A mature hemp

Pot

My marijuana is growing now

In a forest
In a field
By a lake
Near a beach

In my mind
For my calm

As an inspiration]


As new light

Dearly brought forth
Patiently neatly bagged

For the bouquet
For the taste

For the high.





As seldom as now

Impulsive rot saps the gifts that were here.
I need to live for another being.

Sexuality kindly give me strength,.

Money is a way to think of belief as
[erased word:  bone]
[erased word:  peace]
[erased thought:  mark]

More or less nature is
A lot of more or less nature.

I scan this world for marks and find
ents that are what anger me

Because I am a feeling of brass.

Not brass.





Erin

Laughter positive marcy
Argument words injury

Change likes asshole
Drug is messy

I write a loud meth
I work for my peace

Detail:
Embers with needs be peace.

I am not arrested.
I am locked in my race.

The key is in the poem.

A-musical verses or, no-tone poems.

Hello.

I am working this table, that has my computer on it.

The table sits facing a wall of shelves and file cabinets, a broken TV, several bags of unorganized papers, many odds and ends, including a "Hooters" license plate.

Deriving myself from my ownership of possessions and emotions and fragments of thought and being within an overweight body ... hmm... why bother continuing this sentence?

Direction and purpose are the qualities I am supposed to instill in myself from what I can gather from my conversations with the keepers of my psyche. 

Being brings its own imperatives.  The sacred presence does not require or demand goals, only adherence to her peace.

I am mostly trying to say that I still am worried whether I have the only laughter.

Can there be another to share myself with, who is not afraid to let go of empire?

Okay, I don't know what to write.  I only know that I have been aware that many people are trying to make their own lives and that I may or may not be a part of that.  I also would like to do something exceptional ... beyond my given abilities.  I long to interest myself and the world around me in the flow of beauty that I detect in and around me.  If only I could bring up the Goddess in a way that does not demean either me or her or others.

Lastly, when you know that there is passion for life, you meet it together with your own peace, and you remember love that has brought you where you are, and you are grateful for it.

I know where I am.  I know it is love that is a poem.

What is your will, O Goddess?

I will for you that you take your mother where she is and believe that life is for change and that the dreams you have are there to carry you where you need to be.

Awesome.

Lantern is leaping to possibilities.

What I need

Feelings.  Beauty.  Freedom.  Hope.  Peace.

Language is like memory

Effort to improvise with the patience of my dreams

I like orchards and I like being free.

Death is boring:  as I changed I made a poem.

Needing ranting to be hopeful, I gave a way for myself to like a martyr.

Same where it is loop(ed).

I created nothing except what is needed to be moosey.

Crack, reason, many seams.

I wrote money to be what it is.  I wrote money to be a rich lake.

Cousins were money.  I did not ache.  I was my own loser.



Kisses and Hugs to the woman that was my openness.

Life is not working through material.  Beauty is not method.


I ask that there be a womanly good person with love and matches.

MGN

I didn't know what I thought of the every change clap.
I tossed myself weird needs.

Crap was my life.
And now I am a moment of hustling rents.

Need was to be a fiend for needs of life.

Felicia, Randy, Barbie.
Barbara F., Love.

I taught a moment which was being great to read.



STA

I was riding a big rat
I was holding a large vamp

Tacky witches holding pat
I ran to a road without my champ

Clawing up the mistaken hill
Slapping around a lantern's gill.



STAR

Guilt ridden word given a place
As neighbors cruised a flaming  ace.

Sylvia spoke and I reasoned
Writing is good and terribly seasoned.

Wash your money in memory's flame
I ground ed war as plowman's shame.

This need for light as famous woman
I give to man as my own gammon



MCC

Ignorance and woe were awful to be
A fading will wrote the laughter

I cracked myself wanting to see
Mapping a raven with nesting grafter



Uplift

Dense and rich with life in its crows
Mapping round dreams' moments' roach

Working a lamp store gives you foes
Renting a drink for zorro's approach


Hospitals

Ogres with metal pieces and clay
Weathering lives that needed to play

Answers of clay worked out in a star
I couldn't bear woman so I'm a car



Writing

Interesting always that I am wistful
To place myself in a maze of thistle.

I Wrote These Words

Fleming Gamebird

Lantern effusive clay
Mania blossoming opacity

Rogue legging peals
Darkness roses fester

Softer women open
Decency rests pale



A conceit

Attorney Reputation Values
Claims Deals Popes

Rensselaer mother makes
Life rest pandering

Moment wishes look
Raymond gold face




Dream of Moment

Cash loss teaches
Cases reason change
Manfred Goes Stink

I weird class
Queer peace mess
Glottis grieve Moss

Dash into Raymond
Whence Laughter Clasps
Hope many like





Partial Intuition

You rich laughter
Capital on mess
Dean with money

I work for
Being nuts sensibly
Lame raises free

Dance with men
Ask for rinse
Death to fake




Violence

Reading with noone
At hand Laughing
Raymond dries Love

I give my
Taste to flame
For The Keys

Lash Poet Sample
Raise Dream Cruel
Look Where Pampas




Ho

I work laps
Uncle Martin Lance
Came in dream

Hippie Roses death
Take many oval
Plows for bosses

I do grieve
Orchards of Purses
Openness destiny lint





Happy words let go of many scamps
I row for a lot of creativity

Which necessity shall there create Mack?





You got it:  I crack what is art and
Find english book.

 

Intsy Wintsy Jintsy Poo

Sometimes -- such as now -- I feel like the way to my being is covered in sandpaper of the roughest sort. 

Cuffing myself, taking myself by the ear, washing my mouth out with soap, go against the grain and lead not to more and better self-expression, but more recalcitrant feelings.  I'll leave this "discussion" to another time.

I wish to say, instead, that I am relieved to know that my readers have taken an interest in my mother's well-being.

I promised myself I would not write about her.  I suppose that I need to take stock of the present now, and not analyze everything through its effect on me.  That is why I am going to converse with one or two of you today.  I need "clarity and perspective."  I need ANSWERS, Spock/Bones/Scotty.

Right now her back hurts and I am leery of her taking too much tylenol as that can cause liver damage.

I'm going to urge her to go to the hospital emergency room so they can give her a better prescription.

A year or so ago they gave her hydrocodone and a muscle relaxer, neither of which really relieved her pain, she said, though she persisted in taking them.  They diagnosed her as having arthritis, so there really isn't much they can do.  Times of more intense pain have been sporadic until now, though she says it always hurts, when she moves in particular.

Maybe acupuncture would help.  I'm ready for any suggestions.

Since there isn't much to say other than I am trying to make sense of what is happening, which doesn't help much, I will stop right here.

Blessed Imbolg.

Don't call, Julia

Today I am not hopeful.