And I have the final proof for Napkin Poems! Now if I can just find the time to sit with it...
~Al


XVIIPassing by Going in Coming out Our hands brush And for a moment Time StopsXVII


XIVBrought up and out from waste free from wander animated only by the soul's rejuvenation in a reality now less real then doplering worlds below sun dripping feet, gifts brought down as in the light of dawn burn upXIV


XVHearing souls clang over iron gates keeping sacred in and whats wanted outXV
A recollection pure in subjugation deciphering feather curls along twists of delineation Distance brings silence only to a state of mind less away of time and more sedate where words pick up wings baring weight and witness to clotted clouds and muted sun Sitting above chaos, amnesia of the ambiotic wash of the world dawns as pink and new as yesterday, coated in amber and lace in lovely forgetfulness
Even the gutter glitters from heaven


MetamorphosisMetamorphosis of the silent mind,Metamorphosis
Open arms capturing time.
We live for cascading moments,
Dream of the high life Savour the possibilities
Then cover them in strife.
We pledge allegiance to the misguided, Honour celebrities in vain Find weakness in every hero Whose true honour we disdain.
An immaculate conception
Or a contradiction of the naked truth Do you strive for perfection Or is the world beautifully uncouth?


If Love Is A LaborI'm Glad I Know What I Didn't Know ThenIf Love Is A Labor
Like How Much Self-Damage You Can Do With A Pen
Writing About Things That Never Could've Been
You Can't Stop The Ink Once It's Under Your Skin
Is My Life Right Or Wrong? Is It Violin?
You Can't Play A Song By Pulling It Strings
Real Love Doesn't Take Time
That's Right Out Off A Song, Probably The First Line
Probably The First Time, Like The First Taste Of The Finest Whine
Chills Running Down Your Spine
Intertwined Ripped Back Apart
I Wanna Stop Ending Up With A Broken Heart
And If Love Is A Labor I'll Quit


stars on kitestrings.i.stars on kitestrings.
there can be nothing more strangely beautiful than stars on strings, held gently in child eyes wide. wonder and youth in capacity. fairy lust and wanderdust on either side whisper sweet everylittlethings in delicately curved ears. i suppose you could say i live in dreaming, or that i make
sure to be a little bit irrational, just to make you smile. i don't think you could ever, ever know.
iii.
beautiful number nine, so forlorn in disappearing,
i hope you have the sweetest dreams tonight.
acr
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Just the NIGHTMARE that i am .
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what we call the beginning is often the end.
and to make an end is to make a beginning.
~ts elliot
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