Say to yourself__

"There is something here worth saving."
Life is not a foregone conclusion.
The loser is not lifted until he stays
his state of mind
"Click, click, click."
Who can tell your story.

This rusty old machine
is digressing
to a worst
and last scenario.
Reliving the dregs
of the dreadnaught run.

"It's an ever gathering storm."
Switching back.
Some things are looking brighter
in the light of day
Occidental conclusions of an oriental mind.__
Prejudicial preferences of one__
who confuses collections
with reaping from the wine.

From the Da__Da__Da__world
of cliches:..........
"I have to save my skin."
This is not practice__
This is the " Real Thin ' ."

I am not contented.
It is not enough to dredge it up.
To bring it out
To regurgitate the senses.

No pointless play,
I will rebuild with the simplest of tenses.
The glistening strength__
a thousand fold__ beyond,
my old pretenses.

Make a stand.
To change it here,
and deliver yourself
to overcoming the fraud.

I've strained my ear to catch
the theme that originates from
changing time and gear.
Revolving in the present tense,
I hide by changing elements.
With no direction known__
I confuse myself with noise.

The hurtful heart reckons it is done.
When it lays hard and cold
in the trenches.
Pick it up and dust it off....
with the best of intentions.
Eventually to act as one__
who really cares, if his acts,
Are making any sense.

This is not an inconsequential act
of my own recompense.
Not connected still: my sense silenced.
My life in need of real.

To make sense now__
To seize the day.
To learn my way,
To earn my stay
To harbor no ill__
will toward anyone.

Everytime a word is written, it
symbolises a thought or idea
A credit to the brain.
Does it add to my measure?
Does it drain my life away?

Words like, ' therapy ',
'collective of the unispheres',
or 'Nazi' are
all, just
what they seem.
They, by themselves
have a 'keynote' aspect.
They tell a story
in themselves.

I would take 'Nazi' out, and I could
do that right now,... But__
First, I want to say,
I hate 'Nazi' themes,
and every time I hear the word,
I am revulsed.
Begone with Nazi
for ever and ever.
Don't forget the pain.
Don't forget the pain.
Which they wrought __
Their hate.

Reject every and all aspects of this
Evil thing. Be gone with that effect.
Love them.
Hard to do.

Love theme
"the peacefullife"
the quiet and joyful noise, music,
students of the love of life__
The Art and Building of a better world.
We (can) save ourslves from those
who think we have fallen. Real action
Love, Love, Love__
Emoting universal
kindness and peace
for everyone to believe,
For real__humankind.

We are growing in our resolute way
The real world of love is coming.
In many ways__ it is already here.

So, this is what, I am really about__
Nothing else will do.
This is what __ I see.
To be strong enough __
To believe in One's self.
To accept, that this is real.
To start, to begin__
To not give Way.

After breaking in and changing
round, I've seen progress
from last night 'til today.
I feel, that what was happenstance, before,
has become something
to be recognized.

For more than one, the skin was strung
upon a passion found.
With flowers round, he brought the
sounds of light and day.
I'd give this up,but it goes of it's
own accord.
There is a reason for my void.

For one bloody day, I held
in sway, the skin, that holds me in.
Truly thin, transparently so, it cradles
my vast space and all my parts.
A tiny package with every note__
focused in phase....
It moved without
the limiting mind
of personal self.

In a relaxed and peaceful stride
it ran toward all directions
known.
The pleasure of your company
resolved the toil of my play.

To bring in everything that was
cast clearly__lit and honed.

Back to the cast
that fear brings__
In...
I fought the waves and wind
To be strong enough__ to prove
my name, even when I was hurting
Don't feel sorry for yourself
This is all in the past now.
You proved it all, last night.

Get out of the way of your selves'
You are unified__you're whole.
No shame or blame is cast.
No crying now,
Ratify your existense.

It's not enough to be only__ this shell
To crack and not break outright.
What was before is no longer,
then__
What is now is created, again and again.

