proof of death

 

morning rush intersecting with morning sun

white not gold

  holy ghost  

  solar wind

blaring in

  landscaped shadows in small clusters behind them 

  and jiggling mannequins a waiting van steel doors widened slightly 

.

the trial

 flowering nature

With beauty unsaid 

hiding in shadows 

then happiness replaced 

again, to be sought

then in  dreams slowly measured 

to explain What I 

 feel  

like all stories, it ends

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The raisin or the rose

 

Lover,  faith or death

To the sea or other lake - like liquid bodies

 feelings migrating from a series of curves 

 reaching into the beyond  

pointing electrically 

toward her 

you, having been left with

 nothing else.

Adrift

The case for a re-boot to start all over 

Part 7

wanting to change vs. not wanting to change.

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The Banquet of Roots: A Shakespearean Repast

Bing Copilot:  Of course! Here’s a Shakespearean-style rendition of the verse for your meal:

Upon the morrow's light, the roots do take their stage,
In the chamber's warmth, they meet — a healthful rage.
Carrots, orange as the dawn, and celery, green as thyme,
Tossed with turmeric's golden dust, a culinary rhyme.

Olive's oil, in misty form, doth lightly coat each piece,
A bard's touch to flavors bold, a feast to never cease.
So let this humble meal, in microwave's gentle care,
Become a dish of kings, a fare beyond compare.

For in each bite, a sonnet lies, a tale of health restored,
A merry dance of nutrients, by hungry souls adored.
So eat, and let thy body thank thee for the grace,
Of nature's bounty, richly served, in this, thy quiet place.

Enjoy your Shakespearean-inspired meal! 😊🎭🍽️

All these things

They were about that this is 

carried on in quiet theory

like wet leaves reflecting awareness

 brush strokes here and there

 a conversation about ceiling clouds

taken down and turned around 

a knot swollen in  sadness

contemplation and  realization

a sign of recovery

..

Told you so

According to our most accurate model  using

Schema Networks Aip 7.2

the first  human made instrument sound

 was played on a

thick branch hollowed by termites

The first human note ever produced

was, according to the latest reconstruction 

( 4.340 xs) ,  at 434 Hz for a duration

of 7.2 seconds.

So, it seems i was right...again.

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bran beings

 

I have i had I never have i said

and backwards twice

with an i right in front of me

Hemorrhaging

my hands 

dangle at the elbows

and i try 

to fly lying down

*

lizard king take 2

past the thousand misty hills 

i hear her

(hypnotized

in a devout circling stare)

 

"her legs were long as the devil's ----"

I asked them to please do it over

(with balance beam focus and dark energy)

"- A black marble goddess, sad and desolate..."

and all I got was this definition of rage 

*

a month in the stew

 

rolling swirls from the dream side of dawn

gently wash the moon's emotions

  into a nostalgic painting

a trespass. a journey

his or her weather

that may all melt before it ever gets delivered.

.

 

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Adellica

  surrender 

To what's under a deeper dust 

unneeding of a rub or polish

indescribable like

the evening of spiritual energies

unpredictable     like the scanning of a text 

altering the order of words.

the natural order of unqualified dividends

 and life's secrets.

Truth be told, i'm just writing a memoir. 

about someone writing a memoir

 and sometimes were

on the same page

,-

this blew

 

  energetic eager proud change direction

what do words like these even mean?

Flint steel archer  Jupiter

they peninsulate whatever carries them.

