we call it it it has no name it takes a beat to keep it dancing it plays no games been out of sync but sometimes feet tap in unyson the tune that makes those flowers bloom those eyes fall sleep and wink out sadness /Serious Smart Wave, Sparkling Smile, Conceals A quirk, & Flying Kindness/ . . . we call it it it has no name it takes two beats to keep it swinging call it by name, no name but sense, no sense but Love, and Freedom Fighting /Freedom & Love, Communal Fight, Sweat Flight & Float, Sense Out Of Darkness/ . . . we call it it it has no name it takes three beats to keep trip-hopping pet freedom fight, and all that jazz all masks no masks those freedom fighters life is a cabaret and all that zazz sweat flight & float, Breathe & Smile look at how beautiful, you really are, facing the camera, or just behind it. caressing, monochrome, creative, angle . . . we call it it it has no name don’t call the time do freeze some moment desire deep spread around and fix those wings for artsy causes Seize that chance Sweat and spread Sweet and salt Together dance Listening to the Eternal Ephemeral Beating Song, By the funky river, Late at night, Under The Existing Trusting Illuminating Moonlight. Elated Dance. Respect, Accept. Without a name, This is Still A Loving Pet Paw Song, You're a beautiful reflective poem too. Admire. Think. Be human. I am, I think, I doubt, I love, Still great Being Naively Human Do. love. Evolve
You look into my eyes Through my eyes Past my eyes Beyond my eyes, Aye, Private Eye What is there For you to see, Through this Virtual Omniscient Window? Shall We Close Those Shutters Now? A slight draft Crawls up My spine, We do not want To get cold, There is so much Salt to sweat, Sugar to taste, Songs to sing, So many Poems to Caress. Still. Winter’s Coming Soon. We do not want to get Cold now, Do we? Aye, Private Eye What is there For you to see, Through this Virtual Omniscient Window Into YOUR Tangled Mind? You look into my eyes Through my eyes Past my eyes Beyond my eyes, An iris puzzle, Incandescent Brown, Yellow Unspoken Words, Magic Dark Illusions, Teary Fearing Songs, Innocent Crackling Laughter. Sensual Anger, Dark-tinted Angel Heart, Poetic Loop, Unblinking Self-reflected Mirrors. She looks into your eyes Through your eyes Past your eyes Beyond your eyes, Your private Pair of eyes Shooting a vintage Voyeur short. Strong Frail White, What is there For her to feel? Nervous laugh Forehead caress Hairy blow Eyes that drown In naïve Intensity. Do smile, Do Private eyes, I kiss your eyelids, If you kiss mine. Close your eyes, Aye, Those Very Private Eyes. Do. Keep. Eye-smiling.
∞ Meandering Morning Mood ∞ My brew’s gone cold, I question why I doubt Myself So much The wind Keeps howling Out that window, And I can’t hear at all Even if I could It would all be noise But the mirror On the wall It reminds me That it’s not so mad It’s no so sad . . . . . . / Gimme Gimme Gimme (More Sound After Mid Night) / Momo wanted to bark, He needed An autograph for Nina, That’s his little Red-ribboned Pet paw Man, She’s only 3 months’ old, We waited in the incensed Warm room And you just Didn’t come That’s pretty puzzling, bro You are like their Sampling Idol, We waited in the incensed Warm room and you just, didn’t come **Damn** . . . . . . ∞∞ Velvet Dew ∞∞ My brew’s gone cold I question why I doubt Ourselves So much The wind Keeps Whistling Out That window And I can’t hear at all Even if I could It would all be noise But that mirror On the wall, It reminds me, That it’s not so sad It’s no so mad . . . . . . // Paint It Dark // Fallen Casual Touching Hearing Causing Pain But There Is Gain It Took A while To Find Read Sight No trunk No funk, No pain No needles, Paint It Dark When you So Desire But do keep Rollin’ Lunar Starry Fallen Angel Stones There Are After all . . . . . ∞∞∞ Velvet Dew - Mug #2 ∞∞∞ My brew’s gone cold I question why I doubt Ourselves So much The wind Keeps whirling Out That window And I can’t hear at all Even if I could It would all be noise But that mirror On the wall, It reminds me, That it’s not so sad It’s no so bad . * Epilogue * Meaningful Meandering Mood In Real Life Wishing They weren't A Broken Mirror Gimme Gimme Gimme Some Funky Whispers, Bro And Blue Velvety Whiskers Too. Respectfully yours, Meaningful Morning Mood . . . . . _-* P.S.: *-_ (. . . Yes . . .Again . ) No actual Trunk Mannequin Was harmed In the writing Of This Noir Silly Respectful Pastiche Of Rap Rock Kitsch Musical Sample Masterpieces On This Sunday Writing Morning, Post Lyrical, Looping, Finding Thyself Deviance, Enjoy Your Sunday Reading, Folks.
