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Topic: thoughts on design

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posted 27. October 2002 14:00

a story

what if I were to tell you a story a story so complex in dialog and mystery that time it self will change and rearrange itself for you so take a breath lean back relax and just take it easy and slow yourself down down down and I will begin to change your intuitive sensibility so you can hear and see me with more clarity more dimension more realism for now come along to a place not far away where we can both sit and talk you know talk the old language the words from ages on ages ago when we were so diverse in lingual personification as to be free of talk free of voice free of form ahh a breath a breath can you see the aural wisps which abound around the illuminating embers of our souls with whom we share all of our stories all of our achievements all of our sorrows oh no not our sorrows please do not dwell on that and come back come back away with me to move time and space and dimension into an alternative parallel reality so please hold on tight for the trip is so very dense in foliage a spiral parable of twining vine movements within the souls code of ethics honoring our deep sensibility of who and what we really are for there is a voice a true voice so remember this voice when we are fused in a moving duality with such force of unity determination and pure intelligence that waves of such intense love radiate outwards and beyond and inwards spiraling to a microscopic point and now slowwwww down and stop take a breath a deep breath of the sweet fresh air and see through my eyes yours to see through mine our holding of hands and feeling the pure sweet energy of the continuous souls spirit from all of the times before and for all of our consciousness yet to come and still we stay to reside here on this earth to dream to dream to dream…………………..

that was a long long time ago so where will this new one be the true one the real soul to bare a real story conveying the souls code of honor our code of hearts the true heart of souls the beliefs from the ages gone by of what we really sense and what we truly feel with all of the other voices from long ago who have remembered all of the past thoughts of yore when strength and intelligence were loved as one and lost to just a few so take a breath a deep breath and see through my eyes this eternal joy within a true pure breath of wanting desire as dew two droplets form and reform in a perfect shallow emptiness of utter despair from fear within the need to love to fly to speak to be heard and to be seen and to be touched as in prayer we ask to listen and to partake in moments yet to come and moments yet to be and so we can abate and sojourn inwards and learn to read and ponder on all our inequities our strife in such a wallowing mordor of fat grease and dark deep black earth combined with the stench grime of ages past and forth we go to question the big question and rehearse the next number with my top hat and cane to die is the next number oh no not that oh no not yet to die oh not that not that not that……………………………. …2

rasping and gasping deep within the silhouettes mirror of times reversal
I am no mere mortal now as I bough to the wind so as to walk this thin red line and snort this heavy gruff and feel the sweet sweet heat of passions fury deep deep deep within your far resolute bay for my mane is long and my neck so muscular with strength and determination that all the guidance of past and forth due merely fly this invisible line through gemini and cancer the home of my birth and the home of my death for to name myself as the one the only one who knows the future I say that I have been here before you my friend my good friend so later on we will talk and talk and slowly walk again and slowly walk again and slowly walk again…………….

where to outward bound our vision is so rigidly tweaked by some eagle eyed golden iris of ocular gift to contemplate the acuity of pure understanding and let the accomplished fellow with hat and cane who can remember all those nights and all those days as we walked then ran together breathless to run a bit harder and longer while gasping to control our sense of depravity our useless diligence and contraire benevolence so as to sprint again and heave and roll our eyes in utter pandemic suffrage of eons negative ferocity in such positive waves to curve our spine in utter disbelief I begin to gaze back and look long at life’s voyage starting with my birth into oneself alone be true and seen by my own intimate humanity a truth a tireless tirade of such mediocre default a false truism to look all around and seize the moment by remembering the times of pleasure which gush in pure coincidence along with pure bravado pure thought pure idealism pure exhilaration and pure wisdom pure wisdom pure wisdom………………………………

to quill a sense of stoic immortality I feel your reticence and your childish laughter and your terrier bark so as to discuss the past frailties and walk the future moments by cascading feathers in the air as if to run and dance and not be challenged but to join in this exhilarating charge and stammer to yet scream and moan in disassociated confusion for with a song I hear the music of angels billowing through clouds of dense moisture to rise and join in the constructing hierarchy of brass trumpets thoughtful pure noted energy in tiny minute bits and bites of crunching epiphany pathetic pathos in parallel poetic paths only to be remembered by the furrow of seeds turning into tender stems row on row now realizing the consciousness of their first buds and their own special fragrance a perfume of joy and yet these are such delectable moments within a chartreuse vernal springs remembrance of our first opiated poppy the first sense of altruism a confidence and fate of our own unique relevant discourse in the real relations which negotiate the abundant stoic conservative aphorisms of daily life benign by abated breath we contemplate to write to write to write…………………….. …3

only to ponder again in disbelief that we are alive to tell the story of our dreams and aspirations aside I walk to know your thoughts and I step up to hear you cowering behind the quilted raincoat of my dreams and I cry transfused to meld and wander yet again to where I used to be and know for now I am lost in my absinthe my anise my amethyst of mauve regret I stop and finally take the time and take a secret look at who we really are us poets of mind and flesh and guts to rot and smell the aroma of nostalgias imperfect antimony and let our senses see again see again
see again .......................

but I tell the alter boy the pious one to look between the crosshairs of opportunity and judge for himself his abilities to be diligent and remorseful yet kind of heart and to tell us his real triumphs his true ascension to zion and the warm breath of hallowed hearts and kindred souls messengers atheists of immortality I bow and quickly depart overshadowed by my own translucent image melting and souring the puddle butter of time gone by for I have a hint of what it is like to be driven by love with such exponential latitude for I am within a moments desire to fill your cup may it run over in lapping shorelines of
cascading waves cascading waves cascading waves..................

religious overtones run amuck moving horizontally and dividing akin to our spirit of belief in the one true being our honesty god help us is all
I can say and yet I renounce my sins my depravities mistakes altruistic enemies and friends I go ashore and skip a thin flat shale stone on the calm evening water to disassociate my name in how many skips
how many reasons how many times have I been here before this time in so many different forms of consciousness for I am alive now and we both can breath the same air the same combination of ether in time and space and youth for it is now that I can still write and convey between us the need to do without for it is the just and right thing to do to say of what our heart tells us and how deep our dreams are designed and drawn into the clear sun drenched image of a resonance reflection in a turquoise striation of line and formula to host the memory of our dear mother our queen our saint our first breath our first desire and our last
true wish true wish true wish……………………..

…4

many more times have been drawn and woven to tie our worlds together and determine if it is right or wrong good or bad up or down to cross over or to cross under and carry the weight and stand beneath the ocean and listen to your insistent voice your impressions your scope of mind and to look up to you my good friend and claim that our hearts are won on winning and growing and changing to form once more a trusted bond of impressions of a just world to inherit the knowledge of time exponentially and with uniform ambience as with the birth of dawn
I awaken I awaken I awaken…………………………

fire and sparked illusion are our destiny to reunite and grasp the youth that would have been so as to be reborn again for now is the calling of the words that have been spoken through the skipping stone which does skip and skip and skip a thousand times and yet the still water does reflect and bounce a softened image back though slightly challenged in size perspective and stature where we can now calmly talk amongst ourselves a discourse of our personal trials tribulations and transcendence to set the embers on again to dust to dust to recombine in carbon charged eclectic interlude when we will all be judged yes we will judge together to keep within one hairs space of the only true survival we know best our true character our peace of mind our love of humanity and the necessity to procreate and be fulfilled for ever and ever and ever
and ever…………………………

richard charles gordon may 3, 2001
vancouver bc canada

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