be so

as though I did not hear you

did not know

as yesterday

awakening

pure strength of

place in the sun

Veritable

need

seeks

moment

assured

un-undone

valved voice

Whitman's wind

shaded trees that lift

soaring over fed

by deep filtered other

sought inception

culling presupposes

in unique twain

searching

upon meeting

by slight tipped

whisper words only

every

grazing in soft

flooded could

coming slowly

into oblivion

verdad

I have seen it all

and I really don't care

for water is water

no matter how you share

and I really don't want to have

a shiny bright new known

for the evident actual

is truly quite best of show

if you see me hanging

in the waft of everywhere

the act is the cause of

I really don't care

I eat the streaming of

the chance of savoir faire

and if you ask me, well

I really don't care

as mine sends the throat

toward the plume of dire stare

the throttle of quarks thrust

is something far from everywhere

Bjork spoke best of

the bright spark everywhere

unknown in the thoughts of

vapid cackle unaware

dreaming

weary

very bereft of

left of sentiment

hurried to solid

and poured into the air

I stare at screen

in the event of

happening

and so

to continue toward

I sunk beneath the surface wash, where layers quickly shift

carpet of green summoning summits rise as eager we further up the face of high blinding blue deep distance beyond what the eye can see, traveling on up over peak upon peak tweaks the deep blue distance glean - I hear the thought of green grappling vine toward sun sending growth unknowing form -> until, stills the mind

I search find of, in water's inviting cool

blue blues swirl on the surface of wet engaging changing places of light as it reaches across, I dive in under spent liquid and heavy embraces me envelopes me engulfing me

placating me with soft lift, skimming the surface eyes closed feeling close to nothing but liquid as it holds me, floating

violet spreads the curtain of sky above tree lines soft edge, and I throttle mind soaring into stretch of hungers humming softly coming from lavenders hush push of velvet licked light,

twilight dream, haven made warm and hopeful

reach toward dark indigo soaring reclining wrapped in mystery's flood,

tandem wants tied

to blind the wake of day

conviction

well

words fill

better the scratches and spills;

