Revelations – A Poem From My Upcoming Book, A Thousand Cranes, Volume 10

1.
finish the half drawn paintings.
their time has come to be seen &
cease hiding between shadows

2.
stop staring into the blank pools of eyes
of the people you left behind in your past
you left them behind for a reason
do not convince yourself otherwise
you will feel so much better without them

3.
you were not born to be their puppet
to clean the shit off the shoes of those who try to control you
you are better than that: better than being told you’re invisible
better than living someone else’s dream for them
you deserve better

4.
stop hiding in forgotten crevices
simply because you are too afraid to be seen
resolve from thinking you aren’t good enough for them
you are so good that they wonder
how they never saw the likes of you before

5.
let yourself be, you are a child of the universe
be gentle with yourself, you deserve to feel better
forgive yourself from the past wrongs
& know that better things are waiting for you
& that when the time comes, you will face them
& be radiant

(c) 2014 Ashlee Craft

Little Bird Sample Chapter

Little Bird

 

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Little Bird

a little bird

hopping along

thru the impending

rainstorm

persevering

& finding what thrives

amongst the raindrops

The Journey Begins

setting out in the

early morning just as the

sun is beginning to rise

with a pack on your back containing everything you’ll need

to find yourself along the way

a map of your soul to show you where to go

a compass to tell you when you’re in the right place

a flashlight to guide you thru the dark forests

a set of wings to help you fly over obstacles

a raft to go on the ocean with

words of wisdom to sustain you

a book of knowledge to feed your mind

a journey to record what you see

& your own soul

you walk for a while & suddenly

it occurs to you that you don’t really know

who you are

or where you’re going

& all the road around you looks unfamiliar

& your compass is spinning

& your map blows away

suddenly you know it’s up to you to find your way

you know something has to change

but you’re worried

you’re worried that you won’t like things once they’re different

worried that things will turn out wrong

it’s okay to be worried

but you’ve got to learn to let go

because until you let go

there’s no way you’ll ever know

just how far you can

fly

Welcome

the journey just beginning / a journey to discover what you want / what your dreams are / where you belong / who you are / the journey is just beginning / the magic carpet of infinite possibilities & infinite joy & infinite beauty surrounding you everywhere / everything you need is right in front of you / everything you’ve ever needed has always been within your grasp / you are not lacking anything / you are everything

you can make your dreams come true / I believe in you / I believe in you / I know you can do it all if you just keep trying / you’ll make it

as you take a walk thru the pages & you skip around & stop to contemplate what the meaning of life really is, remember this

many have searched / & spent lifetimes pondering / thinking / dreaming / about what life is about / but in truth / you could never find the definition of life

because it’s too infinite & too wonderful & too beautiful & too free

to define / if you look for the meaning to everybody’s life / it takes you back to the beginning of the circle / back to / where you started / where it all began /

because in truth / the only truth is the truth within / the only meaning of life / is what you say it is / what you get out of life / what you want out of life / what guides you / what makes you smile / what makes your spirit soar / what makes you feel alive

that’s what life is about

& remember this – life is what you make it

make it fantastic

there is only one meaning to your life

to make it your own

Something Wonderful

always believe that something wonderful is about to happen / because it is / your life is going to be wonderful / today will be wonderful / tomorrow will be even better / your dreams will all come true / good luck will follow you everywhere / strangers will show you random acts of kindness today / you’ll see many examples of just how beautiful the world is / you’ll find something you’ve searched for a long time to find / you’ll discover a piece of yourself that was missing / every day is a new life waiting to be discovered / every day is another chance / every day is a canvas just waiting to be painted upon / make it beautiful

Learning to Find My Strength

I’m learning

learning

who I am

& learning to go confidently

to where I feel is right

I’m tired of being afraid

afraid that things won’t work out

afraid that I’ll never be good enough

afraid that I’m really a failure deep down inside

I’m tired of being confined

tired of being chained to things which no longer hold true

tired of being confined to these molds

tired of being held back by my insecurities

I’m tired of this sorrow

sorrow that I’m not going anywhere

sorrow that drags me down

sorrow that tells me that I can’t do it

I’m ready to prove all of them wrong

& show them

what it means to fly

I Feel Like You’ve Forgotten Me

there used to be something real, something tangible between us / me sitting there, all those times, all those hours months days, warmed by the glow of your kind words & communications & looking forward to seeing you / sometimes it wasn’t much – just a quick note to say you were thinking about me – but it was enough / it was enough & you were always there for me / & I thought I could always count on that – you being there

but you’re not / you’re not there any longer / by choice choosing to leave it all behind / & when I discovered what I discovered I felt like I didn’t know you any longer

& I’m glad / so glad / that I didn’t waste my time trying to forge a deeper well within the grasp of your abilities / I’m glad I didn’t seek out closer companionship / because things would still be the same

& it’s not the fact that you’re leaving that upsets me / it’s your choice & you’re free to choose what you want to / you’re free to say goodbye if you wish to do so / it’s your loss / you’re the only one who’s missing out / & I understand why you were so slow & subtle about it all – maybe I felt the same way, with my dwindling words written to you & everything / maybe I felt that it was nearing its close / you’re free to move on – & maybe it’s time / you’re not the person I used to know / maybe it’s time you moved on & went with everyone else that you know & love / because I know that for such a long time you never even told me anything about yourself / things I’m sure everyone else knew / I have no problem with moving on

but what upsets me / the only thing that upsets me is that for such a long time I had this false sense of companionship / & suddenly that’s gone / suddenly there’s no one else to depend upon / & I’m all on my own / all on my own / all on my own again / & it’s a loneliness that sometimes nothing breaks thru / you were there – or rather, my illusion of what I thought you were – & to that, I could relate to / in that I found comfort / you were that connection to the world outside / & now it’s just me / me & them / swirling around in some kind of roundabout of only us only us only us / like there’s no one else / like I’m alone / like I’m the only one

