Think of practical philosophy yet?

I see all these thoughts as the field of the known.
The old trees tell stories of love and death.
The ground is a little soggy.
A hunter from long ago moves through the trees
setting traps
He catches religion in them.
The thoughts make him blind having known
himself, here.
I would like him to know that he loves the earth as much
as his philosophy will free him.



























Through the room
I don't know poetry

The face is of someone, almost so recently,
Who doesn't know the face of another someone almost so long ago.

I would pull him through to pull him back
I would bring him back to pull him
I am the one

The inversion is infinity divided by self,
or the things that are
self

Oh, I would say your name
over many years,
each event to name the names in you that might pull you through
but the names I know could only be names named to myself to pulling through

Should I be born,
Oh, my brother your self is not increasing


any

any is the way of all things to be the way they are

That's what he needs to go through the room.

When I go through,
I am myself, with everything that has increased

any

to bring me to a new
presence
of myself
to remember another's dream
that I myself could bring you through

Oh my weak brother,
may life flow as deeply in you as it has in me.

If you have failed, in the last moment, even to know to describe
that what I had
was other than a failure in me,
let me tell you that I have shortcomings too,
that my compassion flowed out of the same sense of flaw
the sense that other's had the better and the worse
that the special occasion in someone, like that special day I had
was not different than the special day in you.

May I pronounce your name?
My name is as brief,
my name as long,
that you don't have to go through
if you don't want to,
but I did.
























To go up the path to me,
One should begin to think that he is you.
The front door is all broke up.
You should realize that the inside of the house, the mind,
is pathless.
One of the paths of fear is too much pain.
The other is age.
The journey begins by turning all religions back into the self.
Then, one looks at the infinite time, wondering, where his friendship lies.





























who can write about Dzogchen. My journals are my own personal suffering/bliss. I don’t feel like writing about Will. The three stooges can’t separate looking from its root. Why are there only five skandas? Monkey mind - Looking elswhere. Right now he thinks I can tell my little sister. “other” she says. Bats in the bell fry is not something to think about. Write one write two write three. Bending seeing tying knots in the sky. Young emotions which I remember. When I was a baby I think my parents were expecting something positive. This is open. It’s the power of belief. The pattern evolves a little every day, Except when the wether is bad and so on. At the beginning is somebody in the present.
pi. Phillip K Dick came up to me on the street - listen to children’s music mixed with rock and roll. He had writer’s block. Locking it in is form of madness. But this wake up call was a love song. In other words but now. One letter between cure and curse. One day the sun rose at noon - high noon. Don’t forget to breath when that happens. This other place where Maharaji is if time is.
So what! I’m writing right now. That is a tool.!! The obsession of time. I could WALK around some more. Somwe children have trouble talking about it. So I think my youn ger sister is going sane.
The baffling motherhood of knowing. I’ve been called on the dope smoiking motherfucker. The suffering artist in a youngster. Father! Mother! Sleuth. Papa Oppen and Mary Poppins. Writing about God. Sister. Bother. Best Friendlee rivals. Arches in the center of Paris. What happens. That’s trusting something that nobody would bitch about. 4
2 3
1

apple pie
and bread sticks falling leaf
by leaf to the poet
who thinks herself a prize fighter
or on the other hand all my teeth are loose.
so somebody said “I won.”
when she was telling me not to do that. Get Hard.
or if you can go beyond telepathy.
you must see her agreememt. Dare I?
Speaking to children who can have no regret.
Remorse. How would one go about becoming.
The dream is of an improvenent whic it depends on.
Get some of mine.
Tracking an argument to the pure zen mind.
The Man made his appearance. ‘its you,” only to a child who will not smoke.



that right thought.
the criticism is seeing it.


















Who is the merry person?

A woman woman named merry!
Do you know Susan is not named merry?
For why I am merry myself
But am named ELLI!




















the public army has scrambled
a code breakers doorway.
hes about a fifth of wiskey and eighth native.
in school we read books on suffering.
an electric light bulb just flickered on the other side of the earth.
how much wood is on the this side of the earth?
I would break a toy.
if it is in time my daughter sister Buddha smiles with her hands.
not everyone can carry the weight of...
Desire but only eat a little leads to a shop
where there is a hole in a roof.
in dependance upon nothing I make carrots. dark
blood runs through me. the language ocean opens into a stone age
breath starts seeing. first I said ladies first. shirt opens would she like
to be touched by me. I can tickle 9 year olds and make myself smile.
oh to be young at the time of the Buddha. begin NOW.


sight unseen in an echo of darkness
You bought the first ticket to China I could find.


less poison in the river means more food for fish and little critters.
the box contains one dream but has no sides.
bobs your uncle and fannies your aunt.
missle plant looming in a clear sky.
poles descending on carion to dust. self
preservation slugs at me. the straight line around the sun left a poem
in my backyard. the childrens books all say do this right now.
without this whats this one blink. who could I be talking to?
the etching could not be stared on.
he thinks hes one of the best and smart but you the man.
the jewel in the tigers eye lights a match to me calls out where? and gets shy.
what is very good? we made him we can break him.

4.1.99
























the first word here look skip
I didn’t know I wanted a little more dirt
most of what the people I have have not known
I have not known. Fencing - I am too sensitive -
with my friends, I knew I was too aggressive
the first moment

























the old words come slow like a river running through somebody
at the age of 50 sign of the time witch dakini
shift out of 13 to spaceless morning.
gadgets organize white skins mind is the tyranny of a peasant.
and he wept. We all die are born look at sorrow.
the ark beneath the rose is lost in a wood outside of india.
No personal passion in a news broadcast.
the tiger treed a bird. Who’s form will you not see?






















Pregnant Woman Give Birth to Someone,
Small as Someone Will Be

Strangely,
I have become
the words fill
there is someone
I should place
the world is made of
Then in the thought is I
but having is you
I bear less than this
you should beware me,
I am full of reality

The ways other than what I know are dead
are made of ways I in myself have escaped into death

To survive yourself is to become like yourself

Beyond completion, in the eyes of a beauty,
Or realization,
is nothing other than to know the world is the world,
that the small has as much at the end or the bliss
as the great mind of someone is full
of the bone of someone...

To best the moment is to best the preceding life

To know the besting for itself, is but another involution
Pregnant woman, give birth to life,
that the fragment I have seen,
may be different.


























The Art of Thinking

Thought there.
One thought go.
Thoughts all go.
Then noticing.
Thinking is one's way.
The way thinking is known.
The ideas
The ideas
the forgetting.
The I is knowing by thinking
One must not forget one is thinking.


