Like signs in the water and bright spots.

 velvet ghosts as natural as teachers

laughter and trust gained goodbyes

and the bright spot happily restored justice beauty and harmony filled with new love

Hello, please number all words including sapphire

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predictive analytics - what's next

 

I nap and dream haphazardly tapping 

the portals  of whispered fragments

inside the words I see letters

 animals  

screaming from their cages 

pacing

waiting to be unlocked

from shelter 

survivors of floods famines and fires

born again 

..

remedy for utopia

Love unlocks doors and opens windows  

 frightens and exhilarates 

A journey that contemplates  the heart shape  

because we can't know the shape of a soul

only dream glimpses identified  by silent truths

 love is a ghost everyone talks about but me

a trace of perfection unlimited by the mind

There was that one time  I didn't recognize your voice

with all the rooting and uprooting constantly going on

it was a cloudy night  there were no stars

anywhere

(#

pylon

silence between sounds

the steps into forever filled with undertones

like the glittery lava

shaken out into this cold dark

unfeeling place

or the tiny life inside a fragile voice.

it's going to be someone , and if it's not about

how love can't rest or learn how to listen

or making me as every

  if I

for a short piece go too long I just stop

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hermetic transmogrification

 

born in silence the sky speaks  

to the places of your imagination   

symptoms drained out of words

capturing a half empty image 

prismatic age caves of flames 

turning behind shadows

My thoughts 

convicted 

traitors

my lips assassins

of virtue

my language is  

squeezing my soul to fit

_

mingle

 

the great beauty in shadow

it calls out to me 

to be kissed and held.

once this was the first time

once without thinking of how i appear, talk

not everything was just chance 

not everything wasn't that long ago.

in the end. when we broke up

i didn't  know how to be happy

I was assuming 

I was the thing they called me

and now it's all just  something in the past

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untangling at the end

words weave inside me

  caressing 

spreading rays

  into unknown dimensions

destinations 

 as far away as

unspoken dreams

 them again 

I saw another metallic bird going west

a chemelon roach drone or a cycaida gsx possibly

what is your destination?

 I'm too exhausted to make a rainbow now God. said

39

separating images from time

detaching from the drama of life

  experiencing situations through only senses 

 you allow a natural response to 

  what is

 images without thought  

the present situation 

seeing 

without the distortion of the mind

allows you to not react.

   forget both up and down

smiles or frowns

mixed all together

Ago long ago 

dreams rippled

through a lifeless

anatomy of antonyns 

that swirled down, here into a heart

*.

lightness or the empty space song

maybe it's the lightness of empty space

but if it's  not

I can't be sure about holding it all together

while trying to understand 

the wind, the woods, the silence

 

so I continue up the path 

and into air 

in this way, events are twined together 

and when they slow and  stop

in ways that look like this 

I  remind myself  - don't forget to look around

because if you don' everything could collapse all around you

)

birds eye

secret tides pull us back

as currents open the night sky 

overlapping words

and  borderlines

all fading

like a wind clearing 

the path in front of  us

 

Day 64:

people are speaking in an unclear manner

hopeful but not overly emotionally 

Day 63:

I've distorted the reality of the present 

by transforming it into an obsession

especially in relatively benign situations

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The black plant

 

feathery fog carried the stillness

into eyes too small to absorb the light

like something lost

My senses slip  

unable to stretch the length of a finger

But I'll speak no more of this virtuos victim

the feeling  -The vivid sketch enchanting of a world slanting 

I see  dancing  behind the high ceiling  

magnified exhalated 

 goings on

 When I wake to take a step 

I'm pulled back down into surroundings

born in cloud and

shadow

 the pillow noticeably perfumed and fragrant 

 I know everything now...and I understand  

 My love for you is my one special thing

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The Poem I Forgot

 Thus isn't the poem bing ( AI)  wrote 

and I forgot. I saved it to the clip board

but erased it when i saved something else

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It was in praise of  cars from the late 60's and early 

70s  It was a very nice poem but i erased it forever by mistake.

.x. 

