The Heroes Journey Land 1.3

      The Heroes Journey Land. How to be a fearless peaceful warrior chief inside the military industrial complex of all world power nations? The north wind turns the medicine wheel, the autumn of our country has arrived, waiting for death. People coming to terms with resurrection, shhh. Mother Goose is telling the story of life. It's taking shape in a legendary place, someone is planting a garden, another strums the metal strings, a quiet coda in natures backdrop. Imagine living forever, singing to the crowd, the disheveled mass, nervous transit and running away from the systems of civilization. Scared to be known and to love. A want to communicate so strong is going backwards in between dreams to settle the dust, unearth rust and burn. Write when your not singing, sing when your not tapping the table, tell a story and don't say it all at once. Keep writing the peaceful dreams. Tomorrow is sleeping next to you. The soil is rich but the tending of a stubborn seed presents a challenge. Can you teach a plant how to grow? Future truths. More vegetables than we knew what to do with. We can feed an entire village but we must ration and not waste, prepare for winter. The soul, the family, the raising of the young. When the next dimension calls your spiritual quest brings the promise of spring rains. The infinite storyline honking on the sideway eights.

Hot Measure 1.2

 I was having so much fun I forgot to tip at the bar. Im going back tomorrow, Im not going to call and apologize. Sweet able and ready and the stomach for extra news. Release the tension and be honest about wanting to be successful. Skip the pages of the unconfident wreckage of east. The sorcery of the hope vision has been brutally commercialized by the vexing political interest groups in town, and toot toot they will fade away and the vision will stay. Again, you called the re-vision, again. Sewing fabric and wine is waiting  on the roof, tailor made and always torn. Tree trunk seat on this starry night enchanted canopy in the forests net. Cradle of civilization flooding the hearts and minds of honest men. He’s keeping time without a watch, you watch the impulse gather up the vine and sundries. I wouldn’t have to, I did a turn stare flashback around blank and got no points from the judge. Madness, intelligence, the ignorance of truth, what a clue. Take ten steps back, forgive someone, be with it and then gone alright. Be the get down to give honors before proceeding forward. Wash the ocean, purr out in the wild, wet at the center and say I will to sunlight.

Can anyone publish this? Suddenly I found myself wondering. Yes. Anyone can publish this we live in the internet as artists now, but we don’t have to. we can find air isolated on the street, on the curbs, on the crowded love go round and save some hearts. Is this for the other? is this for the life? is this on the any harley, chess, ice. me ups are a hurry on a high/low. Biblical breakfast, now back to work.

            In the night, in the missing pieces, the sidewalk is covered with the footprints of this city’s great people. There is layer upon layer of threads, of walks and grey green moss growing up from the mild winters one and only snow. Amethyst. Eagle. Electric predictor of wind climbing up all the thermals making its way around the watery space rock. The Nations are waiting for something to stop the beast, the thing that no one man has magically created but has been born out of our unruly desires, taking our lusts and our greeds to a so serious edge. And I question if we can hold back for all of its momentum. Yes the beast has been set free, in the human pastures of time. In climatic wed-lock they are exchanging glances with a raft, with an unquenchable fire. Yoga max sees the terrain deep inside the minds eye revealing the most specific details of the enemies whereabouts. A transformation takes place, the animal tail unfolds and a snake rises from it’s temporary death. Bells are calling the the giant battle axe to the throne.     

Part 1

The excellent Untitiled gift. Listening, a song, shes playing piano @ 347 am, its gonna be Monday tomorrow. I haven’t worked in almost 70 days. See the positive in these sentences so we can harmonize the discomfort that always comes into question. We are people with a responsibility to each other at our most basic core. The greatest people among us, that we can remember, that we can love unconditionally are those who gave themselves to family first. Thank You. My Grandparents took care of us, they gave us love and lessons.
The night is an angel right now, not smoking cigarettes. I cant sleep, thought has awoken and will see the days on its own time. I stopped writing letters, they’re old fashioned. There is nothing you cant see with the images on there for everyone. Enough with the navel gazing routine if there is no reflection or healing posture. Its a whole bunch of compassion for bad patterns. Don’t get in the habit of glorifying bad entertainment, you might take advice from a character. I’m not tone deaf, I can hear what is being said behind the veil, vaguely aware of  the shadow of assumptions on the egg.
Next time I get a job offer i will want it. Everyday is yoga on Christmas morning. Everyday is a pair of new shoes. Downtown club town when will i finally make the rounds, i wont be broke. Statues in the Mist, a marvel. A mad guest at dinner how can you digest, don’t eat. Please i always really just wanted a porch, a house and a porch. That western sunset. I can smell the lagoon in my childhood and my dreams. Colored by dusk, crazy laughter and all night the crickets with it. The slow wave under the docks. One more year New York City. I’m imagining this one, all the way through with my action plan. Alchemy. No one knows what will happen for sure. I pray for peace.     
Expression of-  definition of- mandatory sentencing dove winged santa. The forgetful children dont know what they’re missing. We are headlong into a ritual of matter. A mega pipe is getting smoked by the institutionalized original species. The outer laying tradition was buried in the tolerance of life. We have it easy. I see sunlight visions reflecting off their skyscrapers, they’re not mine anymore, now I have the river as my companion. The geese have settled for honking over ad agencies discussing commuter critical mass. App app your business is an app app. I dont want to live anywhere else I want to go other places but isn’t that just living then.
The bag of tricks, the blanket and rope, wooden sword, and the rattle of the snake. Refuge hill and the shady rock swamp its a rosary in a rose bush a medal of honor in the bath, a breakthrough performance in the hundred yard dash. Dexterity, prosperity, disparity, some planet of the apes shit. Still shot silence we cant put it past trapped in the country tone drone.  

Only talking to the boss now. Only asking for things I want. Always in business, only issue is i was always afraid and unsure if the right path was a path at all or maybe a place or a plan or persistence and plain or pleasure, i pained over putting a passive interest in sobrietys license. I went looking for beer.