The Art of the NAACP

The art of human nature
Is expressed in his own
A way a way down language
Is a stair on which the bottom rests
And at the top on earth
Is the base of the summit.
To know of where you are
is a mark of many
And while a few gather round
All is made the it as you are now remembering.
Nobody knows me at all and remember him.
He is one I have seen many times,
My brother is myself as I am well known-forgotten.
As thought I might reach
He lives beyond death
Even as I try to think past life
To think a word of my brother of you.


























The Art of Smoking Organic Dope

Only a native can
Make holy smoke for angels.
To take the petal
of the world
Is to sleep in the holy land.
Perfection is the sleep of tree.
The younger brother
Is more beautiful than water
The cutest oh is fragrant.
Then, feathers show the way to fly
The fish grow algae teeth.



























The Art of Protecting the Son from the Father

Tall grass broke beneath small hands
I ran further than the wind.
I remembered Hermes the Greek God of me.
He said in my dream
"You are the mightest-warrior of
parrots."
My father, quietly, thinks I know where
he is.
There kind of
I don't know that one
I really remember
I begin to thoroughly scan the
world for apples
None of them are pairs.
The pear becomes myself.
A love begins to sign that I am
unlike my father.




























The Art of Protecting the Daughter from the Father

The smartest of us will not vanguish
The perfect of I is mine
There is a thought of him
Not only ideal
No there is no self thought.
She was a child of her perfection
Not the perfection him.
For a billion yearsI bred w/ myself
Today I look at angel thinking of
a great dream,
I fall asleep on my cushion
Groaning blacker as all before and all
who…
Look at me.
I live alone,
I am nearly dead.
My heart beats w animal joy.






























The Art of not Touching the Stone

There is a very old cross
Near a crossroads
By a group of island
Of Islands
Where no one ever goes.
The trick to escaping is not to love my people;
One should think of one's own people,
Why they like the art of friendship,
Why freedom is peace and acceptance.
The highest freedom is to know.
The summers are full of light,
The windows storms.
The longest day of the year is all light,
The women equal, beautiful
The men true as their way.

























The Art of not Touching Objects
Sexually for Someone Who Won't

It was a hand I lost
A mind that disappeared from something
holy
A trust, a joy, and all
No birthday, no friend.
There something non-aggressive about
a thing.
A thing that one could replace.
I had no doll,
I had no toy,
But lifeless lack of I.
Without me,
There was definitely no you
With you there it is,
And at the very end
At the highest peak
There it was again.


























The Art of Mystery Poem of Individual

One should never speak to an individual
3.500 years are not enough to draw
The individual's single desire
Or the thought of to not known.
A silence follows,
A true problem is the problem known
And inside the way
Is the holder of a mine.









































The Art of Finding One's Own Way

You do not have a talent with yourself
The main love is not broken
Most special for you is well.
Artist does not care.
Self is style of way
Man is all good
Woman, too
Important point always to find own way.























The Art of Betrayal

It begins.
The other
hot or cold
and
He is known
I am known.

























The Art of Aimee' Harper

Very young, I went to think
And they thought amiss of me all along
I was stitching little thoughts of thoughts
There the thoughts
There thoughts looked known
Even more so was the thought of food
The thought of house
Mother
Thought as well is still thought.
Now, I think my is to think
of properly the way of time.
Or that space where I learned not
to fit in to thought.
In another day I will enjoy another
thinking prayer
Tommorow all my prayer become
dream thoughts of me
And the day another day I want
A deep scar I knew want knew you?


























The Art of Dealing with Jeja

In this eye of me is always one's two
There should be most certain of love a safety for two
The self may join true way
Then for a thing is a unicorn's reality
It is one world and two self gender.
He speaks a language of one world for two people,
She herself cares not for him
He takes that and caves for two
Absolutely one.
























"The Art Of the Known"

Some titles of poems are elaborate
Some poems could never be long enough.
I should say that in ordinary way of knowing,
There is little one can catch that is known.
In the self,
there is an object
the knower of himself
the knower of the object

I have a multiple eye...
I can see everything
Or I say so.

The mind says the Way,
The living mind says I go on...

The absolute is in me by a name
I think I am in the world surrounded
with being known in the known
Ideas, places, thoughts.
























The Art of the Poem About Aimee Harper

She is the same
Without
Changing
Myself cannot write about myself
Knowing I write about
Therefore could not be well done.
In the darkness of the known self
She does exist in the writer's self.
To answer this woman
Was not a possible knower of negative
For she herself is she (herself) life.
I know my not-self is not other
Than her dream of her wife
Even so I love her herself not at all.
My meaning of love in me a dream
Come true for to live.
Yet love remains the same.

















The Art of Addition

There is a rock upon which world of joining rests.
Then there is a moment.
As I look at it,
I wonder immediately.
As the Buddha approaches
I am already laughing at how I died of old age.
The God's of me like you.



















The Art of Life Equations

One looks carefully at the various disciplines
Engaging religion
The all, every…self grows bold
With wise temperance
Truth is dissolved while a fish swims
Animals are known in their proper way
Plants become the stuff of years
The title of knowledge is the fastest
pace known
It has changed as much as the creator
While all else is a slower day.
The mind is a limit to contain the wild fragment
The knower a dream that an
ancient stone that cannot breath
Should not bend all towards life.

















The Art of Morning

As the sun rises
An evening begins to fade to rays
Still, I remember a transition, as one remembers
memory
Or that tommorow the sun rises again
Further a moment the world to see.
The brink moment
Is the perfect home.





















The Art of Spelling

To know the symbol
One must draw a sign
Enabling the way to be known
In the likeness of words are letters drawn.
Before language came not images
But foot falls leaving traces that could
not be known
This way was a feather
The other no sight
The signal a mere way falling + getting up.
To realize the flesh was easy.
To bend a twig…























The brother isn't smiling at me either

I know about war
I know about love
I know about just about everything

He said that he was a he

He said that he who was a he would know about war, love and
better than everybody who didn't

I would say that he really didn't know about what matters
better than a one eye'd prince

because a one eye'd prince has a one eye'd brother
a two eye'd prince is not more logical,
having a two eyes brother than
a one eye'd prince is not less decrease
than a two eye'd prince is decrease or increase
to a two eye'd brother increase or decrease

now a three eye'd brother is more complex to me than any
of the sinlges are not complex to any of the singles or otherwise

a five-eye'd prince talks better love than anybody else..

to him, a three eye'd prince doesn't get three eyes by five
and to him a three eye'd prince doesn't get a one eye'd prince the same way.

So you can understand a five eye'd prince's confusion when he doesn't
get a five eye'd prince the same way that prince gets himself or a one eye'd prince
but then you have the added complexity of difference.

If we add up all the differences, as being more than two....

well you can understand the confusion when
they all begin to act kind of funny in relation to each other.

