Sequence

[Xlyer]

The timing wasn’t right.A big mold inside a tiny being. The brain records for a lifetime.
 Convoluted together, being constant iridescent light.
Discerning left from right, and up from down.Understanding forms and physical boundaries: the tech of technicality.
The patterns are formulaic; some are ill founded while others rarely waver.   Distort the sequence find the slip.If any, some methods are fool proof.
The fool dreams endlessly.The wise make practical dreams.
The determined achieve both by any means.
I have yet to be… cause?Start over. (I was holding back on this one. but eh there it is.)

[bit shiny]

yes from which side wisdom ?

[bit shiny]

the bosom

[Xlyer]

and it was a good day. jk.*ahem*
Actually it did make me think during break.(bosom..bosom? breasts? Yeah I like those. Wait.. This is not related to that. Nourishment from the breast? Infants. Birth. Chest. Swell. Dwell. Inside. Then come out. No i dont think its that complicated. Whats beneath the bosom? The heart of course! Its on the left side too. Creativity. Intuitiveness. Death. I'm not sure about that. This doesn't necessarily connect to that...Well, actually it just might. Well back to work..) [Not verbatim, this is about all i remember. And much less sporadic]I got a good feeling about it though so thanks.

[bit shiny]

the fool the wise and the determined

dance for each other

each one finds the dance

the dance belongs to each one

each has their own style of dance

each born with something different

the light dances within and outside

touching each other

that was a dance i see in your words

and ill gladly dance for you too

the flame growing

inside the mold outside the mold till no

difference

that dancing moth

could stare at its own reflection all day if it so chose

the tools cast on that path

the path cast those tools

back and forth

even the joker gets a look in

yet whats dancing all along

from another angle

makes the reflection dance on further

into this wind

stop the wind ?

not for me

cast no reflection or still water

not for me

cast you faith here

cast your faith there

and stand and stare as you cast another through

the stare

so stare

its not about you

its about me

its about the wind

its about three

dancing that way

in the middle of a trafficked way

not a closet hung bunch of balony

that wafts its own smell through luvers

about face

wind

pirrhouette

how ever you spell it

watching

mosquitoes are thick here

dense volume

per capita

makes me move

a lot

responsibility

outside the roller door

the rain comes and goes

and leaves puddles on the floor

i will share that

i cant decifer it just go with that

i can share though

ill try

[bit shiny]

that s it

it s that

solar system

pattern forming centrifical

unifying forces

underlying

suns

dancing dots

merging panaramic views

squiggly zig zag arabic type writing almost in view

those crisp notes

and the swooshing sound

the plug pulled on

that nagual hole through

thats what itll do

bring it through that

to you

unordered order

cutesy pom poms and pressures applied

the sky gods talking

to through you

there are so many mosquitoes here in this swamp im not kidding

and noises

frogs speak loudly

standing in the swamp

swamp people

we could dream and dream there

yet well walk

back to the orbit

itll be as such

that merging universes will complement each other then

thats the only way i can see that in the swamp

[Xlyer]

(words shiny.)
Feel anew all the while life is the same.
Zen centered: words abrupt.Caught writing feelings conveyed to everyone.
Interpret it as you feel.Paint a picture with it.In your mind.Let us sing this song.For the world.Terribly.
Empty again let me forget.
All these thoughts that lead me to grey.Sobbing quietly while mad men lead the lambs astray.Burnt umber brains smoldering at wayside.Some belch and yell delicious.I decide ideals over ambition.
Earths tears spanning several thousand years.Since sense gained being.Then being decided it was sense.That'sre I get lost in it.
Sighing at the sky while time passes by.Words and thoughts.
Until life decides I'm done.
(This was quickly put down. Lets continue...)

[bit shiny]

yes from whence came shall whence return

lilluminated holographic back drop spiraling

tone

the information receding and approaching as it were

locally zoned

thats the information highway

climbing in timing

so the water salt and grey

or fresh and play

drinky drink

ambition is a niggling within

that each carries a stone

having drifted away

restoring this life s drink

get behind the push and help

along the way

decided for the self

burden of self interest away

lousy words tiredom s play


so play

the bow i found

as a mosquitoes bite

holes on board the board

patching

a rama lama

travelling oceans of time to find you

the counterclockwise and clockwise

the central point

crosses the eyes

miriad lenses arrivee on cue

the waiting at the airport lounge

the information to get through

thats the glory of thats the glory of

each one grabs the elephants leg !

wallahpah

wallalaphant

each legs divided

now as the stride united and divided

grasp the leGs

each of them all

leave the string at home

and the serious nature

its a heavy stone

stone stone stone

light flight sink below

each knows what they know

and cant be told

drop it

the stone

drop it

drop pebble

leave bread crumbs

the fire red truck

and the effect on pluck

an ounce of pluck is worth a ton of luck

[bit shiny]

make no mistake

and don't twist this

to your own sight

as much as you like

signed

"gods "

messenger

the idea of

"movement"

and

"stasis"

degeneration

i only tell you as i don't want you to misunderstand

outside those walls

the rediculous nature of my claim will assure

you of your sanity

for sure

and yet

[bit shiny]

“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a castle. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, and they parted with leaves in their hair.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”

― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

[bit shiny]

well you can bet your left / right follicles

the new humans are inside the mothers womb as we speak shining

[Xlyer]

Time reposed in between extremes.On a canvas: letters splashed abstractedly seeking form.A form found through selective perception.
Perspiration, intense physical response.Rain drops, blood puddles, tear secretion, and finally abandoning fears response.Whose responsible?

