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Thedressforthesongofimmolation

American commitment.

The genocide thrives.

The sick

So very

Their urine does not smell.

The poor

So very

Eat gassy barley

Van Gogh's Potato Eaters.

Climax of the dying light.

In mahogany tones

Smeared into the cupboards of the fed-less.

Flatulence near the full set of teeth

The American

Eating the genitalia of the children of progress.

The Poor

The Sick

Appalachian is Sunnyville.

Is Crescent City.

Is Norristown.

Is San Clemente.

Is Willmette.

Is and has always been John's Fresno.

Sickly citric deficiencies

Old boots

Molding and causing infants to bleed from their lungs.

Black babies always the first to go

Like Buffalos.

Sick with their history.

The anti-abortion killers

Are men in plaid and creased jeans

In running shoes

Named after invicible jocks.

Gunning down

Doctors and employees of clinics

White against White.

Have you ever seen them fight for a dark baby's life?

 

And television so vintage

It becomes mucus

Slugs.

Home Ec. femmes

Reading teleprompter

Bobbiligook phantom garbage.

Holding the new baby photo.

Delivering news of mass death of Refugees

Through melon lipstick.

Smarter ones

Jettisoned to feed

And

Pat Robinson whispering during commericals

"Nothing about right to life, ok."

G-Force

Decisions

By mutual parties.

Liberal

Voices

So full of hatred and vanity.

And Cesar Chavez's stories.

Ticked off the parade.

The American Trench coat

The creepy sadness of political people

Drunk and married

On another crusade for power

The American Genocide debate

Was years ago.

War Vets weakened immunities in spirit and body.

Concerto grosso

The hacks of Iraqian Syrian Iranian children

Who will grow up

With sanctions and IEDs.

The pilot drop

Of Metal and Ruin

Taking flight and becoming the Star of Bethlehem.

Voices in the eyeball colour

Of the middle east.

As civilians died and fried.

American bacon style.

Who is the luckiest man in Washington D.C. ?

 

Untitledboy2

 

 

And remember

You did not see this.

Children

Dying horrible deaths.

We are Americans more than we have ever been.

Throwing

The widow her curve ball.

Throwing

The cross

Into the Spines of the immigrant.

Into the Spines of the mentally ill.

(That bothersome bad breath.)

We as Americans honor what?

We are being bordered out of countries.

And

The American spit in your face afternoon showdown.

The Starvation

The Poverty

The American fear of death.

The white picket fence

Hides nothing

Not even the torture we committed.

A nation of runts.

India had Ghandi in their vaults.

Switzerland had and has and will forever have

Jewish blood

In their vaults.

Eramus neutrality.

And the infidels.

And the incestous.

The Americans.

What of their vaults.

The New Guinea Bouganville incident.

The Albanian pyramid scheme.

The lost L. Kabila Congo

The Bin Laden Juice.

Human ruins

Ought never

Board a freight train.

Boxcars

Of

Bones.

Drumsticks

War Rattlers

For greedy rulers.

The mercenary traveler

Carrying postcards of mass graves

And

Raped baby piles.

Money for bodies bodies for money.

For mercenary ecclesiasticism.

GRACE-say it in French.

GRACE.

How many times do we have to go back to the Hague?

Furniture and broken lives

The NIS NIH lying lying

Dead AIDS' GENIUS

Bestowing the art of truth

In trunks of safe passage.

Grabbing onto the ashes of artistic saints

Who throw up when asked to come back.

Between the natural order of things and the natural order of

Things

Picasso is back.

One world currency one owner.

One asthetic.

Smeared fecal matter on rich bought organs.

The plastic chair

Now

The universal chair.

Like a good man in a dental chair.

Zumaintheshieldone-1

And the infidels.

The Americans.

What are we to do with the continual history

We make.

We who

When we know something

Know it so quickly.

We who

Invented our discovery.

We who

Gave equal acesss a DNA code.

We who

Leave guitar picks on the graves of our dead children.

We who

Drink the beer of Kings on the graves of our dead children.

America's new meeting grounds

These cementaries.

Slang

Anger

Loss

Equality Inequality.

Guilt.

The love of consciousness.

The light of The day.

Our eyes

Sad and bowed

The violinist quit his job.

Will we keep each other alive?

Even in this sustained decorum of abuse.

Will we keep each other alive?

Only if nothing approaches

The doors

Of our phobias.

Will we keep each other alive?

Only if we share.

It is not ingrained in our boundaries to share.

But while we decide what our boundaries are

People

Will

Die.

 

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And here we are.

American.

Utterly destroyed.

Plenty and nothing.

The miserable and the beautiful.

The immoral justice of the courts

Is the sentenced of the poor.

Purple mountains of majesties

Strip mined

Nothing but debris.

We have finally come to it.

The fanaticism of the World

Is the fanaticism of our country.

What we sought to exclude

We became.

I ly

Like every frozen corpse.

I stand

Like every living soul.

And so do you.

Our lids twitch.

The switch got close

With Kevorkian's fumes.

Annoyances.

Survival eats survival.

The dinner table is set.

With plastic food.

My childhood dollhouse come to life.

The reason

I buried all three stories of it

Under the house.

Your generation

My generation

Open rib cages

Rotting.

The lonely tobacco smell

Of Mark Platt's City of the Dead.

Human quest is unforgivable.

And

Of course

The dawning is this

Tuberculin cries

Of a baby in the weeds next to its dead mother.

The mixing caricatures

The stuffed heads

The amenities of fools.

The ship is coming into the station.

The train is coming into the harbour.

Filled

With the treble clef

Of disbelonging.

 

 

 

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And here we are American.

Dim.

Insensitive.

Arrogant.

Judgmental.

And crazy.

Still alive.

Each little finger.

Still alive.

The memory of slavery.

Still alive.

The destruction and death of Indian tribes.

Still alive.

Building prisons.

Still alive.

The court proceedings of racism.

Still alive.

Drinking tea

In the name of the savior

Still alive.

 

 

 

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My heart is up to my mouth

My lips.

What lies between you and me

Does not exist.

The light is on in the ruins.

The Republic.

A Nation of broken treaties.

Skull faced factories on the train ride into Philadelphia.

The empty back of the workers

Stealing night

To carve deeper into the bell.

The end

Is a tossing and turning.

A hum sound.

Squeezing every ounce of electrical force from the dams.

And we the damned

Of the damned

For the damned.

Cool ourselves in the fading light.

Our bribery has met us.

Our rain destroying jungle floors.

It is thick business

Searching for Kevin Carter's lost lens.

Searching for horrible truths.

It is thick business

Being an American.

 

 

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I am Native American.

Slit wrist

Veins like fallent trees.

Expatriate

In a soulful exile.

I am what you asked me to be.

What I pledged

My allegiance to

On the plantations.

Mercilessness roots

At the edges of the world.

I have inherited your beauty.

And your ugliness.

My soul is large for you.

I carry a catheter bag of pee

To the church potluck.

I am the offspiring in awe.

I know

The bones in the casket

Sleeping underneath

The draped American flag

May not belong to the family name.

You tryed.

All of your future mothers

Lined up in the high school gymnasium

For the Rubella shot.

You tryed.

Cheese

Peanut butter

Milk

EBT

Section Eight.

You tryed.

My mother pregnant and feverish with polio.

Almost rescued.

You tryed.

Your babies should be strong

Your elderly should be filled with wisdom.

Your youth should be creative visionaries.

You tryed.

The ingenuity of apologies.

To some degree of sucess

You lessened suffering.

We should be a tender country.

 

 

Agermanfireshowerbody4done-1

 

 

 

 

I am meeting you

Spine to spine.

Both you and I

Have endured our personal tragedies.

We have laughed and we have wept.

 

 

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I am living as I was sent.

I am living longer than I dreamt.

I am living as I came

And as I went.

An American.

 

 

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*

Sing when my singing is finished.

My death is imminent.The frozen hunters

Chant in blue seal ink

Along Drake's Passage. A thing to behold

Was buried deep below the cane. A city built over that

Another Mongol's Grave.

Come whether you want. I am teaching myself the sacrament

Of Sacrifice.

 

The American Self Immolation.