The Wheel

it’s all up to me

it’s all up to me

where I go & what I do & who I decide to become & who I am

it’s all up to me it’s all up to me

& you’re certainly not going to stop me

or stand in my way

I don’t like your definitions

of what a life is supposed to be like

wake eat work sleep

& do it all over again

all the way until you die

but with that schedule

it’s like you die inside much sooner

or never begin to live at all

you tell me what I’m supposed to like

supposed to do

but I don’t believe you

I don’t believe you

the wheel keeps turning

& I keep changing

Sometimes I Just Don’t Know

sometimes I just don’t know

what I’m even doing

or where I’m going

but then something reminds me

why I keep trying

sometimes days aren’t good

sometimes I miss out

& end up at the bottom once again

but I know I’ll climb again the next day

climbing with the sun as it rises

& there’s so many good things in each & every day

even if things go wrong & I fall

so much happiness

even if I don’t comprehend, understand, or see any at all

sometimes I just don’t know why I try

my mind says that it’s no use & I’m wasting my time

but my heart says I’ll reach it & I’m doing fine

I always try to listen to my heart

it knows the way

sometimes I wonder why I keep moving on

but then I remember

why I began in the first place

I remember that it’s time to move out of this place

away from here

away from my sorrows

away from my fears

it’s time for me to become something big

instead of this person who hides

under the leaves at the base of the tree

it’s time that I was the person I’ve always known I was

it’s time I was free

sometimes I don’t know how I’ll do it

everything seems to be going wrong

sometimes

everything seems to be going against me

like swimming in the sea

but I’ve built wings

they’re getting stronger every day

& with these wings I have built

I’ll fly over the sea & away

away away

far away, far from here

to the land I have dreamed of

to the meadows of gold

it’s my destiny, it’s all up to me

my choices are mine alone

I think I should start following my heart

learning to trust that it knows where to go

even when I do not

I think I should learn to trust my heart

it knows the way

it knows what will make me happy

it knows what I want & it knows what I need

encourages me onwards, gives me strength to succeed

I trust in my heart because it is my map

& in following it, I cannot lack

it knows where I should be

& how to get there

I will follow my heart

I will follow it thru doors to anywhere

if I follow my heart, I cannot go wrong

& I’m just learning

that I am so strong

Dreams

dream / dream wildly & freely / dream as freely as birds fly in the sky, as the planets rotate, as stars shine / dream as freely as the flowers bloom, as the trees wave in the breeze, as the ocean waves crash upon the gentle shore / dream as freely as beams of sunlight shine, music floating thru the air, as freely as wishes floating thru the night sky & to the stars / there are no limits to dreams

dreams are beautiful / it is our dreams that show us who we truly are

do not ask yourself what the world needs / ask yourself what makes you come alive & go do it / the world needs people who have come alive & you ought to be one of them / the world needs people who live life the way they believe / the world needs people who believe / believe in themselves & believe in their dreams

the world needs you

go out there & do it

(c) 2013 Ashlee Craft

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Ashlee Craft – Dancing in the Sunlight – Poetry Book Sample

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Suddenly

suddenly it all seems so clear

how to face the things I’ve feared

how to understand that life

is about happiness

not misery & strife

& any of us can live in the light

if it is the sky we seek to kiss

suddenly it all makes sense

how to break down the binding fence

climbing it is a street we must cross

how to understand that freedom

is not something that has a cost

but without it, we’re lost

free is something you must become

suddenly I see & understand

the shooting stars of dreams in my hand

free yourself if you’re confined

learn to break the iron bars

& I’ll always be here to remind

you that nothing can ever define you

you must soar amongst the stars

Epiphany / Sudden Understanding

eleven thirty one & nine fourteen / night time & darkness & the familiar comforts of music caressing of a soft hand in my own & looking around at the darkened room with the purple glow surrounding all of it / looking looking looking around & suddenly the understanding I’ve sought for years hits me right then & there

I had stood with my back to the wind & my face to the sun, basked in the light on decks of ships & hid amongst paperwork in the office / I’d painted the silver canvases & played the golden harps & stood & tried to make friends (not succeeding yet but still trying, there just doesn’t seem to be many opportunities in this field) & tried to find love & realizing a variety of things & discovering what I truly needed / I thought I needed certain people for certain things but when I looked around I didn’t see any that fit / I thought I needed a job / but then I looked around at the metaphorical hamster wheels with rat-race runners dancing upon them & gazed into their monotonous monotonous monosyllabic eyes & watched them numbly completing their work with their dead dreams & wasted wasted time & I knew I could never be happy there / I thought I needed transportation to find these people & these monotones but I soon realized that wasn’t for me either / I tried all the glory & everything but no matter how far I ran, it seemed like I was always standing in the same place

but suddenly it occurred to me what I needed

what I truly wanted

I wanted to be big

I wanted to do something big

something above & beyond what everyone else I knew was doing

in their daily monotone routines

in their simplistic boundaries

I wanted to do something amazing

above & beyond that

above & beyond what others expected I’d do

above & beyond my own expectations for myself

I wanted to prove to the world

& to myself

just what I could do if I tried

Simple / Dance on the Triangle

maniacal magistrates striking midnight beneath the mottled cover of mistaken streetlamps & the forbidden alleyways & itching for the plastic click clack keyboards & gesturing towards the aisles of seaweed wrought with the irons of tomorrow / the speaker stands on the beat box podium & speaks into the opinionated ministrations & the clocks going backwards in shock & showing me the darkness & the lightness of the past & looking into the yarn stories of old apartment tenements & the tenants of new & different illustrations embossed in gold ink with the silver suppleness of the sparkling cloth mango & peach & lime tree slips of paper & plastic numbers blinking & flashing / the car street lights reflecting on greasy pavement & photos in newspapers protesting the use of copy written sonatas & serenading the text box smiles & the flimsy paper masks & marks of pride worn deep upon their breasts bearing the sign signifying that they too have fallen into monochromatic tones & they’ve been absorbed by airplane annoyances & angry flashes of fire & flames meeting & illuminated by the conference calling the trespassers that will soon be arrested for carrying gallon jugs of water of pastures of gold & the fastest & the obsessive points fraternizing with the dancers upon the floor & being thrown into the cold snow false realities & machine marginal camera stand photocopies of stereographic lexicon metropolis palindrome metamorphosis of the metaphorical butterflies golden & yellow & shining landing on top of the majestic purple mountains & rows of sunflower tents, arrowhead dancers drinking up the silver silence & returning returning returning safely home

You’ll Never Change the Way I Feel

for so long I hid away & never said all the things I wanted to say / things would come to my mind but I’d fear if I let them out thru the iron gates you’d only say something that would make me regret it / I just feared that you’d disagree or say something that would embarrass me, like asking how could I like such a thing or how you always disliked it / & I’d feel bad about it / my instant reaction to any opinion formed in my mind was thick scrutiny of what others would think / what would everyone I know think about it / what would the world think / what would I think / & I just couldn’t accept the fact that I liked what I liked & believed what I believed / so I lived a lie & tried to convince myself that I thought otherwise

you’ll like it once you try it, you claim / once you learn, once you get out there & start doing it / but I knew otherwise / it’ll be fun / you said / I wanted to say no but instead I kept to myself & just agreed with you & pretended that I wanted to & that I agreed with their disillusions of reality they’d planned for me

but one day it occurred to me that I didn’t want all those things / I just wanted to like what I liked & feel how I felt & believe what I believed / I didn’t want to worry about what you’d think / no / I wasn’t going to worry about what you thought or what another person thought or they or them or anyone else / why should I let other’s opinions define my own?

