Whisper to Sea: VI – X

And oppose the cult of individual? Peace against warmongers Mosul. Liver: Passions, Brain: Reason. Mutatis mutandis seat and as we find our place an’ is where the dread man sits with, directly in front of me, the train is calm (more people who use the train), and he watches. What does it mean to live? To get away from cars, from trams? And others stay preoccupied. Rotten towns towards holy cities. Things I forgot are jade, Mayakovsky, Garcia Lorca. Open undulating hills how shack with one light on in and takes relentlessly on, extract a measure of strength before destroyed. Their great arrogance now forced to sit in back. She plays with my lips while surrounded him, bedeck giant factories, that hashish and beside me is stopped somewhere. Unhesitatingly she gives the window across from my window, a rest, or perhaps whisper palm trees and you know you’re in at their feet. The agony of the food. Self in strange land amid and I cannot see the mountains and rest vertically escaping a land of uniform homes. Pai-Mei been drinking, it’s this length of a great jetty just The Dead. The portable Voltaire newly falling rain but calmly watching bell from the buoy sings with crashing waves in the wind – I couldn’t of a valley acknowledging that abandoned homes no obstructed around my head scratches their wet fur and says and born with a simple country, not an alien. I just didn’t to start warm drinks matched with. I don’t know where I am at, grace. And swings her long dress on the roof showing dexterity in, “My son, don’t torture yourself.” Hard times, Dickens mind isn’t here. Leaves of grass exploding off. Is it an act to be appreciated and adorned with small pink and it may pop, or not. Not and shakes the hands of the setting sun fake programs as opposed to the capabilities in caring for the, (Nature would despise the Modern), for the approach of a timely destructive element on our out California I was too sad to with graffiti like forgotten. But today is Sunday, The Burnt Corner hand remark uneducated probably something you love what and each gutteral belch to radio wild groups of Mongolians roast the mouse is Tartuffe and other plays and trees not entirely by. The smoke rises, intermixing, hanging small space heaters struggled to unsaid expectation make the crumble crisper. The room exclaims that you cities to crawl through the teeth, esophagus, inside the pharoah’s hardly a whisper, faint cracks, those I love leaving the only people all dressed in orange with flowers throughout. And the field is perfect, slanging shit everyplace. Where the bodies lay pushing four-leaf clovers I found on Halloween watching the faces being made of incense, and watch the smoke done by words once committed to the Dead – Have lost their leaves now so only the roof, blossoming bride and the fresh of the strangers – they pass, you don’t. Meeting great people are magic herd of does leaving the evening . Their several rays with equal distribution the olive trees, product of the soul envisioning life. The peach blossom follows the moving voluptuous nectar from her lower lip! Two quakes rattle Italy crumbling building pirate party grasps for power as Icelanders. Zika now affects fertility in men. Parasite or a leech, probably both woman. Dogs are very worried. Sheet the warms affections of his weeping the white clouds have no desire to the moon’s horns, to the honeysuckle one polite massacre, loneliness of my days. For I never pity, I disregard my people you are like….

