grace

the rustle of the nightshade

leaves no doubt of present

grace; companies in arms

of brothers;

sisters, save us from ourselves!

for those who pretend are pretentious;
and those who discover discoverers.

delay and reverb

too much knowl(will hurt you)edge
are the beats than i process
(more can), granules are possess
(what i), shuffling by,
into recess;
release.

higic

It feels good,
It feels _right_ to give You praise;
and though I lack the faith,
and though logic, restraint
may dictate in other ways:
I will give You thanks and praise.

walk

draw Tagore:
along long crawl,
though pierced with thorns
on dustbowl road
where bandits roam
with swords all drawn
while shawled men do not stop
to help;

says Tagore:
"Ekla Chalo Re" --
walk alone.

waffle

(all the people, so many people...)

on the edge of my seat
my heart skipped a beat
when small paul and his badger
came to town

to wake from our slumber
their lyrics no meaning
it's just a life-feeling
it's foie de vivre;

so then, while sounds
drift through the ether
from oxen park to 2nd floor litter
allow me unfettered words:

life-feeling glows
amid hope of ember.

without sin

rescue me from myself:

save me, like no one else

can, he who knows suffering

without sin;

and kens the mess we're in.

rosebud

from its butter: time is,

time, like rain battered 'gainst wall confounded

passed and beat, like heart that skipped behind

that call, let float that laugh, that pained i cant 

tell the truth; when in truth, life loves loves life;

dreamt like in forest: well deep deep well.