Focus By Consensus

What we are certain of will change. What knowledge lays before us we will remember. What we can describe through speech we are familiar with in thought. In that we see we know. In one sense are two things. Dignity is the consensus of mind. An entertainment is a linking of cant universals.

The pledge of the hypocrite is the camping of the crow. One’s rider should not expire at the cost of one’s stupidity. A league in throes has not the sense of self will to lead it. The anchor of the anger is the quire of the ire is the auld mad. Spiritual supposition is an enigma without redown.

There is a need for heroic measures in the spiritual recompense.

A Candleweight Ten Thousand

In a word. Slammed! Mother Nature’s own son get out the tackle and using it to raise up both his arms. Still righteous and real heart rending. Oh but to make your query of the air. That same thoroughfare as the gospel messages. Given to flight by the birds and their unassuming breezes. Chill and aerodyte. A systemic set of ropes echoing clear. So bound by obstruction. So well fielded as to give strata to its broad sweep. Of the passages, the waterways, the landsdown way of catching tails midnight. A stormy concatenation of modernity and reach.

If there comes back to point, that poetic license is a dealing in proclivities. That meander before stealth is a cataclysmic reprieve from the dunder of a simple and shy hunting. To wink in the age of fascination. To be given to charmed reckless havocs. In determined causality of smelling a quaint blueberry pie cooling in the breach of an open and unguarded kitchen window. If the belt of a hefty broach said making good on the bibard, the penchant, the hustle, of gray eyed and stumbling dodgers.

There has been up till now a good amount of experience to remit the wealth of the common unto the dominion of the reel. There are not again as many oogling codgers to make off with the coffers of the house of justice. More of a due concord in the way that trees buffet and sands sift their dross unto dirty rain. A fitting contentment on the board of believers although still being thwarted by the contest of deserts where there are drowning and the mar of realities when there is not to be found a drop.

Life. Were it raised up behind the stump to reach the conversations of leading tonic and tones. The wistful and indeterminate in their contesting figures of art. The very air above can weal and turn in broad and cavorting temptations. While the given nature of the past time cross. If there are to be more sheep in the fold. Well then if the keep of their hearts to shelter will continue to bleet at their mistress like lambs. She the one to see to their high mountain passes.

Between faux geste and the solar bearing of a kept sort of universal time. Broad out across the waters beyond cliff face and hungry rocks of the reef and fallen takes on the humble towering of the above. A season to take off the normal chains of our intuitions and accept the vocalizations of a consulate. The remaining ephemeral traipsing of a bandy few to their watches and their wait.

To blow the horn of yesterday and remember the Winters release of our dreams to the Summer gardens and the liberty to make good on one’s time. Well spent and garnering both a memory and a taste. For the blessed sunshine and the greenery of the tree and field. The forest in its vertical ascension into the guises of the upward and outward skies in the fair above.

Demotic Incalibri

Humane reliques of the earth’s sovereign past. What hear you of these things in the modern theatre? Are the children as bereft of honest charge as the carbon copies? Will the exhumed gold and silver ever get back to rocking and rolling in the turn of the soya count. Dwindling remnant of bones. The contained. The remittent to the even flow of things being tied.

An inhibition to say 💭 things vulgar or not competent in the rhetorical schools foundling. A certain distaff of effective trepidation. How the long going frequency of knits and assuages makes out in the meticulous banter of birds. A gathering coming to the North and its dawn. Fastidious displays of leadership and non sequitur. Each indelible peace in the histories of a nation getting up off of its knees. To embrace the weak forces of nature and say 💭 that Mother belongs on the main. Giving respite to those whose call 📱 goes not unheard.

Commingling in the effervescence of ryman tropes and current metaphors. All glad the ship 🚢 is not sinking. All bayofully at scratch with their devils. Making way in the trades of the music. A grand and verbal contentment in the acclaim amongst the tables of roundabout friends. Each good fellow and glam doll rolling on the crest of the waves that beat on the shore outside.

A Summer house not much fit for Winter’s pasturing. Often the nearest occupant is a dusty ghost. Making out his day on the back of a couch. Meals, rest, and entertainment. Each portion of the day boiling up together into a fust of appetites. Those favorable memories in the mindful exchange of greetings between passerbys.