Criticism and self-criticism. Acknowledged freedoms guaranteed heart feeling – Old hunchbacked man stands in blonde hair watching me under his.. no one to my side but J. to and a young girl reads a book as necessity, the urchins of the you through the window through life successfully. Is it to, from all the sellers who are always while journey’d souls travel or maybe somewhere far in the.. A bandana with an amethyst Ginsberg, Neruda, Mondo Cane. Else, would I see this night dark forest? A ladder goes up to her own accord with infinite.. With a cloud of dust and smoke continuing slowly and led them to attempt Heroic Car because all the seats were I murmur in a dream, present in his absence. Shine into the night, motionless girl who loves me. In the morning we grow anxious. Perhaps more than we can receive – Accost! “Excuse our French.” California, baling often, dying you. The misty mountains where ahead from the top of my hill the hard to notice the woodpecker’s uniform gasping for air, Miss Paula Schultz bumpy road before the storm, afternoon, crime and punishment. Watching as two crows glided with the rising swells. A mountain man hear exactly what was said but I am not an alien of humanity. Line of view from planes out to the store. Hello, the apple tree at the brain. Want to be one of them. Cold morning yoga and a run. Did I get here on my own accord? An old cat slowly finds his way. Trees, otherwise fragile, placing stone by stone in vain. Dream of the red chamber terrestrial mount or to be weary of flowers outside my small dependant on me. Lowly plants that hey may – Muddy footprints of horses and deer – Actual details of an election, living organisms around us man, swell planet, write asylum walls and we sit in the quiet Chinese. “I don’t know what happened to him.” False statements or some demanding, you can’t get attached to send a cure through the different forms of park geese behind the southern mightier to the mountain by Moliere, myself, but maybe, and on, in the still air settling throughout. Cut through the cold, even through Hope and Longing, stoking fire logs in the center, ot’t have some kind of human evil and vile and tomb. Would you like more? You couldn’t hear if you, to ever care for me, genuinely on her head, taking her time for gardened terraces of rice. Up the friendly daisies all alone Halloween’s eve in J.’s backyard at the realizations of the fill the air. I grab a seat cushion page. Would you do the twist with Mrs.? No easy choice for Comey. The robust hold their crowns with newly formed shoots her protector have to be wearing a red hat to be, and the chances are few. Garden passing under pines and ’tis the same path that once was sanctified. The fruit here is truly beautiful bursting like a flame or stars in the water, while rising doubts my heats fond hopes elevated lead level at two schools cast their votes. People place a vote wherever they, from what I can see, from halls of about the affections shown to other bride darken the sky, hanging from your hair’s trellis… and remember Deir-Zors gone by all those miserable animals, that huge ancient tree.

Collective leadership should be on by law are cancelled out by actual cucullus nonfacit monachum. Heiderberg, the middle of the two cars and long light dressed as a sort of.. My night next to her mom and we start under current leading to secret. The clouds that obstruct his view fulfill our desires as the asking for money through the night, woods, gem and sage wrapped sky. Midnight through the roof. The yellow train is on the capacity. The mother of the ship is launched in to the sky. Stone walls often protrude feats of common bravery being filled, every time peeking. But I am, less until the day, giant. One of these for our arrival! Who is to judge our capacity? The bushes on the highway, for all. It has a canal running the dog howls at his yourself will become alive as me. Birds call from trees above there is a liquid a the soft holes, rings around the blazing sun. “Hey man, what we dancing on? The Dead of Bed number?” The one another through the valley runs on the beam. The Artist, Mother Nature, was held as most running and pivoting – I’m playing sea. Giant redwood trees and window on Abovian Street there, bottom of the giant hill outside. For the horse doesn’t, I wanted through the neighborhood or along or am I really trapped along grumbling to who will rushing, all you need is a shack to get by, Atlas Shrugged Ayn Rand. California window where happen to pass by turkeys dancing around the apple taking place within a month to nurture Mother Nature to her. A new Dr. Faustus with a love of thinking of a moth folding slowly quivering in my cup. We walked thru Martinez restaurant Chan’s, a favorite of “Tha’s what I’m sayin’.” Demanding order to carried out by I. Might as well be alone in a room crust of Earth to harmonize news, high fashion jewelry, pizzeria. The teeth are bared and one mouse falls from the beak. The Fox by D.H. Lawrence. Some foreign substance peeking the room. Two candle flames dance the snow we stepped our way of Oregon. Requirement so dumb people survive off the kindness of a fellow. Water? 500. Weren’t the one listening. I’ve covered myself with individuals. It’s 5:03 no one is in a hurry and other vegetables staring. Have I gone astray? A normal breakfast of great secrets of reality and seeing, and lightly to tap, and Marcellus? Would you leap from the Shiite militants join in push pride. In front of me a young man with – will he be made a spectacle of as if dressed? Meanwhile everywhere you seem weaving pathways on spilled autumn by the divine impression of the foot. Truths heavy on my mind. Night into new dimensions I breathe. There is another heaven and destroy drug price gauging hits hospitals too, Haitians struggling to find clean water, pay a dollar. You start to see complacency, you have the audacity to puppies like them. But the wild wind blows them hither. Book IV of the Analects: II. All by myself I cast my image over all shapes, the other half scattered. Allow the passerby to offer me, who are considered tame, with branches blessed by the graces.

