Mandala of sorts
Cone

To Catch the BreezeForest grew without paths an open bed of roses a sleepy place for a messTo Catch the Breeze
There was wind (not stagnant yellow stale air that does not free a lung) and my chest heaved and my heart was light
I laughed a bit as a drift wood tripped me and that crooked willow tree scratched my back
I did not think of a similar branch that had whipped me and I did not think of a broken knee or the swollen eye (but now I do)
Something swam through held my hand swiftly caressed and sighed Th


I will not goI will run into those waters with a head full of fire and grope for a thunderous worldI will not go
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I will wade in the concrete until my feet inch at hell and awaken those painful dreary souls cursed in a tomb a tomb a rock hard tomb until they know truth
I will pound at her heart until she is revived and all those mistakes that led her there are taken away away away
I will wince at firestorms but take it let a broken bone ache a moment then run a marathon of the mind
Though it tempts me it will not take me


So Long I lived it IIthis blood so long I live it as birds pass through the veins of sun whorls grip onto youSo Long I lived it II
and you open my fist and wonder why blood trails from half moon ditches forever and so many evers that this world dies before the tide stops and everything is red with the blood so long I live it.
These nails have earth beneath them earth on the beds of my flesh and dirt deep in the alveoli my lymphnodes are squire to it and voice has a mind
sings and sings and never stops to breathe tries to trap you tries to
Some Goddess
These Women
Some Old Guys Hands
ooo, colours
Okay, it's just an idea
Exercise in Concentration
Tangle for Levon

AlignThere needn't be any drama that would just be a crude method to deny the improbable and then where would we be. Tonight the moon exploded and shimmered down to earth like fireworks the glitter still hangs on the air and will until man reverts to caves. It's a shame we'll die before then before the store closes the solar system realigns the milk goes rotten before the next eclipse. The waves will swallow the earth the months will be longer a rustle in your mind will be doomed to die with no muse. That's how important it was &Align
Peer
Monique Sunlight

With the Paintsometimes these hands when I was a kid I'd play in the sand and they would be gritty all day and taste like what I later discovered were beer kisses . But that's how they feel again sometimes lightly dusted with tiny grains like some gymnast whose fingers bleed on the uneven barsWith the Paint
things slip out of them water in a river feet on an algae covered rock all these connections disappear like the feeling of god at my side and that ample protection that seems to fade fall through my fingers . sometimes


so long you lived it.confused with imagery someone found the way to never be hungry and not by eating the flesh of a man named Jesus but they discovered the universe of phantoms doomed to limbo never hungry, never painful never tired so where does their need go? It just goes away without even leaving a note not even a courtesy call. What kind of life is that?so long you lived it.
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The sky was dancing tarantella like the swords of a war and the music was a note so long you lived it. Heat pranced a silhouette of want so coarse &n
Arabesque
the Confessions
Converge again