 

 

(In Memory of Andy Irons)

 

 

 

Ayellowstaringtotheeast223

 

(N. I am going to need help digging out. Hurry. Satchel.)

 

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Sun, 04 Nov 2012 10:56:00 -0800 The Exodus of Clemence ( Woman of the Apocalypse 11:19) http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-exodus-of-clemence-woman-of-the-apocalyps-69030 http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-exodus-of-clemence-woman-of-the-apocalyps-69030

Ofishdaydone4

(This manipulation makes me feel my hurt. I did not think I could do that so fast, a few hours. I came really close to how hard it is to be alive in hues and times like these.  This is the most Polynesian I have come to feeling Polynesian.)

 

O. Clemence. O.

I came to you for help.

You.

Lied to me.

My breakwalls did not leak

Abiding planets hatching in the Salt Quarry.

Smolten

Soul.

In the military locket

Where an eye docked.

I lost my father in the Natatorium.

I clasped the cast iron gates to see him one time yet.

I was born onto the moon not the sun.

And so becomes.

Illumination gets one.

Eradication gets none.

I laboured two days for my son.

He was born in a crowd. 12 28 29.

My wings

Divine Chemistry.

 

Ofishdayfacedone2

 

Part New

O. Clemence. O.

To do this is frightening.

Mercy has money sniffing dogs.

I saw the head cutter miles up.

By standing on the pale stone walls of the canal

With an errection.

I waited for the

Artic Wave.

Bug

Swarm Swollen lips.

We are never too late to love a man.

I have loved a man.

O. Clemence. O.

Set your Snakes and Butterflies free.

You would be so proud of me

I have been kept by the wicked food in Hemingway's bread.

(I hate womanizers. They have a body odor that is of a cheapness.

Men lose something when they stay married. Much more than what women lose.)

Spoken of by the Lobotomist

And his loyal Lobotomys.

Separation Ribs.

They squeezed my heart.

Like rapists.

What washes up on the shore I am sure is what does not wash up on the shore

That

Is waited for.

The elephants are dead in the Cairo Bedlam.

Opiates in the Ivory.

 

Zumasecretportdone

 


O. Clemence. O.

We done sing by the rivers and the shores

Who is one

To find above?

Libraries in the Blues of Christ.

The eggs were blue.

We slept like

Snuffed candles.

O. Clemence. O.

And man was using a saw a sander a paint brush of cherry resin from the China Trains.

As I bared my breast

To pull the growing seaweed from the holes in my nipples.

Do not worry about the distance.

It can be travelled.

My love is in the miles.

Love is in the miles.

Milk and Miles.

My Love.

That is all it takes.

My Love.

 

Theeveningofgodbryaninspiredone

 

 

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Kadosh Synopsis

Set in the Mea Sherim quarter of Jerusalem, an enclave of the ultra-Orthodox, KADOSH explores a hermetic world almost never seen on the screen. Here, for ten years, the pious Rivka has devoted herself to her husband Meir, but their marriage remains childless. Presumed barren, she is rejected by her community, which prizes children above all else. The story that follows relates the harrowing fate of Rivka, and also here beloved sister Malka, in love with a young man who has fled the community to lead a secular life.

A huge box office hit in Europe, acclaimed at film festivals in Cannes, Toronto, New Delhi and Tokyo, KADOSH is both a powerful drama and an impassioned feminist polemic. As religious fundamentalism achieves new political significance in many countries around the world, the questions at the heart of Gitai's compelling drama resonate far beyond the borders of Israel.

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Fri, 26 Oct 2012 07:00:00 -0700 The Exodus of Clemence (WJArmold) http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-exodus-of-clemence-wjarmold http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-exodus-of-clemence-wjarmold

Formarkfoomothmandone

 

O. Clemence. O.

They are everywhere.

 

And they do not communicate

Abstractly.

 

Consuming what it is I am listening to

God.

 

 

The End is a reception

Of 

 

Broken Uncomfortableness.

Clock Journals.

 

The cruelest sound I heard

Was my own voice

 

Making decisions

For myself.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I could go I could go

 

If

I let myself.

 

Through the branches of leaves

Pass the waving flags

 

And the broken windows

Of angels.

 

Carrying these worms of mistalkes

Above the lit towns.

 

That grew and then did

Growing.

 

I am going home soon.

Devils or yapping women.

 

I am going home soon.

Nothing got born

 

To replace

This French Silence.

 

Uponaball

 

O. Clemence. O.

Dry the vaults of my body.

 

The air coral

Is rain there.

 

I saw a light appear at the point.

A ball of white light life.

 

O. Clemence. O.

If one can survive.

 

One can be saved.

I shall fall or be called.

 

Will you please come and get me?

I am wearing my famous black skirt.

 

Parachute for Solar Systems.

I invent.

 

Life is a way to find a way

Not to collaspe the main event.

 

Is there something I forgot

When I brought myself to obvilion.

 

 

 

Nowitishere6

 

O. Clemence. O.

The Bell is not in our hearts anymore.

 

In our prisons.

In our exquiste stolen dream lands.

 

I have found nothing defended.

And is the sea golden or broken.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The sea's water

 

Has turned to ivory.

And you

 

Ly

In

 

It

Like a child in a cherry bowl.

 

I was crushed to pieces

By a dynamic piece.

 

What is broken

Breaks

 

Something else.

And co-figured.

 

War 2 War.

Is fighting itself in mirrors.

 

You want what? Dear?

In your bandage wrap.

 

I became

Addicted to wraps.

 

And how faded faded faded faded faded this family has become.

Silk milk.

 

Falling through

The metal of men.

 

A tremendous amount

Will let you

 

As J. Says,

"Crap off".

 

Formarkfoothebombingguydone

 

 

Part 2

 

O. Clemence. O.

The night rooms are filled

 

With soap stains.

And fallen bare chested sweating men.

 

And the dirty swimming pools

With the lonely pool light on

 

Through the quvier of morning mourning 

And the prayers of evening.

 

Still on.

In the frozen winters.

 

In summers'

Slums.

 

Filled with our women

Floating face up.

 

 

Drowned by earth's air.

You did not carry us.

 

You did not carry us.

You could have carried us.

 

Through the losses

Of familes farms furniture futures fathers finances 

 

The

American hand.

 

Believe in us.

For Christ's sake

 

Believe in us.

All summer they threw women and children

 

To the

Thunders.

 

Re-voiced

On earth.

 

Consumed by

Man's devil heart.

 

My-Theirs

Heart fell apart in the Devil's Dark.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

Make Movement Mean More.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Another lot of

 

Sand Men

Falling in

 

The Jesus lands.

The Bells of Belquis.

 

Floating Clarity.

One strand of gold stripped from the Star Stone.

 

A belt of flesh.

Bundle of Almonds.

 

Life and my demonstrative Voodoo.

I have given and stolen teeth structures.

 

(The truth is they walked all over me. This is the truth. My heart was broken.My body was broken. And they still walked all over me. But I went to my Faith and my Poison.I was Gulliver in the tragic. Cadmean victory in my ash stained eyes. There is tissue damage by now.)

 

Formarkfoonestboydone

 

O. Clemence. O.

There is so much at stake.

 

A Ton-Ton Nation.

They cannot keep having what they are having.

 

Not to the recordings.

Not to the recordings of my hands.

 

 

Release it.

Release it.

 

Bundle your fatal moments.

Do you want to collect your dew 

 

From my fingers.

Barrier.

 

Cling Nation.

The more they pretend 

 

Eternities.

The more I distance myself from them.

 

Daily

Death.

 

Foramoundwithball

 

New Part

 

O. Clemence. O.

The Columns of Hastings.

 

In the morning man

In the way I could not sleep on Fell Street.

 

O. Clemence. O.

He did not make my life real.

 

He created a massacre

That is not real.

 

If innocence dies

Killed off

 

Forced into exile

Or

 

Lining the dug earth

If this happens.

 

The light

That devotes

 

Will go

Out.

 

This is not a metronome

Lives are not a rusting

 

To kill is  kill.

There is no vacation.

 

Formarkfooreflections2

 

Innoculation.

Vaccination.

 

Re-motion.

Does not happen on our earth.

 

The earth lines.

They can meet the divine. Mind.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I shall be power in thee.

 

Flee and freed

I will count the called.