I must claim this voice and rework
his valid truths.
Till they are clear and beyond
all doubt.
The best that I can do.

While China slept,
the world did sleep.
Each country kept it's particular illusion.
Each generation keeping it's own counsel.
They all think they are right.
Real truth is not sold by corporation.
Corporations, think__
They are the Trust.

Communist or Capitalist
West vs. East
Vectors on the map.
They are self limiting
programs in demise.
Morality is not their stock and trade.
Of Western minds or antithesis... despot' s dreams__
They have their own agenda. The protection plan
What's yours is mine.
Th Protection scale.
Those that have are always right.
Everyone else is blessed by their poverty
The lack of filthy lucre.

Speaking of proof
This is coming to a screaching halt......Chop, chop
Snip,snip
Before I go much under.
This has been self- indulgent
and possibly, very vulgar.
I hope not too offend__only to open up to
the new beginning__
that sweeps up, from behind...
To begin again.

To recognize...I am leaner now in thought.
I am not the prey of my own conviction
I am worthy of pity or respect.
Changes were there.
I worked today, even if you won't see.
I hardly made any dust,
It is true.

I worked today,
I earned my way
Love me for this,
and say, " good day ! "
"good day! ," I say,
Back to you.

" He cares about what matters"
Sometimes, just to find the space,
To live, is
just so very hard.
I am not a drowning man.
I own my vessel.
Take responsibility for command.
Don't grab on and pull me down.
I'm bailing out this ship,
before the ghosts of prey__can circumvent my mind.

"You, over there ",....
the me that finds it hard to help__
"Your uneven oar is swamping my boat,
with incredibly thoughtless conceit."
Disunitive, abrupt, and caustic thoughts...are
Interruptions from your fear.
" Don't let me do to myself, what I would not hear of, from you"

Accept in these, the sojourn, that
this forelorn dread has wrung.
Discouraged by the lapping, arduous, waves of fear
the mind, that hung itself__ for not believing
In a faith so strong__
where honesty and truth and love__ prevail.
What time has wrought,
the journey done.

This is more than nothing.
It has to have it's say
To work out all the kinks
If not today, then later today.
If not today, then when?

It's all the same time.
The paradoxical moment of truth.
In place is now.
In place is here.
Everybody knows,
It is Now Here.
The covenant of Peace.

I know this__
I have not let go.
This is the way, I stride today.
It came to me to relax and allow.
It is creation being found in the act
of mind and hand and heart.
A soulful longing for my better self,
that is always hiding in the eaves.

I've learned a lot__
Thought is an overall collective.
Left unstrung, it flops about and
too easily comes undone.
Hopefully, today, I gathered up my iniative
to survive the downs and lows
and sub standard piles of crap
I always seem to gather.

I have the gleaning powers
of a garbageman.
I will sit and listen
to the same news story
over and over again.
Truth be told, I'm a sucker for
the daily life.
and the trouble it can bring.

Then I went off on some
diatribe about crappy attitude
and the non healing linear mind.
Can't remember what I did wrong.
I'm not going to be mad
I'm going to be real.
"If that's all there is, my friend, then let's keep dancing"
Miss Peggy Lee, singer of the song.

Go about your work
And leave undone the actions
of malice.
The cure exists as Love.

Love is all there ever was.
Love has to be
The rest is undone and without a thought.
Remembering itself__for it's own existence.

A new stage will come in me this day.
I will flow with love and all of it's intention.
Love is all I will feel, and all that I see.
Over and over, I strive to see and feel__
You are seeing me in peace and hopeful
Go now into the day and
Be Real.
Love is Kind
Help out.

Trust the Rust-1985-

Go now across
the Ocean.

Capture the reminders,
then thread them into
Into the feeling.

Visions...
Beyond compare.

