The Exodus Of Clemence (The Rectory) & (The Campsite)

The Exodus of Clemence (The Rectory)

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The rectory will keep you safe.

Go to it.

 

O Clemence. They do not even give a sound.

An alert.

 

A sound of the station which I am to sit in to become accustomed to the details of engagement.

Am I to assume?

 

Here. That they love me?

What is studied in animal husbandry?

 

It is great it is vast it is like the sun oven.

It has needs.

 

The impression is as long as they need

They keep one in fear.

 

12:81

 

Upon reaching the rectory.

I found that my fears were un-made.

 

I am begging for signs.

A sent sign.

 

O Clemence. I am facing the wrong direction.

Engulfed.

 

I do my actions alone.

I am more careful.

 

Here. Now.

I am hard to befriend.

 

When the big enfant broke its bed. I rose.

And put bullets into its head.

 

A beast. In her sin garden

Sinking into the neverworld to be burned.

 

(“That You [Jesus Christ] may say to the prisoners, ‘Go forth,’

To those who are in darkness,

‘Show yourselves. . . .’

For He who has mercy on

them will lead them,

Even by the springs of water

He will guide them. . . .

Surely these shall come from afar;

Look! Those from the north

and the west,

And these from the land of Sinim.” (Isaiah 49: 9, 10, 12).)

 

There shall be love to cup you when you have been taken from skin and hair and bone.

And I

 

Will guide you with a black candle in my spiritual heart.

One woman must live in force

 

One woman must live in freedom.

For the world to seem them.

 

Ehyeh Asher.

Amen.

 

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4:11

 

In the emerald dragon

The Middle Kingdom.

 

Is pursued.

If you are flesh you will come to be so.

 

The soul

Will topple its deprivation.

 

The new

5000 year old dream.

 

Treat you

As

 

You treat

The world and its compassion.

 

The Great War of the Supernatural

Will

 

Turn the bricks of the Great Wall

Into

 

Loaves of Bread.

Up high

 

The clouds

Will burst war. You are in our spokes now.

 

Dream in Mayan.

The silkworms are dying in their own fires.

 

Begin this.

While they sin and reep sin's bliss.

 

5:26

 

O Clemence.  Now.

I am on the journey.

 

And I have felt the sadness of strangers making their way to feed themselves.

3 gold pieces and his eyes' turned back to blue.

 

I have run after strangers to offer them money.

People are very hungry on their own passage.

 

O Clemence.  Man makes man into slave.

Should I due man?

 

"You should, child, you should."

"I shall use the black salts to break the Laws of Master".

 

"You will have to use many things. But do so."

"To hear your voice accompanying me in this wilderness is as the green moon is shinning on my back."

 

O Clemence. I am scared. I am without parentage.

I fear the dead will abandoned me."

 

"I will not let that happen.  Taste the blue salt of Brittany

In the vial. And continue on."

 

O Clemence. I die as I try.

Send me a piece of your heart and let the travel bird drop it into my mouth.

 

I will not stop.

I am alone.

 

"You are not."

 

87:8

 

O Clemence. You are crying. You are crying.

But with the people you act overtaken by them.

 

But. The Truth.

I make you weep.

 

Weep. Weep. Everyone.

I have had a steep life.

 

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39:51

The Wandering

 

O Clemence.

I am following the wandering river.

 

Together

With a dog named Scott.

 

I meet gathered people

Half hiding.

 

Afraid of being beaten.

Afraid of being blind.

 

All might.

Afraid of being taken.

 

I wandered with a heated head.

And became quite hostile.

 

When the fever fled.

And the body adjusted

 

I walked

And saw no one I would know.

 

If things have slowed

Then what we hide will show

 

We are alone and unattended.

And nothing we do

 

Nor Pretend

Is Pretendable.

 

Pretend everything.

It is easier to die that way.

 

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O Clemence. Gather.

Gather.

 

I said

Gather.

 

The unattended.

They wait.

 

They shall be found at the end of the flood line

Where the unmistakable height marks

 

Grew on scalded wallpaper.

And the tangent

 

Forever bobbing skulls

Of the forsaken bloated.

 

Bodies of our suffering.

In the grey of the streets in the abusive power.

 

If we do not suffer our sorrows

Else will.

 

Until it is us.

Alone. Parentless.

 

In

The Blood Eye of the Slaughtered.

 

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O Clemence.

The reaction is always vulgar.

 

O Clemence.

The waiting are turning. They are turning.

 

It is all that I know.

We will win.

 

And so I wandered at measurements

So many went below the seas' surface and never returned.

 

Heights and Depths.

One that wanders

 

Must never connect.

Make a name and unremain.

 

O Clemence.

God first appeared in the X-Rays

 

Of the Cypress Trees.

Allow me this I can lead out of

 

This.

In the sound there is a moment.

 

It is bodies' Bay

And on  drift wood the name of everyone.

 

The Wanderers.

Are barefoot

 

With faces the colour of tar.

Footed

 

In the morgues of our Perfections.

Where it happens.

 

Simply

Depends

 

On

Who has rivers.

 

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10:10

 

It is a Sin.

It is her Sin.

 

On the

Psychic Wall.

 

Where mark

Is not alphabet

 

But

Claw.

 

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Origins.

Showing themselves.

 

Beginning to revolt

I know that each of mine enemies I shall place the lips of their mouths

 

To the muzzle of the gun I carry

And

 

I shall

Let their lives fall to the ground like a child in the summer sun winless over an ice cream cone.

 

I am headed to the wilderness

With murder on my mind.

 

I have died

So wide alive.

 

O Clemence. I do not know this journey.

The refuse of human rivalry.

 

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6:7

 

The Campsite

 

O Clemence.

I am falling in love with these campsites.

 

Ground smells in my hair.

The river bird

 

Filled with river worms

Churns in low sky

 

Not status on screen.

The fish raising their heads above the water

 

Mouthing and Mouthing

Jealously.

 

(So all man is is projection?)

 

The fall of the branches during night and night winds.

Into the willow clutches.

 

Melodic. Long in the raisin colour

Of

 

My horrific nights.

The reindeers'

 

Ghosts

And

 

Tramps

The faces. Gone.

 

Tucked into eternal wood.

I have fallen in love.

 

Suddenly.

On my way to the days of Peace.

 

Quietly spoken

In the Religion Mountains.

 

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O Clemence.

I saw my father. He had a red

 

Cloth on.

He walked in the City.

 

I was passing on the blue horse.

My father was stunning.

 

Under the Sun.

A heretic toiled passed.

 

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The chaotic fall.

The broken foot.

 

Monastic money is for the beautiful.

The rest of us live our lives in oil stains.

 

O Clemence. What is the cost of their losses?

"We shall find out."

 

And he said,

"HMV. Aisle 2."

 

Satchel Tate Cornstalk (Excerpt)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Exodus Of Clemence

...The Book of the Revelation, Chapter 12, presents a great vision of the nation of Israel portrayed as a woman. The vantage point is that of eternity.

A great and wondrous sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth.