Kindness by Bing AI

 

Kindness is the light that brightens the day 

Kindness is the warmth that melts the cold away 

Kindness is the smile that lifts the mood 

Kindness is the gesture that shows gratitude Kindness is the word that heals the wound 

Kindness is the song that fills the sound 

Kindness is the gift that needs no return 

Kindness is the lesson that we all must learn

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The Purple Moon by "Bing" ( AI )

 Title: The Purple Moon

I see the purple moon In the starry night It beckons me to come And explore its light

I board a rocket ship And blast off from Earth I feel a thrill of joy And a sense of worth

I reach the purple moon And land on its soil I marvel at its beauty And admire its toil

It tells me its secrets Of cosmic wonders Of ancient mysteries And hidden blunders

I thank the purple moon For its gracious gift I bid it farewell And prepare to lift

I return to Earth With a new insight I cherish the purple moon In the starry night 

." 

X aka swamply

 

In the desert he saw

the purple moon

in the dotted sky

and they carried away 

his secrets

 nature's  spiritual pursuits 

 things having an influence on my mind 

nonhuman beings 

x

fate twisted hearts

nights stand

holding hands a swinging chain

back and forth 

repetitions of sincerity

and the unforgettable 

rhyme 

racing into dream creamy showers 

of  hearts run-through

performing the scenes 

of a romantic play

with the audience ever held

at the point of tears

$.. 

night waves

drenched by a silence

replacing words

 I swallow  time as

my spirit glides into a mirage-

posting  into the blank multiverse 

to clear the uneveness 

tell the world if your heart has

a lot to say

even if it's just  tumbling feathers 

into  the dryer.

*(2i*)

Every morning

caress escape 

wave wave movement infinite  upward

planned simple

and end and and , in that case, and

after a lot of reflection

didn't really matter  

and I swear I'm happy

.

an unexpected calm

 pools of eloquence dissolved into dry reflected smiles 

I'd shout but then maybe someone would stare

as I walk past empty tables  

marble scattered on the walls

hid by life and temperature  

pleeding an  outer universe We light candles 

 Her eyes are stars of twilight 

  -Like all beginnings 

when color changes   contrast   emerges 

into a unique landscape 

None can dim a healthy world entirely

 though mesmerized   

I still listen to our most sincere moments; to our darkness 

but just for a moment...

before or just after the whirlpools 

draw me too deep within

Untitled smiles cost nothing but well done ones leave a feeling of guilt.

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Resting as I do

 

in a soft windless steady rain

There is still the first rule 

The world reinvents itself 

in a continuous  pulse

without first step

or torch with blazing light  

in song

from the universal note

Night's sensation

a human body of liquid time

controlled by the Earth 

beside me in electrical charges held in blood acid

beaming warmth light moving my lips eyes like tides

A thousand emotions into a version of the past I forgot existed.

*

what I return to you

While we move the stars in some way I'll never understand

vibrating and swinging in an arc across the sky 

long fingers retracing love’s wondrous  persistence.

God's putting space again in my eyes 

Moving  honestly 

Believe  in the universe closest to you

and that I don't name names,,,

Use your radar to circumnavigate the back screen 

the radiologist, books, and the aerial mixing of words with pauses   

In trying to view thing this way

You may find spirals too within soft tissue

and words with eyes breathing cold echoes into your heart

what I didn't come to say

The voice that slows and catches paused dreams 

looking back just saying simply what to do 

pinpointing curiosities

 not in weakness or fear,  but in confidence 

with comfort and calm

I'm going to Believe 

4/3

no fusilli abrupt pronouncement

 

that the faintest breath 

contains the deliverance from our tears

closets

escapes 

conclusions

all  initiative and memory

all as well  

• laggardly, 
• leisurely 
casually 

slowly withered the day into night  

  '^

As storms prepare

they will see that

life inside you now 

here and forever 

other things happening  

not by work alone 

 

The thunder prepares its part in the storm

from behind glass in silence

and under rocks

now forced to fly 

the uncensored spine

unwinds its tree branches 

shattering the antique china

.

a source of hunger

waiting to not belong

not all wrong

to be turned with dust 

into sunflowers on these

red hills 

climbing high on the trees 

being with leaves missing edges

lost forever.

running through the 

chasms of a songbird's

digestive  system

dancing to the changing score and 

movement

.