Write of the time when
it comes down from where
I am waiting
to throw myself into

The source... flowing,
Running to your love.
Final motive desired by a man
who loves a woman.
Who loves her loving him.
Reason to touch the glow
that resolves in conclusion.

He lived with no source of life.
Giving love to free his melting toll
Going into superb reverberation.
Rendering love warmth
to share unselfishly.

I love You.
Your loving pleasure
touches me.
Intentional motions
of loveliness.
I am yours.

These many years ago.
A moment in time,
Yet so deeply revealed,
Love is all in kind,
True.

There is this sensation
of being, one in the same,
but momentarily, I am
Staggered
by the beauty 
of your tonal
palette, vibrating sounds.

Thrills, Sensations,...Examining
Experiencing...
This space in Time.
Motive made
Cylinderical sounding seeds
Skittering, Scattering...
Through air.

The breath made
fur tones,
that brush against
All bold spills of climbing
bound for beauty rides
in aural conquest.

Progress through labyrinthine
Modes of connection.
The structure of concentration
on shape makes
the song hang suspended
Perpetually in time.

Seeing my hearing.
Hearing the ride.
You take
in your vehicle.
Mystically made_
...Breathing.

Breathe,
From your physical body.
Whole self merging
with spiritually musical attunement.
Make the experience
of what
I am
Now Doing
Seem the way
It is.

Can I get a connection here?
How can I be... in the space,
Your in?
There is
 the art of love
in you.
How can I work,
like this?

It is not hard to be easy.
At ease in the rests.
Instrument of peace and contentment.
I am this
What is.
Question not the tune or the time.
You are not late.

If this is how I find myself,
then this is how I come to being.
It was what I wanted then,
and it is what I am wanting now.
Truth finding its way back to this life.

Expression of self undivided,
Breathing in, breathing out.
Reaching for the stars.
I want it to be right.
Singing out of tune .
Singing in tune
is sweeter.
I love that.

Being,...in tune.
I am the voice
of myself in words.
Still searching.
Reporting on my reach
to collect ...
what I hear, and see,
and read,
and to report back.
In my way.
The good news.

This was brought
back to me,...
written in pencil,
in the seventies.
In my box of dregs.
There are literally
hundreds of them,

But what are they?
I am just trying
to raise my sense
of where I came from,
when I didn't think,
so well of myself.

Oh, I had fifty ways, and
I was always with
someone with more talent,
and lo these many years,
I have had regrets, but now,
Somehow, if I can regain
the current of the Time of my youth.
I could heal.
This body of who I am.

I could remember,
Reaching for the best of life
time and again.
And always giving it back.
Or I could remember
What a great life,
I have had...
And share the truth
of my heart.
Knowing full well,
that I am merely a man, 
like other men
with a story to tell
and the time to tell it,

So hey, I've been really sick
for the last week,
So this was my comeback,
So such as it is,
It is a way of getting started
Once and Again.
Thank you fellow Blogstreamers
for all the wonderful stories.
I love this place.
It reminds me of home.


(My friend is a professor of music in Atlanta, now. I have not talked to her in years. She was an unforgettable person -spiritual and musically gifted.
And so full of love for life. )

Trust the Rust-2007-

Mind over Matter
I've heard is a way
of conquering your troubles
Have you heard that before?

It's only the way of entering
the feeling of waking reality

My mind is a lot of trouble
sometimes.
Especially, when I let myself
get trapped by it's games.

The maze thwarts pointedness.
Focused amazement is created
by direct action.

I don't need no limp noodle,
coaxial transpositional tangents
interrogating my purpose.

Surplus_____using time____
to sway___
my circuit riding transitions.
Minds eye is... me...perception
Different mind___safe___
from portage
carried forward___
from past___repeatedness.

Looped up, wrapped out___
Dislocated circumlocution
creating nothing___Useful
Fill the void with voidness.
...until answers
generate terms
of transmission.

Energize... on
located purpose,
proposed.
Efforts intended in success.
Surrounded,
Intuitive instrument
of Time.