 

Then another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on his heads. His tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth. The dragon stood in front of the woman who was about to give birth, so that he might devour her child the moment it was born. She gave birth to a son, a male child, who will rule all the nations with an iron scepter. And her child was snatched up to God and to his throne. The woman fled into the desert to a place prepared for her by God, where she might be taken care of for 1,260 days.

 

And there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back. But he was not strong enough, and they lost their place in heaven. The great dragon was hurled down--that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan, who leads the whole world astray. He was hurled to the earth, and his angels with him.

 

Then I heard a loud voice in heaven say: "Now have come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God, and the authority of his Christ. For the accuser of our brothers, who accuses them before our God day and night, has been hurled down. They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death. Therefore rejoice, you heavens and you who dwell in them! But woe to the earth and the sea, because the devil has gone down to you! He is filled with fury, because he knows that his time is short."

 

When the dragon saw that he had been hurled to the earth, he pursued the woman who had given birth to the male child. The woman was given the two wings of a great eagle, so that she might fly to the place prepared for her in the desert, where she would be taken care of for a time, times and half a time, out of the serpent's reach. Then from his mouth the serpent spewed water like a river, to overtake the woman and sweep her away with the torrent. But the earth helped the woman by opening its mouth and swallowing the river that the dragon had spewed .....

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The Exodus of Clemence

 

And Clemence

Walked into

 

Eden.

Bulbed.

 

Beautiful as a child.

Under the identical birthage.

 

Saying to the brush of Clive

But she is our immortal child.

 

And I know she must be told to flee

Into the wilderness.

 

We all know this

And those among

 

God will tell her.

This is a child of our bath that we are speaking of.

 

Wake my horses for she must flee on them.

Our Wombs.

 

Our prostrates,

Cannot keep her safe.

 

Only God can be pregnant with her.

For in her

 

Carries his words.

And his very words are threatened.

 

Love.

 

1,260 words.

 

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And Clemence, whom no one had elected.

But whom was chosen.

 

By

I.

 

Clemence woke and walked with her into the wilderness opening

And said this:

 

We shall watch from our boats, cliffs, rivers, perches,

With blood in our eyes, Chel, With blood in our eyes.

 

To have you leave will tear open the break wall of our beloved haboured.

Even the morning fishermen are readying for their dangerous deaths.

 

The God Ransack.

 

The foreboding clasped in Clemence’s hands.

Pearls are the officers of Chains.

 

Release all chained.

A prophet’s duty.

 

How shall I love anyone if I am sent into the wilderness?

Clemence spoke:

 

You are silly as a Girl. You are silly as a Woman.

You . You.

 

Already loved by more than two worlds.

You burned from the throats of the weary songsters.

 

They blistered

Their fingers writing your name into the wall of all man.

 

Be you still.

In this sad commotion.

 

Our mission is to get you to the place of God.

Where set aside.

 

On this our nouns will not work to title.

On this earth

 

You shall.

You shall.

 

Make us proud.

And

 

You shall.

You shall.

 

Be protected.

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The ash.

The ash.

 

Where are the ashes from the sandalwood branch?

I do not know, Clemence.

 

I do not know how the pools of turquoise were filled with the earth of my destroyed pottery.

They will discover so much buried in 100 years.

 

Oh Clemence.

You have a strong jaw.

 

Let me cry in you lap.

 

Nonsense.

 

||:26

O Where is my neighbour? So late in the dark So early in the morning.

Shall he stand in the marketplace at the week's end

 

In love with another.

Daniel you have misspoken and mislead your followers.

 

O Where is my neighbour? Why did the light not suit me well enough

To appeal for him.

 

Clemence wanted to cry out in the navigation room.

No sea captain.

 

With the Aviator

Clemence invented Navigation

 

From the Shady Valley to the Moist Wilderness.

Clemence pulled the wood from the wood libraries.

 

With no sleep

Clemence made the Navigation Of God.

 

From arson and resin

A Navigator's Necklace was made.

 

Bundling

Sea Moss

 

Volcanic Water

Heart Pus

 

From the bereavement of men.

And their fallen tales.

 

Clemence packed the bags.

And

 

Dropped the acorns from the sea monsters into her hair as she slept.

God Detection.

 

Clemence worked at such a pace.

Calm's ovens

 

Would not be able to console.

But until that matter happens

 

Clemence said onto the glass of the steering room.

I will lead her to the place

 

God has set aside.

The dream of safety and protection for her.

 

We, her very people

Asked this for her.

 

We are the architects.

Illness ironed flesh

 

As she moaned and her sicknesses were grave.

We pulled the irises from their beds.

 

And made bandages over her ills.

And on the hem of her black skirt

 

The black ice of a landing gull.

To never is to be.

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She has been disguised

As

 

Witch

As

 

Songstress.

As

 

Painter and Painting.

As

 

Gem

As

 

Landscape.

As

 

Hound.

As

 

Wave.

As

 

Fire.

As

 

Shooken Ground.

As

 

Towns

As

 

Fields.

As

 

One with many.

As

 

One with less.

As

 

Old

As

 

Ancient.

As

 

Young.

As

 

New.

As

 

Occult.

As

 

Clarity.

As

 

One.

As

 

Two.

As

 

Sighted.

As

 

Blind.

As

 

Held.

As

 

Released.

As (Clemence grabbed at the soil near the sea trees)

 

As

My sister.

 

As

Now

 

As

My Daughter.

 

Let my screams be held in.

As she will commence soon.

 

For I am Clemence.

I will do this.

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ll:29.

 

You must make yourself

What they

 

Have to strive to become and will not become.

Though all angels.

 

You must take all your sufferings

And

 

Bundle them like firewood.

And

 

Remain.

Remain.

 

Clever thou is.

Clever thine hand that rules the life of hands

 

They must awe you.

You must allow them to.

 

Who else.

I was in the darkness.

 

In the crosswaters.

Not one of them was beside me.

 

I can now stand on their bellies

And beat them to death.

 

Your absence shows me your humanity.

Your courage.

 

Your bravery.

You fear.

 

You threshold.

I am not wrong to point out the absence of warriors.

 

You must make yourself

Untouchable.

 

So sweeping.

And God will make you a place in the wilderness.

 

You must request

The Pray of Man.

 

The Skill of Man.

The Hymn of Man.

 

Then.

You shall love

 

And

Be loved

 

By my beloved Clemence.

For Clemence rises and sleeps in France.

 

The eyes of  lighthouse windows.

My beloved Clemence.

 

I will wait for you.

In your renaming.

 

For you are Eden

And I will share my gold with you.

 

Your lips will quiver on till I have been restored.

And

 

I am crazy of sight for you.

I eat soap from the virgins' bath.

 

To wear your stone.

To wear you stone.

 

Or all

Will atone.

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11:13

 

Clemence shall read my verse

Under.

 

Strung dried apples of children.

Of Merchants.

 

Carrying vanilla sticks

For.

 

The Bettles in the Bettle Beds

I have created in.

 

An opaque Voodoo style

Of cigar boxes

 

From oversea sailors-

Being everyone's sister everyone's daughter-

 

Blood and Beetles.

Shall guard

 

Repulsively

My eternal

 

Soul. With.

Dirt, stray tobacco strands, and the fecal.

 

As Clemence knows.