marks that make

thoughts to convey

touch space spawning loss

and love

growth

sowing inward hidden

until bursts the ground below

blow blue to green

stretching for hope of

sun

if it be the seed's fate

waits late to open

then so much more

the accumulating

of patience

saturation

heavy wet red sunk deep beneath the soil

so much so that red oozed into every thread of found

ground down, I'm astounded by extent of red's bled trace

race into funnel of distorted distilled sound

optimum stasis circling lurks as vultures smell the blood

should finding mine the cavity of endeavor

releases seeds of surely noted everywhere

oui despair at the thought of the loss

should it be you, who dark dares to reach beyond

the soft wail of gravity's heady pull

then further find the deep shard need

of alizarin

sand and camels

devolver

to the ebb slow circumference

of flowing thought that laps

upon smooth sooth of coming

flat wet horizons rising to the plume

of gush hush wanting moments

endure

reci

rushing past banks of gathered

forgotten growth from undercurrents

refuse

obtuse of quickening torrents

storm

cantad el senor

I say maravillas

y Que hiso El

pluie ennui and

hizo para siempre

gave the air olvidar

heavy laden

often haven

alter entrails

a ce soir

sip star

pocketed fiction

drains the avenues holding

silenced might of the contrary solitary

pushing toward the wake-up call

of living

semblance circulates

positioning listening

to the soft hungry horror

of everything

watching as phantom dust

abrupts the quiet endeavor

ever quick to lash

against disdain

makes no difference to me

moment only

rests the sight

culminates the night

in growth

of ever new

essential

otherwise sunk dark

cackling breathers

search for harbor

to dump their

self afflicted

shame

I came

I came more

toward the quickening

flash great open

pouring of every direction

unknown foaming

round the crest of tipped

water wave, heave

every heavenly issue

stars hang in dormant extended shine

but once in awhile, they shoot out

blazing evidenced movement in their wake

I am her, am I her, her am I

fragrant thoughts

over skin soft

sensation of touch

melts night sweats

and greets the day

with ache of

memory

and in that moment

I became her

a created entity

just like the images

I could not prevent

the flow of momentum

existing between two names

neither mine

somehow a thought

without root

shot up into the sky

heralding freedom

from everything

nothing mine

nothing clear

except the day

and the jewels it contained

a glimpse of brilliance

as the cut of a gem

so beautiful

and solid

even

Trou de mémoire

Hole of memory

Blackout fog of

Necessary

What to say

Will make hell go away

Clearly not, and thoughts are

Ever wary

Widening high

Deep in plume

Of evidenciary

to be clear

water falls up toward critical mass

of cracked open hope

that fulfills folly's cause

I do not bleed sweat petals of demure

I do not feign vague unaware

I do not pretend to think that I am

what I am not

I hold no schemes of intent

I have clasped the blush of youth

and already released, blessed

I watch now, observant as ever

no flickering hesitation mine...and yet

to dream

consider

Dustings of

Quickenings come

Wrapped ready

Like the tightly woven

Tissues of

Interior

I bleed throb

Ever ready and

Harkening

To the pace

Of great point

Purpose

Of man

His thoughts are not mine

His ways are not mine

Ever ready

Quick to shift

Focus never settled

But soft

Of the day

Tendance coincides

Bereft of competivity

And stoic

Endeavoring love

to the battle

ah there you are

hello

shall I offer you a

slice

"Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it."

Matthew 7:13-14

beyond

watching owls of night that trickle with faulty reason I see vast stretches of their torturous nooses left hanging in the garden of red's delicacies * there are many stretched afflicted by the bidding of the omer hollow closer every reaching toward beyond * vacant shattered ever hampered by the sudden drumming coming leaving horror in the wake of velvet storm * slights the petal ever gentle clasped upon the breath of shadow's open form * clocks a spinning watchers listening trouble mounting on the edge * waiting quiet who's to barter for the plunge of soul's last dredge

pas de touche

Of feeble black ash

smoke of nothing but

the fire of hell's unbridled

fury against the fallen

There is no water

for the weary there

only a slice of pain

open salt wound

Fresh lush recesses

of lovely promised

grace faith flourishes

amongst the heathen's race

You will not

affect for

protection is

in the land

near

at hand

reciprocity

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

meows simple cynicism

cyn·i·cism (s n -s z m). n. 1. An attitude of scornful or jaded negativity, especially a general distrust of the integrity or professed motives of others:

others lack love, sad

others lack time, self-inflicted

others lack wit, dimmed

triangle creates shape that 2 lines cannot

singular line stretches infinitely

curve causes tears at such beauty

she was beyond

circle broken by recognition of

tragedy

heavenly

ah, how to proceed

break of day dawning

causes new light

filtering, still in the land

of the free

watching

when the day comes faster than the night

when the footsteps, so soft, leave no evidence of touch

when the hollow of sleep is fragmented and dispersed

when the quickening membrane releases

when the moments of truth become sarcastic and dry

when coyness shirks to protect itself

when sincerity leaves from the pounding of false

when the purpose of love is forgotten

when the effort culminates a lack

when what is fair no longer applies

when the haze of everyone muddles

where all hope has gone out of their eyes

l'achim

testing

123

anatomy of compliance and non reparation of days unending night where the light of illumination is scant

headily twisting images and sound to convulse in deluge of happening; afflicted masses sit in sterile acquiescence unsatiated by the next feed of irrelevant vainings

happiness sits as a pearl washed clear of oyster slim from the drudge of man's excesses

close focused soft spoken rattling of the free

evidence

tiny creepers

scare me none

as I do sleep

when day is

done

and run against

the mark

that makes

toughened skin

like the womb

that breaks

stretching clear

not fear a foil

for I hold much

anointed oil

strength and judgment

rest with me

as I sit amidst

an olive tree

ash ayelo blue

Trailing me

or rather

my searchings reach

ever teaching of

gleaning

gold

I hold silent thoughts

of endless notes

that float only

near the sound

of hidden whispers

embedded codes

I battle

singular stretching

convalescing against

the grain

ever sanding

against the coarseness

daily fences must

hurdle pain

I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised

quite living

ever giving

grateful grope

of hope's strong

hand

plans of man

wary

cautious watching

ticking time

as enemies

band

evil lurkers

green with empty

watch the stalk

in stretch

toward

stand

The Day Star

in darkest night

when the light seems far from view,

the indwelt tabernacle binds

and finds the faith

pure grace

from the Day Star

coming through

New Post

"Now, therefore," says the LORD,

"Turn to Me with all your heart,

With fasting, with weeping,

and with mourning."