& with that sudden burst of freedom it occurred to me that I was my own person & I would no longer be defined by others / I would define myself

The Small Things

I realized / while sitting in the sunlight feeling it warming my back & feeling the warmth of it on my face & the breeze blowing thru my hair & watching my dog roll around in pure happiness / that perhaps there was something more / something I had been missing / sometimes I’d see a glimpse or a ghost shadow of it but I never truly saw it

I was too busy looking straight ahead, looking towards the big picture that I didn’t see that the big picture was made up of tiny dots of color painted by fairy bristles, didn’t see that the big joys were all made up of little joys

I could sit there looking at the big picture & seeing what I wanted to be & seeing the big things that I was really looking forwards to, or I could look at the little things – the little joys / & realize that I was successful / & realize that I’d always had everything I thought I lacked

I could open my eyes / & see all the little beautiful things / I could open my eyes / & see myself reflecting back in the green triangle / the smallest things / make up the bigger things / each moment / completes up my dreams

Never Give Up

never give up

you never know just how close

you may be

to your dreams

once I read a story

about a man

who hunted for treasure

so he went out

& found a treasure map

& an island where gold was said to be found

he searched & searched

& dug & dug

& still he couldn’t find the gold

so he gave up

& moved on, declaring the island a failure

& gave his treasure map up

well, the next man who ended up with the map

continued on the search

& three feet from where the first man stopped

digging

& gave up

the gold was found

lots of gold

more than he could ever have imagined

& I remind myself of this story

whenever I fear that nothing is happening

& that nothing will happen

or that my dreams won’t work out

I think about this man

& know I must never give up

for I know that if I ever quit

ever said goodbye to my dreams

my dreams may have been only feet away

I could have been that close

my dreams could be that close right now

& so I will always persevere

I will never give up

Desert Rose

pink & gold & orange & red like a sunset & holding onto the sun as it sets & swirls round the world for another go tomorrow & the last glow of the moon remaining in the early morning skies & wondering why as we drive thru the countrysides & deserts & over rickety bridges & under canyons of golden poetry & words struck by the flint of lightning & sparking into the skies & lighting the stars at night & flashing flares into the foaming form of desert desirous designs / designated by the floatation furnishing of fern-leaf formations, flooding out into the floodgate tapestries / trying / trying / & blooming despite the lack of rain

blooming blooming blooming blooming

oh, rose of the desert

how you shine

(c) 2012 Ashlee Craft

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Before the New Life

 

reaching backwards towards the past –

 

you must end one chapter

before you can begin the next

 

the butterfly must shed the caterpillar’s skin

before it can fly

 

the sun must set

before it can rise again

 

the night must end

before the day begins

 

the fear must leave

before potential can enter

 

the seed must grow

before the blooms appear

 

you must leave the past behind

before you can embrace the future

 

& I, like the sunshine, must move on

  • take a step forwards

before the new life can begin

New

watching the sunrise for the very first time / & freeing the souls captured in the night / I watched the first drops of rain splatter on the dry cracked earth

the dove above me calls / buzzing sound of traffic in the city distance / I feel the beating of the wings of the green dragonfly matching the beating of my heart / looking into the cloudless blue sky another dove joins in harmony flying free amongst the clouds / as I set out to contemplate what is meant to be

the trees rustle their arms in the distance cheering for the breeze to rush by them invigorating & true / safe & sound wrapped up in their warm embraces covered by the sacredness of earth safe safe safe gentle amongst my sisters & brothers / blanketed by the sun but shaded by the trees reverently I regard the spectacle of discovering the destiny of life & friendship / happiness surrounding me, conducting the orchestra of the meadows / flowers dancing in time with the breeze

& I dance with them

Sunrise

waking up to the golden glow of

morning shining &

sparkling

thru my curtains

a brand new day

it’s just the

beginning

eyes bleary & half-closed

in the sacred moments

after a good dream has ended

& you haven’t fully

remembered

reality yet

parting the heaviness of the

blinds & squinting

at the bright fresh morning

the sun

a golden yellow ball

clouds surrounding it

reflecting back the colors

thru the mist upon the glass

opening the window

exhilarated exhilarating

breathing in a full breath

of fresh misty morning air

the day is so filled with

promises

& possibilities

it’s a canvas just waiting to be painted

& you are the artist

paint the morning

with all of your favorite colors

– you are the artist

Build Your Parachute On the Way Down

divest in the dangling & daring adventures & throw the ship out & away from the safe harbor & build your parachute on the way down / do not be afraid to fly / divert your believing eyes into the magical light of the sun’s rays hugging you close / the warm cloak of night like a tent blanket to keep you safe & warm / the new life awaits you / do not be afraid to face it / do not be afraid to fly

the sun doesn’t hesitate to rise on the horizon / the stars don’t hesitate to shine in the sky / the breeze doesn’t hesitate to blow thru the meadows / the flowers don’t hesitate to bloom in the spring / the rain doesn’t wait to fall upon the ground / the shooting stars don’t wait to soar / what are you waiting for?

dance in the delightful deluge of happiness like a monsoon, marvelous & majestic & magical / the royal blue & gray mountains are behind you / you’ve reached the top on your own / you’ve made it to the sacred warmth of the forest once again / but it is time to journey out / & everything will be so easy for you, so beautiful, so wonderful, that it will seem as though it was touched by a golden hand & sprinkled with magic fairy dust / the world will sparkle & shine & everything will align itself perfectly to let you walk thru & experience each beautiful moment in full life color / the stars will dance with you / the music in the air will suddenly reveal itself to you / the moment that you realize that your life will only be as easy or as hard as you want it to be / the moment that you realize that happiness is your decision and you are only as happy as you choose to be / your soul will dance free on the beaches of fine crystal sands near the shimming blue sea the moment that you realize everything is possible

but you have to take the first step / you can’t just sit there & expect things to happen & dreams to come true / sure, you might be afraid to take the plunge / you may be afraid to take the first step, speak the first word, make the first move / but sometimes you just have to jump & build your wings on the way down / sometimes, you just have to fly