Chestnuts

 

Is the colour

Of my soul's dew

 

In the Prince's Pockets.

Who wanted to leverage.

 

His Kingdom

At a moment's feeling for the poor the hungry the sorrowed the sick the bornbomb of tragic mishap.

 

Oh dear Clemence

When shall I get to.

 

Cry.

At the tomb of Florence.

 

Or shall my fate be distressing

My blues and My fears

 

Lost in the crinolines of a flushed circus dancers in the court.

Where the judges in this port have mercy.

 

Wearing blue stars up top their heads.

Weary of the fraught human debris that passes before them day to day

 

The guilt or innocence

Of Cafeteria Trays.

 

Oh Clemence. My dearest Clemence.

What have I become in such.

 

A hurry.

A ludicrous sensation

 

I have felt in the cloth of a amplifier.

That I shall spent my left days in.

 

Marriage.

Such to suggest.

 

To

The

 

Winter Swells

Of

 

Brittany.

And my diary words shall be the colour of the skies above Rennes.

 

Oh Clemence.

If I wonder that far I shall be an outstanding success.

 

Oh Clemence.

Tell what is so and

 

Soul.

I have never seen anyone

 

Wearing the tissues within their

Bodies

 

On their faces.

The pearl

 

Of

My homeland.

 

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I clicked two angels free off the butterfly watches

And I wove

 

A bracelet of my dried age spots

For your wrist.

 

All that a rattle snake's

Jealous.

 

O Clemence will you knock on the disappeared garden shed of God.

With your mahogany

 

Hand.

The one that comes off with a twist of a screw.

 

And shall the elephant's ivory

Flea or Plead from the bezel

 

Nest

Of

 

Gold.

And whisper into

 

The Garden Ear

Of

 

The Parrish Priest.

To lure

 

Nature.

To break open geography's sexual position of mass and volume.

 

Oh Clemence

Break me open

 

To your love.

What is this my dear Clemence.

 

I taste travel in my mouth.

The Swallows' sperm of the voyage.

 

Plastic Planets.

We can love.

 

The Exodus has been hiding. In the tear duct of the flea.

 

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12:20

 

A symbol. Of the changing bad.

It is entertainment. Is it?

 

O Clemence. What do they know, so far?

Did make myself the Queen of something?

 

I. So wanted the to find him in the ocean

Accompanying me to the marvelous buffalo ridge where it ends

 

From the vision I have here.

Waiting Waiting.

 

At Camp Erdman.

Waiting Waiting.

 

I sat and listened to their hideous stories.

And the way they flirted.

 

And I thought this will lead to him.

So be still and wait.

 

It lead me not there.

But I did have his symptoms.

 

I felt how he hurted

Alone. In the narrow hallway.

 

Of a Death in the Grand.

Horse shoe playing in space.

 

There is an orbit that I do ignore.

A dove a fawn a boot in the grass of Wilmette.

 

O Clemence. These ancient times.

More or less mouse traps or the mouse nests.

 

I am in deep grief and I am in deep joy.

Show me your hands.

 

May God

Spare you.

 

12:29

 

And Clemence. Your spirit.

Is not wasted.

 

Outside I look healthy.

Stout. Powerful.

 

The train traveling up

The pieces of mountain.

 

But inside I have been  in the hard skies of Parkinson.

My mother my how she must have shook and hated me.

 

Clemence. I am the will that

Makes great leaders.

 

I am psychic.

Physically psychic.

 

His cuts were ancient.

And strong.

 

But my heart is a different

Organ story.

 

The steel men on the top

Can be abusive.

 

Coming alive in the resting swan snow

Of

 

Montreal.

O. Clemence. Be everything.

 

Be the dots in the last photo.

I gave my body up for the protection of the soul.

 

I will inherit what God has spoken of.

Do not lose me. Clemence.

 

At some point

God must help me.

 

The wars in purple.

Have been without you.

 

Around my neck I wear

Your mahogany hand.

 

Filled with termites.

No moth can stand.

 

Inheriting what is

The creature.

 

And

Its Voodoo.

 

Everything has been cursed.

And I cannot say why

 

And I cannot say why not.

A forest has trees

 

And at the centre of it

A man will breathe.

 

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11:26

(My Job Is God.)

 

11:25

 

The plate he ate from.

The butter marks.

 

Everything is scent.

All men are equal but impaired.

 

God snaps at my critsm.

The religion of life is poignant.

 

The history of life is potent.

The living of life is fatal.

 

I cannot, will not, ever

Attempt to live your life.

 

All love is stricken by failure.

Pay attention.

 

The fault lines are

Metaphoric.

 

11:12

 

O Clemence.

There is evil.

 

It makes everything go wrong.

Good I have seen.

 

O Clemence.

Who takes care of the people we come to hate?

 

O Clemence.

Written into wet cement

 

Was the name

Sylvia.

 

By the bandstand.

I tried not to walk on the name.

 

Deserted long ago

By its author.

 

Dried to insignificance.

No one feels anything when seeing it, if they see it.

 

Time has sporadic operations.

The fading of softness.

 

The Lithium of Memory.

Churned in the mouth

 

Of an arrogant

Married Man.

 

O Clemence.

We are not to go there anymore.

 

You are young.

But you are the glow on my forehead.

 

How do you live?

Do you get annoyed by

 

People

Towns

 

Colours

Lack

 

Deceit

Vacancy.

 

What do you see that makes me behave this way?

Tell me.

 

You are new.

I will listen to you.

 

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11:11

 

O Clemence.

No thorns in thee.

 

Come ly with me

In the acorn currents

 

Where the trenches

Open.

 

Like halved pineapples.

And I shall burn the Linen.

 

Into the glass

Where nots.

 

A sailor's lips.

Can  tell the difference

 

From

Silk Poison

 

Or

Flax Poison.

 

O Clemence.

Tiny rivers ice attach

 

Postage string tied

Our veins

 

And we awaken

The out of season storms of our nations.

 

O Clemence. I am a Jew.

From Shanghai or the Seine.

 

I have salvaged

The inturned chandeliers

 

From a soot of suicides.

And dried

 

Them

Before the jeweler of Portugal.

 

In his backyard

Where summer rice

 

Is growing.

Because he yearned.

 

Before the ruby was smashed

In favour of the peridot.

 

And life

Has been So.

 

O Clemence.

Tie a bow and not a knot.

 

And protect

The bow

 

With

An autopsy's soul.

 

For the lamp may skip

Its illumination

 

As a moth

Might sing

 

The cadaver's songs.

Releases the God Owned Soul

 

From the corset

Of

 

Rib Cage Bone.

And the judges at the Hague.

 

May struggle home

In their rain drenched robes.

 

As

No

 

One

Deserves death

 

As

No

 

One

Can

 

Decide

That

 

For

Another.

 

But whored we do

Justice.

 

Justice. What is pure.

Not even the smell of new born is as pure.

 

What are we.

We are not death makers.

 

O Clemence.

They are begotten.

 

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Coughing.

The lace from the nest

 

The Vulture's Lure.

But I have awaken somewhere

 

In the atoll.

Surrounded by the circular

 

Low Tides.

Where as children we used

 

The white coral

Like

 

Chalk.

