POP! *17*

December 29, 2012

a moving image holds like a still
each move a discipline to be reckoned
a shoot to fame or a half way house of rules
the guide of non feable eye tweeks fractal light

a sneeze on the inner transforms a wave untapped
mesmerizing the shooter's moment gone
a rewind in the mind of doubt takes a forward bow
removing any wasted processing forlorn

tension pulsates pores secrete a given no
the lense of many faces watching for the unborn
slipped in patterns the mind pushes a green go
this could be the moment of precious dawn

shades on shades start speaking out
bones give a slight crunch on the long road
hair shape shifting all the lonely while
a treat becomes a hidden heavy load

bursting to be seen the good in looking
barriers potentially become new doors
was not what one thought inside this booking
intrinsicly the

camera wants more



Damn I gotta head bang
Its hittin hard my heart
doing ma best to keep low
I guess that's a start

gotta find a steam train
smash open those doors
find me the key to make things right
coz ah need it for sure

like a head needs no holes
I still gotta head bang
gonna take me a stroll
down memory lane
coz ah feel like I've
gone insane

throw me the chord of love
n' I'll swing my way home
I'm on the beat to making life
all on my own yeah on my own

life lines from my friends
ahh still got me my friends
friends tell me I got it made
yeah I know there ain't no end

like a head needs no holes
I still gotta head bang
n' It's banging on hard
n' I can still bend
thank god for my friends
But Damn I gotta head bang



Never did I ever think I'd
ever meet a lad like
you running in the same old blues
hidden ones like my old time news

never did I ever dream I'd
ever get outta my head
memories that seemed so dead
pointless sometimes showing through you

will we ever unleash the chains around our feet
the ones passed down through generations
sometimes we have to face
sometimes a damn disgrace

some good some bad some out of reach
what's your recommendation do you see
answers in contemplation
the right to compensation
relief with good sensations
authenticity at it's best
a heart that can rest

when you reach satisfaction
can put the heart ache to sleep
remember others admire your action
taken to resolve
your story be told

the hidden truths ...
the gutsy you
that wants justice

your  ...

Blues in you


There is a sense
one has gotta life line
the source said to be
run rampant run free
there is a sense
one has a long time line of life
a long time enfolding energy
loves even wild sidetracks
there are glimpses pieces missing
intent of words like doorways to inside
one can do anything when in the
background something's always willing
there is a hunch
one loves crazily to unleash
make love not war
this might be one's middle joy
one knows the trips
emotion kept for landing
a pad ancient dog is standing
one that never left
a safety latch to create within
absorb mental stimuli
wander spirit connect
physically explore
all with emotions
kept in check mate
til something wipes
check board
then where is pad for landing
heart risk is always raw
when psyche lines
change colors
and realization is
one has been trialling
never really leaving nest
making pad cushy
yet spreading senses flying
'coz one made one's ...
Pad Cushy


Fish talk crunching oval mouthed highs
through the looking glass half opened eyes
communication sound barrier echoes
fast like stillness prompting lock on hellos
vast of latest or past boom like blasts
so easy spoken no spells no casts
wandering mindsets unleash with boosts
honesty not always best kind of juice
best be dollops of creamy scenes
best be living' wild child dreams
best be best to be all one knows
message of body designs new blows
subtle working beyond the veil
bustle yawns in hustle sails
racing liquor red white sprays
this is a treat to learn new ways
fish stare blinks turn eagle eyed
watching moves expressions fly
vultures waiting leaps for wear
no ruffling feathers in the air
paws of cat like friendly baits
try catch fish eyes from envious mates
caught before still let go wake
this fish eyed eagle
sails ...
winded waves of fate


Tense signals pop sound peeks
a dreary dull mind ignores
as a dreary dull mind pops angst
this dreary dull mind applauds

Hence a spill over time kill
incoming waves not allowed
inauthentic inner voice revolts
a smile relief devours

Is this wicked animal an eye sees?
has this side always been a dark dweeb?
oh the loathing the thought to surcumb
the danger in being half numb

One strand of strength drags half empty
another superseding half full
the source binds it all as one
sit down load a perception on a stool

Must be a good war within
speaking one too many to many
defeat of ignorance is plenty
a fool at best can't sieze

At worst a muddy thought
shrinks the cusp of rising cells
gone is cellular blossoming
those shattering dangerous bells

Hence ...