Shedding My Cocoon

hiding in the deep dark warmth

cuddled around myself

thinking deep thoughts & breathing slowly

eyes clamped shut against the darkness around me

certain sense of urgency & expectations

like something amazing is about to happen

& somehow I know that the time has come

the time has come to stop this hesitation

the time has come to stop these reservations

the time has come to open my eyes

the time has come to fly

suddenly I hear a sound

a loud sound surrounding me

& the ground beneath me seems to be falling

& I open my eyes to see a glimmer of light thru a crack

in the cocoon

I know it’s time for me to be free

fresh air enters my nostrils

invigorating me as I push towards the opening

& fall out onto the branch below me

in the bright brilliant glorious sunlight

of a brand new day

sitting there blinking & trying to get used to the

sunlight once again as it glints in my eyes so used

to the darkness

I smile

I smile

I smile

knowing that my time to shine has come at last

I try to lift my wings

but they’re a little damp still & don’t do anything

so I sit & contemplate the beauty & the magic of the day

& watch as leaves float from tree branches

in the humid stale marvelous summer afternoon air

in perfect peace

in perfection

my wings are dried

but I’m afraid

afraid that when I try to fly

I’ll fall to the ground

afraid that something will go wrong

or that my rainbow wings won’t work right

afraid that when I fly

it won’t be as amazing as I imagined it would be

afraid of being disappointed

afraid of failing

but the only true failure would be to give up

& only with giving up would I be disappointed

so I must spread my wings

& try

for the time has come to stop this hesitation

& the time has come to stop these reservations

the time has come to open my eyes

the time has come to fly

I spread my wings & flap them in their clumsy newness

& let go of the safe hold on the tree

soaring up into the sunlight

every color in the world reflecting from me

my heart is soaring even higher

& it touches the stars above

it’s even better than I dreamed it would be

it’s even better than I imagined

flying

I’m finally flying

flying towards my destiny

I’m soaring thru the air

finally free

because I took a chance

spread my wings

& soared

 

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A Thousand Cranes

a thousand cranes / a thousand cranes of paper flying in a giant rippling cloud high in the sky / setting out to find their own ways

She, the artistpoet, once took a thousand sheets of paper & placed them on the old oak table, & in the warm lighting of deep afternoon where tiny particles of dust caught the light like a thousand prisms sparkling in the air, folded a thousand paper cranes / taking her time to make each one perfect / putting her heart & soul & love into her work, making each sheet of paper come alive with every fold / & when the cranes were finished, she released them into the world & let them fly free / releasing them so they could do what they had to do

the cranes flew off in the world to make their own fortune & find their own way / circling around the equator & to the countries & oceans & forests & houses & cities, making their way & fluttering thru the skies causing all who saw them to smile / making the people who saw them feel / helping the people who saw them to understand their feelings a little better / making the people who saw them remember what it was like, remember why they began in the first place / making them remember why they had to keep trying / making them notice just a little more of the beauty in the world / showing them the magic

the cranes enjoyed their freedom / soaring & dancing & diving & fluttering all over the world / but one day the cranes longed to go back to the artistpoet / they missed her / she had brought them to life / she had given them so much / she had given them their Dreams / she had given them the chance to fly / it was time they did the same for her / it was time for them to return

the white cranes gathered together & flew as a cloud once again overhead moving on towards the artistpoet’s house in the dark / searching thru alleyways in the big lonely city / & finally there, finding the receiver of the Dream / their artistpoet, creator of beauty in the world & the one who, with every word she spoke, with every brush stroke on canvas, with every smile she gave, the world becomes a little more beautiful / the artistpoet sleeping in the alleyway covered in a blanket of painter’s canvas & old clothes made from ragged poetry / sleeping gently in the light of the moon

& the cranes softly softly softly land surrounding in a circle the artistpoet who continues sleeping unaware of their presence / she stirs a little when the last crane lands but remains in dreamland / the cranes with their bright eyes regarding her with love / waiting no longer

& at that moment the cranes bestowed their gift upon her / the gift of Dreams / the same gift she’d given them years ago when she’d created them / she’d given them the gift of Life / she had taken sheets of paper & constructed them into beautiful things / she had made something magical out of nothing / she had sent beauty out into the world / & now her cranes looked upon her smiling at her softly / bestowing upon her The Dream & everything she’d need to be able to go after her Dream / strength hope optimism happiness determination & most of all Courage

the cranes filled the whole alleyway & were illuminated brightly by the moonlight seeming to glow in the darkness & forming a protective circle around their artistpoet

at that moment, the Dream now belonged to her & she woke up, sitting up quickly & heart pounding fast / seeing surrounding her the thousand cranes she’d created but they had blossomed in their absence & had grown with each day & now were Real Cranes / they sat, eyes looking into eyes, silence filling the alleyway & the still air surrounding them / silence quivering as if waiting for something

the artistpoet felt different than she had in a long time / she felt ecstatic / she felt Possible / she felt stonger than ever before in her life as she regarded the beauty she’d created in the world / her works of art had come back to her, come back to her to bestow upon her the love she’d imbued into each fold / & at that moment she felt the purest love rising inside her for the love they were giving back to her / & she uttered softly “Thank You”

the first crane she’d folded slowly approached & reached out its neck to her / she touched it feeling a spark that could only be described as Magic / & then she gently climbed onto its back & the cranes took off as one fluttering glittering gossamer cloud / they flew & circled round in the night near the moon & the artistpoet touched one of the sparkling stars & stardust sprinkled down upon her shoulders / flying flying flying onwards as a huge cloud of Possible / & when daylight neared the cranes brought her back to the alleyway & set her down gently upon the pavement in the alleyway

she looked to the cranes looked deep into their eyes / & she thanked them again, knowing that whenever she needed them again, they’d be waiting for her to bestow upon her once more The Dream & remind her of why she’d begun in the first place

Infusions of Innocent Stories

infusions of innocence, stories & silence written upon the blank pages of paper, written out desires & questions brewing behind the surfaces of treasured coves of golden waters / yearning & sitting on the edge of the ocean, feet dangling into the water & remembering remembrances into the deep blue sea & looking up at the sky, sun upon your face & the seabreeze upon your face / closing your eyes & picturing the next words, reopening them to record them forever on the paper / writing / but midway thru, realizing that the story isn’t going the way you want it to go / it’s all wrong & you realize it’s not what you want, but what other people want you to want / it’s not you & you know it, realizing it suddenly midway thru the novel you’re writing upon the shadows of paper / & right then & there, you stop & the story turns around / you write the next sentence of the new beginning / you smile to yourself & write this new story, looking back briefly upon the old story & seeing how the scenes fit in with the new story, but not letting the original direction determine the ending of the story / & upon the seashore as you write your story, you see the answers between your book & real life, & suddenly you find the answers you sought

