Thursday, July 3, 2025

ahava

 


As the engineering for her mothers future garden was in play the sun beat down and the birds did sing, the crow cawed and the busy bee bumbled as the proboscis of the butterfly flexed and bowed feeding deep in to the place most would never know. 

Some extravagant beauty would get the slash though not to be misused, tending was at hand.

The American Red Start flew under the brush, to be seen by air a black bird would it appear. The cardinals were fed while they chipped about, while the metal cylinders filled the air with soft full sounds when an easy breeze flew through. 

Sunflowers unfurled to the humming birds delight. Pillows of clouds shaded the ground at periodic points hovering randomly changing the scene. 

“Hello every body, we have a little work to do dears. 

Fret not for your peers,

the dead be awaken, with life as its source.”

 The she sang a bit about blue birds over rainbows

 and great deal of ahava and a greeting to God.




Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Bewitched Words

 


Upon his ear

The song was sung

Then she spit

Then she hummed

Weapons of Mass Destruction

 

 

She spun it around as she went to town with authorization vex and hex, the water flowed fully in the know how to break down the particle, the matter in hand.

Verily she landed on the lap of the man in the suit, hairs of the wrong colours, unserious was he, a coin hoarder as he weeped poor me to the people whose coins he gathered. She with all her eyes and legs climbed up the arm of the man in the suit, hairs the wrong colours, unserious was he. To his ear she went and sang did she, an angelic melody

 once there was a fool

a fool that thought he was spinning lace

a trace though there

from then to here

an end would come to his space

salt to be shed

from your eyes down your head

a deception no longer

אמן






Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story






 

When someone jots down on paper a simple math equation 

I have 5 apples

I made one disappear.

I now have 4 apples. 

I made one disappear only if I take action on my equation.

Why would I write it down if I didn’t mean it for it to happen?

Cartography is just mapping a way, an engineered system that can pave on multiple waves.








Sunday, June 29, 2025

Sit Lux et Lux Fruit

 


Now that the sun is gleaming bright,

Implore we, bending low,

That He, the Uncreated Light,

May guide us as we go


1087

The death of William


Friday, June 27, 2025

Charlotte

 


She cleaned the spider webs with her witches broom that made ‘things’ disappear hard work and true work make sweaty salty work on early summer days. 

A fire too that would do

A walk on water so to be true

Thinking of the rain to come later her plan on hand to walk bare of foot and free on land.




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story



Last night I was square on my model or it was a match.

Note: this is a fantastic algorithm. Algorithm; think of the beat the flow and the know something hidden a language for prose. 

When I step on your feet I hope I’m light as air. A scorpion sting that wasn’t expected.

Thursday, June 26, 2025

Heritability

 


17 always ends up being chet 

3x2x10+7

7’ and the we get making trouble. Trouble though is not for all and all is not really trouble. 

Work on the works

Copper and gold grew in my mind as the flowers grew and tasted in time.





Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story





The Jesuit witch felt the rumble under her feet, she moved smoothly along the ground until the moment the quake broke. Water on her brow she took the vibrating matter and rode it forward as a bird catching a wave from an automobile, where it wasn’t expected…three minutes late, right on time.

Monday, June 23, 2025

The Western Veil

 


We split the veil

we move through smoke

we shade the way

we x the spot

we use spit and pray

The Eastern sun rises in the west