The Morning

A huge loss
of
my fellow man
63
never out
and celebrating the true spirit
of
AU.

Feet of Steel and Wings of a feather

It was that in the
deep set blue
a
disaster at Sea and the mapping of the floor.

Abdul weaved
words
into patterns.

Shall we row the Boat.

Or fly a kite higher
than nowhere.

To probably
the
farthest reaches of Gravity
to
understand that the pull beyond the night Planet
lost
in its ellipse
of rotation

The 10th
does
an
astronomical unit
called
AU.

Fathom the thought
of a very scientific theory.

Debris of Time
flotsam worth
nectar.

Nowhere to be
found.

The King Tolstoy

Martin
was the name
and Tolstoy was first named Leo.

Also wrote a short story titled
A spark neglected
burns
;
had to Goodle it eventually--
says--
the house.

The wrong
of right
cannot be decimated
by the balance of power.

Or to explain a cartoon
which explicates
hung
of
a
session.

A side called
a new of gravity.

AU is, in fact, Astronomical Units
designed to measure near-infinite spaces.

The proposition that
there is
an
10th planet is rogue.

The debris of float
alternating an ellipse
seemingly
a higher pull from
above
than
Earthly
confirms to Laws of Gravity.

Thus the darkness yet holds
the nature of the beyond planets.

Or a whim
of fancy.

A new paradigm

world wide love

my copyright with the bard.

The Escape

Is dark to the unknown
never been never seen
as the
seed
which
grows.

The ball of the game
the game of the ball,
should the bullet sotp
before ir flies.

An intentional word
for
new'
sotp signs.

Laugh if we can.

The Journey to no where

To give back the due
as if
we
live
as
we
wish
not on the word of thought
or glory
of
morning joy.

The slides of jagged rocks and
a bus snaking
to the oblivion
of rocks.

The beat of rhythm
and the lull.

If there were
a space which
not being
fluid
escapes
the tide.

A new edge

A  denomination of statistics
a few play on word
its time scape quest.

The 90 against a faltering
45 or so
spiralling to a new game
of
conduit.

The 30 claimed
and the pride
of the
m
in
there
or where.

It is
a
new
camel
that
works in the hot sun
when
most people
are probably
waiting to do cruise.

The A is
between the 85 claimed
by
the other
not so other
and sliding
to
the thirty percent from far east.

2:18 WST

If Abdul
did party he did like
proud.

To be a Nawab was
class
enough
and get the extra x
in
listening
to
J
minus one.

The Ballards of modern times
the carnival
of desire.

Somebody lost

A LULLABY
to dent you to sleep
and
let leave that loss of kites
to
not your self
nor the Other.

The lost is
gone long
and no
sort of rude like underwear word
can
bring sleep
to
the keepers of fortune.

The blue is not spoken,
dare
not
whispered.

Lest
Oceans crumble or
Lava stop
machines will hold.

To tell
some non stories
of never lost or found people

An linguistic proposition

A' comes after or before nothing
or in the
order of Language
first in place.

Then do latter
like
I
for example.

As ditto to the
new avenues of
thought.

Never lost never found

The story of loss
never found nor gained
the shirt which did not have a front
on a nose
or some form of so called e connectivity.

The front is first
and the
underwear last.

The shirt comes in between
we
do not blow the drum of triumph when
the
sings have not been correct weight.

Correct weight, I mean.

Easy to take a time away
hard
to
give
little erasers like
tide of speed
locked
and done
no time to breathe
done
this beau
dream.

Little peoeple never read Gulliver

The tale of the Tub


In the land of ever lie
grew
a
flower.

The followers
followed
till
the
last pollen was gone
and they slept
after
some pain in the head
and others
in the gullet
or in the
back of their
bodies.

Gastro
Neuro
or a stroke of luck.

The cold is the war
and
repeat
is the massacre
but
who cares
about this mother world.

Can you change it?

Defined clearly

Language Post the so called cold war
which languishing in the hidden corridors
has emerged
anew
casting shadows and generating new sign.

Cold has a signification, not heard of before
as though
it never happened
and yet it rears its head as did that serpent of Nizam.

The ode is such;
there was an incident
the Mother of Pearls
did one fine day
decide to leave the palace.

The ramparts of the forts stood still
as she the mother of Fortune
shimmered in the dark.

Yet the sleeping guard
could not fathom the light.

He stood and asked,
What can I do?

The voice was clear,
Can your my dear Sir,let the gate open!

Unfathomed this question
had just the answer.

Dear Lady,
me a keeper
should not let anybody out.

But can I ask his
Highness if
this is
possible.

This were his possible last words
and
he repeated it
to a waking Prince
and was
answered with a swoosh.

The word was such
the soldier
never reported the permission to go
and she stood the keeper of fortune
at the gates
to
get
an answer from the
dead.

And this is how the
beginning of the end began.

She stayed but out of courtesy
to show that word counts.

A show of drama
and no questions asked.

It is a first evidence of no-flight
a root
of
Shirt-front.

Easy lies and half truths
if only one was lost
credibility could be
assigned
to
a company gone rouge.

Where can I search for the remnants of
somebody
down in
water
or air.

Ethereal spaces these the corridors
of
power
often corrupting and
misleading
like the serpent
and the
never lost
truth.

Light reading from me fave text

Ms Cath's (2010) text,pg 114-5 is thus;

Poet

Dance floor
11:45 pm

Maybe

A good light read and
also
a new
font introduced
in text.

Refer to Graffiti Moon.