This says nothing about what a one eye'd prince understands about a one eye'd
prince
what a three eye'd prince says to another three eye'd prince about another three eye'd
prince
what a finve eye'd prince says about another five eye'd prince...

then you have all the various combinations,
not to mention all the combinations of the
difference

and

sameness.

Want to figure it all out?

Go ask Alice.
She works at Mel's diner,
with all the others,
who want to know about people like me.

































The Art of Change

The aim today is for single individual.
The one who changes and the one changed
Carry together until both do not have
That is mistake of aging
Gap in mind there same
Difference of self
Mind forgets
At relation.
To hope is to die not trying
Is belief that simple.




























The Art of a Continual Infinite for Life

One begins as a child.
The relations stretch back to
the beginning of time
Which is usually when the child begins.
It is complex for the parent
It is the same for him.
It is a life for a sister.
He is love
Does not love her.
He is and there
Two and there
One and there
For a look
With thought
look thousands
Look monk or none
Look Buddha at I
Christ look virgin
Look forgiver
Touch and.
Infinity is a long moment to
think and…
Dancing is and…
Speaking and…
perfection…
holiness is and too,
To continue
is 12 same
and all of me is not
you infinity and not
every infinity and not…



They were there.
As I wrote this poem.






















In another way the stranger can see love...

I used to hang around a couple places,
Looking for all the right answers.
These were coffee shops, bars, and restaurants.

I remember meeting someone with a great soul
The wounded ones always have a good heart.
I think the idea of being in love is about as common
as it is rare to really find it.

When the separation begins, one always knows
that the heart will be coming back.
I don't like to make the trip.
Having to go out makes me come in.

The friend's house is empty.
I know all about why -
nobody ever really comes back,
getting something in the mind obscures absence
the house is empty because there isn't enough space for all of us
The important things were to live, to eat, to stay straight.

The stranger has the door.
I never really look at him anymore with a thought of self...

Who I am?
Well, a thousand words will tell a story,
Philosophy will bear me into intelligence,
Meditation and prayer give life...

I wait a long time before I address him.
It would mean nothing to be so particular
so as not to
Be looking for one of a kind.














No juice.

It’s list:
frozen salt water wit,
no more self-conscious children’s first words
coal from that no good town in the middle of somewhere
no meditation but too much time.

Just give traffic directions.
Think about good and bad.
Go to sleep with the water on.
Eat all the paper.

Don’t forget your first girlfriend’s name.
Betray your childhood as soon as you can.
























Not to induce another to Sexuality

The best is to enjoy sun-morning
As the stars drop arises evening.
To flush a light is self
The other is to be denied.
The mystery is that I change
That Y

She, he

will come back

And why

it is writ.































of course he tried to meet turf
the first flower of spring burst like a rock
the cool ground has just been reached.
sing tuskagee airman speaking.
pray for rain but only when lyt by a candle.
he can walk the walk but can he talk he talk?
that is a glance at AA.
this young man, hes very polite, is wounded.
Even the presidentof the united states sometimes must have to stand naked.




























Of the Having

I know myself and others.
There is another, all of them confound me.
I should say that I really don't answer you,
or that the discovery that you are I having
oh, everything that I have you
should say something...
I should say something
bear me deeper in my feelings
than all my feeling bear you.
Or else, the particulars name the self
self of all selves...
I know him too...
I would say all about the sun but I am too small
call me God,
or God's creation.
I should have my way, with silence and of words
not a hundred or a million lives could ever express you,
oh infinity.




























On Being Wounded

I remember being perfect.
Now, I see myself falling from a great height.
When I come to, in the hospital,
I'm thinking that it was amazing luck I lived.
Most people I think of as enemies.
I have pathways burned into me,
these movements will stop it

if I fail

I may be damned for a very long time.
He who is damned damns.
The sense of guilt in my life was not so much
a perspective or even knowing the answer you said I might have
It was all just that I wouldn't die at all.

























Peace
I.
In my dreams,
there is always a tommorrow,

what more would you need

for life
to live

than that there was a tommorrow to live in?

II.
I am ego.
All of my ways assert myself
I must be known as I was before, today, and known tommorrow.
My beliefs are right,
I must know my beliefs tommorrow,
and I am willing to die tommorrow for tommorrow.
I have no voice.

III.
I have died.
My children will not know me,
nor my wife,
and her husband.
I hold the secret to what all of us want,
and I will not escape you.

IV.
I am a poem.
My name has a feeling,
I am born into another world,
as though I could bring life to an otherwise full of life world.
I could destroy you, be full of evil,
or else, if you know me,
I could love...






























I know who him.
This means that I have always been him
his name is life's name
my life is small -
the shape of a few people
Even now I am misdirected...

He was a little man living on


your



island


where there is someone with your name
I have a name as well, you know.

I would sing every name as loud as
gunfire,
the birth of stars
and the little death in me has name -
He is just as small.


































I.
There was a very lonely guy -
maybe there were others
He would have known, there it is
the other side of an unknown, well, that what it is.
He wanted to hear a word back..
he would say to one of us, that twice made me feel.
How did that make you feel?
And another would answer,
Oh, long ago,
I felt as though I disappeared
that I had to accept the world as I had to discover it.
There should have been me and you,
a group made of this difference
that you had an anwser on my terms
was that I knew about acceptance a long time ago,
but what you had a long time ago was another story,
I told it after a while gladly,
and you were here as well - as full of self what it made a person a person
to say all the things that everyone had ever said,
well.
My name too, was created by others,
like all of us,
when I overcame, someone sang a song
when I failed even if I felt I must die,
I knew you were playing a song I felt you might die
and even in the small thoughts of the way you tie my tie,
and how I looked at you with my dark eyes,
I should have thought the years of knowing what I knew
might as well say that you were not as different as I was
or you had had fulfilled - how you knew that I had seen you
like everyone had seen everyone.


































There was a and another,
how should I know thee in time,
one and then another?
You are like the liking
the one and the one
I should catch fish inside a dream
Or else, the dream should be the fish
I have you too, other.
You are in my dream
My name is not empty of all this living.
I should find other names...
Oh, my way is not just as entwined
Or else, simplicity or religiion my name might say
My name is my name before I say it...
There must be something in my name that makes me
know my name...
he would turn back and know that all he had known was already known
or that the path of elaborations fulfilled itself...
My small hand is just as small as the smallest you can imagine.


























A circle

I have that you are
You that that you (areing) have
therefore you and I
are in the having of you and I.
You name is the same is mine
Do I always see it?
The answer may be that I do not
such as today
Likewise you could be older,
and have my name
he he he
the sense of circling and discovery is infinite
like my life,
but where in life could I describe an end to it?


