A Meshing of Sounds

sounds swirling around

coming from the old record player

sitting on the dusty floor

of the old attic

& hearing from the downstairs

the sound of rock music

played loudly from someone’s bedroom speakers

boom-boom-boom of bass & pounding of drums

& then down the street

hearing the sound coming in faintly

thru the opened window

the solo choir singer practicing in her bedroom

& me standing in the dusty attic

with the old record player on the floor

warm sound of vinyl & the soulful rock below & crisp clear vocals

blend together

with the makeshift rhapsodic melody

of perfection

Floral Surprise

reaching out empty handed

away from the past

the soft pillow which I’ve rested my head on many times

when the time itself proved to filled with boredom

& I was sleepy from the tiring way things were

but getting up at the ring of the alarm clock

jumping out of bed & hurrying towards the window

where the bright sacred yellow glow

of the sunrise was just shining in

basking in the light

looking out the window & into the busy happy street

& seeing the bright surprise of flowers

blooming in the windowbox

That Person

yesterday I was sitting there

questioning & wondering as my mind wandered

that person that I always wanted to be

one of those intensely passionate people

who know where they’re going in life

who can be anything & do anything

who believes in themself unconditionally

who trusts that there is always a way

vows to find a way, & if there’s not, makes one

the one who’s always happy

the one with the perfect life

the person I’ve always wanted to be

what if I already am that person?

what if I’ve always been

but it just took me until now to see that?

Raindrops in Tree Hollows

raindrops dripping from soaked leaves into the deep dark hollows of trees hidden from the light / meshings of magical escapes played out amongst traffic lights of freshly lit candles & sitting on the edge of the porch in the rainstorm, watching the rain drip drip drip down & smiling / the gentle sound of rain falling & splashing against the tin roof of my house, beautiful melodic music drifting downwards to me, & the melody of raindrops in that tree hollow echoing & reverberating throughout the darkened sky / absolute magnitude of freshly mown grass & fruits of your labors laid out of the heavy wooden table & vases of flowers laid out in the sunlightt / trees sprouting upwards in the rain & the smell of fresh rain fresh rain / metropolitan messages scrawled out on suburban subway corridors, writing in dark ink & remaining basking in this darkness of hidden poetry waiting for the beautiful eye of look upon it & make some meaning of it / trusting in the silver medallion of great things & smiling at the turning of the clock’s hands, written & writing down with the passage of time, new memories as the rain drops drip drop ticking off seconds of time but delving into them delicious beauty / rhythm of raindrops amongst the trees & soaking the ground / & then me going back inside to the warm safeness & solitude of my bed / falling asleep to the sound of raindrops mingling with Jazz

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A Thousand Cranes by Ashlee Craft

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Cranes in the Night

 

the artist-poet

sitting on the porch steps out back

of the old Victorian house she inhabits

looking out towards the secret garden

where many magical things have happened

& the aroma of blossoming flowers

& the sound of frogs & crickets

& the smell of the cool night air

surrounding her as she looks out towards

the sky

waiting for

her one thousand paper cranes

to return to her again

 

she knows something wonderful is about to happen

 

 

Oh, the Stars

 

oh you beautiful wonderful things

dancing in the starlight, celestial & celebrated

hallowed moon in the sky million-universes circling

& swimming in the wave pool

twinkle in the sky eyes peering thru from behind a dark curtain

there just for me to look at

all of it there for me

just as it’s all there for you & everyone one else

living or lived or ever will live

 

light & air light & air

pretty thoughts flowing thru my head

in a world filled with books & music & animals

watch the fireworks alight

illuminating the silent night’s dusty corridors hidden within

the alleyways mistaken & forgotten

until suddenly being brought to light again

underscored by passages into secret gardens

unrelated to eclectic ecstasies unspoken under moonlight

in puddles reflecting the light all around us like

a million diamonds; the jewelry I’d rather wear

setting alight the flowers tucked gently into my hair

glowing in the sun nurtured by the life around me

like fireworks flying endlessly forever onwards onwards on

setting alight the hopes & dreams inside of us

oh, you wonderful things

oh, the stars

 

Turning to Face

 

I’ve run so far / I’ve ran I’ve ran / suddenly creeping / mysterious sounds in the night / like black panthers hiding in jungle trees / stars shining only in darkness / raindrops running down windowpanes / rainbow coming out in the after-rain mist / running down the soaking pavement wearing sopping tennis shoes shoes slapping against the pavement in the pouring pouring pouring rain / rain soaking my skin rain soaking my hair rushing rushing rushing onwards / covered in this cloak of rain heart pounding / I’m running back to where I should be / I’m running back towards what I left behind / it’s time to stop running away / it’s time to stop running away from it all / it’s time to face it

 

A Beautiful Morning

 

22 – Sunday – 8:29 a.m.

 

I walked along in the morning light

the wet grass bathed my feet

I looked down & saw dewdrops each harboring tiny rainbows

 

he walked along in the went sand

his feet left tiny prints behind

a mockingbird called overhead, & we turned to go home

 

I saw an earthworm on the sidewalk

struggling to cross it before the sun would soon be overbearing

I picked it up & brought it back home to my garden

 

I saw a flower trying to bloom but the soil was dry

I brought it a glass of water from inside my house

& I watched the flower grow big & strong & beautiful

 

I went back inside & ate a nice breakfast

while eating I planned what I would do that day & smiled

today was going to be a beautiful day

 

A Hundred Thousand Universes

 

don’t you know how wonderful & amazing you are?

