I have not a clue.

Bunches, Details, Disturbance.
Realization...All hell breaks out.
Rough time of no dimension.
Furthering expressions_ art. Time suspended.

Just trying to get on the page.
No hate...only flame. Surging.
Beast, Who is there?
Can't hail a cab on my death bed.

No surprise. I am art__ for now, a little stand.
At the edge of the forest ...the relief of my heart is beating.
Hard at the middle of the night __above.
Call me over....I come along for the ride.

Where is the last straw_ from my heart.
The veins of life run along the edge.
No violence...using words of heavy order. Describing!
Rage over me___Not getting my way.
Courage! You maniac. You are being too kind.

The nature of this love is the subscription_
to the very Much Evolved Human Race.
Waiting for your report. I find myself staggering.
At the edge of the cliff_ over the narrow sound.
Fly with me...I am found in a new order of things.

Glass eyes and antlers frame the bold new visage.
Manufactured substance of writing on the lamb.
Wings of watery blue light. Vespers, prayers.
Voyaging the senses, Waiting me _away.

wHAT i FELT IS NOT THAT i SHOULD.
but that i Could.
It felt like this, because _all that was here_
was something other than.
What I am.

I am a text report_waiting to happen.
How does one get to the full use of their holy brain?
My spirit _for the life of creation....
Weighs on the waiting words_just off the screen.

So we seal the disturbance of ink and light.
Papier mach'e  molding the dimensional  fusion.
Text phone tonight...Hard scrubbing atmosphere.
Wanted to blow the doors off_of fear.

Idiocy is not my fort'e. I am the principal'd architect of you.
My protection and production_ score the life of what this all about.
It is all over the page, and it is happening now.
Incidentally, I am the ultimate arbiter of my mistakes.

Mistaken request for my truth....................Questions?
Can blame me_ Sometimes it's just hard to be young again.
Look how this ends...It is with a subtle nod to the dark.
It ends on a dead tone...never to be seen again.
Because I said so, I only want to ascribe to the old age remedy.

God's love and light art the truth.
Massage of the negative fear_ can only blame ...
Mistaken Identity.
There is always this question...How do I get above?
The longing for what was lost in my life.

How can I_ now_ make it right?
This is the only thing that makes sense.
Scrubbing out the night.
Scaring myself into reality.
Writing the prescription, as I see it.

Exercising my right to explore the holy attitude of transcending.
What is there, when you have lost the aptitude_
To just go along for the ride. When you bring the house lights up.
The demeanor of knowing the rules_ as they are written.

God's love is in the word, and the word was God, and the art of living is in the description of the appreciation and  grace
Of Living__I have said before these same things_
In a different way.
And each time I get closer to the River of Life_
Flowing through my center.

There is so much more, where this is coming from.
I do what I can to bring my living seed forward.
Not to get attention, but to finally arrive at a place of being.
Meditation on a life lived...Passed due.

But not foregotten...I know I can,
and will eventually_ get to the obvious reason for trying.
Out of place and out of time, I hang up, but don't get
to surrender to the outlaws of space and time.

I am here for the duration of Time.
It will take all that I have_ to eventually overcome
all of the distance that lies between me and thee.
If we were in proximity...I don't know what I would say.

But I would hope that the honor of  meeting would...
Settle any doubt about what we are about.
In an extraordinary way...I am such a simple being and
My ways are so distinguished, as to be non-chalant,

But as you can guess, I am simply amazing,
And that is all. Again!
For on this night_
I was said.
To be listening.

TR@2008

Exactly as I wished it to be.
I cannot set my HTML.
For the life of me,
I only want to depend on
the existence of the gestalt.

Wholeness of order, and surprised
to exist on the transformative bridge.
Resolved to be a true and gallant Christian,
and yet in this world, I need to gather my structure.

Be a stand up man and write of my life.
Through all of the backward stands.
In this land of disatisfaction, I find_
my simple enterprise holds me enthralled,
Because I believe in something _

Greater, bigger, fluid, and small, always moving
In consciousness, it has brought me thus far,
and I can finally see the shape of things to come.
I am consciousness of action.
I depend on my reception of the life within.

There is a song in my heart.
I can flow like water on a table tilted, every which way.
What does that bring me?
It calls to me.
What does the voice say?

I am listening,  and tonight.
I am breathing within_ this life I seek.
In the science of God's mistakes, I am a bridge.
If I am a mistake, then I am making amends.

The Life of this world needs my great heart.
I Know God wants me to find my voice.
Speaking of action. Take this, as that.
Ultimately, with but few believers,
I will come to the head of my life,
and sway in the winds of time, as the great oak.