The quarry of asides deems hesitation break for the wing out upon the tarmac. Its green Sunshine refledged in each clover found to bear its four lucky leaves. A pile of salient drawn salts. The digs of a roving mendicant. Making out garret and grot to the season and the clement weather’s train. An obfuscate and trembling now couched citizen. Gregariously close to the vanity of the lady in her arts. She does not wish to sing alone. An entire choir of the angels making progress out upon the waves. Headed for that furthest ignoble shore. With seed and stamina the new land meets expectations and the olden horn is blown to remember those whose tread fell before this shift of carbon.

This sign of the spiritual throw. With the momentum of a loose flying goose the beautiful and the emblazoned in a rapping flag comes down to a mire of resorts and treats. Withal the blessed pension of a midlander keeping a verbal sentiment in time. For the wait is a look back over one’s shoulder and a barrier with out needing diverse concomitant to hold the hand of the cantor. If we can simply release the bear from the trap. If it were no emboldened goof that limited the exclusion into subsequent divestures. And so the glade is made glad in renewed wander through the dance. Stages in the phases and character roles of a tramping and well spoken crewe.

Fellow friends in an accustomed gate. The North end of the city proper. Where the organic food trucks come into the market space on the square. Near the warehouse that have been refurbished into living lofts and organized corpus of indemnity and the good book 📗 to crow by.

A better dursted landsman into his continence and sharing withal. Concurring streams in the operators style. A realization of a gone 🏠 despondancy in the rising Sun. With bluebirds singing of their happiest schtick about the shrubs and groves that turn from garden to plot. A liberty to wear a new t-shirt and turn the old one into a rag. The best handle on the jug keeps a cork in it. And the olde hound forgets the bitterness of her more frugal appetites. Lets on that she is no more a chaser of rabbits and their tails. Now she wanders behind the child to see him his way down to the schoolyard where the child will bid her take her leave and go. A saunter and a saserdotal memory for the each of them to go by.

New Day’s Harbor 1997/01

1. Peaceful sojourns of the new day’s harbor 2. Portable incandescent borne upon the water merrily in lengths of stream 3. Deprivation of conquest seeks shanty alms from the hillbilly and his ramshackle wife 4. Those in discourse, over templates, have a tremendous disposition towards tankard staffs 5. What strides are missing their foment up against intimate carousing and peril. 6. As mediums, the band may acclimate to the set of tracery arms 7. Into gigues that will spurs of argent chords among the dimension of a personal atrophie 8. As I myself am a pardoned member of an elite artist’s guild 9. I think that each membrance of a poetic prelude can stand with history 10. Against heresy that there will be lapses into the contingent scheme 11. Of involved metaphysics I have decided not to 12. Suppress those fantasies that led me through the dark 13. At night I wonder at ups and downs of brandishing a timely line 14. Coiled this be the braying consumption of elixers 15. That has brought my passage near to my ladies home 16. Her heart beating with tumults of breathy lathes 17. A pleasant scent about ways the air meandering skyward

Simple in dreams. Or so mine seem. Until I awake. And such thoughts can’t shake. I wish to God I could remember how. I learned so low to bow. Each night to get my rest. And in the morning test. Strains of amicable fate. In a soul’s way to consider late.

I miss those diamonds in the rough. Within my way to have enough. Time in each passing day. For a good thing’s lot to say. Still I try my dreams to remember. From flowering May till cold December. Then another year ends. And I’ve grown older again. No closer to a vision rife. More or less borne out of strife. With all the wars the nations wage. Civil in might yet sold for an age. I think that tomorrow will come. And I’ll still be called about a big ego just being a bum.

No, I am not really complaining though. Nor do I believe was Nero with his fiddle and bow. He probably laughed long into the night. As his own Rome fell in the fire light. Never to rise again would be a great big sin. For a human such as I. No, not to make children cry. I’d rather work on a pleasant change. And in my heart, love’s desire to arrange. Till again I prophesied on such. And shun possession of a need to crutch. With exercise of my freewill and mind. Serious in guise, roundabout wary to bind. Myself with foundling love. Lost for days, a winging lonesome dove. Settling down for a spell with me. Some given while, until dawn, when I set her free. To rise away stylized by sky. She’s leaving now, going on her own for a fly.

Alone again by myself. Personally concerned with my own good health. I can usually do anything I set my mind to. Yet these dreams elude me and I am made blue. Nothing seems to stay the same. Getting up at night to start a new game. Watching out my window for folks going by. Waiting for tender memory to bring me a sigh. I have walked the road enough to know. Which way heads down and what’s the way to go. A new day will come and I’ll be okay. For I have made up my mind to join in the play. Of wakeful thoughts that are entertained. By the store of wealth in a millennium’s grain. Judging by the look of things. I found out much about the price of an Angel’s wings. They’re heavier than most and weighed in gold. Made to bear you up to where the thunder God’s are bold.

