we are all the same

What is where is joy when song stops.
I've made many things in my mind,
Are they real? Will I reach them.
And will we embrace still lost
When and if it is still lost,
Losing day by day one
Day after another's
Coming home?

stay outside

On your head
As it is in
Perfect

A Gift of Gas Station Cigarettes

I know three moped mikes,
 minirelli mike,   mike V,
  and stunt man mike.

The Mystery of Free Will

The beauty of an unexpected

Robin landing on my fence

Stirring peace in my soul

Just as unexpectedly 

Shits on my fence

The Pizza is on It's Way

I have so much Sympathy for
The old man Rolling his
Recycling Out in the
Cold rain Tonight
That
It destroys me

unexpected behavior

Hey, what did you think
Like it would work
Hell have one

More than effort's fault
Hell hold on cause
We knew we
Would

Everything Old is Gone

Dancing
In work
Boots

Too Near

What could have been done turn off

The heart and followers

Mist or snow

protect

The rays with which
you gild the dawn
With noonday
heat now
fall

bob dylan

a cabin
By the
Ghost
River

Elevator

Some light
I asked for

Unendingly New

Turns out


Benito is alive,


So everyone

Needs

Assignments

In Heaven On Earth

I Recall fondly

Finding a word
I looked up
Online

image exchange

What a chub.
That's a Dave look

guffaw

On another planet
In another world

for North

Distance has no measure against us.
Another year is another victory

For Eachother

Slip down, sun.

Great games are all
Around you, we are
All today in a body
Fixing everything.

The Legend of Dumb

What were the days drifting,
The right music-time?

I hold closest to what I'll never,
At least I'll never in the ever present,
Have, ever have.

Wait, were we gunna meet? Were we
beginning? Will we ever?  Will we or
Weren't we a
Day's dream

Unafraid

The feel
Of glass
On the lips

Is different than
The feel
Of plastic on
The lips

This Is Why I Won't Quit Smoking

the right kind of smoking
Sitting real eyes of the low feeling
In the same place I once was sad
Seeing the greatest happiness,
The greatest happiness has a tinge of the
Sad that is lost.

I prayed correctly,
I prayed correctly

For the first time

That extends

New Years Day

The 

Ineffable beauty of Chicago

The Difference between Joy and Happiness

This is the poem I am remembered for
To read love, to have written love
To read and write only the
Other words that help
Love connect

Wishing Is Different Than Hope

Help us
Hold us

Hell, I've dreamed of you.

You were sitting rocking in a rocking chair while I shook spiders from my shoe, telling me slowly of important things with care I wished was care-free.

Wishing is different than hope.

You had a system you weren't trying to teach me I wanted to learn and confirmed I could do like you with your waiting just when the water filled to strike assured the side of the washing-machine and close in the snake.

When I tried the snake curved more and biting quick bent more than I anticipated, thin wide triangle teeth ripping without tearing my hands, again and again.

You were god distorted by the imbedded memory of the god the humanist drunk made for his utopia

That Place We Remember Fondly

Approach us with joy and thanksgiving and song:

Sing to us our woes only in upbeat soft pitched melody as an afterthought,
Still sprinkled with serene sincere gratitude and contentment calmly rising

Help, can't we ask? Just now a little

no reasons for feelings unnamable

Now will never come again

Now I want here

I want nowhere

Chorus

Start again on Monday, today
Try again today, Monday

Begin again this week
Start today, get in
A station wagon

Get product reviews save up
And drive off with news

Of the economy in
Funny words above
& below a funny
Picture & look up

Song lyrics before
Punching in a destination.

Our dog will never die,
We'll never have a beer in hell

Hell, drive off this Monday, today
Begin the week somewhere far

Away each day this week
Until where we'll be next
Week will be bright enough
For a cold strong coffee
That will outlast Any
Static place

seen out

what was I

see new

hide in

low now

Be

A place, a day, a month, a year, a decade

Many places, many days, many months, many years, many decades

All the same; they release us, leave us where and when we want to be, need to be.

Release us, our under us, our above us, and that that is right there with us; from that that is made for us and that that is made by us; the same.

To find out the more control we have the more freedom we have. 

To find in the result of our effort or effortlessness we have what we all always wanted, needed.

In a routine, or in a flow of impulses (there has never been chaos anywhere, there will never be chaos anywhere) order can not help itself from coming through us and all that is inside our shelter, outside our shelter, even when our shelter would only be an unforgiving sky, we always find forgiveness in what we accept to give; as our each and others are always together, so our accepting and our giving are the same movement within our greater us, our greater us that has always and will always simply Be.

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

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