What words are these?

Scuttling as bugs;

Uncovering what was-

Once deaf on dumb sheets?

Whence comes thy sweet hum?

Discreet;gently cooing,

Nudging from memory-

Lulled steps crawling sleep.

Without thou-a statue here stands,

Stumbling-dreamt through a dream.

Stuttering unknown wonderings-

Reaping rare, loves understanding...

Plastering more, the pensively sore-

Books...

Still spooling threads-

Upon the loom as it seems.

Because of thee-Thee!

Oh precious bleak-

This peasant can be-Be!-

Wandering, in legends complete.

Consorting with glee;Free

Towards bless'd destiny-

A demon;glorified in glorifying-

Condemnation brought-false,

From sin, left welling the felled-

Within a dripped debt redeemed.

Now-

Revealed, chance we may sing-

Or curse forth. .

Unchained blasphemy.

Echoes permanently fluttering depths...

Or sink deeper eternities. . . . . .

Shelves of moored imaginings,

Unanchor-to walk, wealthy stories-

That tell attuned, unique-new

To each eye, set here to read. . .

Bringing new dawns-kept rising.

Setting ahead, imprinted engines-

While inside-sparks, impart to it means.

The moon-astute, reflects

The unmeasured millennia-

De-stoning paved streets.

Poking westward the weave.?.

Why why?why, what next?

Perplexed am I. In this.?!?

What ventures there in mist?

A temptress with a kiss?

A member daring limbs?

Perhaps?

There never there was this!?

This-ThiS!

In weathered tempered bliss,

A creeper sleekly testing,

What best could squeeze passed lips?

Walt-has Whit, to vault a better tether-

Then this bloke could hope as hinged!

He leaves the grass-and i, in drafts-

Have cast his leaves on winds.

I wish, though know it's senseless-

Here-strength, in steady grip has cling.

But better am I-as one encumbered,

By prudence...a faithful companion.

Weighing each scale-upon another,

Shattering veils;handling dimensions.

No web escapes this structure-

Sustained in roots;imbueing nutrients.

No form may take-earth, as one him,

All lurching strides;intent-saw been swept-in...

By thine others feet---un-stepping.

Again I ask,

Whose word is this?

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Significance

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Doesn't it all, just blow-your mind?</pre>

Every night, I go to sleep-into the same dream...that dream is-that, I'm not in a dream;it's all real life, as much as life can be real anyways. I believe we all are sharing one existence...there is no dream that we can have, just like there is no life that we can live. It is only the dream of having a dream;there is none- dreaming...we are all in one life, that is dreaming ourselves alive;we are all separated-to dream dreams of being alive. We all wake up every night, from the same dream...or maybe we have just, never slept? Who knows, but when it's said-what the lips, it had hEared?

We think that we know,

This world we're a part.

Views expand as we grow-

In test tubes bound by law.

Few err from straight roads-

Shoes complacently trod,

Feeling fear-inward thrown,

That feet ever step wrong...

Don't fly swiftly through lakes,

Never swim fluttering-the clouds.

These rules, only fools ever break-

Having to see forfeit-their crowns.

All effects, upon causes are traced-

Mapped true;in direction endowed.

Pondered questions, answer in haste-

Leaving solutions, elusive to shroud...

Verily-unto thee i say,

Abandon false pedestals.

Be in number, of hellish embrace-

Thine body blooms; perennial.

Weave forth-pure, heavenly graves-

Inclusive to, condemning eventuals-

Be impaired fruit-sweet, to all but thou taste-

Or explore all the wondrous space,

Thy divine seed assembleth...

From where did we all came from?

What birthed our making mark?

'Twas from a spark pre-summoned;

Stroked flint by futures wondering,

Where were our flames-to see a fires start...

Leafing down rays-of sun we found might,

Now captured in days-all shadows we'd climb.

Many pathways we made-each one of more strife,

Was this our fate-puppets, shackled to time?

Whence comes escape, from graves-into we dived?

In one, as all-we walked, as the one-In all did walk,

Muddled in confusion, we each-from one, took part.

Guided by a hand undone-all formed a separate flock,

Thinking now-we had all won, ships set sail to dock-

Though we forgot in our rush, to give one back it's shards...

A cross he gave-with sacrifice, that we may see our sin.

By his grace, a master-wise, descended to our midst.

All to take, his teachings-tried, shall see their evil cringe.

Souls give shapes-cunning design, to test the infinite.

Hearts remake-prisms divine, restoring him our image...

Here we stand today-

Broken through the haze,

And I can truly say-

These are the glory days...