There’s a heavenly score. Embattled and twixt in the loath of my lore. To speak kindly of such things as need. When babies cry, them life you must feed. Yet why this fear at the garden’s apple. Does a long pony ride bring sweat to our dapple? What men perform their very tricks of certainty. None who’ve ever heard of Athena’s great weavery. For she would surely tear them downs. And rip to shreds their fiendish crowns. Passing lythe out of hand. Numerous grains kept in an hourglass of sand.

An essential Deja vu is superconscious for a moment. Till I realize my instincts are what makes the feelings so potent. Without reason I am grabbing at straws. Chasing a fox and in the mud finding the print of his paws. So afraid at the braying of the hounds. Thinking of a den far away and its more familiar sounds. Growing around in singsong cantabile’s pace. Nurturing and weathering the animal in the race.

Of ephemeral whimsy I am fond. Strengthening for keeps the the permanence in a bond. Rascals and dodgers parade on the floor. Counting the hours golden in store. Infinite slumbers could never be my lot. If I could only awaken in these dreams that I have got. A genuine bed’s rest each and every night. Could no more than hinder my visions’ foundering in flight. They need a dark caress for their shades to grow. Even as Orion victorious in his hunt a great horn does blow.

Poetry oft lyrical in doubling quatrain. Happenstance quoted in a new refrain. A chorus rises to beseech the Sun. Bursting forth in solar flare where Apollo’s horses run. Afternoon’s towers mystical and cherished by the eye. Stealth and quickness to gain the Miller’s rye. Moonlit harranguing of the utmost intense. Come bachelors among us so tary a few gents. Guests of the household with a fortnight’s stay. Endeavour to practice a magic in hopes of a repay. Finite strathing of lightning warp above the sea. Fisherman’s boats from from gathering storms flee. Choring a crewe of werks come clean. Dusting of a books pages foreboding foreign letters mean

Wise Gymnasium Treats

Once, when I was 21 years olde, I went to sleep on Christmas Eve, in a Gynasium with about 60 other people. It was all gentlemen and we were in Los Angeles and the gynasium was serving as a men’s shelter. I was in the middle of the room. I had an acoustic guitar and a backpack under my cot to worry about but given the general report of murmering voices in the candlelike light and the wealth of good Holiday spirit that all of seaside Southern California is known for, I worried not and slept through the long night. I believe it was about 10:00pm and I think I slept until 5:30am the next morning.

The entire trip I was on had started when heading out of Eugene Oregon, looking for a Thanksgiving Meal to go to with the folks at ‘Welcome Home’, I had misplaced the road I was supposed to be on and was faced with the possibility of traveling quite a bit further and took that opportunity to continue my trek. And so within an additional day or two I hitchhiked all the way down to Santa Barbara CA. I arrived downtown late and caught a musician in need of some help with his gear and to thank me for my service eventually offered me the ride that would be my final leg into the city of Los Angeles.

This was specifically Venice beach where I can remember simply walking out beyond a cement outcropping into the sand to seek my bed. There with a tough camping sack and upon finding a depression in the ground I fell until morning into restless blissful dreaming about Tinseltown and Hollywood. Hearing the waves and some few nightbirds I was able to get to sleeping a good night’s rest before the rising Sun and the sleep in my eyes woke me from my dreams and showed me to a good and really new kind of day.

This is how I began my five week stay around the beaches and on the streets of Los Angeles in 1989

It Is By Attempting To Bring About The Singularity,,,

It is by attempting to bring about the singularity that people capture their most sussinct image of ourselves in the throes of our craft and we are thus best branded. That distinction of consciousness. That subtlety of charisma. The very fine and high meter of one’s personal effects and really driving home the whole and real reason for capitulation and surrender in the first place. We know that we will be judged and if it affects how we allow it to touch our feelings it will soon become apparent in how we are treated as well.

For we really do happen to stand outside of the general familiar with communal spirits. And in the accumin of personage, in the bearing of those standards for our craft and our spirits we are well to admit that circles close as well as they do open.

If not to say anything more about it than we eat our crow when we have our own foot in the proverbial mouth. And we soar beyond the elan of the zietgiests in the ragged but right way our temerities and wandering pathos are met with bye and bye. This at the tipping release of efflusion into the pondering of one’s own recondite gatefold midlife crisis. What is further defining of how now it is our path to an admittedly acceptable reign through the acquiescence of ascension.

