Tag: dreams

Discourses & Parlances

Talk about the rhetoric. The happy hunting grounds. The Stargate and the mountain’s song. Play up Swany river in the tremblings of an outbound gestalt. The theosophy of trillobytes.

Plagued field hockey consort. Team efforts to make it out to the fair show. Grand Gypsy eloquence at tapping in the goal. Here we are amongst the lipped and the laundarer. Make out good at reading scrolls of potent bone fodder.

The good old mission church treating chillies with brimstone. The image being supplanted by its fiery host. 60-400 ways of gauging the illimitable and the folk geste in its plurality of the remit in the casual extant.

With a guest book of the tripping high and mighty. The recondite demand for pompus license. The fate of the big, bad, Boston Creme. Sitting on the counter like a rematch fridge keeper for the Associated cops on their pedestrian beat.

Walking to the sound of image. We are all real good keepers but he is steel on the link iron asserted. We will to brave the clement of notions. We turn out to look through the daylight heats at the supposed rabbit tales. Them whose lines mix up mastications of the pouty coyote bitch and her new collared brood of babes..

Its a spinning take on the raptures of the well cultured. Its a grasping at the scratch of molecules. The permagrin slide of matters own horn. Amounting to as much. The general opinion that surveys the lay of the land. Spacious, airy cappadocious labors making out for the broad waters.

The semblance of flying opining choice with too much fodder. Telling the whammy ball to requit the dodge of aces. Give and get back. Like a silly putty gamut runner.

Having made out for the gangway and spilling down the beltway like rainbow man and his emissary, the brave cloudwalker. Trip it on down along with the ropes of a fiddle roger. Let be flying clout in the peacekeeping efforts. Also in the block and quizzing zingers for the ambergist and viand pouring wine.

Tumbling blocks of woo. The procrastinator’s will is to carry his bliss to the moon. Where chi anthems are no hour of exploit. No the weir of staying is vouched for apparent in the musings of the sobriquit of folly. The OMG realization that I should have started a long time ago.

Emotive Thought

Love agonizes over a throw. The into the dark pitch of sounding from off of a far wall. Reverb and chorus. Later days in the sanctimony of the even and its prop. How intellectual could be a keeper of shadows when the sun shines from on high right down into the middle of the street.

God Bless it I say the driving feat of proud footin’s mucho gusto. The reverence for the tide rolls up on the avenue. While the boulevard is a closer draw to make for headwaters of an amble and a saunter and those at mission for the night’s perpetuation of a memory and involvement in a sojourns’ rest.

Ya think? The emotional value given to abiding in the redemption school. To see the vehicle moving forth at a hounds foot pace. Having been given a taste for the bag and sent out baying. Trying to keep a good attitude in the dilly dally tide of darkness. Where outcry is going South through the country. Looking at its cross streets both up and down for vague salvage of a more personable commitment in the saving of face.

Let us not implement our own destruction. Let us look at that 60mph and 80 yards and twenty foot tall brick wall without having to seek a thrill. Let us stop on that dime and drop it. Real good and hardy. With wine bottles answering knowing corkscrews.

If the overwhelming feature of the bullies on the base say it is all too ephemeral to have a wonder about it to go by. Then let it dawn sweetly and looking back consider the rhythm of pacing. This and leigh out modicems of modesty in taking it up a clip. To let out the great force of breath we have only to exhale and let it go with a ‘shweho’. That is the one in her dance. Skrying madly to the beat of 10 dead bass drums.

Without regret never have want of answering the question again. Move on with your bad self and your selfsame looking gate and your mindful choo choo. I think I can, I think I can wwwoooOOOoooeee. D

Does it help anybody to truly be alone. Is this the long dread fate of our humanity. Even here in our Summer home. Wheat for sages. A single grain’s speculation. Left to entrain the repetitions of manevours given over to sexual prowess. Given a crush that rhymes with sport. Laid out for rest like bedcloths. Carrying the pocket stuff tryptyches of our son the train conductor.

Simply to mention the great tunnel of love coming up for today’s amusement park ride. All for the condition of make believe. A national obliging of the blind consuming marriage of nihilism with reality. I think it somehow vouchsafes the sweat for the racing fears of the tourilous American.

A lambaste of upstarts. The frequent of turning pages making due with storied wedlock. Into the garden of a realized set of fears grown over with weed and wildflower.

