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realmS
of not thinking
scanning without blinking the night
the photo's are talking for you
no feeling's zone
witness to most things made
landed between 7 and 9
for a communication
capitalism
how boring
the skin reflected on the screen
extraordinary
whereas a whole tradition is born
killing the personal with constant
display
evaluation I and I
togetherness formed
and when i looked under her hat
with eyes of peace she wrote
letters to Nelson Mandela
pleading her case for a new president
i saw it on facebook

BEAR

kind of a wonderful world
when the sun fills the sky and the space
where you sleep
is the place where you live
before the fog rolls over my body
a Bear's yawn breaks the sounding
air with a dime of a turn
dropped in the well
left before the charm of a child
anticipation is rendered wrong
and my belly presses against the pillow
hiding from the frown of
a morning gesture
what's gone is gone
under the tail of one leg
and sent out far to the wind
my brightest moment
a road obliterated
what a groach

8 Cell Division

this isn't exactly what i had planned
then you told me how
how to open up and send in all that
sacred light
shinning down intersecting shapes,
informing my intuitive knowledge
now recognized as equations and symbols.

it takes time to fall in love,
it is our elaborate journey
to learn and evolve with time
getting to know the universe.
my partner is an eight cell walker
breathing the air of an eight cell
sky and falling for my eight cell smile.

love is the full awakening of life
at first sight,
the potential.

not knowing my arm carries
within it an eight cell division,
i may fall short
and land too soon.

Ascending The Great Divide

as i take part in today
so does the white butterfly
move from plant to flower to
fence
in and under each foot step
crawls
away the life sky
who's similarity would remain
only in an art form
ringing loud a reminder
there is me
and there is you
against the pale shadow of time
my fingers sweep across threads
of feelings
sitting on the corner of my bed
with no view in sound to debut
to be or not to be
beauty must stay for the dance
this chance has presented itself
with a cup yellow and a breast firm
awash the separation
in a world half
a universe whole

Love Is The Flower Of Life

'seen '
is the time let it flow
over and over
straight from the fire
all over the world
spread into the morning
heaping it into the cargo
and away
among improvident spirits
empty the grief in my bones with it
feels good
like the platforms of light
ascending to every way,
feels good.

If 6 Should Turn To 9

and the mountains fall to
the sea
i won't mind
fall and fall just don't fall on me
land on my memory washing down
left stream ascending to another
vehicle with wheels within wheels
pointing that free flag high
play on heart
some visual balance
where the sun
ends and the stars generate
new fields of light
copy and transport space
to concave
curve and complement
the future

This Page Phlegmatic

gone are the types of food
packing my refrigerator with
inspirational texture and choice
a void sits around me
with a barren and flat skin
nothing to look for in the
doorway
shelves where books used to
be pulled and rearranged
are collecting dust from
my bony hands now inactive
with flesh torn and out of touch
after the nature of two
leading my mind back to one
several times lost in myself
gradually inactive and unprepared
for the windows to fall and the air
dark portrayed by your absence
in morning's memory now dehydrated.

summon into focus
a moving spirit walking towards me
with green eye's spiraling,
warned in May of a
barbarous soul.

TECHNOLOGY

the driver of innovation
is not technological change,
but the need to find
our presence.

reaching far
5 fingers to the ground
pulling at an electrical
field, sparked in violet
laughter around
the place she will go
is an illusion of what
you 'think' i need
products of the world around
you is everything your investing in
in and around the world
a smoke curtain
(fe) male is changing
he(r) and (s)he deserting
the need.

May 25, 'relegate' 2008

a less prominent position
under the sky
(or)
above the soil?
where would you have me
forward my laugh
rewind my focus?
delegate
with one stroke
and dagger
short of greatness,
your very narrow gesture
carries with it
ill and rehearsed
words from others
i've heard before

The Flesh

it is not that i am cattle to be eaten
not that i am Mary to be worshiped
but your hands crossed me like
some sort of architect
after the blue print complete
you rolled my hands back and turned the key
divine inspiration is not to be locked away
for keeping and spending
the very sight of my thigh
lay still as a gold piece



my mind got stretched over my skin
somehow leaving something between
my shoulders uneven and awkward
my sex will be transfixed .

