Mystery(Let It Remain)

It is not wise to work the onus when approaching any great work. It is not well to break our knees chasing pavements. It is not safe against any liable whatsoever to offer up murder in the various Western guises of fornication.

In a pinch there is sympathy well enough to know. There are maintained beyond sighing that may one day be ascertained. There are sorrows that have we need counter by letting go with joy. There are names enough jobbing a rose 🌹 to entertain the riverside, the ocean swim, the ship sound 🔉.

What proof there is to rely on is seen there in running out on contempt and savant explicatives. The double Dutch bus has to skidattle on down the benchmarks of an adroit posterior. Stoics aboard and skeeterbangers making long daddy long legs out for the yard without alarum. There are cantilever placers getting out the way. Radioactive sextons and theme park pensions. A good luck throw at likable apes. No shit! That is powerfully in tune with powder kegs. Did not know they could blow the Jimmy like that.

No he couldn’t ever write a mystery. Wouldn’t even reach out to solve it. Just let his fruit hang on the tree. Pneumonics and heuristic displays toward the interrogative stuff.

All that fly. As in the space of the puerile and taintproff. The glass eye Sampson dredging up the same old piles of mud. A manner of man managing mange. The rooting Berber gauging the trip of his gait. The footfall of barefooted partisans making good on the deluge. Taking to both step and stride in the comport of our redeemable figures. Seasonal and laboured. With a clubhouse to rest from the bonnie peats.

Such sing-song morphing of the ad Hoc synonym. The escapist promotion of rich corporation. Leg ups on handing legends down. Another charlatan in the devil may care daylong procession about towns

The blessings of concord are not so well understood. Leave it to generations hence that there will be received some truth along with the complicit fictions. A volksgurdy semblanary of those sanguine and worthy of being judged feat.

The back alley ratatat of coyote crawl and losing black cat strategems. The lax meander of wild dogs straying. A newsome attention for those things civil and defining order. The ungangly and adroit attempts at prophetic intimacy. A clarion call of quaint aptitudes. Laying low with yesterday’s wine. In a dredgers sync with proclivity. Speaking in turn amongst rascals and theopolitan anglers.

The fisherman’s test and the fisherman’s rest. Given to the round by the generations. A viable means for the occasional gather of clicking good company. Where wander friars a muck as well the private practice of accomplished shamans.

All turning to the guise of Sharon and her rose. No morning peaked blue singer by the drag. Early risers and the havoc they are led to create. Coming merely in search of acquisition. Mawing at the piecemeal and crowing faulty louting a different tune.

Little room for compromise lest your Jesus be hanged on the wall and the old day be gone. The mission of bedsitter lament. A much more subject intent and hedging on further remonstrance for the lie. Forgotten luminaries of blow away terpsichorean lullabies. Bought and sold in the market place now finally going unnoticed and bright at rising true again.

No mishapen shadow drawn across clear outlay of formal repeated lines. Of verse, of solliquey, and apologetics. The only way out of immanent doom.

Please hope to see it for being truthful. And welcome what will remit unto your sorrows by payback and bitch. Ten to one odds that what you wish to forget will only come upon you at being forgiven. Seek this and be surprised.

Size up and size down. But choose not to beat on it with a fucking stick. Thinking yourself funny or otherwise. Some proud concouring spirit of obsequious deportment. A real chuck Wallace minute keeper out to change his proportions. A maddened dummy with his strings cut and not even seeing to the end of his cloned out tail.

Riposte and learn all the more to twirl about. A legion in the air, flyting like plagued children. By their parents and the henpecked lethargy of confuddled spirits. No more market here boys. You are in camp now.

Mind your manners that someday they will return. Write letters to the old folks at home even if you feel they don’t really need them. Object is no judge. It is the reflection of a fallacy knocking at your door and on your head. Kills planets and sometimes people too. No mild quatrain. Strong stuff for old pig stuffers and reprobate children.

Canti Moralise

I tell you. It took me 1000 trial runs to come up with a genuine pop song. Not that this needed to be genre specific by the way. But as it turned out the song ‘It’s A Good Thing’ in the strophie style is genre specific. That genre is the old French Provincal style of the Canti Moralise.

A strophie is a system of passes. Like over, across, and athwart the manner of a subjective term. The affirmation of the 3 passes in this Provincally drawn condition I have l laid out with 3 quatrains(4 lines) rhyming them as I will. Also at times using a repeat of 3 lines Leveeing the weight with a 4th line acting as a cadence, unrhymed, and usually borrowing from the auld tradition like the words “In the morning” or “This old way”.

The quatrains in that they may be arranged with this repetitions and a cadence, as well as in couplets, extended with a backbeat, and further by unrhyming the 1st and 3rd lines. This perfectly comes into line with taking up the couplet again now though in the Homeric style. The modality of Church music meets with this cmmprehension at its 1st prerogative.