Dangerous signals woo tense
peek the pops of sound
thank God this dull mind at hand
transforms these

Dangers abound



Can't stop the mind chatter
only flicks the flow amyst
spinning magnetic caller
I keep trying the spin
spin top source
mirroring where one is at
spinning stories stop total contact
stop the unity
Practice bring flow
playing with it it playing
it has it's own bounce like it's
toying with one's energy
like a transmitter
dialing into one's spirit
feeling for that channel
just a flash not quite
shows how in tune one is
with life source
spin top beamer
playing with heart mind spirit

spin top beamer ...
it dances



Spin top messenger manifesting being
weights in the mind spin it
forced inward thoughts want it
when let go it is seen
misfit thinking warps it
spin offs reign leaving the platform
mechanical repetition brings it on
unaware of first base

sensing it it slips in
hands become alive fast spiraling
brain reaction triggered to play

tight spins warm the connection
broadening slowness drops the feel
pulling through to base
blocks appear
repeats bring laughing focus
a new eye opener
a deeper seeing
energy grids
dimensions grow mind widens
new awareness growth thrives anticipation
instant first base replays
near hitting the spot
spot of it locks in
run offs of low exits apparent
doorways out for it to move off
sensing neg and pos
the honing the zoning
the rush of it being
the push and shove
the letting go
the being here
allowing it through
actualization reveals puppet master
kid on the new block

has ...

first dance


YUP !!!

~There's something great in taking life in through *weeny eyes* ~ we get to see our own big eyes, others big eyes and all the bits of us in between-then we get to look into our own little selves with wider view, seeing how truly connected we all really are ~



Fantasy struck the artist aloof his self
every stroke a game a voice serves
ney a servant to the brush
much an awe of creative serviced swerves

oh could this be more the art of manipulation
manouvring stories amidst surrealities formed
for one that needs a royal nod devoured
for one that needs a feed of color spawned

oh the fantasy of it all well internally kneaded
well chewed from one chapter to another
elaborated heart aches mashed into the palette
urges untouched expanded secrets carefully smothered

a language to be sure no one really knows
snippits of vivid basic knowledge abreast availabilty
a twist gone straight a line so bent it bends in spirals
a hard edge only seen by the strength of vulnerability

fantasy whips a licking as the tongue retreats
the nose wishes upon a smell as eyes leave optic measure
fingers dance the windowed lingo of observer comprehending
a neverending compremise as the viewer traces undertoes

the awe of it all in the monstrosity of beautified needs
the artist has strokes of little outside the shell
many of self grattified pats on shoulder within mind
a trillion light years all caught in one captured spell

a drop of sound waking like curtains begging to be drawn
touches the heart of an artist a surrealist at heart that is born
born of a mind that wanders beneathe the middle path
that gives the canvas crazy life so you miss the aftermath

aloof of self in all of us aloof look under your roof
there is sureal realities in many a different truth
take wonder in the form and shape an artist struck does give
and take a bow an artist knows to strike a light and live

the artist cast paint
the viewing onlooker colourfully basking
no outsiders infringe the moment

much reward in a two way street
where parties of said both
know the key to fantasy
is in being struck for growth





June 11, 2010

mmm mmm mmm mmm
think about think about

Vanity slurped my brain
gave it a good lickin'
a good blurb hit
the day I saw u

Pride took a back seat ride
to find the right voice inside
that suited
gravitational boots

Oh did u see through my disguise
was it worth the stroll through my eyes
does it make you wanna burst inside
think about this think about that
mmm think about this n that

