A heedless apparatchik, I came to my senses later to strum the alert.
Modulating the self raises the stakes
according to types of daring.
Don’t be offended, demonstrate
a simple skill.
Self mastery begins thus,
With pencil marks across gessoed
Pearls — trance police
— I’m not sure anyone can
deal with them... turning into a
Spectacle — They’re taking dictation
put into thinking doing the math.
Space parlance & more intuition —
rhymed with situations beneath disappearing
Molecular
effects.
2/12/25
41: An abstract, pretty temptation below gentle laughter: Ay,
Beauty for your years .. Ah me.
Ay blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / then-forced-absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Ay. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even: Ay. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of your beauty and my liberty where you are.
Beauty for your years .. Ah me.
Ay blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / then-forced-absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Ay. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even: Ay. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of your beauty and my liberty where you are.
50: A hip cast of super angels strumming harps, an encore of Zeus Arrhenothelus
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far the miles to me are measured from my friends and joy left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members come on —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning bearing my weight.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind,
Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are away while I am on my way at my travel’s end.
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far the miles to me are measured from my friends and joy left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members come on —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning bearing my weight.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind,
Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are away while I am on my way at my travel’s end.
2/11/25
Start for free. Let’s call it bones to pick.. or the end of the beginning.
The front gate still won’t front. Its end (or the front end) is or is not a pity.
How does not knowing intrude on want of liberty?
Once I produce Spot, a dog.. he’ll be playing his surrogate, Spot Two.
Both their microns need a moment before emptied of vague alterations. And now, Three! In no time!
while intrusions encompass all doggie forms freely, coincidentally.
We once thought.
The front gate still won’t front. Its end (or the front end) is or is not a pity.
How does not knowing intrude on want of liberty?
Once I produce Spot, a dog.. he’ll be playing his surrogate, Spot Two.
Both their microns need a moment before emptied of vague alterations. And now, Three! In no time!
while intrusions encompass all doggie forms freely, coincidentally.
We once thought.
Sonnet 93:
Better to live more as love may near
— supposing I’m in many ways a deceived husband. So?
A coterie of enablers cooperates fully. For both of us,
a love interest is altered to look calculated.
For there can be no hatred in our eyes.
Tho, facing true love, the early light seems to
Urge us to go out, rehearsetoo much and get wasted, frowning, growing moodier —
Eve’s apple was Adam? One love’s face? Or another’s? You and I cannot know.
What have we if our heart is in another place?
Better to live more as love may near
— supposing I’m in many ways a deceived husband. So?
A coterie of enablers cooperates fully. For both of us,
a love interest is altered to look calculated.
For there can be no hatred in our eyes.
Tho, facing true love, the early light seems to
Urge us to go out, rehearsetoo much and get wasted, frowning, growing moodier —
Eve’s apple was Adam? One love’s face? Or another’s? You and I cannot know.
What have we if our heart is in another place?
2/10/25
— Let’s be fair, I’m not sure the partnership was an accident, joining boosters of equity.
Runic, compared to language proceedings now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan has been restated: Bodies of formulae destroy discursive fruit until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
Runic, compared to language proceedings now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan has been restated: Bodies of formulae destroy discursive fruit until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
2/9/25
132: I’d like to bend rules to wipe temperance from a finger painting
while we dress soberly for the pitiable sky out west —
It’s so cold there. A place for mourning w/ subdued pain,
along with rare minerals that turn back into tree colors back east.
Your eyes show I love you. They torment me most
where full stars usher both of us by your grace —
Alone, not half the sun nor half the glory from heaven
suits me more as your morning eyes become your face.
while we dress soberly for the pitiable sky out west —
It’s so cold there. A place for mourning w/ subdued pain,
along with rare minerals that turn back into tree colors back east.
Your eyes show I love you. They torment me most
where full stars usher both of us by your grace —
Alone, not half the sun nor half the glory from heaven
suits me more as your morning eyes become your face.
2/8/25
A disheartening work pile supposes its completion. A muse speaks up, tho, in dialog enhancer
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your low, meadow voice...
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ... speaking of meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your low, meadow voice...
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ... speaking of meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
41: An abstract, pretty temptation below gentle laughter: Ay,
Beauty for your years .. Ah me.
Ay blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / then-forced-absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Ay. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even: Ay. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of your beauty and my liberty where you are.
Beauty for your years .. Ah me.
Ay blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / then-forced-absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Ay. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even: Ay. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of your beauty and my liberty where you are.
2/7/25
Note: It’s impossible to separate understatement from early programmed utterance; both are newborn in an admissible sense, pitch. So that’s how pretending v coming close can be felt, my sovereign.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting. What comes first on a bender is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting. What comes first on a bender is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
41: An abstract, pretty temptation below gentle laughter: Ay,
Beauty for your years .. Ah me.
Ay blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / then-forced-absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Ay. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even: Ay. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of your beauty and my liberty where you are.
Beauty for your years .. Ah me.
Ay blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / then-forced-absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Ay. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even: Ay. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of your beauty and my liberty where you are.
59: Sonnets are ok, nothing new — going backwards here —
Let’s vote Labour —
an ostentatious luncheon in ‘old world’ pensiveness,
beguiling etiquitte, self-admiring praise.
I might say more, fool my brain, the one mended by you and your composed image but
I stay in character.
More sure — we’re easily freaked by what antique words
dig up and how re-inventions get composed, still we have to keep our wits about us
— looking back under whose
thumb? And am I yours?
Let’s vote Labour —
an ostentatious luncheon in ‘old world’ pensiveness,
beguiling etiquitte, self-admiring praise.
I might say more, fool my brain, the one mended by you and your composed image but
I stay in character.
More sure — we’re easily freaked by what antique words
dig up and how re-inventions get composed, still we have to keep our wits about us
— looking back under whose
thumb? And am I yours?
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