Elemented Mental Music Played

Educational thinking inside
The place of being, the halls of sight
Where from come the lenses and mirrors,
Systems and forms in nature as
Well as in me in nature as one
Being unified melding complex
Moving forward through infinity,
Evolving and maintaining self
Though knowing all the while that such
Is only to me an illusion, for
Self is not separate but all

My Human Progress

An idea begins to form
Like a sky scraper prickling the airs
Inside so calm at moments
And so utterly strenuous
At others pervaded by
Steep sheer winds coldly
Blowing from northern truths.
The rafters crumble as I see
A metamorhpisis of a city
Being demolished and recreated
By incredible corporations
And transfigurations of
Ideas in constant motion
Plowing forth in the strange
Places of sunlight and night.
The rivers run [...]

A thought on a warrior

Long Live Chingachgook!!!!
Long live Jim morrison!!!!!
Long Live Tennyson!!!
And William Blake!!!
And Nietzsche!!!
And all the dead faces
Whose voices did make
The strange words here
That will ever and ever shape
This world of ours into everything
That ever was forever our sake!?!?

the greetings were of weightless voices

Wellsprings
Wellsprings
Spring
The wells
Water to wellsprings
To spring the wells water
To water to wellsprings
Water to spring
The wells water
In everything seen

June 11th approximately, Doctorow- Sweet Land Stories, Edgar Cayce’s Interpretions of The Book of Revelations(possibly), William Blake- Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion (before hand), Doctorow - The Book of Daniel (now), faces, friends, conversation coffee, bleary eyes, glass doors opened, closed, wind rocks waves, harsh feelings pain, exertion, fishing sunlight barefooted. dreams

Tongues and Ears
1
The rain creates rivulet rings
On the waters
It falls and concentric sings
A soft clatter
 
Listen to this music if you will
These notes from songs
Eternal yet and even still
Amidst the technic gongs.
 

 
Repetitive work numbs and consecrates my mind
Into the idiocy of the modern world
Thinking hopelessly entrenched in the grind
Into which my freedom swirls
 
Lost forever to this complex mechanism
Breathing down [...]

Ode to Spring Days

Spring Days was sure a well happening this year
A grey day though still encompassed of cheers
From all those that made the arduous trek down
To the coast, West Point, to friendly faces be found,
For despite the field of the race being few
There was still a feeling of glory that seemed to have bloomed
In the lone smiling competer of the entire event
As he crossed the finnish line [...]

Sunday Morning reading female author about horses and trailers, mind devises with stringent coffee vibrations this river of conscouss amalgamation

Rereading past contributions to the world of the written word, of the captured idea, of the dynamic singing of symbols if one can attach perfect concepts to flowing rythym and wallah like a magician something beautiful, something orginal something fantastic and supremely outragous, totally and utterly glorious can emerge like a bautiful naked siren from [...]

Rain like seeds of false endings, warm like a poorly ventilated appartment building in July, reading E.L. Doctorow, Loon Lake, there emrges perspectives and conclusions as follows

Writing is supposed to be about what is real but you seem to be so far away from this subject
You sit engorging all day like a forgotten shape, destitute of spirit drunken in filth
Your own filth
You love your own filth,
The will to forget the idea of ever attaining
Is easy and allows the willer to
Live like [...]