So rend your heart, and not your garments;

Return to the LORD your God,

For He is gracious and merciful,

Slow to anger, and of great kindness;

And He relents from doing harm.

Who knows if he will turn and relent,

And leave a blessing behind Him-

A grain offering and a drink offering

For the LORD your God?

Joel 2:12-14

Haven

Tiny pockets of breath

Folded into droplets of day

Break the dryness of mind

From sinking

As I think about cause

Pause to reflect

The light from the Son's

Great place

A forest aglow

A snowfallen hush

Reminding a breather

Of nothing to rush

clarity

vision strengthened

proper sure

waiting in the time endure

open flood of wrath to see

watch and wait

is His decree

place a foot

on solid ground

watch as all

will tumble down

focused on the lavish

trace

that He may erase

of His good grace

many perilious days shall come

many deviant people run

many wail at the coming horror

as unleashed the fury

His Holy Power

Way

Crossing Sideling Hill

I fixed my thoughts

On the sidereal and recalled

Days of promise and truth

When the swelling started

I cannot recall

Or why the vision

Stopped shrinking

Room to consume

The evident thaw

By the heat of the stars

Sure thinking

In night fades

Of optimal quiet

The doors of perception

Are open

In variant slices

Of sentient convey

The ways to the others

Are chosen

Circuits of light

Like fields on fire

Desire the wrapping

Of matter

And after the glory

Infuses the holy

The former will alight

As the latter

Rain flames down

On waiting want

To burst souls

On Jacob's ladder

reminisce

forty blooms ago

when the woods bled waves of pine scent over every thought

I didn't know

time was still

heavy as I trembled

under the touch

of God's spirit;

I remember

showers of gold

and the smell

of presence keeping me

safe and quietly soaking

wonder of green

now I lapse

into momentary recall

so barely similar

and patinated

with ache and age

under weight and dross;

lacking factions culminate

to perturb the recollections'

purity

perhaps clouding is necessary

to prevent the clarity of

lost

straighten

" In your patience possess ye your souls." Luke 21:19

Therefore be diligent to be found seeking.

Let not the world coerce.

Let not the lips speak falsely.

Be not perceived perverse.

In all things discern wisdom.

In all things lightly trod.

In all things seek His counsel.

In all things magnify God.

purge

it is a difficult task

to renounce the flesh

that must still be occupied

bits of gravel

collected

between the stones

of gold

adhere

but must be cleared

for polishing

of understanding

"Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified." Psalms 70:4

humbled

eventide actuate

forces form outline

heavy threads accelerate

critical mass mine

substance suffers battering

from the world's unworthy hands

so I inclined to God for glory

to heal the sickened lands

and He inclined to me

"And he answered,

Fear not: for they that be

with us are more than

they that be with them."

II Kings 6:16

Hurdling

so noted

brink of night

flowers fade from lack of light and I crawl soundlessly back and forth

breathing

wilderness stretches

sublime reaches

wondering what the Lord is up to;

showering dust of gold like petals in a field of poppies bursting

red glory forming pattern beyond distance assailing my eyes like needles

that thrust their point into unbroken love of the sun's tempestuous rays

go and find

a billion blushing readies to take hold of blueberries root

as currants come and go; perfect fruit for forage

I am anchored heavy by gold of God's good grace whose countenance ever shines

reminding me of my place as servant of others' needs

careful calls to crawling

cats that cautious catch

curious canaries convening

watching outcome of wretch

bend to point of break

ache heal as days pile on

concede to point of zeal that

awaits the patient song

Sustenance

"Arise, shine: for thy light is come, and the glory of the LORD is risen upon thee. For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the LORD shall rise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee." Isaiah 60:1-2