I.
before I am there, I am there. "thic naht Hahn"
Having it, the force of my name,
I would say such a thing
Purity is a state of not being known
Perhaps the light in my eyes
or even the equivalent of the sun
that joy may meet evil in this life
two children arguing over candy
I was born to parents
their parents live on in me,
I deserve their dreams
The dreams they were ready to leave
or which I escaped onto a petty landing
small as the beautiful hands of this life,
just my birth, as full of desire for the other
even as though tragedy was born
or that I might have seen all that he had seen
the little word is the capacity to see it all -
I have seen more than any other
but my eye is only so small.

II.
I knew that millions of people might say something
to all that had been seen,
as so many had said to their wives and children
that they would see woman,
really there was enough water in all of creation to feed only one person
I was not the only person to resign himself to drinking a drop of infinite water
enough for only one.
The lack of all a things might only be equated in their fullness
There are a million sights to see, neither one eye nor many.
I would think some priest had the way,
Or some love, a marriage, of life to me
but I was born
in my hand
as little as the world there was to see.

III.
I write to myself, almost as though a thousand years had passed,
but in just moment all my life is born, passed, lived and spent
in the thought that I might live it.

IV.
I look at you, the future, thinking,
oh that I were good enough to live a thousand years
in myself
to be good enough to live a thousand years,
to be worth it, almost at thirty, a hint that death may be...

I think of the future as a little child,
one I have known for a very long time
who I do not know well enough
to say that the fire of the future does not burn in me.

V.
The afterlife...
I am already riddled with guilt,
I was born and lived a thousand sins.
I should go into the light, for what I have done,
my eternity should be filled with what...
thousands of worlds filled with the things I have wrought?
My imagination on that note, is filled with the only human.
I should imagine that the world of the after is as beautiful as a dream I once had...



































Infinite fatigue -

I am working on Towards Positive Religions

It is very sad, I may never with a million lives enumerate everything there is to say about that. They say the Buddha's tongue is weak, but there is nothing...my tongue is a few words to say about a few things. How could I go over every Dharma, every prayer, and God and the soul to "translate" all of this into a directin towards the positive? People need specifics, and I cannot give them. I only hope that a friend or brother may reach more people that I could...

Funny thing about being Buddhist during this time. He would love the lives of all each in themselves as he himself. But I suppose the inside of that live has something, like the tendencyof me towards, well, the specifics of Buddhism I know. I apologize for myself, and that in you as well, that the world could not know something as beautifulas the dream that I think all of us share of our world, the world that life has given of us, of saying a name - a life - a life name - other than our own.

No, it is not just Dukkha. I watched myself die just then, as so often I do. My friend, Scott, the death of a dream is just the birth of so many million worlds, like my brother.

i would regret hurting him so much...




































It doesn’t look right - oh positive




outside my window for a moment
a man in a woman’s voice.
have I learned a song?
here down here.
for me for you.
this, these thoughts.

the meal I had in common
a child’s poem.
after fear.
I have a house of my own
with a glass roof.

the hinge
of a pebble.
I do not see
the gate -
the blossoms have
not opened.

the naked have been clothed.
there is not myself.
Fair Isle two miles of sea the
planes are down, fog.
related to the form in the air
a man’s net is full of fish.































leaf answers dharma-breath
picky nicky beneath the flag
down to the pebble
the tide dies a stupid rhythm
earth woman against “cry havoc”
only a geniuous can draw lines between stars.
complete “I want” tho empty
Italian peasants wandering naked skeletons
water flow up with sky curving
a good measure is a stick the lenth of an arm
behind the vault a moment of teens
bottom Grand Canyon the sweat
mix time with mind the child is you.
byten skin of intellect blind
stubbed toes feel pleasure now
certain people the name of love
calls impersonal sense of divine
Roman numerals II,I
bark seed stem laughter - how can you know me?
the end of two.

for God

2.9.99






































Love As - Can only be a small footprint

I can't have enough of something
I want enough to last me the whole way.
But what I really want is what makes me different
It is the footprint on the road.
All the other places in the world, the road ahead
the road behind.
It's a tragedy that this footprint left on my way
across the island looks lonely as I am making my way back.









































Love is good, love is a flower, love and hate

Love is good because we know it,
feeling one thing more than anything else
knowing yourself as I know myself
I can be awake, free filled with self

Love is a flower because
love is beautiful.
feeling beautiful is as good
as the inside of being self.

Love and hate never mix anymore
I could fill a broken dish with nothing
All there is to say about feeling, knowing
One kind of love knows them both
Hate knows nothing in me.





































1.
mature nature brush canned out of line
luke the white blond’s time is passing
as is mine
I have no curses left
from base of the spine
where She resides.
who will differ with 2000 years.
at the turn of the first millenium
we looked back and Heard the first words.
the pineal gland and so forth hold the future.
Ahh to be young! My heart
will not deny the obvious.
You mustn’t say so.
The world - took one look at history. One, two.
And the earth split in California. Atoms,
Formless, one would speak of union, bliss, emptiness.
My fragile house - do not burn me down.
I am un-created. Remember, its as simple as that.
Being told is living in fate. But you said we live in the same world.
Something coming going. Beyond birth and death. This world looking as
a petty theif. No one can love me if I look in your eyes.
Your eyes.
A young girl would not deny that great silent voice, which is the Dharma.
Hallaluelahhh.
The Sabbath’s faith never flickered. Who can say that His has?

2.
My older sister, “do you really want to be the guy who drew the star?”
In 3rd grade Mr. Lang took the year off to raise his baby.
Deeper in than that is the vow which you cannot break.
Look, like you don’t know it.
My brother’s cold is developing into egolessness.
Rain beneath the drama.
I don’t like poeple who impress me with words. Everyone knows who that is.
the old poet man who loved little boys. My wounds from child hood.
The end of fear and the birth of God.
Who has the last word? No man can end the name.

3.
The bird’s plume sits rock.
Om before and after icefall.
Lay down and die, o earth.

Sign falling glass goose.
Beech mode tongue, her baby.
Got lost in the woods.

Smooth lime and coffee-joint-beer.
No! Center, middle. Too big tooo little. I know.
She. Root, tile, Buddha
Electric lite. Associated with who?
Wonder of what is it!
The bird inside the sky....

letting go of the river’s attempt to be controlled.
contraction intside the snake.
Her meal sleeps upstate.

taile of monkey-mind with no shame.
A song was born when I washed my hands of you.
Squeeze sand’s texture.

the love of mother.
Doctor’s brush paints out the secret within logic.
Despaate attempts. At I.

4.
The trip is to cross the country.
Remember Keruoac? As with all
the past is gone the present is beyond and the future has not arisen.
The divine eye - curious that no human can conceive it. Yet we think
we were not made.
That is energy. Ego attempting to assert itself. The light
it is the purity of the love of being.
And so on until nobody’s left.
Out of disolution comes emptiness.
Mutter, from satan’s mouth came three words,
Looking love at suffering.
The bride of frankenstein cracked the oldest joke - “beyond suchness.”
Nothing beyond worlds.