 

The chosen can go home and sleep longer.

Luck is Luck.

 

Mycollectionofdeadmen

 

Part New

 

O. Clemence. O.

The haze

 

Asks

Me into the haze.

 

The fading

And you must ask yourself

 

How do I remove myself?

I useto ask to dance

 

Angels 

Nervous

 

And

Clutching their mothers.

 

I went to the witch.

I sent myself as witch mail.

 

And they gave me

Protection.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Then the Witch War Broke Out.

 

Over

Their bread

 

The prayer over the Lamb Lord

The prayer over the Money Lord

 

The prayer over the Prayer Lord.

The prayer over Rain

 

That

Is

 

The Psalms of Lungs.

Tissue thy Lord not in display bottles.

 

Winorkill14

 

Kevin Foster

Helped me carry

 

Chris Stevens

Through the Haze Garden

 

I knelt over his bruised eternity in the fold of a dusty accordian.

Who I am is who I dare.

 

I breathed into his eye spots.

And Kevin

 

Gave him the heart of his camera.

The subject is Dark Blue.

 

Somebody is who is who thinks he will not have to be naked and dragged.

It will happen to. ALL.

 

In the unbreakable father and mother of my reservation.

Into our gardens of fire flowers.

 

He sat up and begun:

This. You. Are not a Nation of Sex.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Drugs.

This. You. Are not a Nation of Disrespect.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Murder.

This. You. Are not a Nation of Abduction.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Male Kings.

This. You. Are not a Nation of Uneven Love.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Mocked Labour.

This. You. Are not a Nation of  Devoured Vision.

 

This. You. Are not seeing what the vision sees.

So.

 

See

Nothing

 

Then.

You.

 

Are.

Married.

 

To

The.

 

End.

Of ENDS. S. S. S.S. S. S. S.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

I saw my husband on film yesterday.

 

I had sewn him into my burned scar

And

 

He had sewn me into his foreskin.

The lights on the Christmas Berries were on in the connection.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I saw my husband in countless films yesterday.

 

He had become older in the game.

His business is Games.

 

Maybe

It is the

 

Game of all Games.

All.

 

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All of us are so badly lost

We dream in storms.

 

In 

The

 

Cargo

Bay

 

Built 

By

 

Hogs.

And.

 

Human Hearts in Scarecrows.

A field of fuel 

 

For

This kind of

 

Biological weapon that protends

Death.

 

Let me sleep.

For I have harvested my husband from his game.

 

For the last fatal time.

He must make the most of it.

 

Formarkfooselfportraitdone

 

O. Clemence. O.

I.

 

In.

The

 

Equanimity of Joy. Warm in fever's rainbow.

The bread is browning under my eyes. 

 

For my mystery

To radiation me.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The World The World The World The World

 

Must start the talks with Death.

It is what fuels any form of violence.

 

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Do not be afraid.

I am the saleswoman for it.

 

I have loved and loved and loved and loved.

I have loved deeply what the sea has brought me.

 

What is dead What breathes.

 As I dieThen

 

ThenThen

ThenThen

 

Onthewall3

 

I will love everyone.

Ainthewaterblackandwhitedone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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PORTLOCK (HawaiiNewsNow) -

A visitor from California died on Saturday after being found floating face down in the area known as "Spitting Caves" near Portlock.

On Sunday, authorities identified the victim as 27-year-old Daniel Lowe of Modesto, California.

A Honolulu Fire Department spokesman said the Lowe was with a group of people when he jumped into the water at just before 3:45 p.m., then could not get back up the cliff. He was reportedly found between 25-35 yards offshore.

The man was taken to the hospital in critical condition, where he later died.

We will have more information on this developing story as it becomes available.

Copyright 2012 Hawaii News Now. All rights reserved.

 

I call this Bay the Bay of Blood. I am not on that side of the island right now. But seeing the conditions rise overnight here on the Northern Side of the Island.
The Bay of Blood is a place that my family will not step into. It was a Hawaiian fishing village and then over run by a Captain. There are alot of stories about that place.
I am not going to tell them.
I hope the young man's family is able to wrap their heads around their loved one's death. And I wish the young man a beautiful journey home.
The drownings in this Bay of Blood are grouped and happen in various years. There will be none and then there will be many.
There is a rounding current, if you let the current take you out it will swoop the Bay of Blood and wash you up about 10 minutes from Spitting Caves or China Walls.
But if you are getting slammed by the waves into the rocks or not able to go with the current which is hard to let into. You can panic. The rocks rear up and look like cows laying sideways.
I do not know what happened to this man. But I do know this. It is a sign.
Advert your eyes. More will come.
And this is not my home but the Bay of Blood is well known. It moves in cycles. 

I was at Waimea the other day and I took photos of the point and I swear, I swear, I have an apparition in one of the photos that did not reveal itself until I clicked on the wrong button and made it a desktop photo and then I bloody saw it. And it is angelic but I will not say . I am going to use it in Exodus of Clemence.

I had to link the above story and it took me here.  I would have put this in the diary. But I am not at a big computer. So on so on. You know this is a diary entry so please excuse me. But also, I was laying on this guestroom bedish futon. And my mobile unlocked itself and I said wow. Because I have these appointments I have to do and the alarm sound was turned off. Yah you know I die to get to the other side. Meaning I have to do these appointments. I am pleased to say that despite the vog, my heart is less heavy and I went from 100 stress level to a 46 right now.

 I do believe in angels and all that which others call me off of. 

(You got to check this shit out. Okay I am wanting a photo of me dropping into the sea and the waves are coming in. Well I had a few paper money so I got this guy on shore who has a mental health issue that is genetic. And I asked him if he would take the photos. He was yelling at me to be careful and I was doing this between sets. All I kept telling him was this, ' Don't worry about me, if you see a big wave keep the camera from getting wet and run. " So the photographer of these photos is named Earle. This really is for the diary.)

Aontherocks
Atempleofjumpingoffrocks
Atempleintheoceanwithredboots

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O. Clemence. O.
Eminent End Horse Hairs.
 
Calls.
Calls no more.
 
Where the Living Waters
Are like nests
 
In the
Tree of Immolation.
 
Will me to be seen.
Will me to the God Screen.
 
Swallowed Suicides
Suffering Storms
 
In
Shadows.
 
A tipped hat
On a busy walkway.
 
I have been counseled.
In the Chambers of the End.
 
Henchmens'
Heirs.
 
Nothing is allowed.  Here.
The dark of a pony's belly
 
Is
Gentle.
 
That I should go a smoke to heaven
Salmon colours fall from me.

O. Clemence.O.
Did you SEE him?
 
Join me in
Seeing him.
 
I understand there are forgotten women
Everywhere.
 
The Relics.
Surround.
 
Tongue on the Leather.
Sorrow hangs like smoke.
 
O. Clemence. O.
My father rotated.
 
There is a man named Wolf
Near his home.
 
On the
High Cloud.
 
The intruders
Doubt themselves over tapestry rug.
 
They will suffer
As we have suffered
 
Or
More.
 
The beads are turned.
And. It must.
 
Begin.
My father I have wrapped my foot
 
As I were mummyifying.
I am a anthropological dig site.
 
The dead get kept.
Insanely. So.

But.
Kept.

 

Myhorriblegriefdonewithlight

 

O.Clemence.O.
There is a very important finger to point.
 
Mary is hanging so sweetly in the leaving sweet grass wind of that day.
But her finger
 
Points
Through the browning waves.
 
A Summer
Off.
 
O. Clemence. O.
Nature reacts to itself.
 
O. Clemence. O.
I saw the lines of
 
Life and Death.
Squeal.
 
It showed the graph of his year of death.
The lines went to five.
 
The wasted severed lines.
And the silent horizon hymms haunting humidity's House.
 
Pig baby.
Slaughter's Survivor.
 
You have no Amen
4 this?
 
4 this?
Anyone could be reduced.
 
As the
Ape Returns.
 
Rolling loneliness  calls calls calls calls calls calls calls calls.
Us into the casket.
 
O. Clemence. O.
I chewed the dog ear

Off
The telephone pole.

(Is the unmendable
Dismembering?)

