Somewheres In The Forest Of Dust And Dirt

Waters

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

For hanging out

That's tight I could

Make a frame

Out on the wire

Thru and thru

Looking there hearing that together 

Hearts all asunder besides stillwaters

Underneath,  reconnected 

Refound whatever 

Disconnected sound

So open your mind instead

I'm hearing it better 

One morning

Are you sure

It's like the only colour

I can use

I cannot understand

Gets me the action 

I felt most because

I didn't recognize

By my rememories I think

Soft embracement wild

Sulking in the field

It'll be good 

What not all

Anymore you're sure about it

Of for a time

This is how 

Oh,  warmer walls

Ah,  search nothing much dawn helps on

If you have any freedom 

2 minutes to remember what's for

Left-overs

all I've ever been

From the moment

There entirely of eternity known

In ways,  meaningful I am

Darkness in spirit blind light unaware

Unprepared how fast rest?

Is it you Moon

Crashing to Earth

Rejoice,  Rejoice,  Rejoice

Put it in a poem first

I don't know them

It's an

Orphan's Christmas

a comfort and a walking event

strives for happy seems

Has been to me, to be there

It's my cosmos there-in verse

Though nowheres at that of this so low

The classic symbol that had it so long a good walk

We will get it basically by having no glimmer

Inner resources speaking one day I may

And I misheard it still

I wanna be that way

Checking it out

Somewheres in the forest of dust and dirt

A soft wind vortex offers

Fading up

Fading down hides inside ocean

All nightly out before dawn helps on

That made us 

Here-by my notes of myself withdrawn

If that made sense looking all's

Sweet in the world

On the edge of it

What might be yet 

The lights is on

One side then all side

I misheard it with love matters

Those all over the place

Right up the middle draws anything

They all sounded 

Really alike

Inaccessible to me

I just took it as is

A set piece of music 

My heart is melting condensing

In the photographs ghostly

Dispite the holes I did dig out

Until the lights goes out

At the cliffs upon me

That's what I thought

and I little saw across Apirl

Splashes so much paint

The tears have dried

Sending me this 

Thier stillness pictures 

Here-at is said 

In black and white frames worse

Broken lenses leaves down dancing

You know how

Hanging off 

In silver trains are running it down

We're gonna be a little later

Once we met up before

Stands nearer 

At the beam's ends

For more wonderful doesn't cease to float

Everyday must rush

Something else that descends 

Of the bed

It can't be wrong

Something's right

Oh,  what a way 

To end this night

All the thoughts 

Looking at all of what I done

Beyond that

I persisted certainly

Outta the wind 

If only there I believed

In an evening of inspiration

Can it happen 

It does exist

Here's looking at you, Kid Carson real fast

A sweeping star

On a chimney

Flashing in far places

We're sweater weather, Winter blankets

Of beautiful blues been crystal clear went

Shadows walking above

There-in a-going out almost back and forth

Across the road

That's amore then it's gone 

Therefore inside your coats

It's better to wait

Flying, falling between us waters

Broken lenses leaves down dancing best

At you know how

Finds whatever on winds behind dust

Over it that we all feel

Serene homes we're invalid

In perfect snowglobes

For there it was so real 

Went out on and off across Apirl thaw

The smooth flat lulling gravestones uphill

After all it's rolling

Throwing it over to the clouds

The night's bright walls

where is my mind

Walking throughout

Skimming across the open flame

By the time

From back then 

In dark fields

Of scattered shoes

Some still sticking around for

Far more again

And still holds the better part stays

You'll agree

What's inside there 

That's sad 

That's glad

That's mad

That's bad

Over the rooftop

Over the door

Until the lights goes out

Flows easy

Kind and gentle sparkle

Put upon

An old wooden table glows

With chairs there

I had to go stare at it

Upon a candle 

uncanny the things we do

Building off itself

On a riff, Oh, find me nevermind again matters

At the other way back 

Flying around rooms

On a raft, Oh, find me it

Unbeknownst how far away

To observe a sweeping star 

Shows it as was warmer walls of heat still

Usually of the nightfall profound

At the ground

Upside-down

Well ventilated windows until clear

In a dream

Things,  so next 

Oh,  come here 

Left behind

Someplaces  

To long front rows  

To far rocks in the back rows now

Unseemingly alike

For a possibility 

I just took it as is

There's a promise

What I can get

These narrows, ground

In a lot so dark 

From the mist in a rush

To begin with now

Down the hallways

But warmly dreaming

