In Passing We Live Again In Our Love

 I learned today information occupies space & time
There is no knot without a piece of rope holding tight
The sight and lots known. now.. as strife..
Dad Died, I cry

And find; my keys

             . I cry in life where he lies
             .
And in my mindshare, he's alive
He's a jedi of patience of light now in my life
With Mom, Dad and I live in lucid sight
In dreamtime,
    For ideas still occupy a mind

And love; more
              . I'm more because of them
              .
We find patience when the dog quits biting
When quiet and done with day we remember them
For Hoping against Hope today is better
I keep going, it's the same difference
    Heat is generated with each rememberance of vitality

Splinter in the Mind's Eye

You're still thinking of an objective truth
The promise in a rainbow
The honesty in kindness

We are the light
We are honest or kind
God doesn't want you to be light-footed
You already are,

I want you to let your light out
I want you to BE kind

In the beginning there was darkness
And then there was light
BECAUSE there was the word

We are that, too.
I am kind
I am light-footed
I can be honest


Because You are kind, light-footed, and honest
We can win
Because you won
I win, We Win, because You Won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again!



Because we are objective truth.
You See!?

Conjuction of our Function

time&space are conjunctions
time And Space
Judgement And Expectations
Unexpect Everything
It'll serve you better
As one makes Friends
Because one won't Judge them

Love And Peace
Hope and Faith
Charity
be Charitable friends
And thank Jackie
We have friends
And if you "thanks"
You are going to have more Friends

PeaceLove.org
One Love
One Hope
One Life to Live
Live, Learn, Laugh, and Love
This is more apostrophe than a Coma
Where we lie indentured

Beneath the Well

March the dread dog is dead
Beware the ides, Beware The Whole Month
Spring is stealing life
Green is stealing grey
Sunlight today

And bees, and bees, and bees
New pup springs lightly upon bended knee
Like greyhound around the house and through yards
Thankfully, I'm alive too
Apparently March hates me

A Dollar Per Line Is Forty Less Than a Million Copies

The Last Day of Poetry
Burned it's trademark into a library
Until the poetry dissappeared from tome and passages
Which was within the hallowed passages
Of work unpaid, yet to be admitted,
And so remains mine
Printed on the side of a pick-up.

It was 3:15 and soon the pages flipped
Unseen three times, and books closed
And classrooms without teachers excused
Themselves to bring into our world
Rulers and Senators from highschool classes

Though, never was there a prophet popular in his hometown.