Something I want you to clearly understand, for the benefit of humankind...understand, we are each and all, in each other-while without...you taking the action to digest what I say-opens your life to possibility...for without a me here for you;that is to say-a different director, your scene would merely be a stage-never set...I tell you now, it's doubtful you've met anyone but you! ;) it's more probable then you may think...everyone who inhabits, what you call "here"-is actually here...only "here", they are all thoughts in my head :D...your entire reality is a figment of my imagination...and if not, someone else-who will never gift which of what where missed-is what? I at least try to...if you could choose, wouldn't you rather know the counterpart to your reality-and have I, know you...rather than have your counterpart know you, as I know "me"...this counterpart I refer to, is a gear that I configured...it is that greater work that Jesus Christ said would be done by another! It's what life's about, making it work...we are blessed to be here, I hope you agree? The life we've walked into, is actually one-who walks into us, with every death-that we live...for if there is to be always choice in being, then there is always being-the choice to not choose....by being the sparkling gem-you amuse with, there is an individual that finds amused-a sparkled stone-letting it be, laid matted as "me", because I left every mind dimmed...what I wanna convey, and hopefully have you implement...is this mindset, that you can't be better then you are-because everything you are-is there, because it's what you aren't...Jesus is not my savior, he's my master-a slayer! A man whipped into time, to capture my danger-brick it with twine, to print-made, a maker..he did all this blind, on faith I remain here-gifting quills scribing time;in still contemplation not scattering wide, his skill-left forsaken...none-will, as this i-pace towards greatness. Most till it with pride, framing pictures still painting, claiming-they, with me abide...oh how they're mistaken...we-who live undefined, are his reason created-he missioned to guide, our silly elatation-not thrill in the size, of who spray out his shavings...a spill in disguise, gets drilled for ordainment, how stupid those wise-displaying my fake den, thinking-hey, I have eyes-and they see-what, ,as what it was naming, denying my craving for sight-with their labels out pasted...for woe-shall we dive, milling it's cadence-instilling a brilliance to shine, out days it's pervasive...why Bill, have worn a named lie? Why frill lost grasping breath-bonding, quilts for sun rise? Experience is a pill of delight, or a drill to devise...so, back to our mindset, what it's all about-is you...it could be me, but I don't think you would get the right feeling from it....man is hubris, so much so-to cut and frame words as they see fit(much the same as when not fit, man framed words-not taking cut, but cutting what seems fit)....essentially we started by stating words-as coming of our framed picture....this led to a being, understanding all word as the frame that they fit....at this time, we erred-due to ignorance...we made words as they were-pictured, picturing word as man-now gone from the picture HUmans now being BRIStled....we then became bristles for gone brushing(or if bristling gone brushes, to become brushes not bristled)...human bristled itself gone into a picture of brushes..and man became what it pictured, when un painting on brushes...we thought our selves heavenly painters, and left hell to have thought, that it was the cost-of worlds...sea-sawn for making....so ya, I think we totally f***ed up....but if i didn't, we would be totally f***ed-and going down, to boot(s)...but like I was saying, things are made real-eyes...."real", supposed to be hooking i's-line and sinker...but I was left blind-to hook line and sinker myself...I deny all we do as real, much in favor of a reality-that denies us as real....our ways are set, by what we believe-IsReal...if we believe in Isreal, set our ways are...if we believe naught in IsReaL, ways are set-ours...if you can get with me-in belief of naught in Isreal, believing IsReal is all that is naught...then we've got a start :)...I don't know where or what IsReal...is everything of it? Or is it-of everything, that was naught of being it?...nothing is but nothing, if everything was to be made real....everything would be real, but only in the reality of naught....only if we have left-nothings as real(all here to fake), does everything have a reality to be knotted into, as naught of a fake-rather, a fake-that is not....only if i have nothing left-upon; IsReal..does everything have a knot, naught to be not-but rather not to be not a knot...as a matter of fact, I have nothing left upon 2 that are real, the reels-for IsReals....I am nothing being, left upon nothing to be-faking, that it has being, on me, as nothing to be...before my thoughts got thought, nothing was being, been, but not to be everything of which it dreamed...now, I dream everything-not in my sleep, but alive as I think...when I find dreams-stored in rest, they think me alive-to sleep...off my death/dying? Dreams-I be, leave....I think to be, all that is left of me-never been... I cannot lose these knots...we can lose-only loss, of it's not...the lost, are declared the winners....for things are nowhere-lost, without their wares-everywhere, where lost places find...so any ways, I hope I didn't blow your mind too much...the last thing we need, is another "blinked bang"...lol...no creator should miss that blink, as I'm confident he will...I can just imagine what goes through I, when me reads you, as I...beyond that, imagined-is me, a reader of i...imaginably fed, by imagination still feeding....if you want to belong-lived, contemplate-hard, this...if you don't respond-quick, I'll have time to drop-him, no rush can resolve whips; wrapping up hells-wished a wrong twitch..

