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