To write the laws of the Supernatural.

 

On the spotted trees

I see you in

 

Delicate frock.

Wandering through

 

The wading suggestions

And

 

The mechanism

Of

 

Genius.

(What stories are written for.)

 

I shall tell you when the waves

Will break higher than

 

Us.

And.

 

All

Others.

 

I will teach you

How to recognize

 

The currents of winds

From where they end

 

To where they begin.

As the high pressure

 

From the East

Meets my legs

 

Of the high pressure

From the North.

 

And there is no explaining.

From where they come.

 

O Clemence.

With  me the beginning and ending.

 

Of

All.

 

And we shall end time.

 

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26:11

 

Task-master.

It is sad for my mother.

 

Covered in seashells

Opening and closing on her body for breath.

 

The dying pigeon is still following me.

For eight years.

 

From the west From my east.

My thoughts are without hope.

 

They are thoughts.

O Clemence. I break down when I think of the adversaries' deed towards me.

 

What is needed to slaughter me

Will be turned back.

 

O Clemence. Shield as shield

All evil from me.

 

Rear you head above.

Is not hard, the crowds are hostile.

 

Move around them

Is simple now.

 

You are the sun ball

Float

 

To me

And the sadness I have incurred.

 

Treating his life's scroll with spaces in the immortal.

Sepphora and Phua.

 

Cut the Lime.

The first male child was born.

 

There is a witch ball made of silver around my wrist

When I surf.

 

The father has become

A colour.

 

He waited and he longed.

And I flew from heaven  like a bird

 

His hands reached far.

Further than anyone.

 

He did reach

Me.

 

O Clemence.

He is.

 

In my eternal skin.

He is my eternal friend.

 

O Clemence.

There is a smell of him or battle

 

At the top of a large wave closing out the beach.

When water is not

 

Wet or Dry.

I know the composer.

 

Holding

Latterns.

 

To the

Unimaginable.

 

Bestinshowshit

 

 

There is no reason to discuss

This with the crowd.

 

Much too Much

Is made

 

Of everyone's

Existence.

 

11:24

 

Elijah was witness to you.

I was witness to Elijah.

 

He was quite handsome.

His eyes smoldered of the sea.

 

Elijah came to me years latter and asked

"Why did he die?"

 

I left the voodoo rooms with the wind in from the west

And grabbing Elijah's hand for lift to the lamps of the light house.

 

I said,

He was receptive.

 

The people of oxbow lake were not

For the treasure that could be made.

 

 

In 2009

The  warriors were deny access to their own waters.

 

They were denied

The patrol even.

 

So

They cursed

 

Teahupo'o.

Teahupo'o.

 

Hedidtheexodus222done

 

1:28 11:11

 

O how sad for

Moses' sister.

 

Wandering the mud of the river banks for a lost brother.

Committed.

 

Unadorned.

For now Elijah was grown

 

And I was worn.

You may not be good enough for the graves of god.

 

Save.

Save each other.

 

 

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Excerpt (Exodus of Clemence)

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The Petition of Sparrows

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The Petition Of the Sparrows

 

In Memorandum Flight

To the God Space.

 

Please be of the will.

The Savoy of Spells.

 

The opening is perennial.

 

The lonely lonely Postal Box drop.

A hallowing owl in the dark skies

 

Babes in the nest have all died.

A rainbow is a tremendous catcher of horror.

 

I wash my morning hands

3 times.

 

A white bowl from the assembled.

A chin. A sweet chin.

 

Appears like horses’ breath.

And their chilling wills.

 

The categories.

I made no want.

 

I scampered across the village square.

What I walk across

 

Barefoot.

An Oval.

 

A rectangle.

A circle.

 

A love in the grain.

We so dearly

 

Wash ourselves

In the Burial Fountains of Mahina.

 

(I have loved only men who were mountains and I am pure. As Pine.)

 

The men in the stairwells of hope

To be Lords.

 

Carry butterfly leaves in their cupped hands.

With rosaries

 

Made of

Moss.

 

I laid down nothing not

Even an acorn

 

At the dying

Of

 

Heather.

 

A woman in a caravan.

A woman in a coma.

 

A woman under the shimmering James.

Biting his lip

 

In Pennsylvania

To defend

 

The right

Of Proper action.

 

James.

The petitions of the Sparrows

 

In memorandum’s flight suit

To the God Space.

 

Between James and Misha.

God counts their hair and is in the hair.

 

Notice nothing if nothing wants to be noticed.

The heart opening the journeyman’s laboured teeth.

 

Snow flakes

In the hands

 

Of the red headed James.

In the planetarium

 

Of boys.

In Philadelphia.

 

It seems the conditions were so rich

At the wrong time.

 

I said “How will it be

In the snow show

 

On the balcony of the sudden Poconos.

I am ardent there.

 

I have come to know

We shall be frail and frail and frai.

 

The Times of Demons.

And

 

The Times of Angels.

The peach is clenched shut.

 

Sea Horse in

A bottle

 

With a

Nail.

 

Wood reproduction

Mating.

 

The sound of Victoria’s heart beat

As the machines were silenced.

 

And her beats went on for five more minutes.

The heart

 

In the sound machine.

Anise Star.

 

Armoire  filled.

Do not fall with in.

 

The petitions of the Sparrows

In memorandum’s flight

 

To the God Space

Between Victoria and her

 

Four children.

The bone of Victoria I took to France with me.

 

(After her death I drove passed her vacant home.

And the man that loved her

Was mowing the lawn.

In the mountains.

Where our lives met.

I am a poet but I lost the mountains. To idolaters.)

 

My God if only I had Irises.

On this plate.

 

I eat from.

I opened a turquoise

 

Package.

Inside a purple envelope.

 

A lavender wax seal.

Amid the sachet (cloud)

 

Of

Leaf

 

Berry

Shell

 

Pyrite

Stone

 

Oil

Flower

 

Was written the petition of Sparrows

In memorandum’s dusk

 

When dawn

Paste itself

 

In my aunt’s eyes

Forever

 

Closing

The path to Florence.

 

My love. And my love.

Will be strong and he will pierce through.

 

And the nest of newborn Sparrows.

Tucked in the clover.

 

There is my love.

Wearing a necklace of red ants.

 

I cannot fight him.

He is the predicted.

 

(This is not my native lands- the doors of my native lands

Will never be closed.)

What in fight

Rose for me

When I could not.

And what laid to

Rest at night

Slept

When I could not.

And the sky of

My nation.

Torn itself open

And

From

My

Palms

The Oil of God.

And all that come came to the native lands.

The cousin

The girl

The boy

The gotten

The shoulder

The prayers

I have made

For my life.

 

(The task of the man in the word is the taste in the bean. Tough work.)

 

Oceanic sleep.

The coral heads

 

My remaining family.

We have slept in rivers

 

And

Otters were our warmth.

 

I woke with a mouse

Listening to the vein in my neck.

 

If I fall into the animal world

Please do not defy my choice.

 

I have emerged from servitude.

Ridiculed.

 

Aimless in my mother’s polio.

Deers worried.

 

All men crushed in unison.

Noospheriic's song.