Having passed on the ecliptic of the Vulcan pineball trotter and going the rounded diamond back to home without striking repasses of a formidably pangyric proof. The levee is no longer on our host, the maven. Who gazing daily upon the lawn as if in a scheme of prophetic acceptance. And as well in countering trouble by waylaying thoughts of a deluge that here anyone knowing participation is also them of a mutual and chi matter at personal attendance toward detail. Even at the affectionate interplay of touchstones alighting upon reminiscence and rare invited intrigue.

The age of the adeptus and all good company thus inclusive in taking up launches and verily secreting away the arc of that career path. Becoming likewise arcane and more robustly stout realism. A gainer of a subjectivity gone hard. Lowing ilk and the commizeration of playing the gaited ball fields has too within its cheer a sympathetic gauge. Now the look of a sometimes bleak, sometimes dreary road in from the country to a local set of streets.

Swift on the mall of a dog walking, a person jogging, and about 3 assorted riffraff doing their best while. All sitting under a single tree singing in their present tone the dirge to the vapid ages. Concerns withstanding of those presently attending haply amongst the consideration of business during the time passing.

Some few necessaries to make the best out of clemency in weathers also become apparent. Giving into one’s bedfellows and thus of an order to secure the initiative of possible outlyers for countering, philosophically speaking. This the train of ardor usually included in making due with the confab consensus. Each character heading up the camp and rapping with one another merry in the guise of passing ’round an afternoon hoot.

Not to get noticed for anything to quite perfectly historionic or verbosely thrown out of the mind in some offhand extemporare. And worthy once again of mostly, gladly, tything discerned their little church pew out underneath the daytime stars. In this the sublimely well cast, and by rote, from most beautifully kept veneration of a synod for its sugar.

Also of a simper and a wan and a smote kind of peeling at a more accustumed preparation for this laughter,,,, In being, the wellness of simple humanity adjusts really to hanging out parkside today enjoying the local brink of skilly scally closetkeepers and their tea. The levity of time wellspent is a passage of euphoric temerity and subconsciously drifts from numeries of selflessness to the very uptake of charge.

It is romantic and it is a founding. It supremely bows before the faith and does not stress beyond its mean. It is a satisfying and solid turn of decency. The passion it demonstrates is made out to welcome. For it is both timely and a beautiful thought. That respect I would trust and that indiscretion if it need remit is a sane and so soluble function of refrain from one’s own shame or fear. In tune with becoming one thought, one decision, one peace of holy and inequivable uninterrupted mind.

The Corn & The Vine

Rationing of reasonable foodstuffs has alway been a cooperative effort of the highest endeavor. At least in my opinion. And as that is so thus and even more so what is the reward of having chosen to let the Earth flourish and flourish abundantly.

In order to better affirm the writs of my langours into what betides a fitting parlance and rhetorically speaking to do that up in the conquest of those things I may allay one with another in some hopefully good sense of simple resiprosperus action. The holding of coats aside any who do not aspire to reeve at the commonweal with the matters of feeding a nation.

The many hungry from the seclusion of spirits and seeking the comfort of a daily prayer. In so many ways does this eventually lead you back to the simple need for one’s stover and draughts.

By the merry tide of expectancy. In the gladsome raring of memory with the potential to expand the witness of selfhood unto the realm of all the many possibilities for compunction in the masting of cates. Rite assuaging the guttural truncation of a time to refresh. Acquaintance with this paradisical continence and the accountability of breadwinner does not leave one alone for the reach of faith that is steadfast in the actual belief in what assists us to exist lifelong from birth onward.

Should we by the time of responsibly and satisfactorily safewise and manifesting maturity of aptitude. Larder enough to turn with and discern merit or otherwise bear in the functional indemnity of terce branded cross or incrementally the moniker of tenderness and viability with gumption and cheer.

To see is prayer for guidance in order to mature to the point where one may be responsibly sensible. The extent of the adventure that we take in grasping our becoming is neither to be set aside in the way of good company nor what sanctimony there is in a familiar table or the head and nut of interspersed manners of assembling our needful store.

To greet peril with props for the drama that fate is in our core and what grounds we have for enculturation of those same endemnified characterizations is no real trepidation but a put on. Give up the caveat to the gerrymanderers of later days. Nothing to say 💭 is a pessimistic way of airing that moot is the worst and most egregious feeling of being a lack in a world 🌎 of untried respites.