5.
European squirells sign legal documents.
Politicking, the absurdity of correcting.
Ride the educator until he falls. A new child
born ahead of me. Now I am onto him.

My own father was not much of a Teacher.
Since that moment of dis-honor the challenge is released.
His Wife was my sister’s mother. Threw her pleasure above me.
The dictionary is coming closer.

Trees fall like Adam’s heart as The Man Above.
You can say the intellect’s failure, because you have it.
Circling sky mind when the known and the unknown touch - and part.
As all meetings, real, unreal, and on and on - who will protect us
from ourselves to himself.
My heart cries and for each tear her strength.
Who do I have to fuck to make it in this town?
It was a voice on the radio. A drunk, my friend, the end of the world is near at hand.
So what! I think I’ve found poision.

2-6-99



























May I kiss you in without objects?
Do words remind you of evil marriages
To people who the laundry together unhappily.
Not alone.
You can write
You might speak
You think,
As well, you know,
I would remember I was holding your hand
While you watched your poems.
About my laundry -
its downstairs
with my word of honor
that have already fulfilled
life's mission.
Tell me about your virginity
old mother.



























My death hundreds of years ago; Tony's death during this life

I had some hallucinations this year -
the Buddhists said that it was because I killed someone a long time ago that somebody would one day try to kill me

Little did I know, or expect,
That the person who would try to kill me was one of the people telling the tale.

How sad.

So friend, where do we go from here?
I remember quite well where I went last year,
and twice for a few moments during this one
But all of that is not something awareness, or rather, knowing awareness
will ever be able to change...

I should say that I trusted you,
and that
long ago, you trusted me.


































Newly he wandered over pages
writing writ
The energy of life is safe as well.





































Find your heart yourself

My way is the opening of the door.
I say to you that you have known doors.
Your heart is behind the door,
Who am I? The opener of the door?
Perhaps to know me is to find the door,
All of this within me, is the door,
You want to say you have found the door in me;
The only door is the door of them all,
wrapped up neatly in a name -
love.

I was not the source of all this

love

I was a man who came across all the things in the world
finding them in a particular way for you
and you said my true names were the names of the others...
It is so and it is not so...
To blame me, for knowing,
to know me for loving,
even to say that I was somebody full of the name
it was just as shallow in the deep,
as

I

had time to know...

My death was just a birth.
The infinity of attributions were limited,
and the sun and what I loved

oh that I had a tongue at all.
































For Sarah Adlerstein

I.
I've known disingenuous evil people
They were little sticks caught in life.
There is another variety of the disingenuous,
the disingenuous self.
This kind of person is full of good,
clears old path of dead debrie;
to me, as stick is just a stick.
One would like take the power of the earth
wrap it in love, put the love in the forest
and begin to know where the rivers come from.
The story of this old friend,
someone within myself
someone who I am within,
Is the path inside the wood,
The path of the wood on the forest floor,
The way the wood walks in a dream to the river.

II.
It was a situation in world gone wild.
A member of the group told somebody
That he would enter the building in the same way he always did.
He said he would enter.
I should have put my finger on it;
the words meant for me as they often do,
that I had known the building.
It was known, I was known, and the world was fresh,
As it always is, after many years, fresh to the thoughts
of a child who was older in the future.
The society was breaking down about this time,
Some people had known after only a few years,
That it make the doors of the world disappear.
Life was like that...
A love was born, a path of life made,
for nobody to understand
That the only thing that ever mattered was that it could have been saved.

III.
The man in me knows the woman very well.
Most of my parts are operating a little better than before.
I know words like two, like, as well as all the names for myself.
Having fallen in love, fallen as they say, is known,
I should think that many years from now my secrets will be known,
even better still, I will learn to write about myself,
to say my name in poetry,
a poem of such perfection and beauty,
that at least on the outside
the sense that know myself may actually be full,
of all the worlds of friends that they say are full of life.

IV. The Classroom
I sit with my courage, just a little, hoping I don't blush
While at the same time, wondering about the girl.
He still wants her you know,
This girl is of unimaginable beauty, a lesbian, like you.
I hope that acquiring life strength is perhaps
not the fulfillment of my life words.
We know them all, and interestingly, he says he knows them.
Last night, there, he was laughing.
The seeds in the mind, grow quickly after many years.
A number of claims as to who has watered them in the seasons
Are like the seasons.
I should always tell myself that in many years, the trees will look like seeds.
Sitting in front of one of them now, I begin to wonder,
Do I say, that this part came from me?
A clear night arises from the ashes of a burn.
They say the soil grows richer,
They say the mind would prevent it.
Here's a word, of the buildings...
There are a few natural beauties,
Around them, are the other ones,
They are the future love, a light burden,
or else one of the great stars, reflected from the forest floor.


V.


























Google Wife

Space Positive
Ion Charger
Red Proto
Zeno - Monkey
Time Integral
Life Relation
Knowledge >
Time = Culture
Nuclear Family Approaching Italy
Commies Laughin'
Porn stars mandax = substance
TXD-RON P-RON
Altibus
Animalae
Satap

porno = warno

Sex = Gender

I'm losin' it
boys
Alpha Chlick
Invasion plans
monkey

Which one of us is a black sheep?
Monkey 10 nice
Monkey cannot nice
Whitey is a bad man

GOOD HEART































Historicity of Sex + 60's "Good Time"

Lay on a drug manger
You'll find its not happy-c
Ice-T and Black rock
Well Life!
The times they are the SAM
On sho-no the a days are no freen
Fae ox - afeel a thought abide
A-no mind o' God 'll die
the day
A man a groned
A woman a sprig
a no a death a helper in
a mine of PLUHNA






























For Brooke Lehman

I don't really know why you waited,
Why you were in New York City
What I was doing there, too.
In a way you're an ideal.
You are a virgin
You do not kill
Eat people
Desire evil
Know harm.
So why did you wait for you're degree?





















I am certain
My answer is your question.
But here green flannel differs
with my bear root.



















I am the mother-man.

The ends of infinity a-meet
in one alone
for he cannot speak
for the twelve children
by a way of life
made of peace.

At the end of this infinity
is an indivisible life of all.
It might be a cross, for each of us,
of the love of nature,
our art,
or the love of family life…

Of the family of all people,

There may be a way to end the fight of my island as well.



















How to solve a problem

1.
The invisible evil sneaks up behind me,
somewhere in all of us.
Action, turning back, to fight...

Here's what several thousand people are mixed up in.
Then there's me, full of thoughts from last spring

As the snake begins to rear its head,
all my dreams of happiness fade.