 

I feel into the pond

I made and then re-made.

 

Remaking is living.

Death is toothless with cement sealed over the asshole.

 

And. There are either more

Rich

 

Or more

Poor.

 

I do not know about the fantasy

Of Great Dreams.

 

There was salt in her Liver.

Her insanity put that there.

 

I smelt her as soon as I reached the shoreline.

She is spying on me.

 

If I could medicate her burning forehead.

What Great

 

Will not survive the shadow.

You think you actually could have survived me.

 

The men were sent.

In the petition of the sparrows

 

In memorandum’s flight

To the God space

 

Her ill fated ride.

And all that harms me.

 

They gave her into the second death.

Even a dead

 

Jew

Would never save you.

 

A plough in the brainfield.

Our homeless

 

Or

Small children.

 

What the roadways

School doors

 

Hallways

The new tarp lands

 

The slipping wings

Falling from

 

A scalded chalcedony

Trembles on the cliffs where it broke off the necklace

 

Given as a gift

From my father.

 

When the cockroaches fly

Into the dark air.

 

And land

In

 

The

Hair

 

Of

My

 

Enemy.

My VooDoo.

 

The petition of the sparrows

In memorandum's  flight

 

To the God space

When picture frames

 

Were pulled from

The museums of our souls.

 

The soul.

So overrated.

 

In the ocean

On a rock rise.

 

In May

We were dropped

 

By helicopter

To tend the lighthouse.

 

And the waves were hounds.

The storm of Dec.

 

Driven the tender insane.

The swells broke through.

 

Swells will.

They will break through life.

 

When do swells stop?

When they stop.

 

Here is the hand

Must feel your fingers

 

Open in it

Like a moth.

 

Set free by fire.

Lay my eyes on you.

 

And see the interiors of your coat pockets.

The rain is lightly.

 

Falling on these windows

Slanting.

 

The ocean is a clock.

Writing you a letter.

 

And if the tide is running.

Maybe it will reach you.

 

God forbid it

Runs you.

 

These are to the lighthouse keepers.

Where in the eye rogue waves

 

Are born.

In mysticism.

 

Directed by the potion

Over the burning rocks

 

At

A

 

Distant my wisdom

Was born.

 

3.

 

O I have seemed to have trembled beyond.

As for comfort.

 

From

These false nations

 

And

These nuclear notebooks.

 

There is a blink

And we are all startled.

 

I would be a fool to prevent dying.

The molecular symbol.

 

I have no branches in the human tree.

Of what I have seen of hearts nothing is heard.

 

In the petition of Sparrows.

 

God be within the speech.

God be within the greedy throne holders.

 

We are sure you will get your wish. We are sure.

But all it is is alone.

 

You shall be cursed  said and done.

From all you had

 

To

None.

 

I stopped looking for you my love.

I stopped.

 

Live and be held.

Then make my way to you,

 

Then. Then.

Is How.

 

The mismanagement of hopes’ mail.

What is fair and what is just

 

Does not seem to

Float towards the specks that will lead to the light.

 

The sun that holds on breath.

That moment when I made it alright for you

 

And you dipped me

Into history.

 

What I cannot improve on.

No is the thought when a dish is clean.

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4.

 

What eyes have been seen through.

The little pins of light under the door.

 

And the message was

My exceptional message.

 

A message not for little girls.

But for the woman I am to tell my way

 

Past the constant talk of life givers

One thing once.

 

I walked down the hall of the hotel.

Before the hedges outside blew and de-leafed.

 

The humiliation of victory.

Very lonely and dead.

 

Occupied.

To you door of death.

 

I do not know what is concise about winnings.

Or this is your defeat.

 

I do not know where the champions camp  but it is easily found.

Champions arrive through a lot of deception.

 

Once in the marketplace.

Ripped to shreds.

 

 

Dallas was on the radio listening to Dearborn.

And the leaves

 

From Dearborn

Are felled.

 

Surplur

On her Tomb.

 

And the bejeweled

Over dyed

 

Lucifer

Troubled by his inner peace.

 

Had not come to lay an

Apple in the gorge of his daughter’s dead face.

 

He said

Someone here must be mistaken.

 

This is not a daughter of anyone.

This is a joke.

 

Stop showing me hood ornaments.

I am a God who has to keep pretending.

 

Shh. Shh.  Demon.

I am running  and laughing and laughing and laughing

 

“Justice has something to do with being mean”.

It smelt.

 

I was in pain last week.

Writing with it

 

The petitions of Sparrows.

In memorandum’s

 

Pink light

Toward the God Space

 

Between the wave

And

 

The break wall.

Be careful what must be heard, said, told

 

Is easily purged.

Embrace God and Embrace All.

 

She could not stand

Her disqualifications.

 

The way they flowed to her

And refused her.

 

I never knew a day she was with human feelings.

Not the devil’s daughter but what gets buried alive.

 

Her damn dead soul

Landed in the Sparrows’ Stool.

 

And the tomb they are building for her in Michigan.

Go to them.

 

Memorandums cells.

Go to hell.

 

5.

 

The wheelers and the dealers

Keep winning.

 

The gold.

The seed of the dealer

 

Will turn the womb cold.

And the soul of a woman’s egg

 

Does not fall

From the egg grave

 

Another criminal

Is

 

Made

God sprays lilacs

 

Into the aerial gymnasts spreading of the legs smell.

And everything is justified.

 

People suffer and they suffer.

For our eyes.

 

And according to the Lady from the Gas Company

The homeless are free loaders.

 

You can have a black president

But a white mint.

 

(Shroud your sacredness if you know what is good for you.)

 

6.

 

I am bended. Art is disappointing.

Semen and egg.

 

Destructive.

 

(You have got to love love love love it baby to do it. To live.)

Carrying your gunny sack of muggy sparrows.

 

I have seen heads without faces.

Bodies without heads.

 

Legs without feet.

Bones without meat.

 

I have a high tolerance.

I was born in war. Many are.

 

God help us for the peace we will never feel.

The sorrow of the witness.

 

My power is in doubt. 


(A tiny selection from the piece. I am editing it on Facebook Notes which is really handy,) Satchel Tate Cornstalk.

The Death of The Dandelions

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“Thomas Galt died at his home in this city Friday night last. . . . from the effects of the Ackerman anti-dipsomania gold cure which he was taking. He was 37. . . . he contracted the drink habit and it so obtained the mastery of him that he was much of the time incapacitated for labor. He was so anxious to break the fetters that enslaved him. . . . that he risked and lost his life. . . . He was a great sufferer through the treatment.”
[11/16, Town]

 

The Death of The Dandelions

 

The skill of the motor.

Needs.

Stepping over your birthday candles.

My initials are what they are.

I saw you puking into your mother’s heart.

I saw you puking into your mother’s heart.

Growing from the cement

A dandelion.

Why do you kill everything?

Growing from the cement.

A Dandelion.

I waited for you birthday candles to go to sleep.

And they will.

When a person dies they take all their garbage with them.

These will soon be my heroic moments in little land.

They are burning bride maids

Outside.

 

 

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{Catherine Street. I drove down it twice in one week.}

O Catherine

If beads of

Sweat

Appear appeared

Over your heart.

