Last life

When I try to control through fear and intimidation under the guise of anger and need, there is no good that can result.

Perhaps I will make something better by allowing this family to be home.  I must welcome who is remaining to the joyous lives they deserve.

There is nothing that can possibly excuse what I have thought -- bringing harm to those closest to me.

And now I must arrive at the end of this moment. 

Go away, anger, cease to torment me and my dear ones.

Ethics, spirituality and peace for me depend on my ability to become better.

Bless all our lives.


Answer to the question, "When do I love?" is, family is what you feel when you give being to the Goddess in her laughter.  She is the bubbling over of beauty.

[Free Chelsea Manning]

A little clean

As my own life is answering patience with loss, I am worried that there is answering openness and there is being stable.  I have been cruel but I do not think I am a no one.  I know one.

This is not the only deal that is about change.

I am part of stopping that which is roads to (loop).

You can listen.  You are what you need to be.  I love you.  And I am safe and creative as much as I am without change.

Okay,  That's Sartre.

Act V

I am more than stick
and I am more than tired

I am terribly past being
a martyr

I am baloney

Capital was my rout.


I cared desperately for
my own loud drama.

Sampled the golden plow.

As far as I know...

As far as I know...    Mathematics gives you a lost rope/roe [typo -- the last].

As far as I know ... Mathematics is a mess.


As far as I know .,.. I am baloney.


As far as I know ... I taught myself this passion [for being me][a rock][a bowl][a dream]

As far as I know ... This is the patience I am bane/banned/cast for.

As far as I know ... That which is a tape is rude.

As far as I know ...  I am bored.

As far as I know...  That's the passion I created when I thought of this "openness."

Today, Tomorrow, Yesterday

Yearning for the ground She has brought from the aftermath of freedom, I give you cheese.

My Family

In my family ... my mother has forgotten that my father used to beat me.

In my family ...  I want to hurt my mother and don't know why.

In my family ...  There is no answer to this pain.

In my family ...  there is no writing about my family.

In my family ...  No one is a poor person.

In my family ...  I am baloney.

Poem

Horrendously engineered words.

I positively creatived
Dark ark of book.

As a loud nut, I am a mess.

I don't like art because it is
Decent in its stopping with a ram.

I was a nut job because of my
Orgasms.

I paid rams to give me a loud
Drink.

Cop.

Is.

Shit.

Brilliantly happy.

Land is a fine and solid fact of our lives that of course has all the dimensions of beauty, practicality and spirituality that so many seek.

When there is a lot of loss, and also a lot of wonder, I know that I can believe that my own strangeness becomes massively apparent and a true impediment to change and hope.

I have thought for years that when anyone licks their own body that it has a creative art that I wish I could practice without any kind of anger.  I don't believe that time is the same thing for everyone.

Now that you are fairly well anointed in the cruelties of being safe -- I say to myself and to anyone else drawn to this kind of negativity -- I hope you will abandon pain for a lot of possibilities.

Now I have become a mess.

Yours,

Mandolin/Orchis

Thanks for reading!