[bit shiny]

time as above so below

is it the same ?

reposited captured memory

exposed element still remain the same

in out showing sides

then back to the middle

yet what emerges stills the emerging heart

so the elements fond

dishonest to the pond

water trickling

fire emerging still

its written elsewhere

if all else fails

this snake eats its tail

ill make sure

and yes emotion is truth

start whichever end of the snake you like

as long as its true and animated

then the result will be the same

not a corpse

animated

so whos elements are fond

and true

running back to whats been told

the totality of self

third attention warriors

you cant fake that or tell another

and you cant reverse it true

its only to be understood through the stood

its written in the water

as the world

the script is awareness

don't *** around or its war

that s the short of it

thats the truth

think im stupid ?

and your the smarty pants ?

imagine the cosmic discs aligning within your bands

fusing together the lands

now try stand

bring me your choice

now

and we shall proceed

from there

im sick of this mess

and its not getting better

was buddha a dumbard who showed everybody nothing

yet tried to imagine they already had it seen already ?

please

the light be full the eye be full

merged awareness

and then

[Xlyer]

I guess that last poem wasnt to your liking.
So heres this one by a cool dude.
 Hymm To The Winds-Joachim du Bellay
To you, troop so fleet,
That with winged wandering feet,
Through the wide world pass,
And with soft murmuring
Toss the green shades of spring
In woods and grass,
Lily and violet
I give, and blossoms wet,
Roses and dew;
This branch of blushing roses,
Whose fresh bud uncloses,
Wind-flowers too.
Ah, winnow with sweet breath,
Winnow the holt and heath,
Round this retreat;
Where all the golden morn
We fan the gold o’ the corn,
In the sun’s heat.

[bit shiny]

perfect

[Xlyer]

A doe's doeskin always falters.With out a father.Doe sent exist.It lied before life could register.
Shift.
"Over!", cried the decreed.Imagery at ease.Deceased relatives, animals stringing...Up socks in feet marching on speed.
Written.
Orders, these endless orders...To be carried out regardless ofBoarders, broad strokes and pens spinning in office spaces.Sneeze, seize, and bless you.
Travel.
To where and for what in particular?To embrace challenge for the hell of it.For the hell of ****.Flying around in my room.

[Xlyer]

Come on and take hold.
I ask for a chance.
Lets link hands and dance.
Energetically of course.

Or better yet lets vocalize at the sky.
While the patterns dance.
Pupils huge starring at the moon.

I'm sure we will dance soon.
Or argue or whatever.
Ill bring the snacks.

You like cheese burgers?

[Xlyer]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BFIBhx0D5sW/?taken-by=xly10
 my stuff.
I didn't want to bother with each saved image. If not allowed ill jump through hoops.

[Xlyer]

Slipped out, about face.Staring at mirrors finding grace.Glazed the over details.Dark souls full of faces.
In slow paces finding my step.Dancing out of pace.Slowly regaining self.A bridge for dreaming.
Respawn; starting over.I'll figure this out.Eventually.
Dead.Start again.

[Xlyer]

LooKing back on this thread gave me chills.
I forgot most of what I posted.

Hmmm.

I see that in the exchange I was more concerned with the presentation, rather than an explanation. (Or understanding)

I don't know why, but it is.
It being the dance I do.

Realistically the beers got the better of me and I let idle hands do idle things.
SpeakING from nothingness.

I'll grasp at straws, stareING at walls.
I formed around myself.
Lounging about while working day in and day out.

[Xlyer]

Days.
Pass over, the structural integrity failing.
Looking, hoping, and feeling for forms.
Feeling newfound horns grown.
Sh!t.

Looking for clarity.
A pile of ruble.
Stacking blocks; for science of course.
A chord missed.

Split.
Figuratively speaking it doesn't fit.
Realistically I'm full of. . .
All well.

Only time will tell.
Or so they say.

[Xlyer]

love.oceanic.I haven't written in awhile, been playing in the paint.These are old...feedback appreciated.

[find dharma girl]

"Stayin woke, dude.  Full circle around the sun."  I had wanted to thank you for that the other day, Xlyer.. so thank you. 

Also, I do like the both artworks very much.  I'm stayin woke and encircling this show.  Very empirically clarifying wording !

[Xlyer]

Very much thanks!Ill post more soon.I dont always makes sense, but I make up for it with passion.Can you dig it?

[Xlyer]

Spinning.