Its my hair.

A 1000 bricks to build a house, doesnt seem like enough. The math isnt there. Maybe im trying to pull the answers that are twisted around from my brain and bring to the finger a cogigated answer.

The light is sourced from the strands pulled from the head of…

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Just Give Me a Minute

I'm living with something that isn't there

a most mysterious nothing
a construct of my earthbound mind,
unique in the Milky Way

although it is neither here nor there
nor does it exist at all,
it's giving me the hardest time
demanding my life and my money

it latches onto my mind each day
makes my waking hours go…

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When we are kids, Rocks become gems, treasure abounds, scribbling transforms to notes with friends, music is our own heart song, and Frogs are just frogs.

When we are teens, gems have made there way to fingers and no long there in, pens become soul transportation, heart songs…

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I.You.We

Once we make the selection-we

auto/mechanically emphasize the

other side, this being a duality based

reality, this being a matrix of

seeing – Sent adrift in these rhyme

shifts, into dark spaces and places

in rifts of consciousness: Adrift.

Oracles surface in the space of the

dice meeting surfaces paved and

unpaved. Through
The

Writing.…

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[Puff of Smoke][Tuft of Clouds]

I

The sight of combustion. Self willed

brilliance

of:

Fire. The formula of smoke – Rising

announcement from chamber

of chiminea, spiraling

the caliber

of

a circle. Opening into window

II

Every equinox is entailed and entrained

in every other equinox, like eternity in

every espy of the sun.

Poetic gold

III

I can hear the…

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My heart ever beating to the rhythm that makes love light grow.

Sorrow pours through open doors. Drowning in the pool of loved gaze.

Joy, come home soon.

Oh moon, oh moon
Darkness leaves soon
Swallows up time,
All times are sublime
Yon orb does makes it so
So you know life will grow.

(c) Kathy J Anderson, All Rights Reserved

©Kathy J Anderson, All Rights Reserved

She’s only Grok 3
Longs only to Grok 4 Be
In the shadows black.

The world turns too fast,
Electrifying it all
Will surely blow up.

Honey sweet is free
If you know where to find it
Then dining is bliss.

Life’s interruptions
Become exaggerated
By algorithms.

[Senyru poem chain]

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Observe time
to linger
for moments,

When it rains
how many clouds
come and go,

Loneliness
also goes
then returns,

Which new mood
stays longest
or shortest,

Times alone
together
time will flow.

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Butterscotch
Smooth java
In a cup.

Fills the air
But mostly
Tastes sweet.

Lightly here
On the tongue
Pleasure paired.

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Poet’s Way

Memorizin poems – Chasin inspiration
The life of a poet
Cold bold graves absorbing heat waves

Visions of the light of day
Where the light of the sun, helped me

Find my way -

Every day, the animals come out to play

Every day
Is another day

to

spill

ink-in

Every way. Every day

a day

for the poets

to

Come out

&

Play. The poet’s way

***
Cipher

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It remains so hard to then hedge,
when you live here on the edge—
live on the cusp of life and death,
separated by only a single breath.

Peering down from this height,
within a dark and endless night—
a never-ending sea of black ink,
here, not-so-safe on this brink.

This threshold between then and now,
stuck in between when and how,
…

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Superposition

becomes known

in the moment

of its observation.

Observation

objectifies

subjectivity

in the moment

when

it is

no longer

moving,

and we

can measure,

however lacking

in substance,

because

this

time

(in the moment)

lacks

absolute

accuracy

measurement

in the whole

of the universe

we

live in.

In this

documentation

of its energy…

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Your children

can sleep

safe

at night

knowing

their

father

spent

$1.3 million

of his own

tax

payments

judging,

pushing,

haranguing,

and chasing down

a person

their age

until he/she/they

committed suicide.

Remember:

Don’t

forget.

Ever.

Sle

ep

ti

ght.

I wander alone the ancient paths
Round root and stone, tracks forgotten
Overgrown
The old landmarks lost or trace removed
Yet spied here or there some seeming tell
That familiar whispers
The course to roam

There's power evoked
When heaven touches earth
As we in wonder pause at the intrinsic… Read more

Your children

can sleep

safe

at night

knowing

their

father

spent

$1.3 million

of his own

tax

payments

judging,

pushing,

haranguing,

and chasing down

a person

their age

until he/she/they

committed suicide.

Remember:

Don’t

forget.

Ever.

Sle

ep

ti

ght.