to have had and to have held, and, to have.

lets fall asleep together, in each other's minds' every night, forever at our nexus, past this vortex, through the hurricanes, in the sand standing in horizons' soft-speak-easy light while the waves caress the shore and sighs, the windy lake or waxing, waning somber sea wherever sways Muskoka magic tapestry-love-cradle hammock of our gentle breathing soulheartminds lets hold each other dearly and be each others balance on a crooked ledge or swinging abyss tightrope bridge on the ever glow horizon flowing piecing back together all our gifts and wounds disremembered eternally embraciously recaptured in tiny creaking fishing boat we float so steady and while riding time forever still believing

...Garden of Rayzers

i need.... a place (home???) by the water, à weeping willow.... what else. what will those who biologically planted the me seed from, planted by me or from me ? for-to-say choose? so god damned front yard gardencentrical!

strings n strands

Of strings n' strands and often ropes and catapolts Thrust into and among electric neuron storm i fly In flashing cluster nebulae Aurora borealis ice chime... Hypnotized Enchanperfectly imbal'nced....tilta'whirling galactic clouds of haunting mirror rings The sky That is dense then vast Then day n night At every blink that is each thundering Lightning pulsar in my giant dwarf galactive yet so fragically ungentle and unbalanced gently storming anxious space-rock fracking mind Of cosmic frozen teardrops And distant deep-drilled somber sleepy neptune rings Says the narcissistic naysayer on his voyage through reflection condemnation On the hailstorm howling seas that all its debts and downpours bring

inexpliscious

Well i was lookin for a guy hanged by his own penis. .. Im basically hanged by my own mind....with testes at the end of the brainstem which is a dried up amniotic sac Da jour Da jour Soul soup da jour

curbside ornaments

I am speechless and my heart is yours to feel beating along the open road that is together ours....joined Just now On e-highwire I think i was going on other trains of thought but ulterior reigned supreme through tired distracted clusterendeavorsyourpoet....a rare strange bird Alleyways and corridors and other frames of mind And curbside ornaments some previously undiscovered And others that are those still Yet To find That Shine Along the shadow puppet busker borderline Just now! I am speechless and my heart is yours to feel beating along the open road that is together ours....joined Just now On e-highwire yourpoet....a rare strange bird Alleyways and corridors and other frames of mind And curbside ornaments some previously undiscovered And others that are those still Yet To find That Shine Along the shadow puppet busker borderline Just now!

Oh; for O

Oh; for O...You button up my collar and straighten my bowtie....correct my wishy washy passive slouch in postures passive presentation...look me in the eye and sigh....then you will your windy star-wish and blow gentle, sleepy dream-kiss monarchs all around my somber mind. good luck say... N' take my hand in the warm, confident unknown, aglow we dance the ballads open rhythmic road to infinity's romances...together where we fall into a dancefloor fairytale and waltz to second chances