[(penn-mar 91732) 2013 march]
(2013)
Consider the cube as a unit of measure, a measure of substance of volume, of weight; now give this unit meaning,
Beginning through the strife withi… loosening universal turmoil causin… starting untold acts of death and… that cast all human beings out upo… Caused by the passing on of bitter…
I understand, not much; or plenty of understanding that which is und… an understatement; really! To unde… that which is under stated; unders… or ball cap, or ball sack, or gunn…
I LOVE I JOKE I’VE HAD
My unclear mind’s refuse, to read your deepest thoughts; this hallowed consciousness, now reamed of its trust; the lack of you, beside me walked,
It was me and every motion is my soul’s perfection is as always that beauty accordingly, I quarrel
The movement, of all that there is… the Earth’s atmosphere is nearly t… nearly all there is; almost everyw… What is up, with it? This, in the… This movement bourne, of design an…
A call of love is heard winds of wish find you tonight open please your life for heart and soul love reignite wet your lips, kiss the dream
Surrender mind, down on two knees, feeling so very randy; thought focused, homing on, flesh as sweet as tasty candy; eyes, watch quivering lips,
each thought, on a breath inclined of indecision trails failing embers
Have we all truly imagined a picture of creation one in which the omnipotent being, our creator established this garden
Sol, that Pathway into our System travelling millions and millions a… so many millions of miles too warm our faces in these Spring’ of… elated freedom’ in the warmth’ fro…
Truths of reason, truths of fact;… eternal mindfulness lacks self’s i… resound thunders, an inner chime w… life recoils rounds chambered, log… conviction’s horror, inner thought…
Simpletons united; citizens’ infig… the righteous among US dying; oft… Simplicities mob, the Bourse as b… upon this societies in-servitude m… Supposition’s Asp’, asked
Silence, shears these flushed and… where life’s divide descends, thro… voiced concerns, hold no mere mort… words hang below, the gasp from mi… often, one’s jest reverts to hatre…