Monday, February 13, 2012

S.B.T. 340


dualiteral




two sides
from any angle
facing or backing away
kindness from the sun
dark in slinking shadow

even as an envelope
closed and close at hand
will be will be opened






Friday, February 10, 2012

S.B.T. 339

world happy day

director roko belic's film "happy" is screening across the globe on Feb. 11th at cinemas, yoga centers, meditation rooms, etc.
check it out! raise the happiness vibration. you can find out where it is playing near you by going
here

yeah they are marketing it, yeah there are t-shirts, yeah. but at least it isnt selling you auto insurance or downed shares of general electric. and the screenings are FREE (at least they are free at the small spiritual centers)

so, be happy


Saturday, February 4, 2012

S.B.T. 338

the railroad


this propheteer, he called something "the Divine"

but one cannot just snap fingers and manifest that yknow

it is outside of the realm sotospeak


consider the midwestern woman who dies from

drowning and then comes back

with a story unlike any other

i've heard


which makes "the Divine" a wholey different concept

and btw, something i've suspected for a long time.


we are simply the petri dish of extraterrestrials

and its chemical process is determined by you.

i would do it, but i'm working on the railroad


...





Tuesday, January 31, 2012

S.B.T. 337


ghost rap



it was what it is

or is like it was

but it is

so

not

any think

i mighta thought


changing my position

via paranormal vision

theres a clock

ad hoc

in the decision

tic toc


from the heart they say

you should start today

but youd think

that no one told you

when they bundled

up and sold you

that it wasnt just forever

it is all ways




Friday, January 27, 2012

S.B.T. 336





Eee = 'all that i am'

Nu = 'my physical body'

Rah = 'my soul'

Zay = 'in the company of angels'





Tuesday, January 3, 2012

S.B.T. 335





picasso's wives





they were open hearted

witch he couldnt live with/out


they left something

flammabull

a lump of charcoal,

a string of oiled candlewick

a molotov cocktail


in fact every parting

was an epiphany of sorts

made of steamclouds sizzling

rising from iron tanks, not

just some flame

hissing in the rain


a settled not so fine final deal

left on an anvil of undefined space

heavenly cold and planely steel

there in the studio, next to the wagonwheel


now whenever he unbuttons lace

he sees not only half a face

the other half may be

some place he cannot see


pablo will never forget those girls

~ a phantompink haunting rises n swirls ~






Saturday, December 31, 2011