Pictures, lomp
We all just carry pictures drawings “anyone could do them” but our scrawl our design mess “anyone could do them” “my kid could do them” but yes can they talk, past the drawings, sit down look at me talk to me. We stare. Are frozen. Stone. Required, this modern world, reach deep, made of matter, at some point reverse up chi kung meditation mind beam, matter beam, purpose beam of entire earth, tell me, now tell me you freak, combine that in, you fucking freak.
Ah no look at me. We only seek bridges, of this into our sad depressed world. Ruined. On perfect. Lines. Beginning thought it was what we wanted perfect so in line, fine lines. I watched. I looked closely. I imagined. I magnified. Then I just came back to this, 30 or 40 years later, mentally ill, bashed around pushed, but calm, found meditation, fine lines became this I actually have something to say.
Maybe.
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Oh the world no love or none you can trust everyone a creature inside they cannot reach no one says anything no one knows how. We follow a clumsy book, zippy images almost catch us, we’re encouraged, we make our own, start off in them. Start this. Oh, bunkum, or everyone so confident, in a ruined world, crazy confident, you just shake, fall in line, or carry knapsack, of papers, based in investing in you, stupid you. Or no confidence, in a ruined world. Want to change it. Or cannot even speak.
Sit at a table.
Push forward drawings.
“Somewhere in me I can almost organize thoughts. Put them together. To talk on this. Say first words, other being, convince you, or she is invisible, little thing, prayer being, from deep meditation, kaput insanity, saved insanity, teacup, poodle, nah, just jokes, we’re all jokes, or serious, not from this world, facade of matter, made of matter, the ego insists it’s true, did you break it down, wrestle with it, win, in meditation? Get more?
Now tell me the story. Or as much as you can remember. Can remember nothing. “does anyone love you?” I ask patiently. Young person, older person, clean, well-kept, knapsack, no rips, sit with me, no farts, what, sit, piece this out, show me beginnings, new being, past human of matter, physical looks, presence, we are stopped, can go no further in evolution.
Tell me.
In your media, or you in person, why should I invest in you? As a person? as certificates. Of authenticity. Invest. art. Anyone can do. But you talk. Peep. Such a fool. Can’t even get the beginnings of this out. Our next evolution.
Why are you here, I’ve seen your little website, short videos, are you nervous, give me sleepy in bed, or huddle in covers simple video are you comfortable there can you give me anything at all?
Appear in life final hurdle can’t do it
None of us can
So enlovetished with ourselves private hugs
Or develop anything away from it all don’t break, suburban home, alone, don’t break, sway public opinion, en large, all these little critters, scurrying around, mice, for next evolution, say nothing, are just huddled, scared, private art do nothing art each of us has
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“truthed into peace” I saw that attached to some beads for sale, clay beads, rough squashed scratched marked intentionally feel me organic sad, “is your sad organic?”/ no it’s professional/ “oh” .. and so it is .. wads of wanderer never take your papers out show me beyond money “i money earth” my mood the mother got lost, nurturing, on the way to town, wandered into a forest, sat down
Was prepared to tell the city-dwellers something
Then just wandered off sat down in where she belonged again
Shrinking
She doesn’t have the guts
Or knows her place
Trees grit their teeth are soon chain-sawed down to appear later as bookshelves, for books like this
Oh woe is me
“entertain me, fool” says the big man
I listen to you why would I listen to any of you fools care about the environment in your head moss do you have a bench I’d like to sit
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Ah we all .. junk food and crap .. try to get by .. Jeremy pushes his papers across the table, to Stan, the big man, owns lots of companies “why should I even talk to you moss in the head man?” we are something
Oh yes you are I’m tired of trees and grass and walking barefooted in bliss, but I like being inside your mind
Show me the green there
Green grass parks peace
Have you fucking done the meditation boy? Broken your harangued crazy human like all of us have?
I want to see that
The new green
The new forests
Show me what no one has ever shown before the depths the peace off this planet
Go up the mind beam matter beam made this world what seems to be true, the forests here, but show me the forests there whatever is there my home not this fake lie even I feel it I love it oh screw off all the arguments green versus concrete, I really need a universal mushy stunning strange truth
I need the weird through the blur wall in me strange being through the blur wall
Can you piece that together have seen it in meditation slow kind gradually session after session it comes into view, into your nirorymal everyday coty iof the workld country/ spell right olease lsnes huimsn with feey on ground you hsve thst fucking stramge I’ll sit wat no pressere/ what are yiu saying here shouli slap your face/ you hsve semntences? Camn put together words? look at realityme? hiw do you do it, did yiu just do it/ show me sheets/ ered wiggly kiones inder mistakes sketch whst stramge adaptation to get it here no one befire you has ever dine it
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Oh what do any of us have, communication, sentences, wiggly red lines, not seen, don’t step out of line, what you say, your face, body, person, see it through, one years old to 67 or whatever it is, and then be bang out of here, don’t want to deal with people and sense.
So incensed, to make money, make bargains, and green life, forests inside, give me a taste, a genuine through the locked door I feel special.
No hooker, hooker for words, special words, slut, bargoon, tongue me, no don’t be gross, I need this, in my old age in my young age, feel compelled reach for this special stuff words beyond me take me far just begin here.
I need the sentence broken open but nit with a knife ir a moltic cocktail
Please
Pesce
Hippie clithes, hippiesemntences/ what were those just there, peace, hippie clothes hippie sentences
Fina;;yy
Stramnge vibrations oh benign look clothed the same way to me I think you’re
I look closer oh appesr nirmal clotjhed ckean oerazin/ am I high save me invest in you media of wirds/ birds/ whst you say literate casreful chasmge dsring
Show me some the red scrawled line wiggle by hand under poorly spelled words yeah baby you do it fine, doors to forest inside, it’s all I fucking want now, I’m numb to do-gooders outside
It’s nit empugh, anymore
Not enough, tease me opening in impossible invisible
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I think we all grow up into wondering why tugged along grow up who says the right things for the numb teddy bear thick gush gel slightly yellow coloured sunglasses can say nothing “what is life?” “can say none of that” I can’t form it, what would work, to convince you, I’d feel good about it, you’d feel good about it, I never begin, I get there to daylight or nighttime or anytime I don’t even tell my wife, no one, naked clothed, any human situation, I fit in, it’s good enough it’s big the stimulation I tell no one, I forget about it, could never form it anyway, but it bothers me, ah find red wiggly lines over-accentuate meaning of them, take it far dumb artist
Take it far
Ah I’m not drunk with you, you’re not a drinking buddy
I’m not
We all need to face this, un-aplomb unsmooth why warm, veils warm, unmoving frozen in life in all this every time
Why you give scant almost there get through to me almost clear
Why you give
Hated complication too many words you need a million to get anything across to me
Why you give
So happy, to give, this way, for every push ambition to explain why you went off somewhere in your head your mind your being skipped off can’t tell me can’t even tell yourself, other line other sidewalk, walked away, were somewhere else, through the blur into you unknown being with unknown doors back in you, up the chi kung mind beam for the purpose of all this .. tell me stranger, normalize it, monetize it, make a living, counselor or whatever the fuck you are, I need to know where people go, at all points of the day, in sleep too? is it? but their eyes hardly show it I look at them they hardly show it, I can’t ask, take it this far, I can never take it this far
Help me with it
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