Wait not

Wait Not

Waiting on the street
A broken sign
People imagined move
In the daylight shadows
He walks in circles
Not moving
His feet the concrete
Ideas of his wait
Waste non becoming
Slowing time to
The insane clang
Of a frozen second
Blinded to joy
So unfortunate
To not have
The key
Forget waiting

NEOtexT 20

Desire lies

I wish I heard voices in my head
Whispers shouts screams and rants
I wish the schizophrenic me
Would rise and tell me
What I refuse to know
Desire lies
A two fold story

But I just hear the one
You are reading
The all of mes
Endless thoughts
Craving more
Stirring pots
For new recipes

So this drone must continue
At least until I die
Inside I am always thinking
Desire lies
Paths of flight feel good

For all the multiplicities
The text continues that is I
A binding force
An illusion of oneness
Nevertheless

NEOtext 19

Mother Earth We

Mother Earth
Molten Iron core
Deep beneath
A skin
Of rock
My skin
Cuts
Bleeds
With iron oxide
Red
The compass spins
To the earths rotation
The geese migrating
Along
Magnetic vibration
The weak force
Emulation from Terra’s heart
Voices from the fiery center
Speak
Through my
Vein’s
Pulse
Mother earth
And I
One

neoteXT 17

Between Black and White and Colour

He looked at me like I was a TV not working
Stuck on one channel
Mine
The look on his face said "I don't have the remote/st."
I kept on talking in the hopes that
He would tune in
Find my wave lengths
But his eyes still reflected static
His hands like a 1950's antennae
Twitching on the roofs tops of turquoise bungalows
In the hopes of getting a better picture
A better picture like the ones on the first colour TVs after being suckled on B&W
Those almost real tones
If he could remember it is like that
It is always like that
So that is what I tell him
"It's like TV, you know, from black and white to colour."
"TV sucks" he says
"That’s part of it" I say
Our words crossing vectors of meaning
He can see my horizontal and vertical hold now
See on his buttons with the labels
Unfortunately I can't stop from rolling horizontally
Flipping vertically shifting diagonally
Wanting to see his picture
With network difficulties
Snow, Lines, static sounds
I give him static
To see his movement
His eyes glaze over he starts to ramble off topic
Drunk not caring if I am the I that is there
Only then I could hear his tune separate
From the hissing
See the picture arise out of the swarm of dots
But he was not a broken TV
With substitute parts and coat hanger reception
Crossed wires and uninterrupted wavelengths
His Vertical hold gone his eyes flickering
His mouth still transmitting waves
As his horizontal hold went
His head began falling toward the wooden table
Becoming wooden TV cabinet
Slumping body
Unplugged
And tomorrow I will again
Broadcast unbroken frequencies
Some even containing an evening in memories
In new arrangements, bisecting, traversing
Avoiding horizontal planes and vertical holds
It is hard to tell them it is not like TV
Fixed lines and dots and cycles
It is some where between black and white
And colour.

NEOteXt 16

An Orbital

On the bricks,
A painted yellow star peeling,
Inside a man and guitar playing,
Outside the weather is freezing.
Past the musical constellation,
The people are walking,
Heads in the wind,
Searching the leeward doors.
The music bouncing off,
Their contracted pores,
To cold to toss coins.
Still the star keeps on playing,
To the wind that is blowing,
The notes pass the bodies,
Escape out into space.
This alone seems to please him,
Freed from rhythms measure,
Knowing that harmonies roam,
And for his nomadic pleasure,
Sitting on the sidewalk,
Alone.

NEoTeXt 14&15

Look up it

There are no meanings of words
In the dictionary
No fixed designations
For Aardvark or jelly
Sorry, if you’re close
You are probably wrong
Because text in not
Found in etymologicals but in song

The meanings are wind,
And skin and across.
Sky and eye,
Together tumble toss.
The mouth and the water,
Bend down to the lake.
The body and the gravity,
Now text for situations sake.




