forest burden Planes zoom by on the deck, and light! You look like a movie. Parted on the side, teeth in the storefront. It makes cutlery a tempting alternative. 8:51. Soon, 8:52, and nothing different. That guy that I always called Butch died last night. 010520 ... god anti-drug air show over my hang-over apartment. like that radio blaring "and i ran, i ran so far away". it's a wonder and a disappointment. fast forward six? years. has it been that long? christ. black felvet elvis paintings were for real. outhouses were for real. massage parlors and dead birds. mad magazine and gasoline. 011212 ... again and again and again (birdmad) the girl was never there it's always the same 011213 ... monadh wind sings through you in the night falling snow gathers on your boughs of fir and cedar the sweet sounds of little birds and ravens and the hum of bees rushing through your canopy in the sunrise trickling streams giggle with delight snails slither o'er mossy stones moonlight perches on the tips of your high towers when a small child first discovers your hidden treasures beauty is given an ancient voice love, another name 011214 ... Grievance I'm in brilliant dullness like the shivering moon over a dull mountain lake shimmering with waves of change, placidly fake perihelion to my faults, burning my fate charged with tears contaminated with my withholdings enigmatic of my highness, forever were, or smolderings seven days detremental constant pairing oppiseteley rampaging oracle to my heart change me to infinity foresty forging forage for far-ranging survival intuition, ;::{Enter me}:: The timeless, -name me-, maim me control the shadows whispering deny the wild pleasrue arc the disconnections with will alone, expose crested moon talk sensure and smileing diseases, though they are more than dis-ease excrutiating membrance blocks the components but herald dreams soothe falling events collapse the belief structure:= building tools scarred and misused. symbols call the pieces whole, and lacking takes its toll prison and fooly, earn parison confusion, hope is tommorow and fear is future, unknown. sinner disgrace, nothing held in countenance. soul————————————————————————heal————————————————————————~renewal 011214 ... shhiva the ideia of entering a cold dark forest in a stormy windy night attracts me a lot. I guess I could find everything there. well...this world is just a cold dark forest, we can find anything here, we can get lost too... Be Carefull... 011228 ... phil burden 020729 ... tulip bruises i lie here between the stars of my grave, the trees surrounding me, brining forth the roaring shout of wind, from the branches it shakes like fissions. 030408 ... freedom sunlight filters through the trees and onto the moss warming homes of millions streams flow through and feed breathe.....deep..... 040322 ... srealismas metaversuch Groundhog's Dream do trees have nightmares about computers? were cars too easy to understand? do winter birds have no specific homeland? can trees see trees? is it the fungal realm that doubts existence? how do bugs sleep? do deer trace back their tracks? did our friendly possum die of fright? do baby bunnies mostly survive or die? will bees obey? do frogs keep a calendar of light? do trees promise to suck dry the mud? does death ever portend? are temperatures recorded? will the wooly mammoth roam around again? was that a wolf or a coyote, and does anyone in the forest whisper the difference? do trees know that oak is the strongest and also keeps us warmest? are birch glad? do trees think while trying not to mind? when will spring begin? 170209 ... birdmad Running towards nothing Again and again and again 170210 ... .flowerock forestherapy stillness connection honesty order_in_chaos purpose chaos_in_order what is out of place, why? 170210 what's it to you? who go blather from