I should have you inside the pain,
of the world of life,
but you are the one I fought yesterday,
and my lovely wife, light
has the same head.

2.
A platoon has arrived,
one of them is drunk and they can't get the others to join in
I would have told him that I was the one pouring the drinks,
but he advised me to wait it out.
The "opposition" is a band of thieves,
I have known them a long time, and invited them in today
for a test of strength, me and my broken back.
The soldiers won't do anything to help, and I know I can count
on the drunk one to help out with the dishes.

3.
Don't trust anyone
Anyone you see has you death on the hooks
or the item you purchase
I could spend several years to think a man is joined to man
and not to woman;
If you want to go, you can come
on the back of the snake -
the one who isn't born.

4.
The brother of the cougar
sells baubles at a corner market
the NY agent guts people daily
The bacon I was eating this morning is made of
insolvable wooden flesh
I am looking for no meeting for two does not equal three
Metallic letters are glued to the inside of an I
The only equation is one made of awake...
I should have watched this a long time ago...
take another look at an infinite problem in thirty years
who said that desire made me known?

5.
The conversation is of loneliness.
He could know that all doors may revolve around
a pair of knowns
you could never divide the nature of the person into more or
less than two, but also impossible to know.
Another system is the same.
With infinite failure, the war lasts for life.

6.
He thinks he can make a blueprint of words
That the inverse knower is any different,
May actually register the name at the voting booth
There is not time outside of possibility,
Because looking for the outside does qualify the
voters for a guaranteed good time,
He thinks he should look inside the blueprint.

7.
Trapped between in and out
where the fight is himself,
we circle the information
A lesson takes about a year,
For a stain to bear another's fruit
The madness is everywhere,
but if he works alone,
he works the snake.

8.
A sense of momentum begins to build up..
I could turn a win into the other
The source is broken in the "on" position
The only aid is the local plumber
with the same name as a baby sitter
He won't join in the fun,
He says, "my essence is like my name,
I could place you in a few words.

9.
Why somebody might have to kill a faggot.
He doesn't hate anyone anymore
but he can fuck harder than the mind will ever know.
His lover is not born before and tomorrow, the field is larger.
The reason to kill the truest black man of all instead,
is that that is my name.
The man will never help,
But everybody knows all across the land
That good things go good,
Painful screws screw deep,
That the way of the Buddha
is like a shallow keep.

10.
Ball bearings
are used instead of pin balls.
You'd never even think they wouldn't work
Becuase the facts are louder than getting to another room
where the pinball machines are jukeboxes.
The music is on the run
and a very long run indeed,
Because you run words that are pin jackets,
To a coat rack that doesn't allow stolen hats.
He would think carefully about the maggots in the lunchbox
but he will never see them in such a clean house...

11.
I know about friendly fire.
You take a dollar and you make two.
If you want to put the good of one dollar
in the bank
don't spend it on me.
I buy a book of poetry for a hundred signs.
All of them look like their made of one thing,
but ink floweth from the person
the person is made of self,
everything that goes on here, is a road
that goes back into the self through the ink
to life filled with water;
you'd like to fix me with a lot of water,
but my cup runneth over with poison too.

12.
The road to meadow villa
Everybody has something I want
The trick to getting it
is to go deep out into the fear,
look like everybody has something you want,
then go to Uragauy and ask at a small bar for Iguana Gold.

13.
Not to think about himself
is the first key to beginning to write something you know.
There no point lying about yourself
I know of millions of people who only want to help yourself, too.
The best way to pass yourself off as a nice person is to try to be really mean.
When first dollar comes in, act like the poison isn't diluted.
That's how one gets a good feeling.

14.
The things that are bound to fail are:
smart schemes
Money
Power
Fame
Altruism
Love
Hate
Mercy,
The good
The philosophical
Reason,
Mathematics

actually any kind of life at all will fail
and no matter what happens, never set your mind on more than you can get.

15.
The day a name is awakened
He doesn't want to die to go to the next world
The ways of before are all going to be just as holy
If you want to kill, then I think you might not like to die
But if you do want to die,
Find the way back first
A lot of people who kill
are blind
especially suicides
the main point is that the negative experience of solving
is not in the bones of a snake.

16.
Twig go you live.
To come up, a person must have a name.
The name should be just about right,
with all the desires going back in about right.
The direction of the life could be taken into account
The person can see all the positive and negative,
and each of the little things in their lives
may be thought of as a way for them to be known.
So to realize the problems can be small and large
We should all be hated in the right way,
Love is the key to reality, or love is what have you,
And all the surfaces of me and the names I want,
are buried on the surface of realization in the small world
of the known.

17.
A real pleasure find comes upon one
as the release that any meeting might
bring one safety.
The obligations of life are off me
As I begin to make trouble finding out some detail of life
that had previously escaped me -
ninety percent of the positives in the world are risky.

18.
The idea is drained of life
The words have born children with greater life than their words
My fate in a way was an imbalance, he would mind his name
as well as he could see his manners at the parents table.
But a vaccum is filled with emptiness,
so fill the emptiness with flowers,
pretend your life is alright, by name
and pass into the next life, begging to be known
for a world you have only guessed.

19.
He has a flaw, not just any flaw;
it may be youth, it may be age, and the deepest weakness
is where the deepest pain appears to be...
I should know that my weakness is the tear drop accorded into
a thought of my I;
not only this, but a twenty year wait delayed at all
is failure to wait again.
The agony, is real because I am real
and I may kill myself, or others just to see how much pain makes me real.

20.
When reality comes a calling
why don't you face his?
In the blackest part of my eye,
a few rainbow flecks burn me up.
I should never ever, have known,
that a single path, faced away, inside a snake's heart bone.

21.
How to start going up for money
The tip of the snake is blind.
The one behind it is frail, and afraid;
I see the path up, believing a gun
might protect me...
I need your help.
I should have felt him for so long
that I would remember, to hide the snake in me
inside a rainbow.

22.
The entire world is silent.
It's a long story,
but the look in his eyes says
that the absolutely quiet world
is made of such a perfect look
look in further and the silence will not oppress the snake.

23.
He's taking me up to see one of the old mountains.
It has grown on me wearily that I might have to create this reason.
He is a little perverse, a little weak,
and even my eye cannot stop him from going on.
Now when that mountain is as small as a hand,
the way they think he can go is the way I am facing;
so a lot of paths lead up to some small sense, then I know
that there is less for me to do in shallow than to find it all
on the mountain.
There would be nothing as small as the problems I may find.
Then the problem is very suddenly in me.
I should bravely realized that all the traces of them all face a single word.
That word is a small thought that is as close to your eye as the words you
think they had in silence for knowledge of the mountain.
We elaborate in ourselves began to feel fear, and for one moment
the large hand is in the small thoughts.
So when there is a thought of a snare,
a single rabbit can make them all run.
The counterintuitive way dis works is of a simple mind
that I know I have, so I should be more careful around strangers
they are not afraid to take the heart of everything but the way
to the next year, and a deeper fear is one you will fear de way out of.
Beside all the plants, all the money and all the power,
not spirituality, not love, not the name, not evil,
not positive or negative, but really, where is he looking?

