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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.



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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



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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



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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



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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



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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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