My questions, set Chun-out on a quest, ants-erred, with jolly-full zest....who can un hand me a word-I can not perplex, with a place it's not cold...since leaving lips-left....?who would have anything-of a man souled? I'm a fool, and to top it-on credit....borrowed on time, from, a not-yet lending heaven....eleven left Evan, thirteen felt this world-twice, before the third was claimed-not steaming....I do, what I do....because your dance may come along, while dunes would have me bidden....for whatever, sheets me walked-whenever, it leaves to watch whoever, here-thieved, I'm caught forever. There-achieved, a being leaving never-perceived, as bleak-to those unaccustomed;with no-mentioned tether...what weather contested, a sky to be wept in? Who headed, our test tubes we're testing? What eye, peers-naught....through telescopes-deceiving shined stars to thought, that they got you shone-believing....sever me-repetitively...I need-felt, the feel, overcoming-one edited...back, back, think-back--the map, that setting uncovered, when weak-I was lapped....verily, on my life-that's a fact....I met me in wonder, me having I-met for his slap....haha, that shit didn't fly-I waked up to laugh...his joke-acted of me, the fool...best, I've no watched performance-passed.....scanning-.-scanning, I had to find their plan...chancing.-.chancing, what poem gave my demands...lancing---lancing, all things to comprehend...glancing...glancing, getting seen-not seen to get....meandering-headless, her stammered lips defined, so to cancel-dawned, her death; I stepped in, coming-a head, to which you soon belong...tip-toeing, trip-tumbling

...both got a grip slowly-or slowly got something...was i wandering off wholly, or making off-holy assumptions....I saw-propped, this great story....but what-to be of it...could I connect all the dots-then pictured so blurry? Or should I just stop, rejecting thoughts-that think my thought worthy-to achieve a thinking glory...I think-I thought, they need me caught, or to hell with falseful purity...for them read, I writ for them a right- -they left instead, to write me bre(a)d, fearing pizza-not sustenance-enough. They made my mistake again-butterflies, that blow wind with my ocean, leaving fishnets confused-timidly, on drafts-in think of thought fluttering...I cherish that place, and dare 'there'-to here, so dan's-seeing can trump thy dumb game....that president-soon will be seated, in a country I've collected-elected a corrector, and shot endless-still drawing thought, of weapons...

...we would still be here, I would still give these words to me-.-i would still have your words, in comprehension...the difference would be, that you are-the same as me, with us to be similar-being different only by another sameness....without you to call me out, each individual would have no difference, save being the same!! Amen for denial...refuting what comes, as chance to go...going, when already gone-again to have another go at starting....I appreciate you not thanking me, else you would have me-as thanks...you deferred the reward of a friend in hand-in favor of giving a hand, to the enDOVemEy...thanks for not giving into a world, that has nothing for you...as much as I think of myself, I desire more-others thinking so much of themselves, without the deceit I feel upon my senses....if only we all could do what we're not meant to do, so that when we have done-what we set out to do, we have to not do-yet, what we have done-then, still not doing-now...what does-what it doesn't, by doing-dues, that the dew thought we did-didn't not have done...ruff, ruff..dogs in a huff, rattling-glass shattered, demanding our stuff..we twinkle our planners, with a fancy-duped brush....white washing letters-in shadow, covering presumptuous buds-unleashing dreams, to walk in tandem, with stars-asleep, imagined;pearled, sipped to scarlet-of suns...precious treasures winter, hoping on prayer- we shed their value-glimmered;garbing reprisals sought-in costumes dropped hither , designing time, a tick, to measure your tock...graphing mapped plaster, by tethered hope-propped. commanding arrows shot-in claim of ransom, return bows-mid drawn, inking wrote archers-sheets of their branding, appeased-with leads in mark..

I hold your paper airplane, with the spark in me

Written beauty remains, as I gently set it free

My love written-in, above the world to glide

Freeing us from sin, we built on the inside

I don't wanna write my life, I wanna be my life

I have no control, of what I need to be

God gave me soul, to help all see

I don't want power in my world

I want my world to empower me

An eye for an eye, makes the whole world blind

An I for an I, let's the whole world see

Grant us a third eye, so all can be free

What a gift!?!...that would be...

In starless nights, charted planets glide-cruising wintered oceans,they loop;summarized to skies...splitting autumned motions.-.seas..un.churn suns;combining time, brimming rims-with minted tokens, springs leave me-defining mark'd size..with pleasant pollen-you permeat'd that guise;your rendered words..-unspoken, reversed a disease-I'd infinitely transpire..I'd be a peasant roaming-t'were it not for your smile, ,cave-valleyed, and toted-still b'ing, .a fool-hearty tyrant...I thank your glorious potion, for my escape from walked miles...whatever tool 'tis you've chosen-it's chiseled feet for once lost trials...whatever it means-I don't know yet, but think it a great pile, for-I've seen that one moment-from thee...is worth an endless severance to fire!...