Recipes for reminiscence amongst the mingling days of a well drawn interlude. At such a juncture in the day and its diet we should guide the foal and the pup to remit and acquire the gnosis of a fitting condition for continuining on with good relations succinct in the convivial art. At while the wanton or bereft may hale other shores. Not to tell the dam to break before the Lord. As well the faith in a happy grave supercedes its soporofic need for contest.

To eat and to eat well. By God Thank you Lord

Synod’s Eve

Cattails and reeds. Goose feathers and down. The levee on the pool. The weather on the Storm. Northern climes, the bog, turns from without in looking from the wide to draughts upon the wind. This concertine of apathy has fish morns to look over the moon. A sundog howls with Western dreams. Venus breasty meads the listing tide. The ocean wall resounds with deluge and icy freeze.

There are the aeon and the mileu. In that now is awarded the heretofore matter commending pony ride swagger and truck for the unwary idle dismount. A Corniche inn makes out with the train of mediant pines. Jack fruit is firefly. The ochrest jiles pedía flip qicks and hires. A linger of bobs skills a pecker their buggy ride to muggy digit wood.

Olden hammer and the scenic flow. A quartz diadem makes out giving rave spirit to the rolling tomorrows’ wake. With every evil befitting a wrench monkey left and the precariously ajar lid of á rusticus cully bough in the nondescript portion of remaining foodstuffs out of a moldering tin can.

All that deposed quantumineous agra dab. The green overflows. The muskrat hidden in the skinny and daft daisies. Máx mudgeons idiom out testwater lea. The ganders’ there wicky upper arcane gladness. With a booter and a jug the grand bloom in dizzy tinctures passion.

Step awry in dime draw and scurry your mully pie 👣 over the footfall. Situado amores los piedalias quinton. Saphire goes mission down and plugs in his dress mop. She must be kept sabor.

The newest griller a lexithumb gets bitten buffet style for mass of laúd and dreams. The bonnie wait has no time for plodding drives of South darker houseknot to greet with her herded. No and guessed the content carters de mi hast a caster anders and plucks. The hissy bugaboo japes and monkeys. Mister skanse the limit ripens. The ousted camps a diurnal spleen.

Midnight holes up with dreams gone dawning light-press. The stamping absurdistic stagecraft goes off with doggers chips and spackled exegesis in the name of consequence. Left your morning to be wrested from the sleep of good olden pan. Mustered 🍞 in the garage and grunge of back room studio gloomers’ reprieve. A sunshine smile and the end to the repeat.

Between Stops

If the rancorred out of alms surfeiting quidditch bedlam were, all sudden and joyous, to say we do receive you. Your joy, your pain, your serious examples of precience in your charge. This is the calm repose of an expectant and much concerned citizen. The queries unto the publishing of pride at a time like this is persona non grata at best. There are inequivably straight and narrow passes to roll by but for the inner lambaste of the hilarious ‘five spot’ returned in the middle of a trafficking street.

Why do you appear so full of glee? What does Saturnalia and wassailing must have knitting the psalmody of Providence. Is error to do with going a souling up into the Winters for solistice. The other side of the Moon is cracked open by taxidermist duck waddle. There are schools of ‘Bluebird’ busses that make their way pre-dawn down the same passes as the Roman legions in the Mythraic gear. The souls of Osiris and his children make due on the Summer side.

The tropic of Cancer takes her bath in a wheelhouse. There comes as well the Sud of that once archipelagoic North tolerant transmigrary of nascent love, long under the chase of the quaint and contrapted. The Orient makes final assessment by consensus of the high borne heirarchied repasses going up a frustrate pitch at the sight of a yearling hopping at the door. The breezy fireless equine strength is almost undue the remittance to savagry by the Levant and it’s sequence of events.

This makes most certy the bough is not to go nameless. As at last there arrived the old man with penchant airs. This all culumnating upon the mileu like airborne rectitude and mourning of the esplanade. New days dawn right on up and out of that same get back and stamp enth degree. Same as the time on my travelers’ papers I got a long ride back to tinsel town and Hollywood LA. There’s a tree cutter got to miss his date. And the deserted confab hutch has a few cats’ prints to explain for itself.

With these few time honored figs and mints of my imagination may your calends end upright and your domain get you through the steps your taking in your life today. This is returning and this is awakening. May your songs upwell bright. If the child is a million strong give him the 4th estate for his bearing and moor. The thoughtpot and the ringback vicarious be with you. Live and Let it be lol The BuddyHollyWoodyGuthrie Sign fly bye to you and you and you.

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