 

Myhorriblegriefdone

 


O. Clemence. O.
Do not question the welcoming of
 
Finite States.
Statues in Neglect.
 
A Nation in Defeat.
Reap Killer Child.
 
O. Clemence. O.
I run these streets in terror.
 
(But I run them.)
The Prophet of Premonition.
 
Spoke.
With only 4 at her feet.
 
A disciple asleep.
A disciple dieased.
 
A disciple with a mouthful of the Red Sea.
A disciple outdistancing
 
All the Prophets
In the Prophet Rains.
 
Everyman is INSANE.
What becomes strong, so strong,
 
Must be drawn down.
May everyone live to see
 
The suffering
In the Dynasties.
 
The Elocution Executed Heaven and Hell.
Holding the Livers' of (Leaders Deities Gods Devils-)
 
All fall
And

Nothing

Recalled.

 

There is no second form of Silence.

Everything is on its Path

 

To

End.

 

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Part New

 

O. Clemence. O.

Beauty Nautical.

 

And it rose rose rose

After your steps

 

In the

Summer Cold.

 

I do say all man breaks into

A bargain.

 

Dying?

It takes our heroe moments to die.

 

.....John Sheldon was found expired at the unopened door of a bus in a storage lot.  'Can't say I ever saw that bus ope ned' offered Thomas Stalling the bus yard gambler.

Contents of poor Mister Sheldon:

 

1. A spear made of a car attenate.

2. A half inch Italian Gold Horn Charm.

3. A rope chain of vermeil, 18 in.

4. A small canvas bag with a should strap, beige.

5. 2 pill bottles containing Valium and Codeine (all legally prescribed.)

 

Poor John Sheldon lived alone in a tent near the elementary school. Students there said John was a card Magician who could read the futures of their parents.

The community who passed poor John Sheldon daily has errected a memorial for him next to his tent. Leaving candles, flowers, and other items. The park keeper said,'It sure dose look like the town folk opened their shoe boxes for these memorial items.'

The Libraiain, Libe said, 'I am quite surprised by the out pouring of grief for John Sheldon.  As they would rather eat a dead cat on a drive than throw a dime into John Sheldon's asking can whilst he was alive. Ah but even guilt is a late reaction.'

Poor John Sheldon it seems was claimed by no known relative. So the local Native American Chief Louise Bean Roast and her tribe fetched his body and wrapped it in a blanket. wallking it all the way to Upside Down Buffalo Tooth Ridge.

What happened to Mister Sheldon after that is not known. A small verstale and lively bird flew directly into Marshal Taylor's binocular lens and shattered them as his pupils watched the tribe climb.

Crusing in front of the children, Marshal Taylor picked up the tiny dead bird and chewed on the wing whilst engaged in a face saving discussion with the inept Unitarian Minister who got into his blue Echo and drove away.

Poor John Sheldon's belongings were given to Erich the camper next to Sheldon.  It is rumoured that Erich may have a spray paint can addiction and may not be responsible for the recently spotted well renerdered wall graffitti of a woman enjoying anal relations with a toy from Veronic's Exploits Shop. (The local shop for discerning perversion.)

Mayor Art Hill said, "Can't say I disagree with advertisement in these difficult times."

It is remembered that Sheldon once said,"My life will amount to Ass.'

Photo Of John Sheldon:

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Part New 1

 

O. Clemence. O.

The tears unfallen.

 

Hall Mark Massacre in the mines of Marikana

In the mine of miracles

 

There are miracles

In the mines.

 

Just what is asked for

I am not sure.

 

Take a canary with you there

It is unclear

 

The contents of the the air.

Value your air.

 

I have seen the nastiness of man

Walking on every path.

 

Let yourself be called

To rise and fall.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I saw him

 

Float in through the

Window 2 writers have stared out of.

 

We will.

Together.

 

Spilled apart by breath death.

We will.

 

Make the effort.

Make every effort.

 

O. Clemence. O.

When a white man of stature sacrifices his life for a Native American

 

 

Then in the shadow lands this white man is brough onto our tribes where he shall thrive and teach and be loved.

Writing in the zone of 41 c `105 f.

 

A man jumped for me the other day.

So.

 

I would not jump.

And he was re-born onto our blood.

 

Theearshotboyofwonder

 

O. Clemence. O.

I have slept in the cave of spells for 2 weeks.

 

I will begin

The covenant.

 

As slaughter all man

And never begins again.

 

That is the return of Christ.

Do not fish in the river.

 

For those fish are mine.

Do not allow anyone

 

To ask me the question.

Who I Am?

 

I will barren his brain.

I will run flood over his coal.

 

Theearshotman

 

 

O. Clemence.O.

By the very definition, it seems

 

The Earth of Futility.

Us Thou Those Dead Children are ours.

 

Thy and By and This is Less of a thriving planet then when I met it.

 

And I shall leave this land.

And I am the land’s daughter.

 

And I shall leave this ocean.

And I am the ocean’s daughter.

 

And my daughter is within this ocean.

Not blood Not Memory

 

Will defeat Me.

The Stop is not what I know. Now.

 

This is not a planet one returns to.

Leave a little salt.

 

But returning

Is unthinkable.

 

O.Clemence.O.

Until the female can have full to their own bodies and what comes forth of that body.

 

Until the female has herself in her own hands

Women must refuse to come back.

 

Women should refuse this life.

And how shall you die to die the lives you spoilt.

 

What is right

What is wrong

 

Can not be control.

No features for atonement.

 

Every woman should fear for herself

Or her to come.

 

 

 

 

 

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O.Clemence.O.

I am the lady in the Blueberry dress.

 

Waiting for an old television to turn on in

The Corrupt Orchard.

 

I carried water and noddles and limes

In Romaine Hearts.

 

I cast spells

For my suffering.

 

Theearshottool

 

My Dead Love

 

O.Clemence. O.

And on my way to the Shadow of Christ.

 

I felt my love die.

In the Rooms of the World.

 

Were once

His laughter cured.

 

My father is my brother is the other

Who arrived with little time.

 

Leaving ceramic doves on Salted Plates

In the home we scaped.

 

My love My love My love.

Is not here.

 

And I am a woman

Undefended.

 

They have their wives lives debts bills companies children grandchildren 

O such seriousness.

 

O. Clemence. O.

14 Years of Dead Fate.

 

In the stereo phoenix

Wait and rise

 

He will hand me the Iron Rose

From the Flotilla

 

Of

Massacres.

 

O.Clemence. O.

The North Winds

 

Have begun

So early.

 

My wings 

Are

 

Divine 

Chemistry.

 

O.Clemence. O.

My horrible grief

 

Settled beetle after beetle

In the tissue of my heart.

 

 

Digyourheartwiththumb

 

 

The sound of the Exodus.

I starved into trouble.

 

I starved out of trouble.

O. Clemence. O.

 

My  body float

Against

 

The rails

He turned me deer

 

Adjunct

To my killed stag.

 

The noise that is played

When something is killed.

 

The sound of the Exodus

Is these

 

Confetti Pieces

Of

 

Metal Stone Skull Stone.

O. Clemence. O.

 

We were children

And we drank water from fallen

 

Alkaline.

The thought

 

Ever Ever

On our minds.

 

Hunger/Food.

Food/Hunger.

 

(You cannot remove a child from the broken slave pages.)

Rosa Hernandez:

 

Myhorribllegrieforamotherdone

 

O. Clemence. O.

A child in the beast is better than a child released.

 

The earth is for fortunes families' formulas futures fly

Over my starving sweat.

 

Night breaks apart.

My life breaks apart.

 

O. Clemence. O.

When you are hungry

 

You sweat

And your thoughts do not become one.

 

And the hunger multiplies 

As if it were countries for Kings.

 

And if I can starve so often

Anyone can.

 

Hacking in poor clinics

And

 

Valoured doctors

Save the diluge 

 

Of

The Poor and The Sick.

 

I am so poor my broken foot

Stays broken.

 

My Pawh Panties:

 

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Part Next

 

O. Clemence. O.

My grief is a stone.

 

It cannot be cut.

It cannot be coloured.

 

It cannot be set in metal.

It cannot be given for love.

 

It cannot be taken for hate.

It is all I own.

 

My grief is a stone.