With your shining eyes & illuminating smile

with the happy way you go thru life & the way you face it all & stand up when you need to?

with your musical laugh & your beautiful body & the way you make people feel happy too?

with the way you care about everyone & the way everyone loves you back?

with the way you look at each day as an adventure & the way you stop & smell the roses & how you make your own sunshine when you can’t find any?

can’t you see how amazing & perfect you are

you’ve got a hundred thousand tiny universe all growing & glowing inside you

a hundred thousand tiny universes

 

I Think What it Needs

 

overlying quantity hazy summer evening of holding onto ^ no more holding onto it all ^ the grasps of the dusty hand rails upon the train platform as it jumps on & on & on thru the night wishing on the odyssey of stars / multiple colors of acrylic paint & a jar full of paintbrushes & a spray bottle & cozy piles of blankets & orange checkered cases of wood handled teacups & heart-print ribbons pots of glue & a cup of green tea / snappy solitudes secreted daring & dancing frenetically in gray prison cells made of lies but can be melted & broken out of simply by asking for a candle / a decree of nestling newborn birds never-ending stories writing on leaves recording the histories in the barks of trees & in the supple rippling of riverside waves / working flawlessly to grow the American angelica trees with composted fertilizer & drops of rain collected in metal buckets # drip drop drip drop on & on & on # with their tin can hats & the questions on the table in the forest laid down before the great queen & reborn renewal / nominees of trustees tresses in the sea cabinet depositing grains of sand one by one into the black-hole basin punctuated only by the turning of the world / doves cooing & cheering in the rafters / drifters drifting on rivers on their rafts build of wooden planks / convincing someone else to do the necessary work

 

What are You Waiting For?

 

the sun is rising!

what are you waiting for?

the moon is growing over the hill!

what are you waiting for?

the stars are passing by flying by wishing stars!

what are you waiting for?

people are dreaming new dreams!

what are you waiting for?

the world is turning, the day is dawning &

night is coming to a close

what are you waiting for?

you’ve waited so long

you’ve waited & waited for things to change

or to find motivation

but still

what are you waiting for?

 

well

the time has come to

stop WAITING

& start

DOING

start

BEING

start LOVING

start

//// Living \\\\

 

Happened to Be There

 

alcoves aloof in their mysteries, jealous of secret tunnels underground where drunked sailors sing their sea-tunes & stampede thru corridors of broken down glass doors & old abandoned lemonade stands / gaining ground worried for world-renowned offers to authors writing constantly upon old typewriters trying to create random springs of genius hitting & missing mischievous exploding nebulas in ocean-eyed skies tramped upon by silver slits in gold showing beneath it, the gold’s true worth / questioning everything you see & wondering where you went wrong or if you went right, why you’re on the road you’re on & where you’re even heading at all / frantically wandering about darkened roads at night questioning questioning some more boxcars clicking along tracks & rivers rushing rushing rushing, rustling past you & night owls flying & hooting overhead, frogs calling to each other in the swamp / & amongst the cacophony & chaos & jarring discord

answers

 

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A Lie Cannot Live in the Starless Midnight, Part One – Poetry Reading by Ashlee Craft

A Lie Cannot Live in the Starless Midnight, Part I

a lie cannot live in the starless midnight –

which plagues humanity in the darkened crevice hate hate hate darkened alleyways at midnight where soap operatic devices play out on sheets of cardboard caught by the wind & thrown under the tires of a passing vehicle remote & confined & chained away

which hides within the folds of emotions which nobody can bear to look into the mirrors of the changing tides within the brick & mortar subdivisions in the economic train wreck down the line & out the door just as the big boss screams “You’re Fired!” & a mistaken horn blows into the air as the farmer’s market crashes

which removes the common need for good white the clear pure depths of a baby’s soul & teaches them that it’s a dog-eat-dog world & they better be careful & not trust anybody & you can never really be happy because there’s someone out there who’s less fortunate than you / but in truth unless you learn those things aren’t true & you can be happy, you can’t make anybody else feel the same way

which takes our children & puts the guns in the hand & teaches them to kill & that they must keep up with narrow minded escapades of falsetto wisdom & remote lessons hidden in the brainwashing stations on parole & in jail

which steps onto the platform & fires the winner’s shotgun / I read beautiful poetry on the subways just to hear the words echo without sunlight & create sunlight for themselves to be illuminated with

do not be fooled into thinking that love is blind & that you are bound from loving your brothers & your sisters / taxi cabs flit between the buildings beating wings of iron bars & steely teeth waiting to grab you up & put you back in place when you’re trying to get away from

I stood with my hands in my pockets praying for wisdom & holding onto a plastic ticket up against a brick wall as steam from the buildings & the cars in the street mingled with the cool night air / I looked out expectantly into the city jungle jungle of people where everybody was wandering around aimless & unsure of their destinies

moving from the brick wall I stepped off the curb & quietly crossed the street / thoughts crossed my mind I realized I didn’t know where I was going either / fear crept in where was I going where was I go what was I do why was I even standing here what was the meaning to it all / a billboard selling some kind of masking paint lit up sinister upon the horizon / the cars around be honked & buzzed senses on full alert but not knowing anything

I stood confused amidst utter chaos / the cool night air wrapped around me like a blanket & I took a breath of fresh fresh air breathing / breathing / my soul breathed but still I didn’t know which direction to take which street was safe which street I should step onto

breathing…movies playing out in silhouettes across the bricks & garnered thru the mist on the horizon, dancing in the streets without name without a game & without fame / I noticed in the dusk a singular soul stampeding across the street & flinging the shopping bags into the sewer sewer sewer startling the sleeping nun sitting on the sidewalk holding her face in her hands removing the bad habit she once had & letting her hair hang free

the dusk was surprising & sweet & seemingly profound & misunderstood in the misty crevices of the tortured night & like sweet success startled when found under the smooth silken stone in the middle of the forest / the glare of the streetlamp reflected from the tops of the buildings where illuminating the lovers, were like candles floating near the lost ship at sea in the ocean / standing standing alone but connected

a helpless mother clasped the hands of two children while several more were toted behind her not having enough money to take the taxi I noticed the children lagged behind in the street & their mother called them back to return to their safe home / I watched as they entered their tiny apartment complex building blocks strewn in the front yard & I smiled they were home safe / the dark loomed like a monster in the streets but I was not afraid

peeking around the corner I saw a man with one leg limping thru the street rhythmically stumbling over the boardwalk steps on the sidewalk & a tear fell from his eye

the tear landed on the pavement & exploded outwards in the twilight like a star shattering into the night / I saw a thousand crystals shatter many people died unjustly at that very moment & a chill of sorrow passed thru me & like lightning into the sidewalk jolting me awake / the sleeping bum five feet from me abruptly awoke as if struck by lighting lightning passing from me & clearing away his sleep laden visions & he asked me if I could spare a penny / I saw pure humanity & a lost soul in front of me pure pure pure & I emptied my shopping bags into his lap telling him to take it all he needed it more than me

his smile illuminated the city

my heart pounded in my throat & beat with the vibes of HUMANITY as a cloud passed thru the misty eyed buildings growing grey & stony towards the storming skyscrapers tall tall tall tall / soul of the city