On this you can depend.
From my, yet, small demonstration,
I am casting the waves of my wind.
I am drawing on the truth of senses.
Corresponding with the one true Love.

It is difficult to trust the gathering.
I trust the gathering.
Like the bi-fold door, my two sides meet.
I am adjacent to my gain, as I am losing my place.
Outside, of this door, there is a swinging hammer,
I must walk under, as I pass back and forth, in time.
It wants to take me away.

What wills me to not be anything other,
than what I have become, is a deep faith.
Fostered, by my total dedication to the
depth of faith, hope, and love.
And then the remonstrations.

What will pass as fact or fiction?
What creates doubts and pretense?
Who is this man? What can he possibly mean?
He thinks_ he is a prohibitive favorite?
That he has a place, I know!

I've made my mistakes. And they are greater_
Than you can possibly imagine, but,... but, I can still_
Imagine that better place and feeling.
I imagine and believe in the 'fairy tale'.
The true reality....,
that we were meant to cast our greatest witness_
to the joys of aspiration.

The life of un-pretended fulfillment,
and satisfaction in our time_ in place.
Being in this moment __Do I commend myself _
to the act of Being?
Indubitably!

The Paradox is...I have always known my Trailways to the stars.
I am the real deal. A scientific traveler from the other side.
I have been a casual observer in a world of the children's
Well laid plans.
Why is it, we can't seem to get it right?

The answers are magnificently arising over the horizon.
We can no longer face our own demise.
Who can pretend the world is not broken.
I don't have the answers tonight, but
My enterprise is to cajole and encourage _first light.
To bring thoughtful introspection.

Faith within...
Each, of us, grabbing our own  bootstraps.
Realizing, not our political or economic configuration,
but that God has a plan.
First, we are loved. Second,
We have not been foregotten.
Third, Have faith, and fourth,
Remember to breathe.

I love you all.
I am just a simple man.
Written by the imaginary me!

Hello!, and how was your day?
I hope my thoughts are compatible,
with the shape of things to come.

Let's not pretend, anymore.
One mind, One heart.
L-O-V-E

Anywhoo!  TR_Out!
Sublime and lemon.
One, 2008

Puzzling,  How one sees for the first time. It is act of viewing without compromise. I am an intact actor on the stage. I take my cues and waite. When is my turn to shine? I want so much to realize a certain denouement of my affairs. The obvious answers to all of the questions.

When the release comes_ it is from the heart and the anvil speaks to the blind man with the ringing concussion of the obvious. The sublimity of times tortured path. The final relaxing moments of unrequited request.

I am home.

I thought_ simple. The idea was to review this heart striking time that came to play. I was home with my parents at the end of their time as it it had always been.  There life was changing in the abrupt shifting of great change. There religion was_ to have lived a whole life heartily. In God.

They are pillars in their community,  and they are getting to be somewhat_ odd with their age , but the love of the friends and family and their own points of view show,  that they are past all review of what might have been. Nothing is wrong. It just_ all is.  Perfectly.
Sound...Sane.

The dependable age of real men and women , who brought this world to the state of possibility of what could have been. Their children have not grasped the vigor with which our parents attacked the evil in the world with the simplest and cleanest of remedies. Hard work and love for their fellowman. These people fought with their very lives to defeat and destroy an enemy which had every intention of destoying them__ to get what they wanted. That was no namby- pamby world .  It was a world of  serious reckonings.

We have moved into  a world of hypocracy and double entendres.
It is the age of the kleptocracy and there is no love lost on the past. Everything is forged ahead for the advantage of being able to live above the fray at five star hotels and eat babies for breakfast_ for as long as they last.

When I cast this pall across my phase_ It is because I have deep questions that are not resolved by the parsed derision of the semantical overlords.
I want to  drain the swamp of all of the degrees and find the truth at the bottom of the lake. I went home as a dangling participle and returned as a noun. A solid objectivfied domain of purpose . Contained within the definition of me are all of the parts of the plan I have for serving myself to the world.

The body of this life is always on view as an action that takes place as it happens to find itself. I am in all intention responding to the soul edifying flame. And so I wander in the vail and engage my life's path. I want to come back to the moment that found me for this play. Where are we going on this night? I have waited late enough... to not have the time to go deeply. If only I wanted to be,  otherwise. I wanted to be here tonight to bring together another  foray__ into my visit__ back to 'Virginiana'.

When last we spoke I was supped and well fed, or at least the memories afford me no less. I had visited with my 1st sister at the parent's new place, along with her friend, while we watched videos of dancing and singing and birthdays and weddings, tack and so much of what one misses, when not at home.. They were there in Richmond for a storytellers seminar at some hotel near the university.