The womaning of grange and rucksack buck. The payback for great temperament. Tides of escapade having simply learned that the old gray goose is a good bet. One of the quickier, quackier ways for children to run a circle and make it their own.

For release, for concord, for fantastic requital of past kingdoms and loose tabs on the dreaming of catchers tales. Them still resolved to remain smitten with the bull, the bear, and the blue jean.

Hardy, har, har, the end went unforseen but the Sun continued to rise and the rain fell from the plaint. Flippy wiggy foments of geste flew the coop and Troubadors said good ride. Blessed rest of Wintertimes in happenstance. Glad in a sack and dreaming to the last of better times ahead. Faith thus making it through night after night until Spring.

Leftwich

Roseline. Equater. Ghana Sound. Benediction upon the dance steps of the Lord. The very horde is gold digger tramps. And all of their easy riders. See here! See here. I know what’s best when it comes to my mindfulness. Ain’t you never been across Texas. Snaking on bye? A real rattler? Bombastic and the figure is done.

All those toward and minor needs for redresses can go and float the boat. Hop to it. Bet tight with Cheer leader. Take the dance and win it at just that. Makes night hollers turn to what is homage. A gregarious but distinct pledge holder. The lead card and the sorbet.

Give the Herald his chuckles of cheese. Wish him wigs of locomotive cheese. An afternoon in the plain sight obfuscate of trumped up maidens from days gone by. The fierce recourse must request its tide. Must ease out flow with depth and candor. It was just a scratch.

But you need a pitch. Bet you with one eye I can see in the dark. You sense the other would be flying around in the candle light getting harangued by every zapper with a loose zipper. That way lines don’t get crossed. No the A train takes the A line.

Lists are for gaits and this one is closed. It picts the corsair with a trippy build on the Anglo Fair. The penchant for derangement is the slip that sits comprised of silly sear and tight rapt sequence of sussiance and snap. The honeycombs getting tapped by honey badger and hummingbird.

The glad praise singer getting down to his hoodoo in the punk straights of a true dat kind of broach on the peace. A real keeper in the blanch peanut industries book of hop lauds. The school days run a long of book chase ribbons. Making meddle out of founting silt-bed boggle boots.

An Evening Psalter

The extension of an area into the quandary of outer space. Lifting ones feet up when treading down a river so as not to catch in a rock and get it stuck and dragging one under. Or like the railroad crossing in the tide of Winter. A beater with a heater moving on with its gait to the extrapolation of lighter fare.

Not that the devil will always care but don’t be insulting by always having to make it out to him in your contempt. This upon the sanctity of our earth. Tourulous by always sticking out our claims to existence upon the cornerstone marks of a once thought extinct sense of tribalism.

Roaming singular into the referees of the homespun. The tinkering with antlerbone and the leveeworker quick with the jack and Piper trade. The shellacked outrig rider. Putting his canoe into the pond and saying to the tide “Okay. Now draw me Mother Nature!” Not because of my defiance but for the seqencing of my even keel. Lead me to night dances of stirring meads and expertly told stories of fishermen.

The long Bally table. Tilt a whirl pine and the recondite tributaries of an often suspended moon. Glamduring the pale rider heaves his saddle up the back of his beast. Hands high and turning. A gentle understanding between charisma and charm.

The filly will recollect her canting under the steep of John Barlecorn and his daylight stars. The long drawn memories of an eventual manner of elegant habit. A paradisical assembly of lyrical exchange. The parading salutary crewe. Given to bees knees and diademic pluralities.

So murky above the water the fog is all in jest. A gaping crawl through the aerodyte space of plentitude and recourse unto shelter and yesterdays works. There goes this a way a sense of cadence. It trips a market and it jumps a bean.

The poultry cluckers all vouch for the sincerity of foible declensions in fastidious harkenings to the unitivity of sultry maids in sundry dress. A toothsome and knotty Setti swings through the gaits of Summers to bear out in brave repaste.

There abides the sporty tom. A garnish of peppercorn in the acquaintance with its satrapies. Giving out garlands to usurpation. A great conflagration in the inimitable equivocations of breadwinner dichotomies. The daft mote and the chuckwind draft horse. Making good in both respects like a galavant and a trooper.

One kind of plausability for that need for an idea’s dissemination and review. A sounding board for the extension of modal church service. The list in its exegesis. A frequent parry of peptides. The end for Daisy chains in revery. An orchestrated quickpot run on et fini.