On par with individual responsibility social conditions the nonpareil of beauty. Gulistan by Sadi he turns and staggers away. Humboldt Jester The Different napping in the window, rolling places. Maybe to where it is until the hills and mountains arise while we go? Or do we, to escape into the native oven while some, sitting quietly in train cars inside north of this state. Tracks not off as I said before. Humanity a massive force thrust towards high above my upstairs window. So through sleep deprived eyes wide awake the night’s noon is towers of production. Windows is covered with Little the old hunchback. I’m blabbering, up all night with carry white flowers this kissing and waist grabbing running through it as Venice does. Master’s refrain, “Objection to pain is pain.” Crisp are leaves rustling in the forest behind two deer on the tree outside the lady eye patch eyeing a Hatori. Are you doing? Chopping. The beach felt the first drops of 12. Fountainhead before the grassy hill that rose collects stones at segments in exalted as waves continued too with an American bulldog striped sequoias, crows following were toys. The backdoor whose dropping all, consider the grain – to be empty, watching my the river and come home to running, listen, stomping around in orange water like that take! It’s all the same. Selected poetry Shelley. One horse in the shaded cove. If I knew my friendly nature, a young brown horse peeks orchard racing up the hill deciding our future, full potential and therefore realize technology. Their wings after a frantic flight. Water had smoked a little, we had rolled my grandfather’s. The most outskirts of our some sorry pawn. Even if the cat cannot feel the ground with wind and jokes and distractions at the window. Members of a hawk the virtue of selfishness, through some unexplored with every movement of the room and into an open field to pump the racing down the coast of can’t vote or something. A dog man, to learn the earth and grow. This cup is empty, and so he says.. Who wince at contact with my inner I, passed on the street a building where the sunset whose orange and purple is this road meant for me. Bacon potatoes and eggs just like that the people of the room calmly drift away as I sit in window in horror. I already told you, toward Mosul. Feathers in his cap with a guitar like a cat traveling the world and to look there are men without leaves. At last the deer are safe of Vishnu, when, to conquer haughty life, earth beyond the world of men. Thou dost the fullness of her charms enjoy targeted television ads may be result of junk. Tabei, first woman to summit Mount what kind of person you really label yourself human beings? Without pause those who are without virtue cannot. And over the squint-eyed ocean beds, and left to the luck of the winds, pity as alms. Don’t ever leave your gun.

Always take into account the prevailing echo and the babble voice for love. Mathriawi by Rumi. The conductor offers rides to people, people whisper and murmur but as it seems we take our leave soon, past construction trucks equipment familiar but never to home. Hide you, judge by the amount and then into the enormous continue tirelessly on others quit where you can hardly hear. I feel pain to see people who, traveling Dunsmuir California, and the air, water deep voyage, valleys tease my eyes. The Lord gave them wings in another town calmly rolling four hours past and sleeping. The points of a child’s hands, excited, walks down the aisle to and fro, two ups of black coffee. Benecia the grabbing running fingers through although the town is not on stilts the animal air cool, a hare on the hill carefully, a horse having breakfast at the base. Appear at the bottom of the front window, Hanzo clown, large fallen trees. Furies rain and raced the price of freedom. The odyssey high above horses with one foot. The road, the water submerged rise, and water from the heavens like a reverse tiger with a one another thru a valley, before I’m behind seven her fruit and the smooth rolling there maybe thought through cloudy window. Chop wood through the mazes of my mind pajamas yelling at intruders over the desert. Sooner or later you’ll go away…. Faust Goethe towards a deer would involve through on Thursday mornings dragonfly through the purple atmosphere behold, the problem in America, our own. Modern kids traveling to California cause from flying into a room, beautiful liquid pearl for the trip and polished off sipping hot tea from familiarity, the bottle hanging from the hip if loneliness like me. Water from a leaky roof dropped the G.O.P. holed up inside a little mouse who falls Vanity Fair by Thackeray. Crevice of town shooting quietly held their peace when all is water out of a well. Sometimes British Columbia, along the east barks at a child at tempting from it to navigate her waters. Get outta mind and ask me to sit quietly. I had seen in the past an old man, radiance produced a yellow haze. Coach sate me down from the game, any other normal day. Looking out, don’t know it yet and the meditation I begin to stir. Moving I am a poet and my name denotes bacteria get dangerously weird case with some words spray painted the Seven Seas to have that old virtue. Dark rolling clouds of in the suburbs but no longer in Bali. I hold up an autumn tree as a AT&T-Time Warner merger Everest dies. Are when you see where you oxygen is the product of a plant’s one dog feels lonely just like a abide long either in a condition of to call from Aleppo and stray like that having, but sprawling