whoop, yell, howl and scream
nice long walks through fields and streams
wide open spaces

wide open spaces may
make good neighbors when if 500
miles from such folks

I'm not sure what to
set down in words, pasting on
linegraphiti

fertile himmelbeet
big fat stinking kakarottes
where have they all gone

murderous sea waves
cheap haiku self therapy
go below surface?

William Nippress
There's lots you don't know about
Might really shock you

Hey, Oesterreicher!
Wo wohnst Du denn..
In Himmel? In Bett?

great big filthy mess
streets, hearts, air... spilling over
mother nature sighs

Now I want to sleep,
In dreams I play happily,
Nightmares are away.

Hey where are you Ash?
So long since you submitted
You OK? Your missed

Dee Plee Fab

Creative instinct
Will find a way to exist
Why in public, here?
*
Perhaps we need it
What better test could we have?
Than by fellow man
*
Brutal prejudice
Some honest and some helpful
Always a challenge

seeing up on toes
stretched almost apart to feel
away from below

his love is poison
his fighting never ending
his chains never break

whispy flow of hopes
drapes swing sounds of open air
come in and welcome

I'm not offended,
merely trying out new codes
for living as me

in the midnight hour
thomas tallis motets playing
ancient wall of sound

pierces soul and mind
melifluously singing,
peace of mind and heart

journalling process
no internal editor
heartspeak on the page

re-reading last year,
my journal when i moved out
inspiring me now

my mind runs so fast
back brain drive always thinking,
front connects with world

back drive processes
constantly checking life out,
response and sensing

i am struck by this
need to write it on this site,
public not journal?

perhaps i whisper
and test out my real voice here
anonymously

anger is from where?
yet not anger, what is it?
Rage against machine?

why so many rules?
old patterns try to impose...
No more do they fit

i cannot respond
like i used to, broken free
and being just me

with thomas tallis
and his voices, long since dead,
soothingly healing

what is openness?
do any of you guys know?
and does it matter?

good grief, it's too much...
'Time for Bed' said Zebedee.
I go, seeking sleep

Sweet oblivion
my pillow is my lover
I snuggle closer

Auf Wiedersehen
Und Gute Nacht, Himmelbett,
Four poster dreamer

Ich will jetzt schlafen,
In Traeumen spielen froehlich,
Alptraeume sind weg.

A feces hued shank
In my rectum i did shove
To foil intake guards

who has the damn key
and look..stupid cat waiting
fly me free..someday

%

looking straight forward
books at the park, dancing
rewards I pray true

taking a nice bath
feeding a miauing cat
incompatible

who owns me but me
thinking too complicated
too i'll take a bath

incorporating
your environment you have
no alternative

my love and me had
spaghetti carbonara
we had each other

What you said was

freedom rings for few
those lucky ones, indeed should
cherish that great gift

I believe that love
and ownership-possession,
are incompatible

openness, respect,
nourish other people and
encourage growing

authenticity
is living, loving, being
as you are, yourself

now, no-one owns me
I belong to me alone
giving is MY gift

We gave each other
Words, thoughts, ideas, feelings.
We both gave lunch time.

Though A metaphor
It is still a metaphor
It is metaphor

every rose, back five
I feel the lie on my thigh
Oh you know. cancel

no diary dirt
rearrange ..Robert PLant school
1st love..is it true

you are an asshole
calling me the demon shame
he she and the strings

faster pussycat
Paris is a jailbird free
goin goin gone

oh shit the giant
fee fi fo fummin his way
through speakers on air

life loi moi tres bien
also a joint paradox
consumed by all of

here wango tango
covered in cat scratch fever
gotta love "suck It"

high-flying dazzle
would you put aside the dream
it has bitten you

are you coming back?
your mind is trully missed here
maybe you tired..

bravery to check
the obstruction of war is
in the right order

we need more robots:
more time for playstationing!
schlaraffenlanding!

strange phenomenon:
big fat pathology book
makes me look simmer

astrogenital.
georgian tradition
needs more marketing!

beautiful air wave
the sound is mute but I feel
peaceful surrender

So good to see you
I reveled in your quick mind
We talked of our lives
-
Pickled red peppers
Olive

real love is baroque
totally complexual
so you don't get bored

aching for knowledge
surviving the times comes first
heart fleurys soundly

It

words just keep going
the time is ticking away
with run-on sentence

delicatessen
corned beef and patrami meat
offers love with cheese

Temba, his arms wide.
Sokath, his eys uncovered.
Mir, his sails unfurled!

i heard you like them?
she asked with a postured grin
yeah, I loooooooove mudkips

opening a dive
across from the big hot spot
I'll call it "Denied"

moving to Utah
I will take up with five men
then I will be rich