Let's get up for the review of the books.
What was said is true...I believe I have reached_
a review of the stage.
Where I am_ is a new sector of being_Around the bend.
A heart of gold has lost it's mend.
Stolen in the light of a pitch perfect night.
Entering in and getting_ On-board, all at once.
Bringing a semblance of order to the proceedings.
Why this night, when I came down,
Wakening light, driving forces, wish I had the sight.
Mission being_ a rough ride overland, astride.
Dark horses on the river ride, a hair's breadth edge,
or a mile from the ledge_Have no sight.
Flying blind for whiles, that pass without organized light.
I am a man, simple planner, planning rides.
Question is _Can I blast that effective rust , off my eyes.
See the dirt is grifter's gifts of ill-fortitude and famous lies.
'Maison d'etre'_ air supplies, breaths of light. My_ one_
reason_Rise!
Recently crafting new eras of questing earth and dense articulate.
My heath in rows of factored artifacts, and histories drawn down particulate.
This is more like the imagined dream of the new
subjects' acquired dream dawn.
I am fully raising the able word of my e-mission
floated dimension.
I raise the dense curtain, clear the stage, lights up-On.
Broaden the attack and bring forth the range of e-motions.
We are pre-densified by our attraction to the past.
What acts will follow have been known for all time, and when it comes.
I will have arrived and know how to proceed.
Soon now the range of rising tones_ blend and gather , scurrying, percussive smashes and claps, crescendos, lean down in attack, not a false note floats above the crowd. The gathering of players resounds in breaths of sound_ singing tones to the melody afore their hearts.
Quietly a hum gathers and wings the beauty of the day rising in sun's full glory.
New days ahead fill the heart with beauties light.
I can only see the art of life as being what we came here fore, and why we came to be.
To write of expectation and believing all is love and glory and right.
I believe this life is heaven's breath brought to breathe through our life.
Making each of us_ All that we can see_ Our way to be.
I am loving that_ this ordinary life is still full
of the magic of life.
Entering into my being is the reality of storing and being in store.
I have always been here and I have always been alive.
Remembering to arrive in each moments breath_
brings the light.
On the other side of this wall my family remains in complete disavowel of my fame. To me.
Keeping the truth on the night_ is my cortege and my stage of path.
The rise of human writing to the day, when we read what we live.
Breaking down the act of being alive_ Into resolutions of light and love.
Being alive is the sacred act and the wife of each of our acts.
Our children survive all attack, because we believe in the right of survival.
We fight all attack_against the Grace of Hope.
And forever, in our touch, is a belief in the real action.
The compassion of giving back_ Our lives.
All surrendering_ To survive the attack of lies.
Fully and absurdly, realising there is no going back.
I crack at the dense curtain that has thrived .
For all time and in the present, yet there is a new dawn ahead.
I am down to my last breath this night, for there is a time to leave the floor.
This has been strange for anyone, who has read what came from my door.
I am here and I am home and I see this little fiction as a fulfillment of a pattern of change.
It is the same as I have always been, and yet I am more articulate. What if?
What was a hair's breadth from the edge or a mile away.
Showers down all around and in under the door of my home.
The window's light shows the dawn of a time to come.
Oh! sweet mystery of life, I am given to believe
my path evolves for thee.
To my Lord, Jesus Christ, I am given to come to the fore of my leading edge.
My meaning_ is_and of this, and more, and in the rest of my life _I am being courageous and strong ,
And reasoning, well, I will become more able.
At my age there is only what lies ahead, and I believe the time is near for no regrets...What's More!
I have no regrets_Everything I have given has brought me to this and more.
To record the actions of these moments and portray
the writing of this life.
I am authentically this change that has come over me.
I want to be free of ever having to call my name in shame.
All things are just as they are written and no room is left for false requests.
I am not inventing this. I am seeking the true heart of me.
We are making history. This night.
I say this because I enable me _ by coming to the fore. Authentically presenting the art of 'my being' _in this forum of light.
I evolve and grow to extend the range and worth.
My fortitude is my hope...No lies!
I love this life, and regard you all, as friends.
Thanks for being there for me.
This has been quite a night, filled with distractions,
And yet displacing everything I made the effort to
rise above and smell the breadth and range of love abounding_in all of it's enterprise.
We rise or fall by our last request.
On equal terms with all possibility.
I do not pretend to know my next request,
but I will to my last breath_
Convey the best that I can See.
In the living rooms of my life_
I am growing into a real home
for the savage wanderings
of all those lies.
Running through all the bones and ill defects,
There is a final request for actions taken.
Somebody, Please ! Turn on the Lights!
TR4/2008
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You may not be able to see more in the dark, but the dark enables you to undersand what you cannot see, because you are forced to use all your senses, not just your sight. It must be blinding on stage with all the spotlights on you, kind of like being in the dark.
luv ya,
n.
I am not insane. I look across the yard_s.
Of time and space and you.
Distance, perhaps, a list, a crash, a zoo.
'Locus Operandi' approved.
n.lynn, dear sweet friend, always there and then.
I know my voice has a nose and eyes, and a touch and a taste of what is.
I feel the view, that is where the round and round comes from.
I don't think it all, unique, but I don't question the catch.
What it is to be__becoming me. Has it's own unspokeness.