Microdissidence

Only a certain part of me
At certain times
Will I let from the cage
That I built
To keep me safe
From the me
That I am
And to protect
Those that see
My multiplicity as one
Creating
My
Cage, my safe, the structure
So inside safe
My nomad can wander.

NEoTEXT 13

Early Spring

Forbidden language
Trapped a wolf in the snow
Waiting to be tapped
A maple in the spring
Uncircumcised buds
Tickle winds warm stirring syrup

The unspeakable
Blood drips in the snow clumps fur
Under fir transformations
Man to wolf warm winter being
Crimson snow melts to feed the greening floor

Unedited
Awaiting the spring hope
Promises sweet saps sticky strength
Brown leaves surrender white rodents
Tender shoots soft to the lips
And large roots rooting deep
Through out the rich
Warming
Sublunary world

NeoteXt 12

A Daze

Turning changing direction
Lost on a pivot
Becoming a new view
Pottery in motion
Infinite forms on a brink
Lip in slip

Formed changes the direction
Shooting outward
Projecting journeying
Speeding the line
Avoiding the stop

And every stop
A spin
Memory lost
New
Formations
Before
Becoming
A
Line
Speeding
Infinite
Safe from chaos
Iffor
Only a moment
In
Flow.

nEotexT 11

Beyond Known

Words best left unspoken
Spells woven
Uncertainty blanket
Wrapped in invisibility

The Gardner’s spade
Deep cuts
In the couch grass
Outlets cut off

Eyes and ears in a hand crafted basket
Fingers locked in a dance with the piano lid
Flow ceases and life becomes finite
Counting the nouns kept in a glass jar

Flight taken different directions
A worm cut in half
Love of the car for the gas pump
The gas pump is the tanker becoming
Equilibristic reterritorializations


The fish and chips were wrapped in a newspaper
The end
The fish and the chips and the wrapped
And the newspaper and the aroma
A beginning
Liberated by “AND” freed from the old briars
Of subject, object, or context.

NeOteXt 10

Weaving thought

Cutting paper
A soothing effect
Snip snip
A loom of folds
Instead of the warp, paper
Re-placing weft woof, cuts
Structure lying
Over fold
Revealing
A
Woven
Snowflake
Thought creating pattern creating thought

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NEOTEXT 9
Tides

My thoughts are being pulled forward
Philosophy is a wee donkey
My thoughts are being pulled aback
Past codification
A herd of Arabian horses.

Some times afloat
Unaware of the ripple underneath
The Tsunami heading for my shores
Past imprints, unwanted codes
Unawares the hidden demons
Imprinted on your soul

Enlightenment
A carrot on a stick
For a donkey stuck
In a gate



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In search of a muse

There is no vitrine
Or glassed in diorama
Containing the muse
In the namesake castle
But traces can be found
Between the objects’ decorum
Through the vast halls
In every museum

Out in the park
A fountain says "spewing"
There are statues, sculptures
Just for viewing
And even though this is absolutely amusing
There is only a hint
Of the muse coming through it

With the radio on
Inside of your head
It’s the music's world playing out
The text that is read
Here in the sounds it is also know too
That the footprints of the muse
Are left there as clues


The sacred place
Deep inside of you
Is where you will find the leavers of clues
The ones that we search for
And have faith they will come
The muses, the mused,
Our creativity begun.



NEOTEXT 7
Rear Axel

Jazz Radio
Rain window background
Car tires rush water
Between sax solo
And drums

New beat vibration
Moving water falls
Daggers of water
Stabbing the piano
Mind is where?

Bare bulb energy saver
Glares inside
Rains envelopment
Water prison bars
Focuses freedoms
Life’s and umbrella’s

Cinematic rain standing
Naked
Ends of lines, water
Pounding the flesh
Pounding the heart
Freedom or fuckyou
Or just pure desire?