Not long ago, Barely three weeks Gone by, A wise woman warned me— With that slithering snake Watch out. Hush, hush, & Keep her (slightly) Tamed, Yet Alive & Lively, Snakily-snake, Hopefully, Fightingly, Kicking. Trust your intuition, She said, She said, There is more Than meets Some virtual eyes. Calm down And swim, Breathe and cry, And purify, Hush, hush, & Keep her (Slightly) Tamed. Yet Alive & Lively, Snakily-snake, Hopefully, Fightingly, Kicking. Steady that pace, Get back that strength, For those that help, You keep keep it Flowing, So they can sail, Through those Unpredictable Stormy Ocean Waves. Alive & Lively, Snakily-snake, Hopefully, Fightingly, Kicking. Wise woman’s Last words Were— Keep writing, Reading, Sharing those verses, That both elate, And eerily Get you to flow, And think, And love, And grow. To keep fightingly, Yet Lucidly Dreaming, Alive & Lively, Snakily-Snake, Kindly Kicking, Hush, hush, Good snake. Trust your intuition, She said, she said, And I guess that’s true, That not all déja vus Are painful, Souls just forget, When casually tired. Or scared, That some memory They should re-create, As one dark Hairy Lonely Funky Loving Soul Once said, Once said. Sometimes Playing with fire Is needed, No fear Of getting Slightly Burned, Taming That snake, Glimpses of Ecstatic smiles, Such lucid dreaming, Fire-walk With her, Keep her Alive, Snakily-Snake, Steadily, Kindly, Kicking, She said, She said. Trust your intuition, Do what you want, Just read it wisely, Kindly, Lovingly, Such Lucid Dreaming
I am crying, I cried and cried, And when there was No more crying to do, I still cried And Kept Crying, Uncrippled cry, For the creative Nurturing Cradle I feared losing. I was in search Of my own Helium Moon-ful Turf I’ll wait, I’ll stop crying, But sometimes Crying Crying Crying Brings Tears of Joyful Blissful Pleasure All badness Has its anti-polar Goodness. Do not Stop Crying Being Writing Hearing Hearting Sharing Reading, Out Of Loving, & Giving Darkness, With words No words. Transparent & Demi-noir, Saddened & Waiting, Leaping In Tearful Red & Yellow Faith, Soulful & Trusting Kindness. Poetically, Crying, Yours, Transparent Noir
I - Growth I am not always serious, I smile I can be quiet, I can be loud I am small Yet Every Now And Then I can bark. Out. LOUD. I looove stretching, I looove walking fast, I am sometimes lazy, Or picky, Sometimes I rush II - Un-centric Devoted Thanks I ask for people’s rubs, They always Have my back In my very own, Hairy, Silent, Language. I thank all the people That have, Singularly Or Collectively, Helped me. Or hurt me. Or hunted me. Or haunted me. They have Helped me grow, Into a better Version Of My Very Foxy Self, As I hope I help them. By licking, By being present, By taking them For cool Urban Philosophical Walks I hope I do not Get them Lost I am so naively cunning! Oh and I say sorry, If I have ever Hurt them, With my harmless Cunningness III - Devoted Intuition I deeply love, I trust my gut, No matter How peculiar Some of those Belly rubbers Are I am stubborn, I can fight even though I do get tired of fighting, sometimes, I just need To snooze... Will you rub my belly When I wake up from my Barkfull Dreaming? If you do, I will keep sharing My words of canine wisdom, To whomever wants to listen, Or finds the time To read my doggie Verses (I ain’t at all wise. Yet. wiser than my human, i indeed am. No preaching!) IV - Calm My human is grand, But i know She would And should Willingly Take a flexible Helping Hand - But that is just My tiny dog Perspective On life Some Translucent. Quiet. Deep. Blue. Unambiguous. Melodious. Waters. Would do her good, Too. V - Selfless Self Trust Slow flow, Smart living, Light out darkness, Fun-Pain-Unwise, Dog-People-Rule Live-In-The-Present Nothing-Is-Certain Thinking-Is-Great Old-Souls-Remain And smile (...entirely un-ironic no human dog is ever capable of irony... ...to my cunning foxy knowledge) Do you feel identified? Silently Bark! Let Go! Belly Rub! Good & Loving Karma
those who read well can’t listen. those who listen, can’t read swells optical illusions, subtle splashes, throwing cobbles into bottomless selfless wells feel full frail, & sorry flowers, wishful thinking, bound by infinite spells those who read well will listen. those who listen, will read well feel full flower, infinite subtle splashes, such a hurtful, hurting, heart-felt, poppy tale. optical illusions, wishful thinking, flower power. yet, still. so. very. deeply. subtly. Frail
Tempo, Float, Wise & Angel Lines, Learning To Flow, Taking The time, While Still Drowsily And hurtingly Beating, Badly, Through the roads, Going slow, And then speeding. Tempo, Freezing time, Lovingly, Badly, Seamlessly Beating. Blue, Sincere Heart, Hellenic Dreaming. Fall, Wise & Blue Lines, Learning To Flow, Me & Thyself, In stellar Tempo, Lyrical Tingling. Burning & Fluid Smile. Life-long & Loving Learning, Touching The Sound, Taking Thy Tickling, Heart Throbbing, Subtly Mind Blowing Hand, Serendipity.
Perfectly Imperfect, Pure & Blemished, Tarnished Blue & Black. Blind Faith That Levitates, Weightless, The longing soul Is Mad. Like a dream, Dozed In blueness, Mindful, Joy Of Black. Bookworm Veiled & Voidless, The frailty's All inside. Dazed & Confused. Weight-less Soul-full Vedic. Perfectly Imperfect, Soul-full Dazzled, Dazed & Sad.
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