I pray they to drown you

In the ocean bed

Of

Sea Sponges.

You should be focused dead.

And not in accession.

 

Things will be peaceful.

Or they will not.

The darkness will lift.

Or the light will die.

We will know what we have

Or lose what we got.

I will merge from dark specimens

Filled with love.

 

I have said

At

21

I was raising a son.

Not running off into a darkness to succumb.

I have had enough of finding the wrong.

Something as soft as a

Dandelion

Is what I am.

The children scrawl their sexual needs on the electric walls of a

Net caught in the whale of an uncaring

Bowel.

 

Underthestar2

 

And God is here.

In the passing faces.

I leave a prayer

In every passing one.

Even a potion.

A potion of God.

Protected in the needles of an urchin.

 

2.

If you sacrifice your life

Then

I

Will forgive you.

A child hold. Tsk. Tsk.

I had not that. 

I was consumed.

By sorrow.

Something bigger than

Sorrow.

My people

Left.

When I was quite young.

One empty blanket.

After another.

I became shy.

One’s ear must be tuned to hear the crowd when it dies.

I was too young.

My drums were still

Developing.

I went deaf from death.

Dandelions in the tabernacle of Death.

I was left soundless

Like a flea in

Goat Hair.

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I went to work

As

Richard Burton’s

Chamber

Maid.

His bedding smelt of cedar and pencils,

And motor engines

From

His

Playboy

Days.

We never bonded

But he would often say to me,

“Why do you stare so?”

 

I brought him

Cake from the poor.

And

Dandelions

Made from

The

Fat of my daughter’s body.

He read  my poems and useto sing them out, quietly.

Blowing them into the air the way a child blows a dandelion.

Drawing them in

Drawing them out.

He, that is your father, will look upon you, gal,

The same as I.

“Why do you stare so?’

 

Because the bleach that I have used to keep your chambers clean

Has aged my hands and fingers.

Because you are a God.

By mistake.

And you will go far away.

And

My hands will heal, Richard.

 

Underthestarbouy

 

This is a sad hour.

(Her accent is so annoying.)

These are sad hours.

I will rise from bed.

A mixture.

Something of wind.

From the time

The ball is thrown.

 Until it

Is met with a glove.

Or earth.

Your witness

A Dandelion

In the March

Of

Winds.

 

3.

My Nation will not kill you. It will deny your species.

The oath is everywhere. Now.

In the houses

Walls

Glass windows

A child hand’s flows out of the window to fly a paper crane.

The oath is in the bones of my children.

Oath cannot be concealed

Anymore.

What would dress this oath?

In the dreams of the horses that

The children dream about.

The path of man.

Can.

Do anything.

These links and pipes were born connected.

As of limbs

Of

Emotions.

O God.

The Limbs of Rage

Out weigh anything I have ever felt.

I left the swimming pool of

Jane. Jane. Jane. Jane,

Evoke the name

To protrude your way.

The Jew will turn on the furnace

For the death

Of

My Children.

And Jane will take your soul.

I promise you.

 

Revenge.

 

 

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Cattle Are My Shelter

 

You shooting at me or them?

As I was walking up the hills with stolen boots of someone’s bad journey.

It is hard to know whose boot them come a from.

I am unaccustomed to the anger among the men.

I am unprepared.

At the table of tides

Where I keep waving him

Bye Bye Bye Bye (Bye).

Summer Weeds

Sea Weeds

Wave their summer winds

Like the legs of girls in ametur porno sonnets.

The North Platte River must be filled with a lot of knee high lace stockings.

By

Now.

Ah the men

Shoot their

Glances.

And their women

Wait

For

Their

Chances.

To kill me down.

But

The cattle are my shelter.

 

Molested at the balconey’s backstage.

As the head of my

Blood father

Paced unknowingly

Below me.

The man that made me could not save me and we were

What

A tall man’s distance from each other.

Odd thing

Out on the range the ranger, I have a feelin, might shoot me by accident

That is

If he is a shooter.

I have been painting the underbellies

Where the cattle are my shelter.

 

I am a child of the turning book.

Faces edited in the falling rain.

Cars looking like comma on the red bridge as it swayed.

I am a child of a particular love

I am a child of a particular pain.

Stain me I will pull you into the bible being a man you should know how to behave

In matters like these.

And though nothing serves me

Well

Or long enough.

I met every brilliant one before they died.

And let them hide their secrets

within me.

For I could see her bloom onto the Parkinson

As the brown irises

Wait for

My return.

The meat packers

Listen for my songs

With red rubber aprons on.

I shall not wait

In pain.

I shall not wait

In crossfire.

I shall not wait

As hostage.

I shall not wait

In hunger.

I shall not wait

In the ear of anyone.

I shall return

Where the cattle are my shelter.

 

Wet cotton fields

As my tribe

Shot out arrows.

Rebuking the mixture.

A rainbow renamed.

Above

In the super night.

It was cold and the blankets the boy from the East brought

Were not warm enough.

But the cattle were my shelter.

 

My God.

You died in pieces.

As brilliant balloons

Set free

At the gravesite

Of a child

Not meant to be.

Do not be childish

For these are not the times of children.

Be bold.

Be bold.

As Jane died.

For so many

Many will

Die

For her.

Be bold.

And if to occupy

Then to die.

You must be willing to enter into the uncanny.

Enter this with me.

Enter this as a friend.

All the skies are governed.

Above my chaise lounge

Malcolm X

In a torn magazine page.

Bold

Where the cattle are my shelter.

 

Be careful the children of maids

Can own the mansion

And make you into the slave.

I worry about starvation.

I worry about the cold on Christmas Eve.

I worry about not moving forward.

The man you work for will barely notice your need.

Trust me a thousand times about that.

I ate his production of dried samon skin

And

Watched him lose his beauty rest in his money he made from our hard work.

Ahi blood in the shoes.

I ran for warmth

Where the cattle are my shelter.

 

 

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 SHLD      

announced today a definitive agreement for the sale of eleven Sears full line store locations to General Growth Properties for a purchase price of $270 million. The transaction is expected to close in the next 45 to 60 days, subject to customary closing conditions.

Each of the Sears stores is part of an existing General Growth property. The transaction includes the list of owned and leased stores listed below.

 

 

1450 ALA MOANA BLVD

 

Honolulu

 

HI

 

Leased

 

1481 CORAL RIDGE AVE

 

Coralville

 

IA

 

Owned

 

1201 LAKE WOODLANDS

 

The Woodlands

 

TX

 

Owned

 

20 BELLIS FAIR PKWY

 

Bellingham

 

WA

 

Leased

 

1751 MADISON AVE

 

Council Bluffs

 

IA

 

Leased

 

9405 W COLONIAL DR

 

Ocoee

 

FL

Owned

1001 APACHE MALL

Rochester

MN

Leased

2000 N NEIL ST

Champaign

IL

Leased

6191 S STATE ST STE 300

Murray

UT

Owned

2501 W MEMORIAL RD

Oklahoma City

OK

Owned

1200 TOWNE CENTRE BLVD

Provo

UT

Owned

 

 

 

 

 

The stores will continue to operate as Sears locations into 2013 with final closing dates to be determined and announced later this year.

