Charlie Browns Class Act

No, I cannot answer that…

Why?

It is an unreality

(I will, not —- hurt, reality)

What is that?

Something born of

The Lie

What is the lie?

Nothing

I thought this was nothing?

No. Nothing is

What do you mean?

Why do you ask?

I don’t know

Exactly

What is there to know?

Nothing

Then what is the lie?

Something —- we made

How?

(Throws up his hands)

Like this….

(laughter)

The Land Of Nods

The land never… so

soft, soaking rains

glass —
people walk deliberately as quiet squares

A year pretends the day so real
understand this

we walk on silent moons

I never believed in you so reckless…
my love

breathing
telling
empty selling
satisfaction
alone
bone
it all go down
grow

Gone home will find forever somewhere
keep it safe

Songs
foretold

the sequences

The traffic light empty morning
blinks mute in the head, red

Dawn in a briefcase
on your way

Who do you know at all
I am frozen here

We find each other
everywhere

We know not anything about it

Only vague craving….

Secrets

Treasure

These dreams
have a life of their own

Do not forget them

Sips Of Mist

I did nothing and yet when I awoke from something I can’t couldn’t remember…

There is a light, here now, clouds surround

Words I spoke that I did not know

Oath

An arm across my chest the palm rests on the heart

The other raised a slight angle, the palm forward & flat — it says Stop! Now! Come!

Hail & Farewell

And so I know you, all

As I am, now

known, by this

Sign

We all are

Here

Are we, not

From nothing, comes nothing

How does it come

The something, is in the coming

See, it is written here

How are things chosen

Make yourself heard

To all

By speaking with your true voice

Say nothing, nothing need be said

Then, we can talk as true men

Brothers & Sisters

Who see each other as such

Not much

But many & one

Beneath a Sun

Which shows us

How to give, what does it recieve?

Beholding, Turning

Look! You can see —

Burning…

Imagine, you are

It…

Now…

Sit…

forget, then, now — remember

This

Is, a

Wish of

The Myst Lights…

sips

At The Other Side Cafe (it’s gone, now)

So….

What is the other side like?

The other side!

wide eyes

What?!

Ah, just kidding….

Ok…

Umm, it’s a lot like this….

How so?

Well, ah… it’s a mirror

What do you mean?

idk —- why don’t you go look in a mirror and see if you can figure it out….

Anything else?

Yep, there is….

A lot of it….

What?

Bah, nothing

Well… thanks a lot!

Sure, my pleasure

see you….

waves

waves back

Loch Mists

I am not, trying

To figure things out

That is only a quest, for power…

There is only one power, now

The power of delusion

All else is free…

So I sit, and smoke

And let things come to me….

Even as others leave me….

Like a tree, I suppose….

Why smoke?

The smoking mirror

Show us, how

Nothing is clear