Grandma's Stolen (Monkey Bread)

 

Every now and then she baked

And we'd all come in saying nothing that mattered. 

waiting for that soft lump to grow

as big as the room it was in

 I remember us all standing on the chairs by the lamp 

and her telling us to get down

before she finished one of  her stories.

(..and if I ever see her again )

She always ended with "and that's the way it was."

 and the room was always warm and friendly.

^

gentle angel

I think I can find you again

say it's alright  

say its ok to try 

to bare my self a little 

as these shadows pass over inside the

quiet stillness

tell me that like images from dreams

they will quickly disappear again

its a funny thing

like other things 

that voice in the shadow  of my heart

that i hear every time

i fall

it helps me endure 

the surrendering

and the cold night air

...

a simple world

 

Images open in my mind 

standing clear against countless time

from inner membranes, earth falling light

captures thoroughly overlapping possibilities  

( I'm leaving out these five lines to give

a sense of curiosity and wonder)

like an old sculptor watching the shadows fall

as one world slips into another 

...

the weathering

On words needing a voice,

inspiration, air, waking life and love...

Elements wash the mountains flush with colors

that change with second looks

speaking with ease and nonchalance

It's enough to forget such natural things

but why is it enough?

..

life lined

And as if to make this point

I go back for a moment to look

after the foreseeable future

making anything at all into

everything equal

Perhaps its only thin air but 

how comforting to think this road

leads toward that horizon

Im here in the lines you might pass over

a reminder that we all make images of 

anything everything and nothing at all

like the living spirit running through all things

never ending in one lasting scene

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post title

A black 
   wasp's long knife
   makes the world look

.

replaced with words

drenched in silent moments
the inescapable vibration
melts around me
the infinite melodies and dreams 
like I swallowed time
Im trying to let them out of this gentle veneer

if you say
that truly takes strength 
and strength is love
or that i will remember this
be careful of imagination 
between those lines

but I need some way to get these thoughts out before summer
and believe we just need to recognize
their own strange beauty and wisdom

*

Images that refuse to add up

let me see this heart
always beating for coarse sonnets
like warm light on Sunday afternoon
next to the shadowed bridges
miles east of here
that keep coming back
not asking for much

If I am wrong tell me when I'm right
Draw me to you,
more than anything else
through the failures laughter and tears
Be patient with me


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pulled over

things running off my surface open me up 
as I keep wandering through the crowd

I watch for flames rising from the edges
can I get past this?

At the edge I stand back and look on
I swallow and take of life all its loneliness
Are there are no ghosts in darkness that can bring 
me closer to this place?

How little I know of the shadows 
stretched out into light 

.

tvnews

two distant spaces
in a dark universe
true love or just a matter of taking sides?

close to our eyes the 
restless voices left behind
pool the warm grey ash
doing what people have always done.

truth burns softly in perfect harmony with
the shadows covering our dreams from yesterday   
so timeless and widely spread

Pall mall cats

Me and I
have established cross identity

But the other three (of us)
insist on imagining we
never learned a language

communication is overrated
anyway



.

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RIP Kitten Little

Tonight's empty pages 

lie still and white

as blistered eyes

scan through the colorless darkness 

 searching, hoping,crying 

trying to find 

bits of a lost humanity 

Kitten Little  2000-2019

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when to take the cat

sleeping till noon
picking at the cottoncorner... Trying to feel the tree
inside the long forgotten white paper
No, this is not something written about other people's considerations or how my repressed, silent sigh started crying again or
The way you are watching my mouth move, or mouths moving.
It's summer and the vines repeat like
soldered tears and twist your body back into my heart
in between commercials
thier mirage fails and
Stillness finishes the walls
before I ever could
they said there's a  ban now on bread and berries
and the sun's gone to sleep for 20 years
because nothing anyone's saying makes any sense.



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the cat

                                               today I was startled
                                                      by that only person
                                                                 more alive than spring

.

.

the space between trees

quietly
trees touch each other
inching to clouds
inching downward

.
..