In the matters of time_ of what came before the moment that is.
There is the refractory of lasered light that gains the edge.
The assortment of questions _ which in constant review_take place in the ordering_
Brings...A hole in my ability to trust_ My way. Eventuality!
Outside, now, not in a box of gets. Safely working_ Inside_ a_ gain.
Not all observed answers foreswear the lightning rod of night.
I sort and send, my results are tools_not to/not be_ a leading light.
My asking_ is my persuasion of me/ seeking the water level of my hope.
That you were there/ reading me_in this light says_ the beginning has begun.
Where and when there is plain spoken truth and reality?
I still weigh/wait the gathering of my skeins. and sends.
The life long waking of_ the walking forward to_ the constant review.
Give it to you. I am not a secret messenger of something new.
I have lived in a very down to earth / real life action of total truth.
Everything that has happened is really true.
There is no fakery and all of the blazing of my body's constant review.
I cannot express my gratitude, any more, than to say, Thank you!
In your allowance of my solid expression of hopeful notes.
I am more_ an orchestral version_
In a short reverb chorus of splendid eccentricity.
The chorus of 'changing'_ what it is_ To finally trust the passage _ way.
Life is coming together under the lights of true reciprocity.
Living in the open as a digest of purpose giving self to the form.
Forged not of fear I gain the light of total enterprise.
I gain my purpose in the action of the doing.
I had a vision of artistry as a language of words that were more
representational of relationship than of a set form.
Feelings to know the why of when there will be a complete answer to all the questions of what is and why we waite always for what has not yet happened.
Then I realize, It did, when Jesus Christ died for our sins/us on the cross at Calvary, and then the burst of light...My eyes...Again!
So bright. The gain of altitude and the quaking of the night_
Bursting!_ Through the noise of all the usual suspects.
Pretenders, again are making their gains and in the vain noise of lovers of sin, are cracking their whips and chains.
You can run away from my vision of our quandary, but I am finding
my path. Goes through the door ahead of me.
I trust that you will know that my version is only my attempt to make sense of my birth.
Failure is not my event horizon. There is a real'New Earth' in sight.
Just about done for now, but as always, I am seeking the inner
purpose.
The proposal of this night is done in the foundary of this life.
I am totally attracted to what I do next.
I Get. Always, In Love, TR
Yesterday is worth living for. Lets live now, and live it well Rusty...
When I read your posts, I am loving the one, who is saying these words, because they touch my heart. It is enough to hold the touch of your heart. It has such peace and it speaks universally of the life,.. We are proceeding and running the race and it is good, because we know it is meant to be.
Before I go, I want to share, that I had a great day, not being at work_today My fifteen year old daughter,'K', and I were both off.
We went to the zoo at Pt.Defiance Park in Tacoma,Wa. and the
water-front walk on the first warm day of the last two months. 62 degrees. It was glorious. 70 tomorrow and we are headed for the ocean, 140 miles away. Wife's mom lives two blocks off the beach.
Plus we ate at the Frisco Freeze, W. Washigton's best burger joint,
old school, all the way, and then we had double-dipped ice cream at a shop, out of the 60's. It's Easter break, so kid's everywhere. Nice day, great pictures, even some of me and the kid.
Pluses, straight up. I just wanted to share, and now I am off to John's, where I always enjoy your exchanges...& John and company,also..
On the weird side_ We just watched the dumbest movie, with R.Gere,
and J. Binoche, called 'Bee Season', no comment. About a family, husband and wife with deep problems, who are raising a boy, older, and a younger girl, who are suffering, and yet supporting,their parents difficulties, by going along for the ride, until, it becomes obvious, that they must break the cycle, which has become an illness of the whole organism. "Oh, what a beautiful mess I am.",from a song by "don't know." It,(the movie) is beyond words.
Not great at all, but certainly worth viewing. I am out of here, my dear.
Oh!, one thing, check out blog, called-
http://www.shekharkapur.com/blog/ " the movie director"...It's quite an amazing site. Trust me.
It is beautiful and I have left comments, that I am feeling so good about, because I feel so right about being there with the people, who are sharing there. May God Bless,
yours, from Rusty's 'tin can telephone' bye, G'day "smile!"
Sleight o'Hand or Conversation with a Prestidigitator
Hand to hand,
eye to eye, heart to heart.
Object, energy transferred
a Solar ring of Fire,
eyes of God winking,
a gift from a desert(ed) land
exchanged for my parallel vanity,
l'argent de la luna
lay in palm.
Offering accepted.
Palm closed
Palm outstretched.
Offering made.
Entertainment? Trust.
Trust in sleight o' hand/heart.
Eye to eye,
hand to hand,
palm enclosed on
accumulated past
energies accrued.
therein lies the magic,
lulu
It is just the beginning. I am liking this first contact. Made my letting go_get. All is good at 11:40, just back from the last run through of 'Kiss Me Kate' production, rural exurbia,outside S-E-A-T-T-L-E. Daughter in it,I said.Tired. I go to bed. Thank you for your gifts and I am gone, sleeping near S-town,TR"Rusty"
I have no poetic words to write ..... guess I'm in kind of a slump but wow can you ever write. How do you do that?! I also mentioned you on my site today. Hoping you are well.