24.
The innocent fish has been trapped in his own net.
All the thinking, and the world goes like that...
I go like that.
The way I go is like that, and the way I would go is like that.
If you can turn the back of you into like that, then I should not
say that I am like that.
The main point is that my name is not really a name for me more than what you get.

25.
To love me is to kill me
To know me intimately, you would have to come into my name in my heart,
and leave with it and everything intact.
The sense that who you will be is worth it to know, more than a dollar,
makes one of the keys to that room.
The problem is the battle of life, and the keys are close at hand.

26.
So you can hear me speaking, but you don't listen.
One of the words, is love, yes?
The word to say that is appreciation.
How might I be giving you what I got
and you don't feel that?
It is not so much that I have it, but rather that you are not looking where it is in you.

27.
To hide the picture of the beautiful face.
This is why we stop ourselves,
This is why we search for it in others,
This is why religion is there,
But most of all we search to keep it with us.

28.
To solve a problem is to have lived through many.
The key out, and if you spend cheap money, he said to himself,
I will know the truth,
like the truth about being able to betray a reader,
The truth about being a protector.
The underside of the snake is weak,
Not as think as a skull.

29.
You can, so you can't.
it is like a division,
a division made of rules.
These words mean I will never
These words mean I will try.
I should have known that my capacity,
Had a true nature, but I am not born,
the way you will be.

30.
To fail all of reality,
because a sinlge word caught my eye,
is only to say that I succeeded in catching your eye.
The way to find out if he regards it right,
is to ask him as simply as you can what he thinks is right,
and then to try to ask the question.

31.
The face appeared all along, full of light.
Only a couple evils bear scars today...
You should know, that you won't hear them say it, almost
never about some other either..
The descriptive sense of my way, is no longer
permissable,
but I know another way.

32.
When I said I know how to solve problems
I know how to solve problems.
That is before I solved a problem, I was thinking
something before that.
I know my way before you enter me.
The stranger is not different by himself,
but he is the same in himself within himself,
so the subject is himself
with life's question
to a room-way self way
of everything that will come to him,
is known to him as the knower of coming to him.
He,
you think about the way you write...
You get the qualities of the words
you think your special name for flaws
is separable from somebody,
nobody doesn't really feel comfortable either,
I await my older, brother,
because he is simpler than my name for him.
In contradistinction, there are the ways of the world,
as not oneself...

33. Pressure from without

I am alpha prime...
if I have the identity,
all qualities are in each realm of I
Force a particular into me,
and they had reactions?
It may not be a problem that I attain it,
Much more so that I have the capacity for you had.
So this world is lost, and I am inside me,
Then way is I having not gone shallow
into a deeper way.

34.
The philosophy of I came from logic.
I couldn't see my eye, according to me,
so I bade my words evade to forces away from eye.
People have a certain quality about them
full of love,
but at the same time, so-am-I-the-haver-of-other.
So, you look beautiful,
might I pour you a glass of wine?

35.
It was the way...
You should have had forthought.
I know you are not shipwrecked by the foreces in you that I do not shipwreck my people
not necessarily after I am dead,
who knows that he can speak after his death?
Well that one is a friend.
The thought came to say, that a long time ago,
after the birth of somebody,
they got to feeling that we could all be brighter and brighter,
evil lurks in quiet places, they said,
so we figured out that we gotta be black...
that means, that today, remembering what I remember about
how he was
how the the other type of searching is other than he
I begin to feel that there may be another, another type of searching,
searching for the black
was once....
searching for another type
the other type of black is other than black.

36.
The path up to han shan's
it is not his original name
consists of further steps - designations disappear only to reenter...
The first step is birth
the second step is beoming somebody
The third step, is the last presently known, being nobody
I don't know how many steps there are...
I'd like to see the palace, I quaintly call
Machiavelli's way, but in reality,
that which is born is born,
that which is beyond knows the truth,
and that which is I, is just one in his youth.

37.
You try to limit the forms of you life,
into the brackets of subjectivism,
I would like to know myself, not myself without,
For liking to know myself without not myself within
is to bend from two...
where there is not two
there cannot have been only one.

I would suggest that dividing the world
into pairs, based on two,
such as positive and negative,
cannot provide absolute undivided,
by memory,
but because I forget the negative or the positve
as duality,
we are all agreed that somebody smarter than the infinite
is a little fellow called age.
By the way a problem is,
not negative
not positive
+2,+1

38.
How is paring?
The problem is compounded by the meeting
of subject
it was, one without somebody
or the presence of a threat,
a tiger,
the mind is as innocent as mouse,
always,
I enrage even the trees,
If I were not divided,
If I were not one.
A door is an object,
whereas the subject cannot say subject
is complex identity
cannot say
is not subject of himself
as what time knowing seven has...
He would know the tendencies toward
selfishness, desire, attribution,
were as the hand of a girl,
a frail girl holding a flower,
and I with the life preceding
might have lived in that moment forever.

39.
The name of the girl with the flower, from her subjectivity...

I look for just a moment..
I will never completely get myself from the view,
the knowing that is greater is a blind man...
he would know tastes, the likes, how who he was,
the content of the words,
the subject is there and she is not there,
full as the beauty that I too come back too,
because I know I am there, I imagine the world,
so that I might know, the world -
You are there too, beauty flower child dreamer,
my emptiness


no
...

the diamond truth is noing my other is not the slim beast
as known as the day I was born,
noing my other had said that I would say no for..
for...me...for...you...for the sun that rose, bore me and you,
and made the world so...
I wondered how to no that the world was born in you.


40.

My dog bit me as I drove home today...
he doesn't feel a thing,
the dog is as tame as just about anybody,
a college professor.
All I have to say about a love bite,
Is that really, the only emptiness that dog didn't know
was a friend I use to be,
greater than lover,
dog-friend.

41.
The trail is me.
The path from
the one of oneself
is full of taking,
as two may know himself
So three cannot separate than division.

42.
Outsmrated is not a circle
which circle is not a loop
whole into power?
The only one, is

43. Come with me

you have accepted life...
you have accpeted language
and the here and now...
if I am in your consciousness, one would say
that I have taken not being there,
and many other ways of the known...
Should I go away,
you should now death,
It is going away...
Going away is going to other...
should the other be full of love,
then I am not the only one who is here.
Solve it?