Solomon sits as a sign of strength

Wisdom witnessing well

What to collide with prayers of day

To convey escape from hell

Darkness whispers

Susurrant lies

Swarms the fool

Who quickly dies

Bleak and vacant

Deceptions gold

To the untrained ears

Of the dark one's fold

Humble hands that crack and bleed

Seek the source of good good seed

That they might press into the soil

And have a right to the Master's oil

Appropriate

Spot on blur: awoke from harmony of world dream

Rise mother and work, dawn to dusk without cease

Categorize plastic thick to thin without dust

Expend every drop of energy; hunt peace

Spot on blur: drop task pause day

Pray alleviation of guilt, grieve lost

Host point of order reaching forward

Up to touch; survey cost

Spot on blur: crest anesthetization

Thwarted progress plumb sad

Grate dual cross love hinging

Moment breach alleviate had

Spot on blur: motor stalls

Flooded field of apt hue

Quick release of choked line

Watching for a static view

Test

Poison bubbles up and cracks the surface

Toppling pride to the ground

Ground down with force and crushed

Blushing blood is found

How to rectify plight

The night that assails peace

Words that break the heal

And steal the hope of release

Word upon word quakes

Vacancy on bridge

Forgive the rivet's flaw

That pushes trust to edge

to reach

Solid veil hedges on

Weight of holders' strength

To push upon anchored thought

That lifts a mountain's length

Tunnel through solidity

Impervious to height

But grounded in the evidence

Of seers focused light

The correlation meets the day

To expose the links of same

One of depth one of breadth

That culminates in name

What to call the vision of

The seekers' hope of flight

That hinges on epiphany

Found past cross of night

Foraging

"It is breathtaking as one rises up over the world one has been living in...and looks down at it stretching away and away. The Rio Grande - the mountains - then the pattern of rivers...Then little lakes...then...Amarillo country...a fascinating restrained pattern of different greens and cooler browns...It is very handsome way off into the level distance, fantastically handsome...The world all simplified and beautiful and clear-cut patterns like time and history will simplify and straighten out these times of ours - What one sees from the air is so simple and so beautiful I cannot help feeling that it would do something wonderful for the human race - rid it of much smallness and pettishness if more people flew."

Georgia O'Keeffe

language

What are the modes to convey

edge plane form color space?

How to give shape to loss

joy pain hope disappointment?

When does representation crest

pushing past words toward sensation?

When does abstraction find place

in natural world?

How can permanent and ephemeral

exist simultaneously?

How do concept and concrete

combine?

concurrence

purity

purpose

conveyance

Hosea 14

New Rest

Moments tick down

Stick to my stomach aching

Baking in the moments of parch

Harsh rendering remembering

Loss

Standing

Open ended ending

Of clear closing knowing

No retort of sought

Source

Report towing

Lack of sustenance

Foaming like rabid

Rabbits roaming

Searching for rest

Hoping owing

Never knowing

Certain growing

Reverent

Cross

reparation

white out wants in

snow blankets view

scrambled solid

waiting true

white to follow through

red to cleanse the stain

plain new blue bleaches

the night sky's reign

white rights the flaw

fallen over known

wrong route rode

tumbled back home

white jumps the gate

quicker gaining speed

as light mounts the day

forcing fallow seed

white wants the day

victory over night

wash against grain

and set aright

worlds

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. For by it the elders obtained a good report. Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear." Hebrews 11:1-3

presentation of the seals

to reveal the will of the LORD

who can afford to look away

line by line

and precept upon precept

as tear by tear

must hear His voice

In time of trouble

who can stand

the lashing of the Lord

deliberate

Step by Step

helps mountains fall

all bathed in red burnt yellow sunset

light

licked gorgeous

Infused

Indolent rose stretching

naked swept

climbing harder

lunging across

interior warmth

nexus

exterior

Until magenta reaches

nebulous rise

torquing

over sensation

Thought caught

heightened by

every heavy

excerpt

adjudication

Pause to recollect

Reflect inner

There is active

occurrence unseen

Understand

natural

differences

elementally

restored

starting

toward

always

noticing

derision

tripartite

Form to encapsulate meaning

locus loosed

intangible made tangible for reproof

promising ordered forum

Compromise demise;

of a strict adherence

must to follow

edict as

sent by divine

While searching

hollow masses mount

evidencing notions

not seen

Sacred motives

in silence enter

leaving imprint

embossed

not too cautious

to contain stain

Coded

Increasing seems, that is to say

Secured proof cures

Extravagant eyes as

Evidence extends

; otra vez

Inside pine

Scent sends

Exceptional pinnacles of

Ellusory space

Of spirit

Holy and pure

Gracious giving

Of tremendous hope

Descends forward

Thoughts spill

Heaping toward

Anxious pneuma

Not confounded but

Kind

Yellow lash

Of sudden light

Unbound

New Year Construction

Spare

given to share

shelters the hollow

of without

with in the space

the shape takes hold

of edges ending

and stretching

format to function

good good ground

limiting flaw

of foundation

limitation so far as

the confines defined

by the strength of

viewers own mind