Sloth seems to like my waves
they come and go while my greed takes stage
envy sque...
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April 2, 2010


Were we twin Soul
were we acting out
going the hard yards
living out checking out

Did we do the time
the steps warning
our souls
breaking out

Can we see
we may have been
test piloting
all between

was this switch
light of yearn
to empty out
all concerns

So we can be open
to experience life
friends relationships
in new light

Living out
fight to flight
was fun hurts
we got to shout

'Tis all learning
how to accept
That which we thought
we couldn't

Finding strength
courage to fly
beyond the veils
be ourselv...
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November 2, 2009

If One Knows One Is Following one's intuition
If One Flows with ease to the beat of own
This is an Inkling of Being on the right Road

If One is like on bottom rock
Yet still Dancing to The Pumping water within
This is an EyeFull of Attracting Good Connections

If One is slowly Building Foundation solid to be seated
Even if One has Not Walked yet
This is Proven Knowing One's Own Inner name

When all starts to Build Upwards
Slowly Creating New formations
Many will come to Smile b...
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October 30, 2009

What makes a Good Woman Change with The Wind
What makes a Good Woman Change with The Wind
What makes a Good Woman Change with The Wind
What makes a Good Woman Change with The Wind

Do I have Too Much Pride I get bored So I gotta Change Lanes
What's with Clothes n Fancy Lingo who Will Manipulate my Brain
I Want Long Painted Nails On a Hot Night Hanging out of a Train
Gimmi Some Attention don't Blow it Do U Think I am The Same

What makes a Good Woman Ch...
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October 22, 2009



It wasn't My Intention
To make You Widthdraw
The Day We met In Spirit
On The Front Porch

It Wasn't Like It was Eazy
To meet Open Solitude
Thru the Eyes ...
Of a Gentle Soul

I Just Wanted you To Feel Like you were right at Home
I Just want Everybody Jazzin' Blues around me
Not Feel All Alone

When You Finally plucked the Courage
To Call me on The phone
You Didn't Sound like u were With It
I Know You were being Bold

You Took anoth...
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September 19, 2009


Happy Go Lucky Lucky Go Happy
Happy lets Lucky Go Lucky For Happy

OOOH! Seewearyass says things
WELL opened to Say ...
Coz Happy Go Lucky
Makes Room for Today

Go Lucky Was Today
I Happy I Let Out
What I had to Say

Gotta Go With Inner Guide
Gotta Go with Ebb n' Flow
Gotta Make Room for SeeWEARYass
If We Want Lucky Happy Pot Luck on the Go

Key is Listening to Inner Childs
Come Five Years Old Fourteen Years Whichever whatever
For once One Lets ...
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September 10, 2009

When The Clouds Part
Mountain Air Gives Raise
Seeing of all Stars Shine
Sparkles Glisten Water Lilly Eyes

When Rain Lightens
Sunshower Smiles Upon Eyesbrows
No Frown Laughter Takes Flight
Shackles Dissapate The Eagle Glides

Peacful Harmony Removes Worn Out Shoes
It's Glorious When We Choose
House Of Wizdom Garden Lives
The Wings Of Flight In U

Warming Cells Greet Our Being
Permeating Every World
The Light and Sound Becomes All One
The Soaring White Light Swirls

A Dr...
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August 22, 2009



Walking to The Lollie

Why Did I walk to Eat Lollie
The Kindness They Showed Quiet Me
No Violence Did happen In That Place
Like Home I did Cop Mysery

Oh Lollie I Thought was Their Kindness
Oh Lollie Did tell me Not Tell
Oh Lollie I Ate with My Blindness
Oh Lollie I Thought was Not Hell

Confusing This Lollie I Needed
A Child I was young Secret Stung
Thisi Lollie Was Symbol Say Nothing
Reward to Be Quiet Tell None

So Frightened In H...
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Consciousness - Emerging - Soul

August 22, 2009
Silence is wonderful ..............


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