Of                                    March 23, 2009

About half way down across the border

Pass two nights back around another brother

Who satisfied admission to wishful thinking

Won him a crown that sits on everything

And shines even after you shut your eyes for sleep at night

When winding roads twist off into underpinned tones

Of silence and undergoing changes

Of such constant nature that you can only hope to glimpse

An idea of the simplicity of overall workings

Interactions with people throughout the night

Is the puspose of asking that taboo question

Ubiquitous teardrops fall off hardened eyes

That haven't looked at themselves in a long time

Of weaving and dancing and thining abouty the one way

To reach that place of fortitude

And constant peace of everything happening

Is ok and life

Without other paragraphs and pages of stories

And misinterpretations of events and subject matters

Whose context is founded on no formal agreement

But nonetheless exisits for us to grab hold of and squeeze with ripe life of enjoyment.

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Predictions of the unpredictable

Should be left unpredicted

Not that predictions are worthless

Those for personal safety from unwanted and inuuroius intrusions

Which by the way do not exist on a universal level

Where there is a general understanding

Of satisfying relationships and behavior

Although such may be seem as off the wall

Of proverbs and round bellies

Of old age that comes as darkness yawns past the thought

Of allowing the sun back into the game

Of forces and movements miles away.

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Nothing rolls without bumps and bruises

Of unexpected areas before a letter of reconciliation is left

With all that can't be seen from here

You go east and west and west and east

Without knowing

So why does it matter that the map is up or down

Or even backwards without transparency

Of diluted containers containing the contents of some contingent continent

Of rouse that you can't hear either

But it can help you resolve yourself to yourself

And to help yourself help yourself

Creating catastrophic distractions of afterthoughts

And before a beautiful storm of illusion brushes by you

Around you and through you

The entire night causing deep digging into your soul of souls

To not touch the image of something

That cannot be attained and should not be attached

To anyway you look at numerous looks and disguies and tricks

Used to further takes the game into unknown areas

Of excitement and tension that wraps around the heart and attaches both together

In overlapping voices of harmony and a bright future of floating around the spaces of each other's souls

I saw a stunning vision of beauty

That was somewhat vaguely familiar to a younger lad

Of higher courage in respect with what he didn't know

That it can be both good and bad

At the same time and a common union can be formed

Without anticipating results of history through functional lenses

That haven't seen such beauty before

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One fake call threw a figure of amazement

Slouched down in a seat of music

And smells of people daydreaming

That it's a dream to see this occur

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How do you step into another's soul

In the first minute of meeting someone

That can't be met or other scenes where friends

Leave friends and have to be reunited by friends

Of the friends because crickets did chirp

When the sole of shoes touched the soft wood

Of ambience in a transformed gathering

Of temporary nature that leaves positive areas of experiences

For happenstancers and seekers and acceptors

And others of various phases and stages of watching all of these events in life

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