Energy is Abundance
Abundance is Desire
Desire is Creation
Creation is Divine Matter
Divine Matter Is God
. . .
God is Love.
. . .
Love is Unending
Unending is Time
Time is Now
Now is Eloquent
Eloquent is Clear
Clear is Free
Free is Sympathetic
Sympathetic is Feeling
Feeling is Emotional
Emotional is Divined
Divined is Felt
Felt is For
For is What
What is How
How is You
You are Me
Me and Thee
Me and Thee is All
All is Everything
Everything is This
This is That
That is Something
Something is Happening
Happening is Active
Active is Worth
Worth is Value
Value is Life
Life is Identity
Identity is Unique
Unique is Difference
Difference is Reality
Reality is Energy
Energy is Love
Love is Love
Love is Unconditional
Love is Love is Love
Love is Love is Love
Is Absolute
Absolute is the UltimateTruth
Absolute Truth is Relationship
Relationship is Us
Us is Them
Them are We
We are You
You are We
We are This,
and We are Everything, but This
But , That Doesn't Mean __This Isn't.
It isn't Anything, but Everything
And Even if This Wasn't on Your
Inventory of Righteous Testament,
It was on Mine.

When I excused myself from a mission
for sugar,certo, and cigarettes___
To write this all down while listening to a baseball guy
remember when....about long foregotten base stealers.
Now, Jazz form is fine rhythmetica
diversion____for longing___to Form
Fission Felt Diversion
Custom Fitting Form
Experience to Be
Native Has Arrived
_____Be_____
. . .
TTR1980

Was it not to bare upon the fruit
of cast out doubt.
The deliberate sojourn of night and dark.
The excellence of love,
Conceiling the effort of a broken heart.

Wave upon wave, the light will out.
Taking measure of the initial flood.
Beginning the rise of coursing fame
The dimensions of a lifting body
Lightened in all aspects, by
the newness of being.

All the things of this day. late Spring
and the body is cool in the light.
The man could flee once again.
But fear has passed.

To bring all of this to pass
Not a question or doubt
That love exists is true.
But how, love becomes.

The physical measure of movement
The touch of body to air and sky.
The texture of concrete, wood, and
green grass.
The configuration of body, Forms.

Spatial questions of space.
The last of the endless flow.
Matter configured all in phase.
Will to the body, grow.

Merge with nature of Nature
Our world in which we fare.
The endless plane of existence.
Shared on the level of love, It is.

How do you say,...Love is Real?
It is in me, and all parts
of all that exists.

The charade of saying this and
not being it.
How can this be?
I must entrust my changes to
the higher forms of love.

As in, belief in what I Do
Being happy for happiness sake.
Stop attacking my world with fright.
Reception, ...receive life.
Live.

The potential of this moment exists, in
the illumination of the sun.
From breaths of air.
The air and earth and water of all the plants, Exists.
The shimmering dazzling aspects
of all of life, revealed.

None, other than you.
Have this gift to be where
you are now.
God is, Are you?

See the question exists
Amongst much confusion
for more than a few.

This amazing ability we have
to be.
To see, and smell, and hear, and taste
and all of that.
To sense what life is really for.
Love has given me, my life.
But it is not Real, Mostly.
BecauseI constantly forget.
I fear. It is not enough,
Yet. too late?

But it is all that I want
There is something happening here.

Now, that you know, once again,
I will ask you to take the measure
of your Heart.
It is calm. Yes.
There is the subtle coalescing
warmth of focus in your whole
form.
You are drawn into attention
upon your task.

This is you.
Believe it.
You are real.

That is not all, but for Now.
This is you, and you are here now.

That is what I mean
With the concentration of function,
will follow form. You are this,
Whatever you do. This is how it works.
Children have it, until unfortunately
the adults in their lives steal it away.

It is the Realness of You.

TTR ..1977