peering thru the darkness I could not make my name out or see my face in the crowd of cowardly & desperate strangers I’d always dreamed of being a part of until I saw who they really were the lost souls lost souls lost souls & knew it wasn’t the place for me / they stood huddled in the darkness in the middle of the business street where cars passed by a million miles per hour drunken & not looking & risked their lives to stand there & try to be part of the designated group / I stood under the street light illuminated around the edges & behind a thick but invisible barrier which protected me from the emotionless vehicles / steely teeth & fear invoked in the boom-box-rattle-rattle

there was no place for me against the rough & tumble beat up beat down dead lonesome empty streets / lost souls filed out from the bars & gambling places while others in their pain & moaning about the state of the wall blocking their path thru the streets stumbled & fell / people grabbing onto the bricks of the buildings as the sidewalks around them fall fall fall down into the sewers & they do everything they can to reach away from the bottle which threatened to slowly blind them but still, they take what they can get / those who steal from the pockets of the innocent passerby & then stand alone crying over the troubles & hurt pain pain pain piano wood smashed crushed under the feeling of the passing truck whizzing thru the tarry sandpits, those who know nothing but the thievery & do nothing to stop the demolishment of most of their souls but still a tiny speak grain of sand in the middle of the ocean fed depths remains & lives / but like a flower must be nurtured before it is TOO LATE / I could do nothing to help these lost souls if I too were one of them / a white dove wearing the sign of Pieces walked ahead of me & somehow guided me towards a golden storefront from where a street front harmonica player played from an amplified cardboard box / tune floated magically & somehow into my ears where it traveled the English Channels & hit the core of my emotions like a ship gently reaching land after impossible journey in my outer visions which haunted me in my dreams

I stepped into a coffee stop seeking something profound it was midnight almost & streets were still so dark even after I stood in the spotlight & I needed to be somewhere but where should I go I wandered thru the night

the musician took the stage & strumming his guitar recited the sacred poetry my ears came alive & time froze / I heard everything in his song – love hope poetry music life death forgiveness joy sorrow desolation loneliness darkness light fraud lies irony freedom peace a spiritual experience to say the least & everything seemed light I saw an eternity which I’d been seeking for so long but never found, never grasped gently in my hands & held to my face gently so gently never did I feel more connected & I’d found a friend / somebody finally really understood me the depths & caverns of my emotions & I was in love at the deepest level who I could relate to more than anybody I’d ever noticed & was sure I would never find somebody more my twin / I listened with my soul the circle was completed as I drummed the rhythm on the underside of the ebony table before me / my eyes noticed it was daylight out & my feet knew where I had to go suddenly I knew where my destiny laid I walked from the coffee stop & picked up the sacred guitar sitting in the golden case outside the door, which waiting for me all along I just never saw it / poetry came alive thirty-first day of the fifth month / my eyes were awake my mind was awake my emotions were awake a new world was awake / I was destined to discover myself as I watched my soul being born again / I strummed the guitar with the rhythm & beating of the heart in my chest & suddenly everything was profound & possible

raise me up raise me up raise me up raise me up raise me up raise me up

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A Lie Cannot Live in the Starless Midnight, Part I

a lie cannot live in the starless midnight –

which plagues humanity in the darkened crevice hate hate hate darkened alleyways at midnight where soap operatic devices play out on sheets of cardboard caught by the wind & thrown under the tires of a passing vehicle remote & confined & chained away

which hides within the folds of emotions which nobody can bear to look into the mirrors of the changing tides within the brick & mortar subdivisions in the economic train wreck down the line & out the door just as the big boss screams “You’re Fired!” & a mistaken horn blows into the air as the farmer’s market crashes

which removes the common need for good white the clear pure depths of a baby’s soul & teaches them that it’s a dog-eat-dog world & they better be careful & not trust anybody & you can never really be happy because there’s someone out there who’s less fortunate than you / but in truth unless you learn those things aren’t true & you can be happy, you can’t make anybody else feel the same way

which takes our children & puts the guns in the hand & teaches them to kill & that they must keep up with narrow minded escapades of falsetto wisdom & remote lessons hidden in the brainwashing stations on parole & in jail

which steps onto the platform & fires the winner’s shotgun / I read beautiful poetry on the subways just to hear the words echo without sunlight & create sunlight for themselves to be illuminated with

do not be fooled into thinking that love is blind & that you are bound from loving your brothers & your sisters / taxi cabs flit between the buildings beating wings of iron bars & steely teeth waiting to grab you up & put you back in place when you’re trying to get away from

I stood with my hands in my pockets praying for wisdom & holding onto a plastic ticket up against a brick wall as steam from the buildings & the cars in the street mingled with the cool night air / I looked out expectantly into the city jungle jungle of people where everybody was wandering around aimless & unsure of their destinies

moving from the brick wall I stepped off the curb & quietly crossed the street / thoughts crossed my mind I realized I didn’t know where I was going either / fear crept in where was I going where was I go what was I do why was I even standing here what was the meaning to it all / a billboard selling some kind of masking paint lit up sinister upon the horizon / the cars around be honked & buzzed senses on full alert but not knowing anything

I stood confused amidst utter chaos / the cool night air wrapped around me like a blanket & I took a breath of fresh fresh air breathing / breathing / my soul breathed but still I didn’t know which direction to take which street was safe which street I should step onto

breathing…movies playing out in silhouettes across the bricks & garnered thru the mist on the horizon, dancing in the streets without name without a game & without fame / I noticed in the dusk a singular soul stampeding across the street & flinging the shopping bags into the sewer sewer sewer startling the sleeping nun sitting on the sidewalk holding her face in her hands removing the bad habit she once had & letting her hair hang free

the dusk was surprising & sweet & seemingly profound & misunderstood in the misty crevices of the tortured night & like sweet success startled when found under the smooth silken stone in the middle of the forest / the glare of the streetlamp reflected from the tops of the buildings where illuminating the lovers, were like candles floating near the lost ship at sea in the ocean / standing standing alone but connected

a helpless mother clasped the hands of two children while several more were toted behind her not having enough money to take the taxi I noticed the children lagged behind in the street & their mother called them back to return to their safe home / I watched as they entered their tiny apartment complex building blocks strewn in the front yard & I smiled they were home safe / the dark loomed like a monster in the streets but I was not afraid

peeking around the corner I saw a man with one leg limping thru the street rhythmically stumbling over the boardwalk steps on the sidewalk & a tear fell from his eye