About Sears Holdings Corporation

Sears Holdings Corporation is one of the largest broadline retailers with over 4,000 full-line and specialty retail stores in the United States and Canada. Sears Holdings is the leading home appliance retailer as well as a leader in tools, lawn and garden, consumer electronics and automotive repair and maintenance. Sears Holdings is the 2011 ENERGY STAR® Retail Partner of the Year. Key proprietary brands include Kenmore, Craftsman and DieHard, and a broad apparel offering, including such well-known labels as Lands' End, Jaclyn Smith and Joe Boxer, as well as the Apostrophe and Covington brands. It also has the Country Living collection, which is offered by Sears and Kmart. We are the nation's largest provider of home services, with more than 11 million service calls made annually. Sears Holdings Corporation operates through its subsidiaries, including

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Just about anything EXCEPT country and western or rap. Favourites include The Beatles (naturally), Mungo Jerry, Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel 50's + 60's rock and roll (Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly etc), Cat Stevens, Joan Armatrading, Lead Belly, Blackmore's Night, Mediaeval Babes, Mozart, Bach, Debussey, etc etc etc

 

I don't like horror and gore - it gives me nightmares and I'm not keen on gratuitous sex or violence in movies - it's OK in real life though he-he. Those hand held camera films like Blair Witch Project make me sea-sick (honest) so I will never go to one again!. I find martial arts films just boring..... the worst film I have ever seen was 'The amazing One-Armed Boxer Swordsman' I do though like dramas,

mysteries, historical, war, some science fiction and I'm a bit of a softee so a romance always goes down well (but not those soppy 'romantic comedy' things like Four Weddings etc. Of course, most of the best films are in black and white. My favourite genre though is comedy, I love a good laugh. Favourites include: Anything with Laurel & Hardy It's A mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World Trains

, Planes and Automobiles Brief Encounter Gone With The Wind ZULU Schindler's List West Side Story Anything by Hitchcock Naked Gun and lots more Favourites include

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not a great telly fan these days... currently enjoying: Heroes The Apprentice Lost, Lost and more Lost - I can't get enough of it but what the hell is going on? Previously enjoyed: Still Game Dad's Army Harry's Game and most of the BBC's historical adaptations of Jane Austen, Dickens etc

Television

 

 

Books

Just about anything.... I am a memebr of The Broken Spines reading group which meets in Lancaster every month for book discussion and a few laughs. Also a keen bookcrosser ---- people who give books away to strangers by leaving them in random places to be found or 'caught' as we call it. Fond of: Stephen King Dean Koontz C J Sansom Jasper Fforde Ben Elton and many, many more

Heroes

Albert Einstien Leonardo Da Vinci Winston Churchill Margaret Thatcher John Lennon Sir Allan Sugar Emilly Pankhurst Manet and Monet Florence Nightingale In other words anyone who wants to do some good for the world and doesn't mind if they upset people doing it. ....and Admiral Horatio Nelson (who may have been an ancestor of mine but I have never been able to go back more than three generations).

There you have it, girl child. Your toxicity hits everyone.

You called the Devil your father.

Why would something be so important want to create you? Why Why?
You are the plumbing.

You make me sick.

Be sure of your deadly dreams.

 

Cattleismyshelter9

I say I forgive

But I know that is not clear.

I say I may forgive.

What matters?

Not whether I forgive or not.

My antlers are sharp and honed.

Not a huge thing, hunters pass me by.

But.

I am about this permission this large opening in the heart or sky that means

Who must leave and who must arrive.

Psalm prayer parable the prince of heaven

And

Then did send to the great leak in everyone’s heart.

Life is life.

Life is without.

I have chosen the cattle as my shelter.

 

Relive this for me

 

Genre: Indie / Jam Band / Rock

Location Ontario, CA

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i'm not afraid to wear pink. i am afraid of dying alone.

Cattleismyshelteroddman

The Appetites.

Dangerous in the Lunacy of the Human Mind.

Countries in the Junctions.

(My future husband died

In Dallas.)

Mysticism, Science

&

Inflicting that.

My nerves have been tender from time to time.

All the beds are speaking.

Open beds.

Come to me.

And

Women willingly occuy them.

My shadows

Below

Your Windows

Are

The

Bones

In

The

Cabin.

The


Snows

Of

Harland Ranch.

Eating Cherries and Apricots.

Hidden with luck

In Edmonton

In her

Tee Pee.

I was the only friend her age she ever made.

I was told she killed herself

After living with a boyfriend in an apartment

Trying to make a go.

I do not repeat

Reknowning.

Let the dead rest in their contention.

The husky breath

Where cattle are my shelter.

2.

You are a dada doll.

Living mostly

Smote.

But not from the underground.

They wouldnot have you.

How gracious you become when you sense

Someone may run from you.

Ivory Ball.

Accompanies

My

Brain in Tension.

The weapon was something

Made of Iran Steel.

The refrigerator door opens

And what can-

Pass for flying

Children in tornadoes

Falls

Out

Of the shelves.

From

The Burning Mommy.

I swung from the monkey

Pods

Way over the puddles

Of death cakes and tides.

I am a decent human

Being.

Where cattle are my shelter.

 

Talking like Custer.

Chewing on Cloves.

Sleeping like a dead soldier

With a Buffalo tooth surrounds her neck.

So. This blessing will not take place.

Hello my peers.

Dears.

You are growing old with me.

I am so free. So free to breathe.

I am happy as I age.

A baby A child

A young woman.

Was too hard for me

This is easier.

I watch the veins receive the blood.

And it was Love.

And it was Life.

And I lifting above the calendar that is my body.

A rancher offered me water from his palms.

His sweat lactating from his life lines.

Where cattle is my shelter.

 

I was alittle girl.

I could hurt no one.

Why did you make so much out of what you felt.

What possible threat could I have been?

You could have seen what.

My God.

My lips are shut but they tremble.

There is a similarity

To abuse.

The thought is: If I served I did not hard.

The slaughterhouse daughter is out whoring tonight.

But I am bright

And

In love with my lived life.

I lifted off the ground but just for a tiny time.

My witness

Where the cattle are my shelter.

Apinkwrappersignedanddone1

It takes a lot to shed poverty.

And watch out for the dangerous helping hand.

What fed me

Raped me.

(That there is a really true statement.)

He was a war veteran I meet in the church basement

After Sunday service

For pancake breakfast.

The prairie had trained his stare.

We useto run

We ran and We ran

Down the road

Crying our gutts out

Heading towards the little lights of Ord.

Escort us God. Escort us.

To the prisons where we may rest off our imprisonments.

To be in pain

To ask to cause pain.

To survive takes great magic.

Juggling is skill and love.

But I am no juggler.

I sketched onto the under bellies

Of the bovine.

Cattle are my shelter.

Cattleismyshelternotdonetet

This is about my heart.

And why I need you out of it.

It is so violent in the church of you.

It has been a long time since I have seen mountains.

This is about my heart

And the plays

In the sociopath

Reaction

Forced

Upon me concerning you.

It is never easy

Leaving

A

Distortion.

(The arch is never disguised.)

