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the driveway in which the vehicles of our mind's synapses
parks
in a meadow,
a vast,
endless, constellation of possibility.
This very electric voltage vehicle can transmit us
into the calm waters of Naples, a water route driveway that brings sheen.
As we close our eyes, as we delve into the deepest pits of our imaginations,
a harpsichord plays a melodically hypnotizing tune,
and after the chorus and the symphony,
practice at the same time,
at the same sheen setting,
music begins to create a reality,
versuses are no longer metaphysical therapy.
If you want bottles of patron,
models lounging on your couch, i mean throne,
the eye lids open access to any GPS when
thier closed.
altitude disagrees with gravity,
pull out the brain's vehicle,
of the driveway listed under gravity,
the acceleration of the pedals
pushed down at the pace chosen;
a jump shot can be perfected in a day,
ask demar derozan. His foot on was the gas pedal,
no delay, NBA draft pick in the same day.
The car lot is yours, choose your vehicle.
Grazing her hair
leaves me in stuttered despair
I know shell love how i hardly care
of what I say and how I leave her in dare
I walked across closer to dance on
waves with her,
Wake up with me Long Beach!
and smell the precious reasons why
we're the US city thats a peach in a garden of peas!
the arch of my poise, lifted by the churn of my pen;
my hands, labored, by, the one and only
amibition.
That engine inside my heart that pumps oxygen like a millhouse on a farm.
the anatomy trickling messages to my body
squeals:
you've been working too hard
you've been sitting down for decades today...
I neglect the e-mails sent from my brain to my inner thigh,
blasted, en route, osmosis jones spurting down a cellular water slide,
here, to my rescue, find a higher chair so your knees aren't as folded and bent,
whispers the voice lingering in my elbows.
Seeking and browsing, I find a white leather chair from Ikea.
I was scalded by the revised document;
a document;
that can withhold so eagerly, so much temptation,
hinders our own lives as we know it.
The pomp witnessed when an on looker sees the dervishes reading aloud their prayers
off of a nose-to-knee long manuscript, or
The varicose vein that inflates when a presidential speech is read off of an electronic set of words, cannot, be replaced by any tube made out of paper, yet inked paper beguiles the world we know. Revised and rewritten are our words when we read new words.
the worthwhile renegade, turned into a headland brigade...
congregate together, and well splash like fancy rain weather...
dually tethered,
around bliss and what I used to call my mistress..
now my work and play are both my ladies, my only ones to bow to!
the verbose youngster claimed to be younger than his chick;
the holder hen resides in a sunnier estate of thoughts;
to chortle a duvet of laughter which slaps a surreal algae;
is what the youngster claimed
as
Friday!
the rain congregated the bower in which my golden retriever lodged within
quaint silences harked
life's luscious lattice moving beside an algae cavalier...
as we shut down the switch of the rain--from a cloud shaped as a switch--
the thunder gods gave us a lightening bolt, a lark swooping in to peck at an antenna;
and we began dancing....
To strut out into the middle of the Oceanside without a paddle;
To deliberate an abode in a place that mothers wish not their seeds go;
To be the puppeteer of your own lifestyle;
is sanity.
compared to insanity,
contusions of bliss inflict upon fiddles that play songs about pain!
Watch me wade and plodder through life-suckling, jaw-jabbering swaps to dive off the diviing board into back--
to what is now--after my doubts sashay past realities--the Irrawaddy river, which--
poses as a mom's plum pudding she evinced was a nurture to my morning!
the person behind the counter mentioned a peeping mumble. "Hey put that lemon cake back, that's mine"
"I haven't even grabbed it yet, plus I was here first", I mentioned.
"whatever", the old hag with a halfway open umbrella said.
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