Pieces of nothing..

Are impossible to teleport if waiting escort
Train comes with sun to fade into the rains
A hand to greet three ducks looking meany
Brings melody from turbo charged muscles

Eagle in the night..

I wish there was more

Sky for all to explore

Yet sky itself is falling

Wishing for new stars

Yet they too are fading

It is not just another day

Never say same and never

Never to get better

Eyes dim in drug rooms

You will pray and drink

Feeling that nothing is

Real except this world

Nose held high and in

The fire of the ego wins

Forests drinks the ash

Blame is lost in crashes

The trunks smoldering

I would do the risk

Aim hard and fast

Your kick comes

With times

Ending.

My favorite creative process...

Often making a little masterpiece doesn't matter and I  am having almost too much fun writing, laughing at times, and it's like a drug, when I stop writing I feel that some magic wonderland gas is swirling around the universe.   I had given birth to a giant creativity cloud.  Overly conventional butt wipes lose their balance, fall to the ground, have convulsions, and admit they still like My Little Poney!  Happens every time!  Soon they are trying dance moves and petting cats.  It works!

Take me there...

ALICE IN EPIC LAND

By Mark Guttman and Morgan Green

On her way out Alice finds herself in a chair watching Cat Woman on boob box  land

Sadly it seems she will be there for an eternity and forever more in dream castles

Not a care to live and not a fear of death she sat as if a great man danced closer

She felt fog in her living room and a softness and peace just like fancy dreams

With an idea that all was good in a world outside with flowers and high towers

High as the clouds there giant birds like swans in the airs on lakes freedom

As her dream was swelling in her thoughts found her lost in reverie beauty

She will be your guide...

Flip to back Flip to front

Audible Narration Playing... Paused   You are lis      Kindle book.
Learn more

Here I go on with the show shazam!

In the moment when all you are is heart

Then perhaps it can be heard as a song

Asking for some form of returning

To bring back something

Where the missing thing

Must be hiding

Blood soaked

Tears

Sun.

To be laser like..

limes explode in my firing line

Steeped in myth around death

Weapons moves behind cloaks

But lightning eyes penetrate it

Even smiles betray wild hatred

The laser is as fast as water

Time changes in new winds

Abnormal violent end robot

Crashing crayons in violence

Smashing loud within

Dirrect questions!

Please listen?

I was told today I look 28 which is about half my age?! Weird.

In this dry land there is no rain...

yet their are actual paintings

People reaching like rising seeds

There in Marin vastness

Signs of liquid cash spilling

And hopes come like dreams

Curious people waiting

I seem to notice a secret

Like an tomb of life

And a wave in key hole

Rocks tumbling down in maddening

Sounds

As cracks appear

Sounds

Today is my birthday and 24 days later the death of my dad two years ago.

If living means anything to me it has to do with my research on happiness.  I firmly believe that when some degree of happiness happens most people grossly exaggerate how happy they are and lose the passionate effort that is required!

Yellow may be a form of green.

The serious question is how colors like green and yellow effect vision as green is a color in the mind, an atom and and a ray of light.   If some people suffer unreality anxiety than green and perhaps yellow may help.