Embrace my powers despite the rain under my bed.

This is about my heart.

And the ways to keep

It

Safe

And

Above the water level.

This is about my heart.

The rivers bark they bark the loudest

At the swollen banks.

(A man I thought was pure was not.

The mentally ill can have fun with me sometimes.)

Mama Mama

You are with me.

I love you.

And felt is your name

In the underbelly.

Where the cattle are my shelter.

 

 

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Music

 

 

 

Just about anything EXCEPT country and western or rap. Favourites include The Beatles (naturally), Mungo Jerry, Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel 50's + 60's rock and roll (Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly etc), Cat Stevens, Joan Armatrading, Lead Belly, Blackmore's Night, Mediaeval Babes, Mozart, Bach, Debussey, etc etc etc

Movies

I don't like horror and gore - it gives me nightmares and I'm not keen on gratuitous sex or violence in movies - it's OK in real life though he-he. Those hand held camera films like Blair Witch Project make me sea-sick (honest) so I will never go to one again!. I find martial arts films just boring..... the worst film I have ever seen was 'The amazing One-Armed Boxer Swordsman' I do though like dramas,

mysteries, historical, war, some science fiction and I'm a bit of a softee so a romance always goes down well (but not those soppy 'romantic comedy' things like Four Weddings etc. Of course, most of the best films are in black and white. My favourite genre though is comedy, I love a good laugh. Favourites include: Anything with Laurel & Hardy It's A mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World Trains

, Planes and Automobiles Brief Encounter Gone With The Wind ZULU Schindler's List West Side Story Anything by Hitchcock Naked Gun and lots more Favourites include

Television

 

 

 

Not a great telly fan these days... currently enjoying: Heroes The Apprentice Lost, Lost and more Lost - I can't get enough of it but what the hell is going on? Previously enjoyed: Still Game Dad's Army Harry's Game and most of the BBC's historical adaptations of Jane Austen, Dickens etc

Books

Just about anything.... I am a memebr of The Broken Spines reading group which meets in Lancaster every month for book discussion and a few laughs. Also a keen bookcrosser ---- people who give books away to strangers by leaving them in random places to be found or 'caught' as we call it. Fond of: Stephen King Dean Koontz C J Sansom Jasper Fforde Ben Elton and many, many more

Heroes

Albert Einstien Leonardo Da Vinci Winston Churchill Margaret Thatcher John Lennon Sir Allan Sugar Emilly Pankhurst Manet and Monet Florence Nightingale In other words anyone who wants to do some good for the world and doesn't mind if they upset people doing it. ....and Admiral Horatio Nelson (who may have been an ancestor of mine but I have never been able to go back more than three generations).

There you have it, girl child. Your toxicity hits everyone.

You called the Devil your father.

Why would something be so important want to create you? Why Why?
You are the plumbing.

You make me sick.

Be sure of your deadly dreams.

 

I say I forgive

But I know that is not clear.

I say I may forgive.

What matters?

Not whether I forgive or not.

My antlers are sharp and honed.

Not a huge thing, hunters pass me by.

But.

I am about this permission this large opening in the heart or sky that means

Who must leave and who must arrive.

Psalm prayer parable the prince of heaven

And

Then did send to the great leak in everyone’s heart.

Life is life.

Life is without.

I have chosen the cattle as my shelter.

 

Relive my life. Drop me into the

Jesuit Coma

Called

Christ.

 

 

 

Arainpondback2

Generations of Damn

Thegenerationofthedamnedonewithnodarkness
"Tramps who were refused food at the home of John Ovenbeck in the town of Friendship, Winnebego County, entered the barn at night and cut the throats of 3 cows, which bled to death. A card attached to the horns of one bore the following message: ‘Remember us when we call for something to eat again’”
[9/21, State]

 

Generations of Damn

 

The words you long to hear

Will not be near.

The gates to the buried jewerls

Will remain unopened.

The stone benches on the side of streets

Will be stripped of sleepers

Or any drifter

One meets.

The songs of a great country

Will feed no one.

What governs now

Will live in the pastures of heaven’s slums.

 


All the generations are damned.

 

The heads carved into rocks

Will rot away.

The tides from A and P

Will overcome the shore

And flood the cities.

The mattresses of our souls

Will never soften.

We all do things for money from placenta to warm coffin.

Once someone is dead.

They are forgotten.

 

All the generations are damned.

 

What is rich

Will become poor.

What is poor

Can never mature in poverty.

You can curse me, you have cursed me,

How many times.

But it is in my hands

You will be dying.

The body meat

Is  a tramp in the street

Our eyes meet

And

Nothing more.

 

All the generations are damned.

 

Everything is talk talk talk.

Dressed in black tatters

Of elegant

Hash.

The rampage in the fields

Are singhed

In the

Voodoo trails of Cornstalk.

Inheriting the pledge

Of

Plagues.

I look at the nations

And

Signal

Toward

The incoming

Grey.

All must be washed

And

Left to float

Away.

 

All generations are damned.

 

Man inhabits man.

And

Now

In the fallen spot.

What is a century is a year.

The dark feel has appeared.

Come to take all away

With rings of rhodium

And

Drowned skin.

I lived beside a hollow child until I realized she was alive.

I cast a spell of worms to her

And kicked the habit bye.

If it is any indication

Of the path most have taken.

 

All generations are damned.

 

I do not shed more tears.

All of this and yours

Will one day come down.

All doors will become

Walls.

All rooms will become

Tombs.

When the flower

Of the

Black Orchid

Blooms

From

My grandchild’s hands.


All generations are damned.

 

I have the soil

Of

The pentagram.

Born to plantation

Washed by black rain

Against the rust of the washing board.

I heard a woman scream out at night

But I was still a baby.

I am the daughter of a trader

And

I am the daughter of a traded.

In the ash mark of warrior

I have kissed.

 

All generations are damned.

 

No swimmer will be saved in the clouds of the oceans.

The Seas of Gardenia.

Where the darkest music is played.

The future is a closed beak.

The fire of man

Speaks

Upon his own.

The broken compassion is lost in the snow storm

Never mind the goodbye.

Find the funding man

And

Walk towards him.

 

All the generations are damned.

2.

Math is death.

And so we are blessed.

His breath is so fast it whistles in this wind.

All men are guesses.

Some events.

The motion and movement

Of events do not warrant survival.

All life proves is ventilation.

Infiintiy is not life,

It has a legacy of its own.

I am in a negotiation at all times

Dying to die.

The subject matter is an established partner.

My process.

Nothing is colossal

Unless

You

Want

Colossal.

Step away

I have to lead

I have to lead

Them.

 

All generations are damned.

 

I have good reasons for this confrontation.

I have great reasons.

They have come to my door

To be saved.

Save them with me.

 

All generations are damned.

 

You will not be adjudged insane.

You will not be mistreated by the ones you love.

You will not be preformed upon by believers.

You will not be followed by threats.

You will not be ashamed.

 

All generations are damned.

 

The maniacal bird seed

Fought for

In the bird house.

(I have not been alone for years.

Because people were money

And I needed money.)  harvested from the bigger piece.

Satchel Cornstalk.

 

Agermanfireshowerbody4done-1

 

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