 

And had I known

I could have placed it in the cold blue hands

 

Of the young ballerinas

Trapped forever for fortune

 

By

Degas in the Hall.

 

O. Clemence. O.

No one will answer this call.

 

When

Jane died

 

She fell looking into my eye falling at my feet

So that means

 

Anyone can die

Of

 

Anything

Anywhere.

 

Zhitbeachwaretool

 

I am trying to let you know

What went wrong

 

In our songs

Our homes

 

Our streets

Our minds

 

Our schools

Our families.

 

Our honour

Our duty

 

To uphold

Each other and protect where we have come from.

 

To know that these sentiments

Were to improve our clarity

 

Of

Right

 

And

Wrong.

 

To be safe

And in that safety.

 

To belong onto each other.

To share

 

Care

And be fair.

 

Myhorriblegriefboxestool

 

Without the intervention

Of

 

Governing bodies.

Our goal was told and simple

 

To meet at the marketplace

And trade.

 

And to never fear

Those

 

That

Choose

 

To live beyond their and our 

Means.

 

We have lost the truth of the provider.

We do not trust ourselves.

 

The fires they

Are burning in the fields and the mountains.

 

Flooding in the valleys.

Destinies and Sorrows

 

Of

Tsunamis.

 

The earth will fall apart

Before

 

Man destroys it

Or realizes how much he needs it.

 

Love cannot be understood

In a life time.

 

That is the true

Mark of Cain.

 

Zotdotdonecomplete-1-1-1

For Rosa Hernandez of the Dominican Republic.

(Thanks Facebook for the Notes.)


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sun, 29 Jul 2012 10:41:10 -0700 The Exodus of Clemence (Ma Volonté D'immoler) http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-exodus-of-clemence-ma-volonte-dimmoler http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-exodus-of-clemence-ma-volonte-dimmoler

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Give me the Planet and I will give you the words.

Clemence.

 

Give me the fuel and I will give you the fists.

Clemence.

 

Give me the assassin shot and I will give you the guns.

Clemence.

 

Give me the gold and I will give you the molars it was found.

Clemence.

 

Give me the solution and I will give you the infiltration.

Clemence.

 

Give me everyone's son and I will give you a nation.

Clemence.

 

Give me dead dumb people and I will give you Stockholm Slaves.

Clemence.

 

Everyday Everyday Everyday Everyday

There is a party here There is a party there

 

There is a queer quiz master at the quantum cafe

Who lived in Queens.

 

Clemence.

Clemence.

 

Give me Fortune's Mountain and I will give you a black dick a white dick.

Clemence.

 

Give me hell and I will turn your dog's fur inside out.

Clemence.

 

Give me your trip and I will give you a purple micro dot.

Clemence.

 

Give me your id for the underground and I will give you my laylow

Clemence.

 

Give me your digits and I will crave new ones in your wrists.

Clemence.

Whiteshopguntime2

2.

 

O.Clemence. O.

I need your gloves today to tie these threats.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Elutriation Eliminating

 

Ellison's Moon Bubbles.

Everyone is Enough.

 

O. Clemence. O.

If I bring you Gowns & Boots

 

Will you sort through the opened trains and gates

And tell which to take.

 

Tell

Me

 

How

To

 

Do

This.

 

Cementwindow2done

 

St. Malo have mercy on me.

The Tantivy Tantalus Troubled

 

Became volcanic

Traveling past steel factories

 

Grass tall as train windows.

Through

 

Pennsylvania's  abandonment.

Everyman

 

Wants to be a Blood King on the Blood Earth.

No one wants the last syllable -dex.

 

Save.

The Bottle Finders.

 

Save.

Our strong young men

 

Strung like Flies

On the pepper trees of Fell Street.

 

Save.

The women who hang themselves at traffic lights.

 

Save.

The unprotected sleeping in the bowling lanes.

 

Save.

Our people from our police.

 

O. Clemence. O.

A tongue is cut with Jacob's ladder.

 

The three do breathe through evil.

God is a written symbol

 

On my dead father's eye lid.

Prayer is the dead child's IRE.

 

The sound within

The triangle.

 

(God will never send one to the wrong person no matter what.)

(God I hid for months  in the cupboards under the sink. This is Jew Time. This to Survive.)

 

Whiteguntimetree

 

Part 3

 

She has been brought back to this life.

She has the spot light.

 

Seems

Someone has saved  her life.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Let me put your smoke out in my palm.

 

Now what have you come here for?

What can I do for you I am a bag of corpse flies.

 

Whiteshopman

 

And When I Rest

 

O. Clemence. O.

Soul Sails Sisters

 

The opening

For what could be

 

A dramatic turn

Of all time.

 

Sea spat stones into

The

 

Atoned Atomy Attic's Altar Amended

The Chronicles.

 

Each time I go.

I am a hose in the wind.

 

Perched

On Parchment Street.

 

Defector Motion

Stopped the trouble that came.

 

Mercy in hand

Carried Crescent City

 

Crushed Collapsing Carnations

Into the Carnivals of My

 

Mind In the Greenhouse.

Bones of God

 

Grew

Despite will on the grills

 

Of our moment in broke.

I cannot apply my knowledge more

 

About

Dank Damned Dismantled

 

Droughts

A fore seen since '56 of our holy nation.

 

Our fields have blood but they will grow.

Democracy's Arcane.

 

Profits of Pain.

A dramatic turn is at hand.

 

Whitepinktie

 

Part 4

 

O. Clemence. O.

Divinity Became blindingly Became

 

Crazy.

In the middle of 2

 

Wasting Worlds Waring Wept

Wading Waters

 

Wild

With

 

Witch Wings

Of

 

Broken

Enchantments.

 

(And the children will mourn for the acquiscent gentic. It is horrible to think no one is on your side.

But it is the truth so carry on that way or immolate into

 

Nikola Vaptsarov's hands.

Moth balls

 

At the firing line.- 1942.

and the culmination of Arts and thoughts.

 

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Whitereamscrop

 

O. Clemence. O.

Ask him

 

Does he not hear us from these

Positions

 

On the

Station Poles.

 

As we roll our words

Across Drought

 

Faint Fever Fields

Farmed Failed Faith

 

Fat Flies

Biting

 

The Necks

Of

 

The Farmers.

In the Negro Rain.

 

(When many lose

I do win.)

 

Zumasaysgofuckinghangyourselfstropmg

 

O.Clemence.O.

I had a fever for 3 days before my son was born.

 

And when I brought him to the family home

The clouds were shorn.

 

The floods began.

We slept above

 

On risen stone.

Kaolin Bone.

 

The trails were filled with gun powder

And red shards pulling against the wind.

 

In thin veil

His birth had not moved the war along.

 

O.Clemence.O.

The Exodus begun. Then.

 

The archives ancient accumulated artillery

Aching Arching

 

Astray abandoned

Atrium's artery

 

Artificial Horizon

Two Hebrews in the flood and flourless.

 

O.Clemence. O.

Becomes to Change.

 

The place is the same.

The faces are all dead.

 

There is nothing to walk to.

The smell of sweet rotting bodies in the spiritual air.

 

Whyifall

 

 

I slide through the darkest places

Of the above earth minds.

 

And met with less love

Left Limbic Systems

 

Of

The drug cartels.

 

Where the child moans.

On the Highways of Disposal.

 

O.Clemence.O.

When I broke my foot

 

The lives of man broke.

Now is not the time to be excessive.

 

A child in the marketplace

Gave me a magic ball

 

Patina grease.

And then she fell

 

A spine bullet.

Her eyes to mine.

 

The Aurochs sent me a Love Letter.

The grain of gone.

 

Into

The hand plougher's

 

Sweat

Set in Drought our Nation.

 

O. Clemence. O.

My will to immolate.

 

Riding

Crucian Carp

 

To

Clemence.

 

Whiteredredtreedresstool

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*I stand by self immolation as a form of protest. I feel fated so.*

 

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O. Clemence. O.

Is the line planted through these Kingdoms

 

Birth

Death.

 

Wrappers.

Skin over blood.

 

Blood ovens.

Where the flying ended.

 

I have no magic monsters. Left.

They were stolen from my shelves before I lay curd upon them.

 

My veins sizzle. Like hypothermia.

To die

 

And walk into the mist where nothing is mistaken.