Jazz instruments sing
Indoor songs
To the rain
That beats the rhythms
Of natures chaotic response
Rhizomes in the middle
Slide off in infinite directions
Becoming in flow
Pure joy



NEOTEXT 6
A gift refused

A gift given
In the darkwraped
Lost contextual
Deadfall dangerous
Cutitout before eyes or hair

A gift nutured
Grown
A light afire
A flowtoward desire
When ripe

See the children
Ripreveal the gift
Relish and embrace
Almost missed
In chaosexcitement

Humans grown
Blind, deaf, and dumb.
To shun run the shared
Blaring darkness
Beaking bleakness


Stand shitfaced with your gift
Your box in your lap
Shrinking with agetograve
Creating the gift
And waiting to be unwrapped



NEOTEXT 5
10 DIGITS

My name is christopher
My hands have five fingers on each
Are my fingers called chris?
Or is that reserved for my head?

My name is christopher
I am you and I am god
You are me and you are god
Are you my fingers?
Or am I your head?

My name is christopher
And we are one vibrationmeat
The rocks, wolfs, and winds,
Also vibrate, have frequencies
I am a finger
All is head.



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Autumnal Territorial

A walk in a dell
To not take the path
But to stop
Infinite thought
Dead in its tracks

To stand on a path
Look into a tree
A thousand machines
Surrounding all
With the flow in between

The gray sky breezes blow
Sun hidden, fall leafs aglow
Desiring Machines +Human
Becoming in the exchange
Holding on to let go

The environment changed
The territory hidden
In plastic bags and sketch pads
Becoming children
Percepts, concepts and functions
Of a walk in the woods



NEOTEXT 3
Plato died with grace

So tell me.
tell me why?
do you think?
really?
tell me again.
please.
you don't understand yourself.
me?
I am the one asking.
Why would they have left,
Plato's cave?
Do you?
Do they?
Who leaves?
We all stay.
Unchained we stay.
Chained we believe in Freedom.
Freed we wonder nomadic.
Plato's bolt cutter freedom.
His text savior.
Knowledge is,
The key on the floor of the cave.



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The people’s song

Strong arms
Reaching over the side
Rough waters slapping
Holding onto threads
Woven into nodes

Old fingernails packed with dirt
Unearth roots, rhizomes
Haunted smells of inedible richness
Grabbing anywhere
For the centre of the tuber

Crimson coagulated bloody hands
Skillfully carve the carcass
Slide silently onto servers
Multiple selves served
No fixed diet

Distant drums from an earlier mark
A beginning text
Still heard in the words and nods
Scrapes and signs
Everything is text becoming



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nonseparate beings

Scaling the wall between us
To find from the top
There is no wall
Just a line
And standing on the line
It’s evident that it is a thread
With direction and connection
Between us instead.



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Right Like A Child

I write
As I write
Like a child
Not your childhood
Not your childmemories
Write it down
Like a child
Global child
As we write
You write
Like a child



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One of which, Each is every


He fell from castlewindow Repunsel’s hair
A gossamer abyss wallpapered his cradle
Unwalled wailing waddled phoenix self

Outside instone divisions kingprincesurfsailor
Dining festoooooned feasssssssssssted
other under over beside inside Other

flailed skinned layers his selfprotections
indebted to in·dom i·ta·bil i·ty rawness
etched mirror promises pre babble tower

himthem spans vaster uncertainties
infinite findings unwinding widen
joined repaired together no territory walled

rolling uphill less boulder bullion yoke
first man met himself as another with sons
shared eyes feelings different beginnings

vaster sea self forgotten i(s) see
free fall selfless act of unity
nomadic selftext alfot bound to Other/other



NEOTEXT -3
WHOLENESS

Every day is a journey into uncertainty
Each will have a beginning and an end certainly.

And time will continue to flow with out measure,
As fools continue to name things for pleasure.

Division is a rift, in all that is whole,
Oneness (god, unified theory, the text...) has always defined the goal.

Everyday we enter the fantasy shared,
Not alone if there's no self but all humanity there.

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In the beginning

To create a blog
to start a whole
with only a piece
everything is text
this is part
signifiers slippinging
endless chains of meaning
to share, shared, share in
a junction for everyone
as they traverse the word
and are the text
changing styles
through connectedness.

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