Sometimes We Can't Believe It

Time spending
Realizing nowhere never ends
Begins, stops, goes on about and busy

Seeds of grieving lets loose believing in no needing
Seeing a way out of nowhere feelings retrieving want not leaving

A key under the Angel, a door a part of a building named temporary home away from home

Where home, where want where not here if lost where else could we be believing in plants and animals,

Ceilings floors walls and windows revolving around our feeling comfortable means of efforts set down in a nice nook of our house

Outside leaves are turning and falling with their freshly dried smells leaving bare branches stark on the bright white-grey sky over cars parked with many parts turned off

Feelings project on it all and reflect fresh cut still-green grass, flowers, winding sidewalks and black-grey straight streets, mail boxes full of colorful semi-glossy images of sweaters and shoes

It's too early for people just yet, we hear only our morning songs of absent voices and strings strummed lightly, then rough then calm before boldly briefly fading out against bird cries calming

Softly, softly, softly
A day begins rightly

No Loss

Steady rise

Heat of the late morning

Together we can reign in
What wasn't lost but hid
Inside what wasn't yet.

Now we know it is us,
Was us, and will be
Our Now and
Future

Merged

Serene Break-Beats

Gratitude Always
Finds Our Way

Day Time

No cloud
Yes sky

Food

Drinking
Smoking

Home School House Work

Detroit

Placeless

Get a dog get a car call your dad and all go across your country

Brand New Socks

Going fast going slow coming to where all is ready for forgetting eventuality

Listen To Live Jazz

Awake arise recall relieve what was and what will be.

Sing this song when low when high and have belief in the never minding.

Tell Me A Story

All of us are always waiting for the arrival of what we want when the needs we have have ever presently been met but our greatest trick as we have all always known as our great asset is confusing want and need so well they are one with one another

Ghost Stories

Groups form and fall apart and their meanings linger until picked up and apart and put together to be known by new names and faces ages apart of us

Clarity

Time stands so much yet it never breaks

Climbing While Reclining

The amount of recollection is paramount to our steady gaze into what willpower can gather us together for our future selves

We Have Done Right

Mistakes have never been made and though we cannot predict the future it is with certainty we know there never will be a mistake made

Absent Clouds

Calm of where to go nowhere else needed but now there is only this need but here now where else to go but would we go anywhere else since we can go anywhere while we are all one with the masses though they splinter and find us apart from where we feel likewise with our near us now where we go to go into the movement of only hands and eyes.

Hands and eyes leaving us with nowhere to go as we like it to know to be known in our splinter striking a chord between a father wanting to help a son needing but not wanting help and the illusion of independence growing inward until there is no more inward growth available and then the slow but steady outward diminishing until then there really is nothing and nowhere here and everywhere all of us are.

Going about this inside work outside we recline while standing still still but our hands and eyes know the nowhere nothing so well we mean to do what we can to find a way back into help for all of our forgotten independence surrounding us into the daylight of night time's concluding weather pleasant reflection of  a release we all feel the same time we never knew what was happening so well.

Returning to the space of our time spending where all things outside make a home in our place of rest amidst our safe labors of fruitful sloth and loss of ambition for what we know could never be better than now.

Bribery

Yeah,
OK.

I Always Want To Feel This

We will work out our safe place

Until we know better than the others

Who repress what would be another

Expression of ourself's salvation

Independence

Rations
Rationing
Rations

Low Light

We feel soft slow lack of guilt.

Should we feel any other way?

Where else would we be,

Home?  Where we know

Home, where we are our

Own

Rationing

Clear out the up-to-no-good, no,
Revive the lack of muddledness.

It's The Years

Plan for days

Swimming Good

Great escape, calm us.
We need us, know us,
Need you, knowing.

Find Your Own Meaning

Oh, that, that's where we keep leaving what we used to be alone

You Were Stuck At Home

Eat where you want to be

A Really Good Punk Recording

weather wilts growth under a pile of yet-to-be picked up newspapers

Joy?

Great days ahead!

Fill space of own.

Never Loser

slow real feel

fast fake loss

Nobody Else (like you)

Climb.
Climb!

There are further places
We need
To be on

Pick and choose

The soul is math.

Space

This here's the poem you always wanted.

To forget the forgive me nots, this resolves.

The dash-acceptance of every-day, forget us
Never, we know you know you have a place.

trust

they will believe
have faith, know
that we are better
than our previous
behavior though,
previous behavior
the best indication
of future behavior

good people

good people
doing good things.

and what about us?

will we ever see out of our
places? will we ever know

anyway it's always better where
we go to know ourselves better

to better ourselves.  to find place
in time in place of where Now is

My fruit flies are drunks

My friends don't care
       they understand what I offer

Some stupid slow song

Hold on to what crooked hope you have left landing you where you amount to perfect

Text messaging

It's kinda utopia

A Good Deal

There is no cloud only clouds

She is on my bed

Why not?
Why no reasoning
Why does my dog yawn
When do we close longing

Yards. Many yards distance.

Short distinct sounds of a slow growl near howl

And where will we end up after our wine tasting,?

Replacing smells

Morning wine

Ever present gratitude

yellow and blue

Yellow & blue

Where I be living

You're always welcome here but let me know where you go if not here and I'll go there

Sam 'nd Sage

I appreciate it here more even though you're not here since you were here

you said it!