And I want peace.

 

I am horse dead.

Exhausted like bridges.

 

No one can be trusted.

Lift me to the ghosts. (They are often sexual.)

 

Deathflyer.

We shall go.

 

Dear Clemence.

Let me turn

 

Towards him.

The son of a son.

 

The

Iron Tree.

 

When he went by by

I went too.

 

Paraas

 

O. Clemence.O.

The journey wants to kill me.

 

O. Clemence. O.

At the hand bath.

 

The angels

Wore

 

Gloves.

The greatest of them.

 

Did they notice themselves?

An individual wearing gloves.

 

Lifting me up

Lifting me down.

 

A slime in the sermon.

Weather

 

Is to be rich

Is to be poor.

 

Fields of man.

A bad crop.

 

I walked away like a pushing against the bone.

I walked away with a broken limb.

 

Love is loving me.

And my lips shall never part

 

To speak

Of your whereabouts.

 

O. Clemence. O

I love thee.

 

At the grapevines

Where I write to you on the glass.

 

In the morning as it prays.

Over my Judaic body.

 

I wake the machinery.

To mull about.

 

They sliced your bread.

But I sewed it back for you.

 

Whole.

With threads from my fraying black skirt

 

Which faced the seas, time and time again,

Of

 

Him.

Him.

 

Him.

Him.

 

Parandy

 

O. Clemence. O.

God is blue like Dahlia.

 

And a mouth

Like turnips.

 

Omens in the fro.

Bless you and your life.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The greed of nations  are passages.

 

Passage speak.

Why speak around like a ghost without a kitten.

 

Speak and get it over with.

Every year is a spitting year.

 

Cattle they wander

In the broken cities

 

The empty

Palm of the farmers.

 

Accept the warnings.

You are warned.

 

The revolt will ravage

The revoltors.

 

Belief is not in the cold streets.

But in my righteous stone baby.

 

Baby.

Baby.

 

Baby.

Baby.

 

Syria’s Slaughter.

Massacre’s Masquerade

 

Mecca's

Midnight Ball.

 

Send no one to the streets.

The Brotherhood is as bad as what was had.

 

You are better off throwing

The chandeliers into Bullet Boulevard.

 

O.Clemence. O.

He who follows me

 

Will live a life of Rose’s Remorse.

(Not a bad life.)

 

Parafaceinpinkie

O. Clemence. O.

I am mystic.

 

With a cloud bouquet

Over the groom.

 

I rained

On a poet’s husband.

 

O. Clemence. O.

How delicate the men I find within.

 

My love is sacred.

And my love fell to slumber.

 

I brought him to the eternal fame fortune.

And his widow

 

Shall

Never be without.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I am mystically chasing a snake in the garden of Eden because it is entertaining and the snake is not sexual to me.

 

Mountainfakekachinadollisdoneman

 

I have seen the morning rise on the foreheads of the dead.

I have lunged into the rotting bodies for safety and to be fed.

 

I was. I was.

Stronger.

 

Than

He.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Beyond the real and imaginary break walls.

 

He bangs his oars against the rock

Of

 

All walls.

He calls

 

My name.

My name.

 

In a wooden row vessel.

Whose light

 

Is lit

With the blood of Goats.

 

He bangs the laughing tides

Into love songs.

 

From  memory.

There is a way to him.

 

Predominance.

He arches his body.

 

To the drumming dusk.

What can the light

 

Of things

Promise.

 

How did I inherit him?

When I was ill

 

And in the Valley of Blood

Promises where thrown away.

 

My loves is a villa root.

I have decided.

 

When. Exactly.

And the most beautiful words I have ever read were written in French.

 

I wanted to remain still and chilled like a tombstone.

Unopened.

 

To the material of the world.

Where

 

Death

Consists.

 

If I continue this mourning

For him for him.

 

I will fall in love with mourning

Him.

 

Here is the plate.

I did not know he would carry it.

 

Over

The Composition's  Compass Cinders

 

Comets

Crying.

 

Death is the sexual turn on

Of all times.

 

Amen.

 

Paraloid

 

O.Clemence.O.

The leaves are lovers.

 

Write me the most astounding love letter

One could receive.

 

Tell in sentences

What your blood smells like.

 

Tell in sentences

What your neck does when you are pleasured.

 

Parabrowndone

 

O. Clemence.O.

I did get through scraps of metal.

 

Where my hunger

Bent time and space.

 

Muscle Brain Fat.

The Nest of Holiness.

 

You are the wisdom of Silence.

You are the wisdom of Science.

 

Colours on my ivory shirt.

Art will not die in my hands.

 

Do you think about it?

Do you?

 

My God

Will you see me or waste at the look out?

 

Zurprospheredone

 

O.Clemence.O.

I went to the secret shores.

 

Dreaming to be restored.

I looked into the Black tide pools

 

And found

A surfer's broken board.

 

My how the rainbows in everyone's life time

Is consumed

 

By the dream of justice.

Justice is a factory.

 

And puffs out its amount of

Smoke into the sky.

 

And I was in line.

At its closed doors.

 

With serious accusations and implications.

Others Among.

 

Is it Borneo said the Englishman

Sitting in a stained chair

 

In the dangerous lands.

Well. It is Borneo.

 

Although

I did not know what he was talking about.

 

 

Perhaps.

The blossoms of Borneo.

 

Blossoms Borneo Breathtaking

SPAN.

 

5 Years.

Either Sides.

 

They all died.

Killed and Killed Back.

 

O.Clemence. O.

Cover my body.

 

Hungry Here

No stranger to poverty.

 

O.Clemence.O.

Cover my body.

 

Deed Disputes.

Rulers Die.

 

But.

Ruled die too.

 

I am shaking

From my own hunger history.

 

Artist that are bread now

In beds of shared graves.

 

A shared meal

A congealed cadaver cafeteria

 

For the Birds of Borneo.

Plans.

 

A signature. A mark.

Yours.

 

Parared

 

O.Clemence. O.

I am tall with claws.

 

Vermeer Vermeer

Broke

 

Down with tears

When he tried to bid me

 

Farewell.

Farewell.

 

Come here. Come here.

Don't be afraid. Girl. Don't be afraid.

 

I cannot paint you now.

This is between us.

 

The seas you will break

In 2.

 

With words in the water of your mouth.

And you shall write

 

On the ocean's surface.

The echoes of swells.

 

Whatisoldisinthegardendone

Be well my child

When I expire

 

There will be so few

Who will take to you.

 

My brushes are bundled.

My paints are corked.

 

My canvases are rolled.

Address my window of light

 

With pulled Damask.

And wrap yourself well.

 

Choose any direction.

For I am dying young.

 

Not having saved you a guilder.

And they will slay you

 

With rejection.

There shall be no rose method for you.

 

So. Seek shelter

With Genghis Khan.

 

In his secret tomb.

Drink his coffee

 

But do not become his virgin.

And do not forget

 

To rise again.

As always and as the way things do become

 

You will continue to eat your meals on pots lids

In the room where they slaughter the Boars.

 

My dear

Do not let this put you away.

 

All will tire of themselves.

And look

 

Quite

Like Boar Heads.

 

My darling darling darling

Brown daughter.

 

Theimperialbomberdone-1

 

O.Clemence.O.

They are holding the mirror to close to their faces.

 

Arsenic Gardens

Was the place I walked into.

 

Heavenly Creatures as Sudden Blue Grew

There.

 

And pink cotton balls catch in your throat.

When you were over hearing me

 

Did anything

I say

 

Go home to your soul.

Move you.

 

Like nursed milk

In an early morning

 

Barn's Bitter Beams. Straining

Tears.

 

(I saw Van Morrison in the back of the barn under a soft light bulb hung to a rafter

Encircled by dust singing 'Blue Diamonds'.)

 

In Michael's fields

Hold a mirror to your soul.

 

And

The mourn is not useless.

 

Paramanwomaninpoolsnow

 

I am.

In separation. A better person.

 

Sad.

But better.

 

O.Clemence. O.

It is something like Africa

 

And a newspaper writer at the door.

Now days.

 

The aparition of my life as it films.

The people here have exhausted me.

 

You can tell.

I am not knocking down ladders of emotion with anyone.