44.
The anti-establishment was born on a bedrock,
a bedrock known as the way we lived past m-k-a-n-o-d-k
I would have asked Lao Tsu
to make a path,
as I am asking myself now...
oh my unborn friends,
the path I saw was made of many,
do you think I didn't look back?
Did I see life?
Perhaps that great systems now
had small fragments of a future he could not see,
was the door to my present,
that present should have known, that the open door
was made of clay,
A Christian, might have said I think love is crushed like clay..
the man is very smart...
Do I know him or his ways?
Oh well as might that the future made as it is of one or many
might have known the life of a dream...
Or that,
I had never been born
might have made us know the future of the dream of life!
so the thought came that I am just an individual,
commenting as individuals do, in one way,
on such and such a thought in his own world,
that the dream had that I was blind in the dream?
Well, as many ways as there are to defeat something in life,
the future, life,
will defeat everyone,
as thought the past had defeated me...

45.
Hooo Ahhh
my tongue is big...
get me a drink,
I have the urge to feel as free as the world...


46.
If you want to guarantee that everybody will write big,
Beg them all to sing of the small mind of a boy, to take a swig
That the cleverness that makes me win so well
Could swell into a very small word,
Small enough to say it is always so...

47.
To say that I am small enought to go on losing these fights,
everyday,
and that I am smarter than losing,
it means, that the cheap little wiskey bitch
known as, heart bone killer,
always gets the advantage on the outside,
when I'm not looking at his inside...
If you want to test me again, to see if I will fail,
You can listen to the test twice, at all.

48.
So do I, you black mouth trap
Put him into my heart filled with glory,
and ask which known he still trusts,
Because if you can't win, you play the loser's hand,
and you know,
the micrometer trick, to cut open his body,
is glocked up, on other peoples money,
so, you should know for sure, that what I did as a yogi,
was not where I wanted to go...
the viscious cruelty in me,
well, maybe there are some nicer ways,
but so do I,
just like I learned how to know right,
well, I learned from you who your blacker mother felt,
so in a way, you think you can get caught,
well, here's one,
you not a fish.


49.
Playing cards with an electonic partnes on the web,
is much more like a game of dice in which the winner wins twice...
here's why,
If you like to take a pawn
you should win the place you left,
and if you like the place I put my piece,
the trick is to know the way...
on the other side of the seven games,
is the winner,
and loser is on this side.

50.
If you like to fuck,
fuck the game you fair,
if you play fair,
play against me,
if you are me,
fight the name,
and if the game is small enough
there are no snake without pelts,
fucking is real, hatred is not
discrimmation pays, but never go bright, life.

51.
It says I am wrong in the middle,
here's one thing about the middle way,
transform me into someone like you
and I will tell you all about your middle.
Because that's how I'm known, and if you want to know me
as well as I do, well, I think you know about love,
if you are known for love, then you may as well know me for hate,
because just in the middle of love is me.
Yes, brothers of systems pay, but you wouldn't know that
the other middle is made of me...
The special occasion for a fart in yoga,
is best bought with money, for another economy.

52.
Mommy, mommy, I win
and they continue...
so I asked for a river of death did I,
suppose a little cough in the snakes throat catches me, hmmm,
well, here's one for the throat the snake is in.
It was one for the gipper, and I'd like to make you go,
but through that narrow straight jacket,
and I am yet undone.
There comes a time, when I have had enough, too,
so when that time comes, what shoes will be hidden in the myst?
Perhaps another Gorrilla about it, will be just enough stricknine,
but just a little less, and forty go by wine,
The cups are made of shells, and I know which kind of theif,
will take the life of Jesus, and be taken by the theif.

53.
"I have many face," said the snake
we wonder about which face is real...
I could expose the evil in you;
If you should like to bear a single mark
let you face be known.
It is commonly known, as faces go,
that someone who breeds evil with a brother
is secretly commonly know as a sister,
but we wouldn't have a better shot since the beginning,
the only problem with leading it on, is that that is all I would get
should you like to see the ten years you had?
Then don't ask me to do something I don't want to,
and if you do, because you heard yourself long ago,
then perhaps the ten years were really a little longer,
almost forty years + to try evil in your life, and rather suddenly too,
the betrayal of the ones closest to you, is never known,
only the inside of such a betrayal, is not the other years,
but the years you spent as not yourself,
should you like to pry my brain open,
try looking back, yet?
I didn't have habits, you see, so you should know,
that your habits are those of the future...
My advantage is really in you Wendelin,
so you want a dark to bark,
there are many dogs which could procure a child,
all of them too, have a weakness;
would you like two more?

54.
I know a million whore...
not of them are women,
but one, a sister...
this sister has a million whores under her thumb,
do I have a whore under my thumb?
Perhaps going to the bar is the best plan,
but in a true story, are you sure I won't be there?

55.
The Question.

All the words are asked for,
the illness is not a plague,
The narrowest of all shelves
holds the books of life
the other side of them is books of life
and so on,
until the book is bought,
on that day,
the question becomes an answer,
and I should know for sure
that I was asked to talk to a friend,
that the books I wrote were not opened,
and that truly, the lies in them
was a easily given away,
as the facts of the matter,
in your way of life, and way of knowing,
that nobody should ever begin my books
that they should not be known,
that the world had perfection,
that a few straws, and nausea in the night
really were going to be something I wanted for a long time.

56.
A triangle,
like present, past, and future
is inside a circle.
In every thought,
there is another,
so in a lot of thought,
we might forget that the infinte
is bounded in time;
or that time, excludes itself into infinity.
Should the balance be broken,
at time the pair of time and time,
may reword us into the unknown.

57.
Something similar and random events.
Simple room, two others, their "phoning"
I ain't goin nowhere...
Later on, after the usual calamities,
well,
I'm not going anywhere...
So its a no win situation,
how useful...

I've always known about everything
he he he
so do you
especially since I've seen it all in the here and now too.

58.
Try asking the originals who made the problems
you would say something about him -
that he decided something
that he ate a little too much other than difference sameness
but the way we look now,
we see him from the seeds of his life...
you say things progress,
this is true, but having the nature of self?
was self one of the things he didn't eat?
well, let me tell you, boy, go back to your island of self
and ask me how the day worked out the way it did.
There is of course the black man in the meeting.

59.
A light in the darkness...
we say the world becomes evil...
too much pain, the fullness of a woman's lips,
I should gain as much always,
as though my birth was not my inheritance and death.

60.
Friend, you are the problem,
Wanna know why,
because I asked you to solve it,
well,
here's one momma,
solve three.



























How are you going to fuck up the future?

What you are,
What you were,
And what you know
are a way of depending -
they will depend…
so in a couple hours,
while your fucking it up,
we will be doing about it what we do…
so, if you can escape your fate or fating,
you don't have to follow through.