the tear landed on the pavement & exploded outwards in the twilight like a star shattering into the night / I saw a thousand crystals shatter many people died unjustly at that very moment & a chill of sorrow passed thru me & like lightning into the sidewalk jolting me awake / the sleeping bum five feet from me abruptly awoke as if struck by lighting lightning passing from me & clearing away his sleep laden visions & he asked me if I could spare a penny / I saw pure humanity & a lost soul in front of me pure pure pure & I emptied my shopping bags into his lap telling him to take it all he needed it more than me

his smile illuminated the city

my heart pounded in my throat & beat with the vibes of HUMANITY as a cloud passed thru the misty eyed buildings growing grey & stony towards the storming skyscrapers tall tall tall tall / soul of the city

peering thru the darkness I could not make my name out or see my face in the crowd of cowardly & desperate strangers I’d always dreamed of being a part of until I saw who they really were the lost souls lost souls lost souls & knew it wasn’t the place for me / they stood huddled in the darkness in the middle of the business street where cars passed by a million miles per hour drunken & not looking & risked their lives to stand there & try to be part of the designated group / I stood under the street light illuminated around the edges & behind a thick but invisible barrier which protected me from the emotionless vehicles / steely teeth & fear invoked in the boom-box-rattle-rattle

there was no place for me against the rough & tumble beat up beat down dead lonesome empty streets / lost souls filed out from the bars & gambling places while others in their pain & moaning about the state of the wall blocking their path thru the streets stumbled & fell / people grabbing onto the bricks of the buildings as the sidewalks around them fall fall fall down into the sewers & they do everything they can to reach away from the bottle which threatened to slowly blind them but still, they take what they can get / those who steal from the pockets of the innocent passerby & then stand alone crying over the troubles & hurt pain pain pain piano wood smashed crushed under the feeling of the passing truck whizzing thru the tarry sandpits, those who know nothing but the thievery & do nothing to stop the demolishment of most of their souls but still a tiny speak grain of sand in the middle of the ocean fed depths remains & lives / but like a flower must be nurtured before it is TOO LATE / I could do nothing to help these lost souls if I too were one of them / a white dove wearing the sign of Pieces walked ahead of me & somehow guided me towards a golden storefront from where a street front harmonica player played from an amplified cardboard box / tune floated magically & somehow into my ears where it traveled the English Channels & hit the core of my emotions like a ship gently reaching land after impossible journey in my outer visions which haunted me in my dreams

I stepped into a coffee stop seeking something profound it was midnight almost & streets were still so dark even after I stood in the spotlight & I needed to be somewhere but where should I go I wandered thru the night

the musician took the stage & strumming his guitar recited the sacred poetry my ears came alive & time froze / I heard everything in his song – love hope poetry music life death forgiveness joy sorrow desolation loneliness darkness light fraud lies irony freedom peace a spiritual experience to say the least & everything seemed light I saw an eternity which I’d been seeking for so long but never found, never grasped gently in my hands & held to my face gently so gently never did I feel more connected & I’d found a friend / somebody finally really understood me the depths & caverns of my emotions & I was in love at the deepest level who I could relate to more than anybody I’d ever noticed & was sure I would never find somebody more my twin / I listened with my soul the circle was completed as I drummed the rhythm on the underside of the ebony table before me / my eyes noticed it was daylight out & my feet knew where I had to go suddenly I knew where my destiny laid I walked from the coffee stop & picked up the sacred guitar sitting in the golden case outside the door, which waiting for me all along I just never saw it / poetry came alive thirty-first day of the fifth month / my eyes were awake my mind was awake my emotions were awake a new world was awake / I was destined to discover myself as I watched my soul being born again / I strummed the guitar with the rhythm & beating of the heart in my chest & suddenly everything was profound & possible

raise me up raise me up raise me up raise me up raise me up raise me up

Drinking Up Silver Silence

I sat in the silver silence & ignored the fellow man standing reprimanding on the rum jug simplicity of ruthless anger the jug hits the wall & shattered into a hundred stars which reflect the moonlight in the brown borrowed tavern / the roasted smell of summer time duties & hollowed wardrobes forgotten & financed & held at arms length in front of the poetic supposition & the supplemental watershed greatness & TORNADO alleyways & gemstone sitting on the glass eyed steps of the coliseum beneath the towers & the helpless Rembrandt painting being carried away by the hawks / the flying sound in the forgotten alleyway paves forth the removal of the simple human qualities & brings in new lies deceptive dirty dangerous darkened / the glass shovel sands beneath the dark eyed monk at dawn in the college ground castles forthcoming thru the evening windmill yelling into the wind to no avail greatly stopped up by the supple & stumped disease of LIES & trapped beneath the WINDOWSILLS hidden in marigold penny boxes & piggy banks all over the USA

plasticized lottery yoyo in the haiku waters under the desolate bridge jumpers prepare for suicide & trade quarters with ghosts & embarrass the directing wind with the scent of melted sunshine sifting thru the deepened waters & the yellow alleyway sunrise bright & naked / jaunt thru the flowers & pledge & parade thru the park carrying your protest posters & stomping on the holiday wind speed ignominy & property of the gifted distance / the runner stands in silhouette outlined in the rising sun & runs thru the rampant sprinklers as the farmers emerge from their burrows & crouch along the pansies to keep out of the light / I stood at attention & removed the lost city from Sicily’s depths.

trials & tribulations laid out on brick stone hard-to-see nonsense carried out in the dead of the night with only the white moon hiding in the sky / jumping thru the water stream in the household of wisdom / trespassing thru the showers & under the turned tables

far out wonder greatness yodeling down mountain top streams under the dreary design of emperor tornado trash can triumphs & totaling the damage with a silver pen with golden ink on the side of the building / graffiti & groaning down the building’s ledge under cigarette smoke halo golden city golden bridge mistaken hand & warranting the stream down stream meaningless mess / several merchants & mistaken mailmen fraternize against the breeze as truck stop warrior jumps out & throws the golden flame into the sea & drives off into the sunset / hurried heroes rush forward & realize they are not saving they are being saved / the drama unfolds as suddenly the protester silences them all when he says the truth & everybody follows him & listens to what is really happening in the forest / Northwestern loggers fighting & rumbling down hills on bulldozers & then reconciling in the middle of it all – wind up women & traversing tramps remodel LOVE & silence the HATE in the mindless harrowing adventurer’s joke stand / tv remote 100 things in a book 200 things left behind & 1,000 mistakes laid out on golden paper exploded & smuggled into starry cosmos extraordinaire / newspaper newscaster secrets on the golden idol’s demise worthless paper worthless paper worthless paper worthless papered sunset pampering the pretty pretense perfect falsity in golden gown revealing

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