Then my closest sibling, my brother, just a year younger arrived from up north. He had his wife's cell phone inquirees on void. She, one of my favorite sister-in-laws, was being treated to an attack back boy's displeasure. He was reviling her displeasure. It was something about his avoiding more pressing family duties a hundred and thirty miles north. I have never known him to be so cruxed with his wife. It was odd, but none of my business.

 In the meantime...We went to the old house and began the unfolding of our plan. The one_ to correct the course of some of the missteps to this point. Not that everyone doesn't try to help out, but we are professional helpers__ of a world class accord. I do not say that lightly or think,  that we know more. I just know that together... We understand better the patterns of life and the results that are needed to accord to the plan...A path. We are not God's messengers, but we are ministers to his plans. And on the microcosm level of family, our family, we are the capacitors of assembly, and we will bring together the path and the package,  and we will get the crusty old voyager on his way to a satisfying and satifactory result. We can see through all the loop back.
The tries.... to never leave,  and make an enjoyable journey possible.

Mostly, It is about appreciating how easy it is to be hard and how it is so difficult to be kind. It takes patience and measured time and a way of breaking the course down into little bits. Our parents are old,  but my dad is not.  He still knows and believes that he is in total command,  but he has waited the the edge of time,  and wants the results,  that would have been if they had had a plan. They will  be comfortable, but there was always be more that could have been. Now it is about getting real in a kind way and helping our folks to get it done.

One thing about the children. All are very fine adults, now. We are all kicking in our best efforts to the life changing times of the recent events.  I am so glad that I had this time to pay my dues. I love my folks,  and  I  can honestly say... they have seen an array of life that few have appreciated more than they have. I would wish on everyone the opportunities and contact they have had with the world.

It is forever a better place ...for their having lived so long, and on the order of it not being over...by any means. I only want to say thank you for listening. I am looking for the thread of this review. It is the way I have had to go to get to where I need to be. It is what it is.

As to the rest of that night at the great house, I would say brother and I pulled an all nighter and this on my second day of no sleep and no helpers.
I was running on pure adrenalin, as was he . Memories of when we were young, and he worked for Bekin Van Lines, and I worked with him... that one summer doing state department moves in DC. We pulled crazy hours getting_ somtimes..... the impossible done. Moving the entitled is no easy task. Our folks are old scouts and not on the audacious edge.  They are  easy and untroubled. They are seasoned veterans and world cruisers. Wish the world had more like them loosing the chains.

So for now - that is a hail and a hearty goodnight and I hope_  I have begun to understand just exactly why I keep ripping this old saw. I want to key in on the heart of the matter. I want to evolve from the beginning to the end, and I want to edify with dignity the true path ...of just being honored to be a part of the parade. Going it alone_The natural way w/God , as my co-pilot.

Trust the Rust

I see this proceeding on your behalf. Not that I don't have a lot invested here. It is my story, afterall. My fortitude is my faith, and the legend of being on my game in this first test toward the sun. Here is the basic review. When we last met, there was upon arrival.... the wonderful return to the magic land. Whatever the intermittent term and trial of time...I have deep connections to the history of my past.

This is the land of when_ before my most fraudulent review was the extraordinary issue of a mind that saw what wasn't there. All things possible became the enlightened vein of contact, and I was truly swayed and swerved into contact with the most extraordinary council of claims. I believed on the greater nature of possibilities being under the purview of the enlightened masters who regarded my service as the void and the passion that was had....and once fallen...was severed, whence I became quite ordinary. Safely won to my loss.

My relapse into common faire and unfevered disposition... coincided with adulthood and the purpose driven life, but once upon a time I had gone insane with tactical matters that saw me as savior of the world, and I don't know that the claim is of any purpose, but to repose the actions of faith and practicality, that took place.

Once upon a time I believed in some quite extraordinary way, that I was contacting the vision of a life that would heal the whole planet, because alive within me was a secret place that without my ever knowing_ would not still be there_ if it hadn't at one time been a comfort and a home for the pleasure of my ordinary soul's divine purpose.

So as you may see my escape was both the dearth and the refrain of one who wanted to escape. I needed to mellow out and this was without drugs, and when I became involved in the recreational sacraments it only came to be a much bigger thrall and sprawling review of chaos and the imagined face. More lost than found, I came undone.

My escape was through the corpus callosum. This was just written__ not knowing that_ that was how it came to be, but then I google the 'corpus callosum', and come up with the evidence of routing factors that fill the purpose of the page to the review of the facts. For even as my simple understanding is not intellectually sound; It is with a purpose that comes only from faith that I would reveal the process of becoming even on the simplest path.

It is in the manner of our actions that we take place. And even as I fall_far afield of my ignition I am growing in my review and progress toward outcomes believed to favor the truth and resoundingly, I am subscribing to faith in my main engines.