 

Here.

I am numb to this geography.

 

I am not one of the uncalled.

I do know that going is gain.

 

Giving is Godly.

Getting is Greed.

 

Hearing is

The most exhaustive gas to inhale.

 

(There a man in the square.

Think I might want to go there.)

 

Chair number 2.

Near the get a way door.

Thewigclub4

Delmoreschwartzchairwitsf1

 

Forget-Me-Nots

Twisted around the child who had woken before sunrise.

 

 

As she rolled like a corn cob

Embraced or embracing in the earth early eyes

 

East and turning.

Turning for independence from the matter.

 

Consciously and not so

Involved

 

In

The

 

Return.

Dog House Chambers of a questionable womb.

 

She stabbed the colored pencils into the earth, the summer Nebraskan earth.

Quacking and flirting with cats that followed so far.

 

Why is it cosmic,

The evolution of extinct.

 

Begins.

A little girl watching.

 

And burying

Corsets and high heels

 

For the reefs of centipedes.

This is real. I mean, there is a hand in some condition in the glove.

 

O.Clemence. O.

This is it.

 

He passed by I

Did not notice and forgot his name.

 

I do not remember you.

Maybe a smell or a sound.

 

God did have mercy on me.

He let me forget everyone.

 

Wejustranoutoftime6li1-1

 

O. Clemence. O.

I am squeaking by as part of the people.(Snikers.)

 

And the smells of their echoing

Verbs and Urine.

 

Is not fitting their size

Of  history.

 

O. Clemence. O.

There is the most imaginable feeling

 

In the sky.

In the sky my husband gives himself

 

To the perfect prophet of open doors.

I have conversations of confidantes.

 

With him.

And. Them.

 

The Pear Torso Trees

Could fall into the winter.

 

What is the formation of

These birds?

 

How do they mean to me?

There was a pink chair

 

In the smoke

Of Rubbish.

 

O. Clemence. O.

This is the last leg.

 

The Legs of Legs.

Hags & Hens.

 

Only bare things

Need to be packed.

 

This is the East

Journey.

 

All

Gets Undone.

 

I will never return.

Lowered candles might be left behind.

 

The view towards the eastern sea will remain

But not the seer.

 

Else in the fire pits along the shore of obedience.

And the carving in the black rocks will remain for all time.

Glasstops

 

 

I am leaving

And no wharf could hold me.

 

No heart was offered

To love me.

 

As I should be loved.

No room

 

Beckoned Beautiful Balconies

For the words strikes of light sounds

 

Of

My life.

 

Nothing could hold me.

Not the Wizards

 

Not the Book of Spells

Not the Book of Speeds.

 

Not the Heads of the Mudangs.

Not the Oils of Voodoo.

 

Not the Cats of Midnight.

Nothing could hold me.

 

So exits were made.

And now evanescent.

 

The paranoia dreams elegance in fantasy

The construction of a very fine performance.

 

Arobotdressdone1-1

 

O. Clemence.O.

And so the ending

 

Is a collection.

Of

 

Sanity.

Once. More.

 

I was never a mausoleum , a place for visitors to leave

Their tokens of self grief

 

Gratitude.

I know I knew and I knew and I knew.

 

What I was waiting for

Fur in the motion.

 

Soul gone.

Oceans.

 

A few

Faces in the blindness of faces.

 

My names is my name.

Whatever it is to you.

 

The folly in memories

I am being reimbursed for.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Every one here is a coward.

 

None.

Rose above.

 

And what did

Did not

 

Do it here.

None.

 

And what did

Did

 

In the Cuban Channels

Crawling 26 miles

 

From Florida

At midnight.

 

Exhaustion is exhaustion.

It has to do with how close

 

To death

We come.

 

The twins of the Underwood

Were killed in the Irish.

 

My children are dead, Clemence.

All 3 of them.

 

The last 4th

Is safe

 

For

Eternity.

 

And from

Eternity.

 

Things People.

Have a way of serving their purpose.

 

How could I love

The Birth Place of Beasts?

 

I worded harder than Gods

For these

 

Resurrections.

Resurrections.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The reason for the rest

 

Is the reason of the dangerous journey.

It was real rain falling and it

 

Rained more than  water.

Choirs in chairs died.

 

And so I learned.

To Walk Around Dead People.

 

Amen.

And luck be in our lungs.

 

Parastairdonewithstars

 

(Excerpt from an over written piece. Thank you facebook for your notes. Satchel Tate Cornstalk)

 

 

 

 

 

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O.Clemence.O.

Thee

 

Contusions and Fractures.

I

 

Was held by this rash of rushing

To put my people on the parchment

 

For once and for all.

The Books.

 

I came from the Deep Pacific.

The West is a Dress

 

In a poppy's field.

In the oatmeal sack

 

Thousands of Ladybugs in the hands of children's befundlement

To

 

The fireflies who sacrifice

To

 

The electronic scarab.

All is in heaven as in the greatest fist one thought of.

 

All is in the super box now.

Clemence.

 

Tell Mary.

All is in the super box now.

 

 

 

O. Clemence. O.

Am I a deformation?

 

Being this falling?

The channels.

 

Ice and The Climbing of It.

There are mountains of it here.

 

I held the cross to my swollen flesh

And

 

The witnesses arrived

As the birds

 

Dived

For the incoming storm.

 

My soul

Is grey

 

For

The

 

Background

Of

 

This immortal

Art.

 

Astripofdanieldonetwo

 

I shall marry in dishwater. But I shall marry before

The end of the year.

 

3:18

 

O.Clemence.O.

I am painting.

 

On this seajourney.

 

(The Kill) Part 4

 

O. Clemence.

My name is my I. Mind is not located in the hive called body.

 

And

I have been making chemical goodness out of nothing.

 

And found in the magic of the soft

Sent lettres.

 

From unanswerable senders.

Beings bent on response.

 

O. Clemence.

I did not have to hunt her.

 

She was mistaken.

And was catch

 

At the door

Of her dying plants.

 

All she can.

She cannot.

 

This is relatively

An easy things.

 

To kill.

When one falls off the fever planets.

 

O Clemence.

I am rising.

 

Above the production.

They turned their body of work

 

Into weapons.

Something against God and his people.

 

Who are God's people?

Who are God's people?

 

Namethatbreadatbeachdone

 

Please do not prolong your presence.

It has an affect. An effect.

 

I went to underworlds to ask

For the Forgiver.

 

And I was told.

That this is something we wait for.

 

I went to the stars in the juice pitcher.

Laying on the linen strawberry

 

Table cloth.

Talk talk talk talk under the branches

 

With no leaf.

In the light of France.

 

When

Chill flees.

 

And Clemence must walk in bog and trench tending to the bees and owls.

Abandonment makes men lustful.

 

Anyoldeng

 

After I fell

Everything became bleached.

 

I saw whale bones

Elephants stuck

 

Under the saw

Alive

 

Under the saw

Alive.

 

Crying

From their eyes.

 

The gruesome

Go.

 

I think he is out there.

Turning.

 

Visions

And the aperture.

 

I think this is him.

Moving.

 

But I am discerning in a new

Way.

 

Feeble and

Fearful.

 

O crawled pass

The vulgarity of man.

 

My shells and My sweat.

And the freedom did cease.

 

It did.

Clemence.

 

It did

Cease.

 

Aghostwantedtostealmybathingsuitinthebathhouse

 

 

(The Operation of Things)

 

O Clemence.

Truly the thieves went to the dry well.

 

And

There were no miracles at that well.

 

Just.

Little silver charms from the lace bracelet of a female

 

Who

Worked so hard she did not know what she had lost but she knew it would be loss.

 

Who

Worked so hard she did not know what she had gain because when you are running with bundles of life you have

 

No time to

Reflect.

 

What you do between storms

Is sleep so close to death and life

 

That the thumbs

Numb upon waking.

 

I have commanded the rivers.

I have commanded the rivers.

 

And where I stood there was blood dropping down down down down

And

 

Gulls cleaned their wings of blood for eternities.

And

 

I could not reach a thing to

Apologize or receive the asking of forgiveness.

 

I was sold out to new families.

And

 

Became someone else.

Entirely.

 

And I did not have to die to do this.