Ondiek

ah ah yea ah yea
ah yea ah yea
ah yea ah yea
Ayub Ogada
light breeze coming through an opening
before the dark sky
rest my face in the sounds
of peace
a marvelously round sound
voice
into the pores by way of
soul
homage
to the one's who live
beyond what they know
and express gentle
sway
power uninhibited by
moving coils
in the sand
ah ah yea
ah yea
ah yea
ah yea

SUNRISE

the heart came out of its
cave
lifting outside my chest
i felt freedom
happy for the one
i love
happiness felt with
no expectation
strings
ownership or
regret
i just felt
happy for him
up and over
even the pain
i am happy for
the ache in my chest
is a miracle.

Human Folly

as mentioned before,


cloddish
in
persona
and speech
even boorish
when looking
at the
moon

debauched
situation
and after
all
uncertainty
it's decided
more
fallacy
completing
a stern
resignation.

SLIGHT

bubbles
roll out
clandestinely
mistake
uman
for a human
salty
and
blue
with
tailored indifference
conduct
energy
industrious
challenge
making lines
without
walking
next to
uman.

All Aboard

the heart chakra is like a carpool
traveling towards you
gathering
everyone
over the wall
do you know you
have me plunk
included
by way of
request
directions
destination

VOLVO

sitting across from the scent of love
Rachel may ask, how her leather seat
seems so alive so odorous?
seconds of freedom
against glass where eye's follow
the lights on the backs of cars
looking severed by organic electricity
wrapped in breath
trustworks.
feelings survive
Chicago's
extended mind,
the distance
straight forward
phone
to ear.
sweetheart,
we were
there.

Every Body Talking?

body articulates the moment
found Jasmin at my door
in contemplative pause
one hand to one hand
by a spell
transfigured the wind
a currant new with conversation
for everybody
terrific satisfaction
as witness to
balance rotating
unconflicted and mysterious
nieghborhoods ask for assistance
multiple shootings hit many
pick and share
a full spectrum of communication.

EASY too two to BE

after you
next to me
in you
around me
for me?
a rose
wished
and true
time
Aziz
you
to be
easy
to
feeling
i believe
you
too
to be flying

An Angle's Capacity

each of us has a riddle
to solve
what it means to be human.
the feeling you have
are you afraid
can you sense that between
what you 'see' and what you 'feel'
is fragmented or whole?
renderings of true human or
true self come to mind
in review,
i feel the depth
of what can't be verbalized, only felt
directly
in the depths of the heart.
welling up from the pit
of our being
comes a flash of light
an individual
same as me
i would give the
answer's of an
angle to.
as complex and profound
a life
those icons
in the road
point toward a reality
that can be expressed
when followed
by chance.

FOUNTAIN

linked
passing
beauty
seen only by the seer
under
and further in the distance
mirrors of opening
open the
setting
supreme folding
down, down, down
formulating
an instant of trouble
cessation
to a moment of truth
comprehended
compulsion to repeat.

Men Have 2 Eyes

things fall apart in
our lives,
as if shaken by an earthly quake.
not by a fault
or stride,
there is nothing to point to, no one
to blame - not the wind
or the size of my kitchen.
no one with a nose or an ankle
has ever uttered a wish to end.
one smile after another,
splinttering into a beautiful circle,
holding this emptiness,
ask the man with 2 eyes,
how do you turn a bowl of blossoms
into a bowl of gruel?

Iluminated Images

spontaneously generating
a view from my window
pulling outward a reflection
of dreaming
interconnected reality
look far and imprint
orchestra in the brain
dancing midway
picture pixels
emphasis
work pleasure
handle pranic
candle light
devour
with one breath
staircase elbow
walking,
watch the wall.

GANESA

came in slow motion
through a voice awakened
by the secret

found me organic
later than most
as the soil in my belly restored
a memory of fertility and nutrition

cleared the way for honesty
and reflection
unassuming any other vision
directed by prayer
to the top of a desert mountain
i released my self.

Stars Can't Measure This Feeling

these parts sapid with inspiration
this back to the earth
blushing from ripened play
lifting our touch
then mimic the lines of a mouth
who's conversation is forward
making afternoon delight
tan
loosing sight of blue in brown
waves of cosmic rhythm
between time
waiting and knowing
the night sky
and the morning light
do
return.