I write from the heart and with a dearth of fear and the new contract with my actions, I am determined to pursue results that yield vision of solitude with a purpose of committment and the working out_ of the means__ to determine the course ahead. There are no salvation formations of fortitude...Taken like a pill.

I believe on and in our Lord Jesus Christ, because I choose to recognize the one clear and revolutionary way and truth that countermands all other man-ual attempts to subject man to earthly rule.
We are men and women seeking truth,and not...a determination of our future_ based on the fortune of confused choices. I do not claim a lack of missteps and puposeless practice, but I am coming to the strength of the stretch run, and my purpose is availing itself of the one true nature of Heaven. It is within us to be of the Lord and to intuit our road by the ears and the hand of our foorwork, eyes walking the path ahead knowing the footing is grounded in faith and practice.

So, as you have read...in whatever I do ...I am just a step away from the thin veil of the _what if it is true? I now believe on the simple practice and persuasion of believing in what you say. I hear your words and know that I am listening to you, and hopefully I am writing the answers of my faith in our transaction... as a furtherance of the transpondence of truth. Not what I said, but what I believed was the reason and the purpose of our being in contact. Remembering as I speak...what it was_ I heard. The empathy of transmission_growing in the lightness of being and change. The practice of the presence of God in the daily activities of living in this world.

As a practical matter...This document needs to end for tonight, but it has_ in a different way moved the ball forward, because even as I once lived in an unimagined, impractical world of not knowing. I am used, too.

Once upon a time... Even as I hardly believed anyone would think me sane...I never sulleyed the path_ by presenting_It...My changing atmospheres_ for review as a mongrel faith. I waited my whole life to come back and believe wholly and completely on the one original and true religion of God's purpose on the planet. Would that I had greater knowledge and not accidental conclusions, but I believe my purpose is sound and that I will acquire through study and prayer the beginning and then the middle and finally the end of where I am to go from here. It is in the end...an act of faith to even appear as myself. TR____See!

Who am I?
me, and How I offend
Get me away from myself, the need
disclosed, reordered disorder.
Bunching in the clearing with curved eyes.

Bold pretend of decisions left.
Run off the end of the track.
No orders to decide in here.
Reserve space to the dependents crime.
Open door to the main highway.

Wave front coming this way
on this days end. or
How it is ____
The will to rise to success in everything
To run through fields of satin lies.
carrying the truth __depends.

Whether the time left will
hold off the end
of nothing.
That would come
If noone was here.

Reaching back because I must seize_
_ the order of my frame and reference.
I am not operating in my presence.
I am wading loose in the vapors of some certain disorder.
a fugue of fiction and uncertainty.
Leaves little to retrieve.

Noone ever called me poetry man.
There is a certain freedom__
_ to being as I am.
I haven't always known this, but all roads lead to Rome.
On this earth we live as man.
Dream of the beauty of the land beyond.
And cry ourselves to sleep as we plan.

Belief and structure come from building the world within.
God knows us to be empty vessels.
To what_ we subscribe_ has the choice of our ends.
In my world__The reaching has reached transcription.
Now I choose to wrote the writ that rings down.

I am far man and in this end
I am off the way of the usual path.
My leader is the song within, the legend of hope.
My script is neither wounded nor proud.
I am writing my version of worthy love.
Nothing is perfectly exact or new.

Belief comes in the practice of trial and error.
Oneday, I want to be remembered for the travel that I made.
I went where my origin took me.
I looked at the bare bones of what was left,
When I gave up everything.
The sky rained down.

It was then that I swept on through
the torment of loss and guilt.
I remembered love and honor.
I gave back_ to my surprise.
I won a new life__ for my mission patrol.

My script was raised up on my heart.
I felt the true nature of love.
How art thou to trust?
If one can-not trust oneself.

I am forging my faith_
On my practice_ to realize.
what gifts come off my hand
on the order of finding
_ the thread of this life within.

In conclusion, this one practice took place
_ on this night and I have no fear of reprise.
I am the means and the intent of my practice.
Within the reasoned decisions__
Ahead_ I am finding certainty.

Like anything, we take our time, and waite to be recognized.
Why waite_The only thing missing is you.
I encourage all supplicants__to the real love of the real God.
Grow your life on hope and practice.
Belief that every day has it's end and it's beginning.
But what is now_Is all there really Is.

Live for the hope that we are growing in our committment.
That we will know the strength to speak the truth.
Now I am silent.
What was said is now here.
I commit every word _
To learning the way_ to write
to the world on your behalf.

I am you.
And we are loved_
I am thinking_ true,
but one must choose
This ancient truth.
You?

TR_2007_