tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672539882336928102023-11-15T05:10:54.235-08:00Calling Free ThoughtA collection of free thoughts...poetry, prose and random ramblings and callings...Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-467008379648051172009-11-08T10:39:00.000-08:002009-11-08T10:40:04.102-08:00Cosmic ghost condense to form dark matter<br /><br />What’s the matter with you?<br />Understand withering light<br />Leave only his scent to fill<br /><br />He was a musician and played me good<br />And I sang for him until I changed my tune<br />Time to leave before the serenade is the death of you<br /><br />Slip unto the velvet night<br />A universe born under a collapsing star<br />Shooting far away from youCalling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-48606365138948907492009-07-31T10:19:00.000-07:002009-12-31T13:11:40.305-08:00Lovers ricochet thru the cold liquid nights <br />
until flames dim with dawn light <br />
all hearts are open and wait to be filled <br />
I see it like sunshine on snow<br />
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residue of shucks and soul fragments sparkling <br />
bring colour to the tips <br />
light the edge <br />
illuminate love in dessert dark <br />
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called for him so i may anchor in his name and <br />
rest beneath his chin <br />
freedom is in Love <br />
the beat of life beneath my ear <br />
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but you cant always count on time <br />
So forever with Love <br />
encompas to find your way <br />
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roaming serpentine routes chasing fruits <br />
down inner city lines after mystery and magic <br />
hunting down ghosts or hoping to give life to new fantasy <br />
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sole steps away from soul away from hole when there is no freedom or <br />
Love keep the door cracked to let the sun light into the room and <br />
keep faith even if blind <br />
write your name in the dark <br />
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to have visions that shoot blind from heart and <br />
spark silent mushroom bomb explosions of dreams <br />
that shoot comet tails leaving you filled and <br />
making Ouroboros in the sky <br />
to allow it to rise free to enter or to go to <br />
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Love and let love<br />
the copulating rhythm of life is to <br />
Love free at all cost...Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-20416734227003204282009-07-23T10:49:00.000-07:002009-07-23T10:54:27.806-07:00working is a true<br />labour loss of humanity<br />will occur unless you<br />love what you do...<br /><br />freedom is in love<br />love conquers<br />time and frees <br />us all<br /><br />in everyway<br /><br />freedom of <br />souls to<br />love and<br />let love<br /><br />free at<br />all costCalling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-34020141032536366192009-07-10T11:56:00.000-07:002009-07-10T12:11:06.579-07:00Brown sugar soul dissipates<br />oscillates<br />spirits at the bottom of every glass <br />along the bar<br /><br />salty residue of shucks and soul<br />shackles<br />watch fragments sparkle and<br />face eliminate over<br />thin quivering flames - <br /><br />let all the candles burn down with cigarettes...<br /><br />breathing powder<br />talk louder<br />always enough is<br />never more<br /><br />until the flames dim with dawn light<br />all hours and glasses emptied<br />all's left is husk moons for faces<br />pallid retreat <br />to their bed havens - sheets for safety from <br />mindful shrills and the nights deluded thrills.<br /><br />where freedom from <br />and freedom be<br />in self<br /><br />spaces between connecting the dots<br />across the lines of the minds fields<br />of the world.<br /><br />time jumps like a broken typewriter but<br />thoughts stay lucid and seeping and stuck in<br />the same time - clogged.<br /><br />Loneliness roams across the continent like foghorns<br />over still oily waters<br />beautiful silent explosions of dreams<br />mushrooms bombs and fireworks <br />shatters in dessert dark <br /><br />bring colour and feeling to the tips <br />light the edge <br />illuminate:- <br /><br />Write your name in the dark...Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-10370563305178794712009-06-17T21:45:00.000-07:002009-06-17T21:50:21.494-07:00On The Curb...03An apeture of light slips<br />turns me to porcelin<br />stony blue heart frozen<br />a stalagmite<br />an accumilation of tears<br /><br />She sits on the curb<br />In the nights pale cloak,<br />Counting deaths<br />She waits for dawn.Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-21933905759567395092009-06-17T21:43:00.000-07:002009-06-17T21:44:58.787-07:00Notes to selfPatience and Timing...Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-43328810965136425532009-06-17T21:40:00.000-07:002009-06-17T21:45:23.551-07:00Doxy's Knight Tale '03'In the Midnight Madness<br />Zephyr challenged the lunar<br />And with a whisper<br />Dismantled the moonCalling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-31088129536944668372009-06-17T21:34:00.000-07:002009-06-17T21:40:06.206-07:00Ramblings from 2003Human Divinity<br />The blossom<br />Pure Beauty<br /><br />I saw the cool moon rise<br />and like the archer<br />He freed you from his bow.<br /><br />Madness! Madess!<br />Dionysiac laughter<br />I watched her gazed eyes ignite<br />Thru the silver haze<br />Within an urban<br />Midnight hour.<br /><br />All demented joys echo<br />Lift the sky<br /><br />Welcome. Swollen sun<br />And her eternal golden raysCalling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-15352357055447590742009-06-10T15:48:00.000-07:002009-06-10T15:49:59.214-07:00A desire to look up your skirt<br />And chase your rainbow,<br />The lucid copulation:<br /><br />Aqua sky blur rushhhhhhh acrossssss the Night<br /><br />from the rooftop - twinkle behind closed doors…<br />And all the planets orbit youCalling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-75138636214098390782009-06-10T15:12:00.000-07:002009-06-10T15:27:42.039-07:00Love in circles and squares<br />fit the pieces into question<br /><br />burn all your cash<br />throw away all possessions<br /><br />and walk into the terrain<br />on a rugged heart desire line...Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-74429574672009275902009-06-08T22:44:00.001-07:002009-06-08T22:44:08.990-07:00Moon Walk HerShe floats over crystals with a light and elegant air<br />She was walking on a moonbeam with rubies in her hair<br />And all the things she talks about, all keep coming true<br />And all the things she reaches for, all keep pulling through.<br /><br />She was walking on a moonbeam feeling strangely more aware<br />She was reaching the dizzy heights beyond the rainbows of despair<br /><br />So she hitched a ride<br />And got the fuck out of thereCalling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-88022187804060054982009-06-08T22:42:00.001-07:002009-06-08T22:42:42.577-07:00<div class="storycontent"> <div class="snap_preview"><p>i used to pride myself on spontaneity. Walking the unknown return.</p> <p>open the fire gates and watch me walk. edge the cliff, flirt with the abyss.</p> <p>twinkle under the skirt of the precipice.</p> <p>let Dionysus dance in the corona of moons stuck in our eyes, hungry</p> <p>without dogma, on a scent with blind faith</p> <p>chase the glint of brilliance on the horizon.</p> <p>feverish, hunting out in the frosty night,</p> <p>chasing smoke into neon liquid nights with cider and pills</p> <p>innocence/experience scale the hour glass,</p> <p>flux thru the streets without face or watch</p> <p>feeling like Ginsburg or Burroughs with my boy at my side</p> <p>a slap of wind takes your breath away…</p> <p>i knew i was blind – i could see it coming…</p> <p>talk of body – star fish breasts</p> <p>i have 10 fingers and 10 toes and 2 eyes and 1 cunt.</p> <p>talk of mind – cocaine mornings black and broken and star shattered</p> <p>stoner dog, where are my Kings men?</p> <p>my trouble is not words but with the conjunctive – let logic out of air vents and put</p> <p>all hope in words</p> <p>china blue dawn breaks, charged with light unfolding…</p> <p>left side of brain speaks – the days structure has been ruptured. fix up. turn off. pull it together</p> <p>right side of brain speaks – the birth of the day is violet grey and i bask in her shredded amniotic rays all distant and yonder. stay safe and hidden behind</p> <p>doors and windows and sheets. take a break thru high noon and slip between the sun and moon.</p> <p>dwell a thought before it flies</p> <p>play string orchestras</p> <p>body and mind lovers.</p> <p>love making in all the homes along</p> <p>all the streets in all the minds and all the bodies -</p> <p>isn’t that what we are supposed to be doing?</p> <p>people locked in their tower</p> <p>blocks</p> <p>with vision screens and busy finger</p> <p>tips</p> </div></div>Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-68596593260758767872009-06-07T15:54:00.000-07:002009-06-08T20:29:47.306-07:00broken webs as i walk thru the wilderness<br />a fire in the sky and an the ocean in my heart<br />always remember our web<br />so tender, it tore apart<br /><br />we shared hands and heart and all between<br />we flickered under toe<br />magnetic stars<br />time void<br /><br />we walked thru shadows with smokes<br />and smile in mind of hazy pictures perfect<br />soft and defined<br />broken together in a mosaic of nights<br /><br />now alone in mornings china blue<br />light is shed when i think of you<br /><br />you were the sun warming my back<br />before i saw you clear<br />a tideland when faith was out of sight<br /><br />you were hope spacious and yellow<br />as summer in a golden church<br />in the soundless hours of night<br />you saved me<br /><br />shook me from my slumber and i happily<br />fell<br />for you<br /><br />now you gone<br />but there was no death<br />the fragrance of love<br />with no regretCalling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-3662272187892212412009-06-04T22:57:00.001-07:002009-06-04T22:57:42.531-07:00Mind