I am on a quest for the secrets of my city.

Yet not the bad scary secrets.

No No..

The city slickers are less smooth these days

Perhaps money realities go into effect once a nose is turned on everyone

So many noses and then the hipsters find themselves with out

The rules of the world are real

The rules are sometimes kind as the wheel

Others more dangerous

But rules happen for some reasons

Just don't get ruled over

Not anymore

Yet I can master myself and my life these days

So in some important ways

I am no slave.

O dear darling

The day breaks

Curtains calling numbers

In the balloon booth

I got fever

So let me in

To your super digits

For an exciting

Honey.

To passionately and organically work on an amazing work for over a year and a half cans not get trashed.  That would be like burning the Mona Lisa!

great news

In the inventive and creative spirit of my diseased grandfather Paul Guttman Sr I have the interest of the University of California at Berkeley on a frontier experiment in optometry that should should help some cases of bad vision and bring greater clarity of mind.  On top of that I have the interest of a prestigious art school in an apprenticeship program.

As night falls

And I look at you from afar

I know that there still is a heart

In this secret world

I can feel you

I shall not hide

Nor ask to make you mine

Fondly I like you

So much like love

Perhaps greater than

As with the light touch inside

So as not a division happens

So to replace the dark places

And create purpose

As I love you with my sweet touch

Come and wonder and drink

The magic flowers in the cloud trails

They are arriving for the new vapor trails

To lead you homeward.

Is it what brings so sweet

As if there was something for me

Diamond dreams on the sea

To carry you with my love canoe

For I got your hand

Love sways with the waves

With your youthful ways

There again.

For all that moves move

When there is a muscle

Let it flower and sparkle

Give the span of dreams out

Freedom is not a slow path

Nor is it just wandering

Can you: is not actual question

Reality is to enter into the questions

To feel as a result

To feel not in fear

But as a child feels when talked to

When the inner world exists

In the visable.

The renewed internet

No ghost guys were in the daylight

And the library was dark and very still

The place was sparkling with flaming glitter

Grass shot to the ceiling of internet poetry

Poetry is the only way through

The eyes light up like icecream

Dreams appear like a sexy rolling fog bank

Secret beach's are waiting/waiting beyond the pale

Hiding with the boat in the old garden

Rain washes my face as the distant birds fly farther

Only to return once again.

The hand reached the top of the hill

As if as like touching the clouds

Big lovely laughing clouds dancing wildly

You can tumble she said she said

So I did

As if my head were clean from evaporation

You moved me you did you silly

You silly pie

There were streams of alligators washed away

Life was climbing with the flowering vines

And all this time it just kept growing

Cause and effect?

Not a chance.

In China

I was walking on the wall

Trying to get to the end of it

As it wingled around

With the noodles

Circling into a river fall

And towers close to it all

To dance on the walls

And let my entrails spill

Reading a book

With words

And bright colored pictures.