A respect for the theory of a set aspect in keeping clear of the clutter of assuming in one’s possessions that we are more than simply ourselves has need counter with the same sentiment but at this it is in regards to the spirit.

Not that we would indulge the daemon with largesse or dream of too much of a good thing.

Unreasonable as it may seem the quandary of difficult experience has to rest on the aptitude of its sufferers. These to make good on the endevour. Asking for reserve in any more want of the presses as a makeshift horde of contentments.

To give time to the remove of those obstacles to the succinct matter of viably giving expression to the quality of movement upon earth of those good natured beings accepting of consensus values in the revolutions of persons, thoughts, and matters. Simply in the sample song of that which can be seen as united and worthy of moments held aver.

By the sea. By the mass. By the representative host. By the considerate child.

Rube Ware

Julian nightshade variety. Growing at the Gates of Janus. The tripartrite opening of the door from within to accept visitors by day and for longer sequesters into the lot of haitus and sabbatical and fortnight.

You know you attempt to pull a big gate. Someone is going to wind up kicking sand. From the lot on the block with the stripmall. Flying turkey trot. Rural in the rue of road. Damn if I will ask for the traffic kit. The long time king of keynote speakers. Diltz and Doyle. The almighty coil. Insy Theo the outsy. If you look again you will miss it. The demiurge is out front and racing the habit. Time to break with the tide. Let the beach take on the breadth of the the brunt of the cresting wave.

Coming up roses in the design of labyrinths. A curious salt upon the Earth. Loss. Of consciousness. Of peculiars. The gauge of fretting propers in the shoeing of horses. The cabal lay of street with outlyer mosses and stray counting grains fit for the dialectic of native and supplanted pidgeon.

How tall stands this mountain. Raining in the day with the shadows of the mount leering heavenward top heavy and above. Are the pilgrims here to progress from their mission into further reaches of the chain. The lackaday need to find transport to the next station.

Who cares. Whatever. Nothing meant to do harm with the community of nature. An outrage need to consider from above. And so as to focus the narrative also take into acquaint that which lays below. To make good on a round in the overall and outstretched arms of the conceived.

This is a righteous call but also a rumor to discretion. The platitudes of the extant are not to be disturbed nor shaken from their bejeweled dream of morning. The rube is the guise of frequency we pour forth blood. In the Eucharist. In the slaughterhouse. In the thumb picked thorn.

Be wary and be careful. For you tythe the baying of the dogs with your par courses. You let the cat out to wander and you walk the block its round.

Encouraging The Entity

A brogue and a jig. A rogue and his havoc. A public outcry at Sheriff John Brown having had put good olde Satan in the stocks and not given us any rotting fruits and vegetables to throe by. Oak at the neighbors tripping bright up the hill.

Meanwhile there is a rising on the othern sidhe. Anamaskers on armchairs. Ringtail clows making off for sad eyed coffee hostesses to make flurid flakes of snow in going the bye and bye.

What? What’s that you say? It is all to casual for cosmic flagrancy. One foot falls in front of the other while two mules walk side by side. The muddy lane and it’s gauges. The busy bee ditch side walkers collecting orange spice teabags thoroughly through and through.

Becalmed concommitants acing test zone flight patterns. Butter chops exhumed from frightening resonance of coffer keeping saints. All bejeweled in horseflies and hash. A friendly condition of relative neighbors sans the locked doors and fences.

Don’t give it another chance. Move it or lose it. Proverbial gusto of marching infantry taking on the big swell. A respite of peaches making good on the potluck and the copse. Stipulations of daily ark into the freedoms of the genuine libertad.

Until broken bags of tea swizzle in the conventional atmospheres of protean swimmers. Glad armed in the pathos of footfallen and clandestined swings.

Letters to the editor radically explaining her variagated points of view. The garnered resorts of floral gaity. Long drawn shadowing fates in need of the freewill of exercise. Without license or excide. A chowder power of bean men.

Counting up the umpteenth gaggle of freshwater fish to swim the stream and bid to relax in the idylls of pulling current and lapping pool succor of roe.

It is a long road to the union hall. The coop is chicken full of brainstorming and seclusion. The Sun is setting on the back fence. And the light is on at the front door like a pitched skirt has drawn us to cover and hedge our bets on the given.

Warm and arid days in a tide of hedonist weathers. Now surfeit. A larder of consistently speculative measures. Lazy and Susan coming ’round to wrest the cannonball.

Roping in the delerium with a step of lifting the gaity gate. We high aloft the blooming avid and stratii. With dual enthusiasm and finesse for packing in with the rat.

A year by year route. To given states of perfidity. That an assembly has its liability for the cost of trying to engender the joy of its propitiating powers. Within cognizance to trepidations make allay the hitherto and unknown here abouts.

