Here Howls

Here howls a beautiful language,
We men never thought communication gave best effect.
Did we care, trust?
Think, walk, a favorite idea stuck - to have her stand.
Paint a rhythm, up, down
I am for mellifluous death.

See, choose only play,
Style, a Queen crept in,
Will her father love jealous joy?
Shared solutions negative,
Think! I resent open unity!

Lead her above denial, for psychedelic drug
They avoid or give reach to insane diversity
Make thin grass opinion,
That clean fun when found, blocks totally.

How old is life?
Know if life was experiment, I see childhood's best,
     a faithful young companion.
Balance through our great film,
She must try to test over life and not feel bitter,
     She is sweet.
     Alleviate Mother!
     Believe Brother!

with N____ N____, 7/15/06, 39,  40,  41


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Follow the Language

It's me, your canvas.
Follow the language of the Self,
although all around you,
an open shimmer, is glorious, clever and straight.

Companions like calm men.
Understand, and delve in a surreal subject.

I am the original Girl, a grand balance.
Grant her, as it is fashion to make a bold opinion.
Come give me a big luscious daze.

Destroy my white part,
have her more blind, appear like she's nude
No style here, observe her before she's psychedelic.

Free dead music,
Scratch a dirty hot influence,
Always slather that blue.

Brother get electric about this Sister.
This Sister was Gal envy!

Fine, if Mom ate out,
Investigate peace, you walk some, eat,
A bare icon, the effect is a less obtuse diagnosis.
Water, then time.
A tinge aggressive, I am troubled, your space, how empty.

Base differences block up
a mellifluous song through raw touch,
Understand that, and create.

Never break pride,
or damage to mount, or stop, or have resentment.
We deserve the effect of a past sex angel,
who could not investigate death.
Use above your studio,
the crass solution, Husband!

A symbol married this thought partner,
Progress, Laugh!
Impulse is their will!
A sober missive.
Good you take him to bed..

Empower then delight
Faithfully capture every crazy hymn.
Partly green, cooking is better,
A laughing fool would story our black star.


with N____ N____ 5/31/2006, 68, 69, 70

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If Time Could Think

If Time could think . . .

Our anger would have every faithful share.
Speak out now, and imagine when liars are at process.

Never capture me Babe,
And this under observation:
Serious systems worry Mom - hard characters never lose.
Your harmony runs drunk.

Mom how will the girl kiss?
Who frees my pain, scratches sense,
afraid then we only would see together,
wooden models who want guilt.

Boor! Soon you’ll know to walk or cry .
Hand an enormous dish to the soft side of guile.

My luscious wife asks me:
"Here is my husband, grown.
 Give him my music."
A metaphor tempers sexual fright.

Love my cooking. Have that sleep!
Handle fingers in scores,

Learn daughter!  With grace,
Get effects and draw mad men!
A made-up masterpiece
comes to night-time party life,
Color your studio,
Women are shopping.
Abuse wanted in their inclusive life.
Please perform shyly for a week.

Honey, use it.
They care, you are testing love
You’d better drive a need for passion,
communicate initmacy,
alleviate pain to calm a nice solution.

The mind is always good in bed.


June 12, 2006, with N____ N____, 70, 71, 72

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Make Cooking . . .

Mother make cooking feel free.
Your body so calm,
   could we know blue thought, ourselves?
As we work so hard,
   must ye think some drunk mouth?

Men discover about ritual.
Because your style said,
"Man they never suffer passively,
   only after sin, some touch society."

Faithful and deep, so important!
Emptiness will block a dark Party
Could we demand some sense?
Lost Pal, behind drunk death,
   we need this, to feel free!

Understand your sleep, Junky,
   is risky, has questions.
Go open see on Crete shame, psychedelic passion.
If observation is opinion,
   add up to life's star.

A crazy sister is her horny number.

Yell, how death caught sugar,

   health from raging higher,

Lie by her original.

6/18/06 with N____ N____, 74, 75, 76

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