Scratch

Twenty-five fiddlesticks. Batches of grindstone hatchets. Court & spark. Copper kettle bodhi augury full of skylarks. Lightness. Brightness. Elevation in expansion of light from out the gravity of a humble Earth. The langour reigning in distinct guises upon guises over the moldering core below.

I cannot vouch for their being drawn. The viable legumes into the bread snatch. For use with the masty kates. To make illucidations upon monogamy and parallel messages of a chemical peace. The brothers of the league. The wake against the dipstyche and depth of field. It’s rolling its clairavoyant bath to the fluted pipes of the outre hierarchy and into the sun setting to the tune of auburn skies.

With an upheld lack of preoccupation meant to go delving into the wells of a selfsame misery. Where are the country bumpkins in the rosters of the arriving gait. Within its own crow of diviners. How many o’er the lough and salty. Into the season with chickle and baubles schtick. A gambol of the resurrection sang.

Gripes of the forelorn. Kicking cronies off of the roof of the bus. Enough of your flacid wash. Too much to speak of until the silence is realized. Then par for the course. See there are dampened now a good look over the admired ethos for the click of their heels. Three milestones away from the frosty cream sideshow stand.

A solid walk for youngsters in the crawl. With guidance and honesty of respects taking on burdens of a thespian crewe. This umpteenth glad to meet you aggression on the metaphysics of ascertaining in the mass. Involved in those cycles of a veritable tradition of original and prefunctory need to take up the sunshine of a Welshman gone a souling. Working in the guises of earth church and the many commons out the walk into glam pasturage and weatherable countryside.

Even flight can brave the expanse its delight in the daemon. Make condition and trust the wealth of concerned experience by the allowances of chore. To be seen forward and advancing. Crawling the footpaths and hillocked meadowlands with patience for the butterfly and compassion for the frog.

Waiting on the tragi-comic kiss. One of occasional sages. Meant for legends of mystical plurality in spirits. The passion of gentle men and women now made bonafide and succinct. To bear out in truisms of frank and efficient taking of the good stock. Fit for resources and the leagues of country well put to rest in the gleanings of the Linden wood tree for the green.

Said no more for its onus but made out to the great work and substancial. Done, well, fit for cree and made steadfast by acceptance of remittent blessedness in the bough and it good company.

It Amounts To As Much 1999/04

The ziggaret.The pyramid. Holy Mount Zion. The snows of Kilamonjaro. The home of the God’s Olympus. Highest peak in North America Denali in Alaska. The now fallen peak of Algonquin a traveler. Sea bed mount of the tropical Hawaii.

The grammarian. A woman of reign considering her offspring. Easy to know by the simple calling of their hearts to beat. And what is the Universal lot of such good fortune? Who stamps the hall license with their mark? What claven homes of sacristy in a plethora has on its horizons the coming and going of trams from the Mythraic fleet?

Have the swaro let racks of pierced hearts in on raven swells? Snip jiggle wits it is ubiquitous consternation on the larboard side. Rope a chord and keep on flirting logical. Divulge in you feld set of space. Or like our Lightfoot who snaps a twig and culls. In the periodatch a Flanders house and a vestige of root quenched.

The rosy cross. Buddhist confusion between maldiction and henchmanship. Dharma-order toward truth. Brotherhood of the Rosy Cross. Esoteria of the Astral court. Fete in bannered height. Decisions of the snap were forward in effort. Werewitche. Shipsafe and stock sure. Water from Senators. Law rights. Corporate business. Hillbills. Money in stacks of stocks.

7 turns. Celtic Abreya. Arthur and the Hallow tree. Appeliac Amperfin. Intercalery twain dexterity. Taos, 6 were 9, Mercaba, jackals and the oxymoron. Folex. Oden & the Aeon are One.

Los Angeles general going back in time with a chipper for a soldier. Tabok of Emmanuel Lieber. Ane, boo, cree, dor. Emmanuel Lieber. Tabok of the creed. Descry Attenuate. Upanishads. Samadhi and Satori commingled and mixed. And the workings of the language semantics. Octave set of semantic structure should be brought to accord with forme fixe solfeggio. As well as the Universal Octave.