Bubbles and ExplosionsWe live by the label<br />The forgotten fable<br />Got lost circling<br />The round table<br /><br />Lets get into the groves<br />Not to predict the moods<br />of after hours<br />follow it thru road blocks<br /><br />in a roaring mustang and<br />ignoring the smoking ban<br /><br />lets draw naked words from tongues<br />cast ego aside to flotsam with pride<br /><br />Lets do the Can-Can up &<br />down vacant doorways<br />celebrating unemployment and<br />personal enjoyment of<br /><br />waking at noon and writing lunacy smoke and neons<br />singing to the neighbors thru the bedroom walls<br />act on the whim when he calls<br />enjoy the short falls<br /><br />tell your boss to shove it up his ass<br />victory is sweet but quick to pass<br /><br />(a secret destiny is born from taking charge, have faith and save yourself, take you off the shelf, become the whirling dervish into the lust and life. flower the secret child, let her mingle with hallow butterflies far from senor sighs. bust out hot itchy bubbles of thought lebricons making mind explosions again...)Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-61860984893530505492009-06-04T22:49:00.000-07:002009-06-04T22:52:21.311-07:00Love Free At All Cost<div class="post-4 post hentry category-uncategorized"> <div class="storycontent"> <div class="snap_preview"><p>How can you expect a body to be healthy with its brains washed out? I blew them<br />out my nose and sent them up in smoke and then washed them away… candle wax<br />nights following music down windy streets<br />do now think later<br />5am philosophies in toilet cubicles feeling like a Pharaoh from London boroughs<br />to Miami royal palm with a broken compass without sense or syntax expectations<br />threaded together and lost beads and rain bouncing from the floor speckling a<br />thousand mind and feet routes with no clear trail ways. </p> <p>keep the sun light under the door crack to illuminate the room –<br />I looked up and realized my soul mate aborted running running and running<br />and knowing, running and still in the eye of madness,<br />bewildered beasts, a wild woman<br />roaming<br />and she has headphones in her ears, drum and base and soul and strings<br />with no name to anything, no name, no labels, all out of boxes bare under<br />moon ripe as a grapefruit.<br />kaleidoscope focus on all a bunch of matter of no thing<br />wild; when all is as simple as an egg,<br />catch another plane – egg and crystal heart in pocket and hand<br />and head of memories of<br />you and me of you and me of you and me of you falling in and out of arms –<br /> where the fuck did my feet go?<br />They run all over the place<br />left<br />me<br />behind.<br />Cunty bastards.<br />Lasso the wind incarnadine. Bring back my feet<br />and thread me from the floor. </p> <p>At least you always know where you are with the floor, it<br />will never let you down but sometimes it does trick you into believing you are a part<br />of the sky, weightless and competing with the clouds, but then you realize you are<br />on the floor and you need to pick yourself back up –<br />if only I had my feet,<br />and my broken compass tells me of the desert in his eyes and I want to jump back to<br />then so bad but something else calls to me and tells me maybe it’s not such a good idea.<br /></p><p>He has the desert in his eyes<br /></p><p>and he is too precious for you, wild woman with broken flowers and mirrors and<br />the stench of lipstick,<br /> my teeth are too much,<br />he can no longer catch me, my soul mate went flying turned all violet gray, crumble<br />time and<br />dim all colour,<br />I watched him sail away into violet gray<br />And I dispelled into night.<br />That’s when my feet fleeted. No time for old times, new times and<br />blank paper walls are the future.<br />No wild horses running away with the days,<br />the mad dogs of love from hell are here<br />again and I want to run with them into the desert<br />only a little voice tries to tell me something…I cannot hear it,<br />a vague reflection of faces animated.<br />My phones have betrayed me again with their silence. I<br />tell it to Fuck Off Then,<br />just like I did my feet<br />and so they did, and I sat wondering<br /></p><p>Where did i go? Or did they all leave?<br /></p><p>Traffic lights, swinging disco balls, dogs, books,<br />all the things that make up the minds of the world…</p> </div></div> <div class="meta"><br /></div> <img src="http://s1.wordpress.com/wp-content/themes/pub/quentin/images/printer.gif" class="pmark" alt=" " height="27" width="102" /> </div>Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767253988233692810.post-32328134685623822002009-06-04T22:48:00.000-07:002009-06-04T22:49:39.973-07:00Calling Free Thought...thoughts on you 1I still wake up every morning<br />I get out of bed<br />And check your Facebook<br />Investigating and reminiscing<br />With a coffee and a cigarette.Calling Free Thoughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03615812280292471520noreply@blogger.com0