The creation of beauty beyond control.

 

 

Not the old nightmare

It is a new circus for the hip

Escaping from such boxes

Boxing them in

Somehow?

 

There are evenings like this

Like a love story

 

A brand new world is coming at us.

 

I fall back into bed and drift away

Nothing changes and so that I change

As if the rivers always turned to face me

What ever happened as the stars opened

My heart a liquid ocean

And a grave in a very strange place

Closed from the ghosts of tomorrow

As the upwards fire shoots to the clouds

With unusual desires

With a mixture of liquids

Stretching Jacob's ladder to the heavens

And nothing breaks as it should

That is the trick that was not intended

That gaff that got a laugh

And here is the place

That it is.

The ego is what grounds us to the physical body and keeps us in the conscious world.

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The mornng Comets

Speak of love spirits

And marching bears

That live to give

It is a sweet parade

For

All living beings

Open up your mind

You silly people

Go low

Go high

Give the bear life a try

All is right

Dancing at noon

Everyday.

I too love Texas.

There are more fun things in life than having fun.

So I got the news

Unforgiving wrath leaving ashes in wake of destructiveness blood splattering game playing reverse sexist evil duck.

South Africa is a bonifide Uplifting Thoughts friend country.

SOME DAY I MUST GO THERE AND LEARN MORE.

The cause of zombie behavior in a new light:

The individual(s) in question is likely emotionally disturbed but is not overly mentally disturbed.

Love is for fools.

Love is still a mystery

I still don't think it is sexual

It is a insane

But it is also lovely.

I can make an educated guees

There must be millions of poems the size of a few thousand books of unpublished work where many great poems are hidden and have rarely been read.

Crime.