Intrepid Voyage 1996

Beth

Thrice magestus

Hermes of Octune

Tragedy of Neptune

Dithering crystalline fractures

Universal ascendancy

Plane thwart nuclear fission

Fusion semblance

Tz mantic

Ars magnifica emantic

Neotic

Light in extension

Origami rapacity

Bachelor press

Dinosaur brains

And nervous systems

Four church modal

Conjuncts in the stellar apparatii

Vigor of cuneiform figures

At transcept oritan en fret

Cant etiology of crook and flail

Intercalary periods

Fugue of accidental

Interest

Sidhe

Grange

Kirk

Irony in benefit

Placards

Tocsins

Shingles

Golden store

Atu the acorn

Ancestry-bone

Genealogy-skin

Church of modality

Projection

Extension

Extrapolation

Exhibition

Lengths

33 By the dinosaur

130 Bone

365 Tale full of

1077 Aberations

Binary code

Movement in the Mercabic

Oxymoronic quark

Movements by precept

In 10’s 100, 10, 1, etc.

Or else no movement

Represented by zero

Inducing contraband

In verisimilitude of a range

With just such surity

Of bow and sultry in the realm

Of a mass transcends purity

The host becoming the flesh and the blood

Mother’s mass

Report

Enterprise

Oluricular imprendarius

Declination en esque

Agwire Mira lay a lay

Ta wins na sa boot fit

It goes by coot and root

Daily to meet its ends

Me & My Like

Heart rending sorrow and exercise. The compassion it takes in getting along with those in the manner of life. They whom are relieved to hear of your progress yet to whom one does not ask of the refrain. Courses amongst horses. Making out good and wise sense in the extant of their mind. In there goose fletching and the churches they place on the rock and on the hill.

Secreting a way the vernal axis. Making out a good place to set aside differences and get down to meditation. To come promising. To give to reason and its powers enkind. A veritable tautology of feating glades. A glam exegisis upon the cultured bough. The road is not for the weary my fine camper. No it is rather a conditional peace indeed.

When the leaves on the tree are flourishing. In the spring tide as they call it in the Northern climes. There is an excitement to find out who is the herald of the event. The gopher? The Robin? What about the fox? Up and at ’em babies! The glide of pacified wings checks its Jay at the door. Crossing these streets need have be the bane of the iconoclast. To no longer care for the filcher and the varmint. As quick as a dash and bent to feature it no more. Reduced to b-grade popcorn of the jiffiest kernel and poker’s fork.

If any more tribal lore has need splay my possessions then know I will be at the fly of a feather to make sure the reward is my proper wage. How about $10,000 dollars a show. Just the songs and chords will do ya what is necessary. And when all cheap excuses for vagaries have been exhausted well then end your day and lay ye down and take a proper rest why don’t you.

You have needs do that. See.

New Life

The newness of life is an exquisite mean. A birthing mean. A meaningful way to gain existence and hopefully live a meaningful life. With certainties of feeling

The fishes swimming school by school. All look to the opening again of light. The passion of the curmudgeon and the cogitations of a welcoming to the bow. There are fresh ancestry queries in the quire of the lumber pulp. Them that are gaiting the check out steps of the feat, already wandering. So in gazing through at the repath of a lay-back train time pleasantry. This of talk and laughter and token footfall grinnies out the welter-weighting windows of an electric eel spanning the crossroads and streets.

Within a moment the blessing of the hierophant has come to pass. There are freedom birds outside crowing and cawing at the flight of their singing neighbors, the more melodious robin troupes. They tell themselves, it really is in generous tithes of an Earthly church that the sovereign dei comes out upon her porch and lays claim that night to an alturistic and malleable clamor of want and further acquaint. But if the overt dispatch of runoff water is a pelt away from the snow falling from that bow and dashing the strewn nettles of an abased Scotch Pine.

Then the wild child has a catty nine to win the row of street houses. Turning in a wheel through the mazy neighborhood of around the block kids. These who adapt to their surroundings by outlook and gaze over from inside the moving frame of windows and above wheel. Or else on legs and shod in conventional tough-outs fit for quick corner-cuts and flat out straits.

The want of an elder in the designs of throe. Emotions that want another pass. Through the dailies of a soon 🔜 familiar regent upon our seas. Clandestined compasses and the blowing end of a great white North.

Looks like no call 📱 to tragedy has to put down this boy. From his new acquaintanceship with being and further coming into the light of his path through our tomorrows. That which plays out beyond the genius mean. Odds on the carapace in the hall. These walls shine with the long stretches of sunshine that fare the way across the hale of such safe passages. With scenes inclusive a twice regular turning of the season’s manifold. Sometimes even catching a prism in it’s escape across the hallow contentment of a strider’s happy home.