A running darkness taken to the ground and emboldened by the grave. A church ⛪️ Street set of pewters and tin for pie. This accumin of the savory. This native instinct to go about the passways of darkness.

Given to the endgame like night. The dawning and the daybreak at a copesetic remove. A gooden for having taken the ride. Now tucked into bed and goodbye.

Before I Write

Before I write of second sight or about a sixth sense gained from painting a wooden fence.

I shall sing a song heavenward. It will be long but not absurd. It’s not wrong and yet it’s every word. Is virile and strong, hawklike a bird.

Be there time to concur hereabouts. On matters that are just and for now. If seldom without understanding this will leave you wondering how.

The lonesome cowboy at finding a broken childs’ toy would not just kick it into gear. No he would desire to better his situation. Ya dig, like knowing the real Pink and Floyd.

I used to cuss and really fuss in what I chose to write. Now I would that what I laid down was peaceful, and topical, and bright.

More of my second sight and early sixth sense. Climb a fence, meet a dog. Get mauled, for blood on a towel. Stitches on a jaw, a cheekbone, over my eye, and behind my ear. 47 to 63 stitches in all.

Should I write like a fight? Always running away until I fast. And come into your musing arms to last. To address what are grave derigors of anger and might.

It is there I go and curse with a mourning words thirst. It is not to grab up handfuls of Sun in the club and bring error to some flipped out edge. Going down for the worse.

She’s a girl and you are a boy. But do not let your acceptable love forever cloy. Those amorphous regions of loss and argument and a high helot for a roy.

When the belated want of our speaking tries us with garrots and gins as such our lot. Like tigers in the spotlight their logic has a goose to whisk us out of shape into some twisted helix got. The nether light burns bright at this conflux of our utter midnight.

Carolina sounds like ‘Oh Sweet Lord’ when the bird flies and gives rebirth to her lost chord.

Quick heartbeats connect lines of blood. Holes in the knees of my blue jeans and some mud. What will I have to do around the next corner when I catch up to my buds.

Predicate Considerations

Disputation upon surmise. Predicating purports of profundity. Predicaments of pre-eminence. Presentiments upon postulations. Upon postscripts. In the brevity of repastes Sunny.

Realizing the quickened firth in the rustication of truck and swag confusion over mule money. What thoroughfare makes way for barnstormers and tree crawlers and lemon brawlers to all go home 🏠 in a gunny.

The precipation in a treacherous rifle down hillside. For a daliance triffle swill-bride. Under June auspice and spilling wide of the Season. Not meant to be funny.

A Study Of Themes 2014/08/13

Appraisal of themes dramatica. Liet motiff theatrica. A fabling hour empathica. And the wanted embrace deeming.

Can sweet bye and byes. Urging anyone to sympathesize. With the quick of light and the wise of lies. Set sail or leave the quandary scheming.

With letters addressed what may avail. The pearly gates endangered to prevail. A certitude on clement street writ scale. The vapid aether winds up in the air creaming.

Liberate to flag a qually dodge. Stir up a pot of fleshy homage. Make good on done deals about the boarding lodge. For a night’s stay out in the streaming.

Make roost of chorales on platform decks. To take on a burden, treat the rejects. Waft fleeting bodhi the gain elects. To find out for good the weather’s down in the dreaming.

Anima animated in like cullies supposed. Fragrant meadows heavily drowsed and low. A malarky train bandying with Augustine groved. The very light comes liturgical and gleaming.

If Suns recede from surpassing rays. Like a dew laden field of feeling clays. A pleasant reprieve upon toppem cat Heath blades. The hooks and Barbie tabs remit in flashes beaming.

Backwater country making out a spirit for this dew. The meadow press warmed alive under foggy brew. A long lasting look on the lady and her eyes full of blue. Like a shiproy stir nums the grace to go on steaming.

We may just be together apt to surmount the idles. Take on a stretch of the rising gait goin’easy on a bridle. The bunk down night of affable chow and set on fiddle. A truth for the overjoyed parlay of Philly ziet teaming

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.

In Competition With Convenience 2000/09/09 Thursday

How does one enter the public domain? Do those who have their rights reserved? What if I were to cross over into the public domain? How would there be someone to escort me, as in a service?

Write, write well, and you will come to this posture, this passage, to lay down extant your remains. And don’t over worry how it will go for the next artisan, the next participant. The next person to feel those thoughts, to hear that saying.

For some it will be a higher power that draws a link between you two. Between you and the next or even between you and a someone who came before.

But if your writing doesn’t work out and you find you have no such rights before those thoughts. And feelings and sayings slip from your fine fingers back into the ground. The common acre, the open domain. Well then maybe you should try Algebra.

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.