Thanks god!

thank you brother

My name is ramone but they call me Raymond

brother

Life is fascinating
And beautiful

Guest Poem by Timothy G Makowski

Ha ok I will

subject

Where?
When?
When?

Now? Is it now?
Now now, there there.
Hold close to dog

Waste of often intake,
Left hungry. Correspondence

fire up the radio

My whole life lately
Has been like the end
Of 'A Light in August'

from bird to lamb

It feels good to spend money
It feels good to spend nothing

something different

Hey well well I think we should not wait
Longing for another thing, one more

you know you have

Done your best

it's important to put it out there

Knowing what you want
Wanting very developed

churned thick

Waste of nothing
Waits
Wants leaving be

some other time

Guru will rule you

mutual feeling

Toes underfoot

concept

Neighbor Love

white blue

Cinnamon in black coffee be memorial breeze
Of places I've lived the gold of living placeless
And the lives interweaving me in me then, now

I want to live

Hey! Stop.
You know. Never
Do you mind of inspect

power sanding carpeted flooring

You Can Do Anyhing You Want To Do
if You Do What You Don't Want To Do

truth

there is no need

Soon

New day
Not yet

Lakeview August

The children are playing redemption games in the warm light of the street lights and fancy fixtured warm light lights

Their parents and grand parents join in and the cries excitement and laughter overlay with the hum of bugs, fireflies

Put it in your hands

We are right.
You are right.

We are all right.

Ditto

political ideas of a
poetics of politics

Here we go

Show the flow

There I Window

Go to prison.
Go to church

Drop the Eucharist
Repent come clean

Find the money sign
Tell one to everyone

The song of myself.

Next part

Recall left to future sigh,
Here-to you know me.

Be that,
Be it.

Some sweet fallen chicken fingers

Well we were right when we said we would say nothing on the matter,

Wait, were we right when we decided and followed through on doing nothing?

Summer time shy

Sweet sweltering feast of meat and berries

I'm touching where you live

Get escape money is what I don't do do but for you, fahghettabautit

I thought we knew what we do

Get it is what we are

Love everywhere I go shut up

I need peace, love leaves me happy to be locked up

Where were we waiting,
Where were we waiting to be locked up by mistakes
We forgot held close never-lover left alone Money

Laying in

Any time we never agree to get together we have ultimate power

Bros are discriminated against even on stage they fall shy

No Bro is ever shy you know they know they ain't

Hell have you over for dinner and hip hop

Hell have me over never faceless

Foolishness held on Hard

Never am I thanks

Name of

Name

Jack Style

Leave the all smoking streets grand

I'm a man of my love mistakes

Kissed never by roses

Ok, let us get

Baby

errors

read this never alone ever alone as wished

competition

ultimate reality

people who can't understand

dry
fly
garden floor

how one homeboy became a man

quick content contemplative eurekas

clear the foundation like it was done

you're a person

building
better
lives

example

let her go

and what am I?

high and low people
in long and short hair

slow slouch

too high heels
dogs no kids
bike cops

Everpresence's Order

two apple pies and a small fries

for anything

the waste of waiting

taking over

hey we knew you would lay it out clear&clean
to take, to put it in, to feel senses as they leave

do we ever die or do we die nightly or is it us
who will will our life to fall into snug growth

still have a Shinola

car accidents and lost phones
standing tall while you slouch
satisfaction looking good time

land of heroes

Hold up held  up
Left alone joy

Belief in forgetting:
Moving forward.

chevy

Imagine in your anywhere now of perfect income and intake releases feeling out grief and leaving the levy because it was dry

but I sure

Well we'll fall
Nowhere ever

Tomorrow wouldn't be too soon

Grow me like a tree
To use by birds and men

They're clothed like the fields

sunday morning cartoons

The way others are better near some certain others

Sailing. We should be sailing not singing kids!

The right thought out difference between harmony and peace

And hey! Kids! We should see where that fits
With joy thrown in the mix, kids

written

I, O I
Know that
I reach out
Far as I can
& screen it
As if it were
You

Women's hands

How are you

Hey are you, hey, hell, how, how have you been doing

Happy birthday

We could use a limb to lose

i don't really try

Hey held-not-too-close, hold on.

That would mean a lot to slow going me.

reminder of a serene motionless motion

Strange pets in a blanket then floating three feet above a rainy curb.
Where we become phone mentors and stubble confidants
We fly higher than the biting birds in black and white we can't remember.
Hey, hell, I've had enough and you too are on a never satisfied kick.
Stream me, it is me, me to you who fits a tattered coat on a stick.
Flick and feel outside, left in the dark triumphs of sitting still,
Still despite all the odds against hair of the dog reminder.
Reminded of a forward motion's serene changlessness

Led to water

Led to water
To
Drink to see
Multiple eyes
dance to lights

Whispy clouds

Moving morning to the day time
Hey well we meet just perfect

TIme we were getting down
Nit grit slothful savings
Account. Well waste

None of nada,
Tell me why
You fit me

There-then recline
With me being
Me-us mind

Decide.

Love me like a rock

Fifty percent aren't a danger and
*snap
Could be out

Work release

Perfectly fine.

Yea, he's in,           ('Ready wants twenty-five out')
They're out.

Reclaim

Wether we will or will we not as it is go.

Numerology, illuminati, train-stoppers.

We all go together two by three,
Cling to reach our light commupance,
Legit once-was-us, hell, hold away

From the flame
Sights seeing

backwards

baseball hat