I have been shattered for the levels I have been called to.

 

God

Is

 

A

Masochist.

 

Gingerdropincompletion2

 

In morning's mourning river

I am thrown.

 

In night's nacreous cloud river

I am pulled from.

 

What God's love is doing in the fibers of the clear tourmaline.

Will bare out.

 

O Clemence.

I hobble down the street filled with Jesus people.

 

And they speak

And they are channeled.

 

To speak to me.

By whom

 

I am not

Sure.

 

Are you sure?

At the lucky star of a hand that slaps a cheek.

 

I have a fish aura.

I have gone to the water to float with the trauma stones

 

Of what

Was

 

Lost

And

 

Not

Remembered

 

To

Be

 

Lost.

The creation of US.

 

Origamiwindowslicedone

 

Programmers should move with care.

 

I can read your mind. I can tell you when you will die. I can tell you when you became alive. I can tell you about every moment of your life. I can tell you what will happen to you in love. I can tell you if you might become rich. I can tell you what they are saying in heaven. But you didn't even notice a thing, did you?

 

I can tear you apart, I can separate your ribs and touch your heart. I can tell you what you lost when you were 10 and I can tell you what you will lose. I can bring you before the faces of the people you miss. I can take you to the bush and set it on fire with my will. I can make you smile or I can give you the chills.

I can you make you out in a crowd. I can chase you and catch you.

I can chase you and let you go.

 

What is brought to me

I can easily give it away.

 

I can forget.

A face I love for years.

 

I can tell you sweet thoughts.

And tear the diamonds from the prongs of your ring.

 

I can make you a sensation.

I can make you feel a sensation.

 

I can charge you up with hope.

Or

 

Let you

Linger.

 

At the glass window

Of

 

Never.

 

Flyingintogoaindia

 

 

Part 5

 

Do not come around me with your nervousness.

I feel surrounded by shadows of any bad deeds you have.

 

Do not come around me with your fear of rejection.

I feel my blossoms will wilt from the sick life of your head.

 

O Clemence.

I am getting cleared by the female border guard.

 

She grew a bread

Over night.

 

Silly women.

Want to be men.

 

It is hard to carry a tarse around.

You can tell.

 

Men do not know happiness.

Ashem. אָשֵׁם

 

Oceanviewtool2

 

 

Part 5.

 

O Clemence.

My Love.

 

My faith must be carried on in you.

Past me.

 

Today

26 and I shall die.

 

I love.

I love.

 

So many.

So many.

 

Though they stand like sticks in tall winters.

Waiting for the end of I.

 

O Clemence.

Whom shall I love on the day of my father's death?

 

Whom?

The whom blanket.

 

I saw my father through the wind

My lashes

 

Catch

The drops of moisture. Resting.

 

As cut glass.

I did not blink.

 

It was as if

Looking into a mirror.

 

I have read

That.

 

Others do this too.

He is like horse belly.

 

The mock orange tulips stank the rose bushes------

 

I watched him through.

In my ocean suit that looks like a manta ray.

 

O Clemence.

Will you collaspe with me to cry when it all stops happening?

 

I will not disappear.

When once

 

Is

Twice.

 

And.

I have chosen you to curate.

 

Sleepingwiththee7

 

The cane fields of blood.

Where the bloom games of love.

 

Open it one day. Clemence.

God and your love

 

Will be as one.

In the cold evening.

 

Air.

I walked

 

Pass the royal palm

And fell

 

Into

The Gold streets

 

Of

Hypomnesia.

 

Acornboy

 

Part 6.

 

I shall depart.

Like all things

 

I loved

And

 

Knew.

 

Awonderfulsaileg2

 

The Nature of the Pain. Here.

What stands to the questioning

 

That continue in the bedding.

In the neck of a water

 

The size of a water

And

 

Does it meet

With something greater.

 

Blackcamerafallenlandinginwaterd-1

 

I rose from the muscular waters

A sediment.

 

Earned silver

Hearing prayers in the heat between waves.

 

All that sanity

Turned

 

Into grief of thrown roses(bouquets)

For gone soul.

 

Godly protected.

And cold with the angles descent.

 

The known is simply

The unknown.

 

I rose from the sand

Forehead at the grey sky

 

A fallen second level

Of a creative failed aviator.

 

There fantastic insects

Flying. In the psychic air.

 

Flying.

Towards heaven's sinkhole and the hog.

 

Or

The fold of a book

 

Murdered insects

Slammed by readers.

 

An indolent child.

The next toy

 

Or crisp situation.

The ego is nude and this scares so many.

 

What is the innocence of anything.

Let me speak.

 

Let me speak.

This land

 

Will be returned to the beginning.

And the soul of man restored.

 

For US.

There is war.

 

Dragged down into the under tow.

Watching

 

Kings ships pass

Or Queens' anatomies.

 

Justacrackofsears3

 

When I speak.

I speak.

 

To all those in the undertow.

You will float. (You have been below.)

 

Arm thyself.

Arm strongly.

 

 

We have lost geniuses

In the wreck of war.

 

In the wreck

Of

 

Our God Given

Mercy.

 

Open your hymn books.

The world will now change hands.

 

Thesorrowofdimitryshapirodonenow
(For Dmitry Shapiro)

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Tue, 15 May 2012 08:09:47 -0700 The Exodus Of Clemence (The Rectory) & (The Campsite) http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-exodus-of-clemence-the-rectory-the-wander http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-exodus-of-clemence-the-rectory-the-wander

The Exodus of Clemence (The Rectory)

Thepoolofclemence3

 

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.

 

Theguardianangelwithmedone

 

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.

 

Thepoolofclemence

 

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.

 

Turqshoestool

 

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.

 

Thepoolofclemencetool2

 

10:10

 

It is a Sin.

It is her Sin.

 

On the

Psychic Wall.

 

Where mark

Is not alphabet

 

But

Claw.

 

Dumpsterdivingsageborder

 

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.

 

Abrowme

 

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.

 

Thelifeguardofclemence

 

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.

 

Thepoolofclemenceandnancydone

 

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."

 

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...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.

Exodusangels3

 

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.

Exodus4

 

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.

 

Poddleexodus2

 

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.

 

Poddleexodus

 

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.

 

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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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Wed, 18 Apr 2012 06:50:00 -0700 This is the Dream This is What I want More Than Anything http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/this-is-the-dream-this-is-what-i-want-more-th http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/this-is-the-dream-this-is-what-i-want-more-th

I know so many have seen this. But I just saw it about 2 weeks ago. It is the dream. It is where I want to be.

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Wed, 18 Apr 2012 06:46:00 -0700 The Petition of Sparrows http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-petition-of-sparrows http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/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.

Bluedressmaidinredtoon

 

 

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.

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Mon, 26 Mar 2012 07:39:00 -0700 The Death of The Dandelions http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-death-of-the-dandelions http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/the-death-of-the-dandelions

Underthestarsosodone

 

“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.

 

 

Andyswaves2

 

{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.

Underthepetioningdone

 

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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Mon, 12 Mar 2012 08:26:58 -0700 Where Cattle Are My Shelter http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/where-cattle-are-my-shelter http://satchelcornstalk.posterous.com/where-cattle-are-my-shelter

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4 Dec 2008

Code Answer

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Arrange into 4 rows of 4

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Read down, not across

 


OurGodAndHisWays


Add spaces between words

 

Our God And His Ways!

God is like a storm and the wind. He is powerful but you can't see him. You must have faith that he is there.

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Used to be all I did was read, mostly a lot of history of the arcane and musty sort. When I want to read something good, usually go for the old school and the snarky: Graham Green, Saul Bellow, Martin Amis, Don DeLillo, Thomas Mann, and I've recently enjoyed Ender's Game, The Exorcist, John LeCarre....

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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HOFFMAN ESTATES, Ill., Feb. 23, 2012 /PRNewswire/ -- Sears Holdings Corporation #HYPERLINK "http://investing.money.msn.com/investments/stock-price?symbol=US:SHLD"

 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

Sears      , Roebuck and Co. and Kmart       Corporation. For more information, visit Sears Holdings' website at www.searsholdings.com      . Twitter: @searsholdings      ||Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SHCCareers      

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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

 

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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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Books and BookCrossing (see

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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

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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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