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limitless

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eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

heath

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descendants
from artless love
of loam
of rain
of flame
of hearts
both rhythmic
and silent

let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are

signing spat

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my stupid comment
silent but tasteless
tick’d her off

her palms and finger’s
kung fu flyers
flailing from her body
hitting me
hurting me
without touching me

later
my penitence
my standing
on a breath of bend’d knee
flutter’d before her eyes

till we both surrender’d
embrac’d
and cultivat’d smiles
on deaf hands

spacewaves: Piccadilly Circus

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in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

dreamverse 1

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the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

rock star

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hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

change

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outside my window
Nature’s shedding her cocoon—
metamorphosis

unicorn eclipse

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among Heaven’s eyes
might a Child see a Pony
whose Horn hears his Wish

cradlesong

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hearken!
again that lullaby—
and that voice—
of my other Mother—
her tune
stroking my spirit—
pacifying the preyer
within me

stalwart roots

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of life a spectrum
in the gray of lifeless stone
somehow finds a way

bug’s eye view

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for but a moment
he pauses

Darning Needle

his realm to survey

to muse over the marvel
enfolding his senses

till arouses his wings
and the real dragon
within himself

Ghost with Child

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yesterday
lightly keen’d the heavens
that today
into fresh gardenscapes a breath
might empower hallow’d Mother
her Newborn-To-Be to bequeath
with the gift of wondrous Spirit

saber dance

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though I parry and thrust
against spirits of the surface sky

for now
more than my rehearsal
against latent evil

I am imbued in peace

in Nature’s harmony

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

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lens watch

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another face in the crowd
to wax database

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Voices from an Easel

Tag Archives: Art

limitless

eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

heath

descendants
from artless love
of loam
of rain
of flame
of hearts
both rhythmic
and silent

let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are

signing spat

spacewaves: Piccadilly Circus

in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

dreamverse 1

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

rock star

hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

change

outside my window
Nature’s shedding her cocoon—
metamorphosis

unicorn eclipse

among Heaven’s eyes
might a Child see a Pony
whose Horn hears his Wish

cradlesong

hearken!
again that lullaby—
and that voice—
of my other Mother—
her tune
stroking my spirit—
pacifying the preyer
within me

stalwart roots

of life a spectrum
in the gray of lifeless stone
somehow finds a way

bug’s eye view

for but a moment
he pauses

Darning Needle

his realm to survey

to muse over the marvel
enfolding his senses

till arouses his wings
and the real dragon
within himself

Ghost with Child

yesterday
lightly keen’d the heavens
that today
into fresh gardenscapes a breath
might empower hallow’d Mother
her Newborn-To-Be to bequeath
with the gift of wondrous Spirit

saber dance

though I parry and thrust
against spirits of the surface sky

for now
more than my rehearsal
against latent evil

I am imbued in peace

in Nature’s harmony

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

lens watch

camera ensnares
another face in the crowd
to wax database

eyes overwhelm’d by Heaven’s chandeliers— minds challeng’d by roofless Night yet what of microcopics and their microscopics? a universe in a drop of Nothingness Beginning and End found in empty baskets on Time’s doorstep— a trial of credence

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in the far tomorrow eyes within Magellanic Clouds might detect a signal

vivid voices among the stars on golden record

an old crossroads of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock in Milky Way might be no more yet tarries my name

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the card deck of my footprints shuffl’d cut reshuffl’d dealt to the many myselves till I’m awaken as one to a fading memory of those last hands

sometimes a struggle to a complete fold

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hero on a cd houseboat sometimes anchor’d sometimes ploughing video streams— hypnotizing eyes and ears at the dinner table where guests not only share but also digest as a solitary one with appetite fully satisfy’d while never full enough

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outside my window Nature’s shedding her cocoon— metamorphosis

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among Heaven’s eyes might a Child see a Pony whose Horn hears his Wish

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hearken! again that lullaby— and that voice— of my other Mother— her tune stroking my spirit— pacifying the preyer within me

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of life a spectrum in the gray of lifeless stone somehow finds a way

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for but a moment he pauses Darning Needle his realm to survey to muse over the marvel enfolding his senses till arouses his wings and the real dragon within himself

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yesterday lightly keen’d the heavens that today into fresh gardenscapes a breath might empower hallow’d Mother her Newborn-To-Be to bequeath with the gift of wondrous Spirit

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though I parry and thrust against spirits of the surface sky for now more than my rehearsal against latent evil I am imbued in peace in Nature’s harmony

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eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

descendants
from artless love
of loam
of rain
of flame
of hearts
both rhythmic
and silent

let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are

in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

outside my window
Nature’s shedding her cocoon—
metamorphosis

among Heaven’s eyes
might a Child see a Pony
whose Horn hears his Wish

hearken!
again that lullaby—
and that voice—
of my other Mother—
her tune
stroking my spirit—
pacifying the preyer
within me

of life a spectrum
in the gray of lifeless stone
somehow finds a way

for but a moment
he pauses

Darning Needle

his realm to survey

to muse over the marvel
enfolding his senses

till arouses his wings
and the real dragon
within himself

yesterday
lightly keen’d the heavens
that today
into fresh gardenscapes a breath
might empower hallow’d Mother
her Newborn-To-Be to bequeath
with the gift of wondrous Spirit

though I parry and thrust
against spirits of the surface sky

for now
more than my rehearsal
against latent evil

I am imbued in peace

in Nature’s harmony

camera ensnares
another face in the crowd
to wax database