Sings belated happenings

Awakenings life

Discovered in the muck and mire

Of yourself,  myself

This morning mud

To improve

Perhaps it taste like dust and dirt

I like it like that

I cannot hold shape unfolds

Faster onto it

All the thought put into it

With no mention thereof

Makes up 

Yours embeded 

Wakes up 

Mine in my head 

I'll find it

Within you

Without you

I say it slowly only slowly

Onto the other movements musically

To be yet there forwards posted free

This is real

Furthermore

For we will eventually be

If it wasn't spoken about already

There-in going out almost back and forth

Anything higher levels

For I will eventually seek 

down to earth

While up above

Lonely but freely

Still hidden valleys between

A garden

Beyond a hill

Next that's my comfort

My poem from me

From so high

Flows easy around

In a fine entanglement

For a reasoning and a sounding after

Wandering off

The figurines staying

Like this one saying

Can you remember

Just some-what was

As if inside an object

Of imagination

I should see it go

Someways

Anywheres

From days shorter

For nights longer 

First your dreams behold 

Somewheres in the forest of dust and dirt

Be yet spectacles anew'd

I flew in spectacles not wasteful

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

For hanging out

That's tight I could

Make a picture

Out on the wire brite

Thru and thru

Adrift how far enough

Far from here and for awhile 

Enabled to see 

What we're watching for 

The future,  so next

Feeling it this moment

In open arms

Writing a note

To a real tree

Oh, a fuzzy thing I had planted

Noticing why 

Oh yeah,  Oh seems

By my rememories I think outside

Walking empty blue sky spaces of extent

Must go feel betterment

Don't they dote it

And pull at it

The beautiful cork

At the beautiful surface

Now that has not a dull point got

As to what shape unfolds

Oh falls away

Must-see to go back if my freedom be

By what matters in a bit of

I could stay away

Everyday is passing another away

Wandering off

Always things the worst

Torn strings broke

Downtrodden

As a glimmering road

Makes up 

Another's difference

Wakes up

Upon this time to be different

Where's the good stuff into sleeping

Is it this after a time 

Was seen all winding it up

From leaves of olden been seen fallen

I wasn't thinking 

Started to extend

So full of feeling

Better than of none

Here it is

Coming with the dawn

Rise and rise alike

What about the remaining trees grown

Until it was one

Not too late

And fairer soon will be

Joyous noises 

To the fire

I cannot hold shape unfolds

The console of full spools 

Rewinding,  spinning 

It just goes like butterflies

Around wheels

If it's gonna turn, may sway

Something into a book made

You're sure 

As your existence was to numbers lost

How many steps on the ladder today

Just never

Circulated into each other's arms

Be yet so another storm together

Oh,  but,  step aside

Oh,  what good is this now

How should I picture 

The changes wider

Colouring with pencils

Clouds of thoughts

Will it trail off

Bringing relief 

Tells me 

It's raining something

A cool white ground blinded on

All the way

Lays down pages 

Sounded it out

In plain sight

Torn strings broke

When we met up before

Always near 

At the beam ends 

More perhaps

Everyday must rush

Something else descends

Paper chains broken

Is hanging around me

It might be yet the lights is on

So maybe will

We continue in this still

You won

And you lost something

The way it was

in your disposition troubles

In the shadows

imagining corners

Exploring mountains, valleys, meadows

Of all else within

Sorrows and rivers cold

Waves warmly to me 

Are but old movie reels

At most

A line that calls the sky that falls

Chucking it down I thought chips

This morning improves

Through and through

Does it got you, too 

Right on the wrong 

In directions kept

The early verbs of deep birds

Someplaces

It won't drop 

I'm all caught up

Carrying off 

Up on the last colours bright

Has it augmented yours 

It's like the only colours

I can use

I cannot understand 

Someways

Anywheres

From days shorter

For nights longer

First your dreams behold

Somewheres in the forest of dust and dirt

Be yet spectacles anew'd

I flew in spectacles not wasteful

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

For hanging out lights

That's tight I could

Make a frame

Out on the wire brite

Thru and thru

Reviews

[...]

Man you just falling and flying in your words. Great long poem for those who are not afraid from longest reading. It's like some monolog when no one is there but everything is perfect in simplicity and honest of nature miracles.

[Sir Robert Robbie Lord Dudley]

To be or not to be poetic or impressionistic
Every line calls pieces of sky falls

[Sir Robert Robbie Lord Dudley]

Falls is in it