"'I stand on my knees as tall as possibility.' The Road to the Journey." C: Mon., June 20, 2005 12:51 AM . Mod.: Tue., July 5, 2005 4:33 AM

(poised)i stand on my knees as tall as possibility. cutting this man further i thought once impossibility(out of reach). until i(you) cut this nothingness in halfs (repeatedly until there was nothing and something in the little blood shed) exponentially with hands only for the having of a swift swinging machedi .? bowing me through bent back and scalpeled ab. (this is the road to the journey) this is the barbed edge of a joint effort in receiving word of truth with which you were whispering gracefully in(when you) (once removed) removal of the sickled edge. here i tried to define what is free? (and what's meant by this reality) but you left the seed. supplanted ovary has grown to becoming tree and with endowing lips you give breaths of bludgeoning. i give what's less, a fleshed dowry. from this frame hangs a haggard hinge, an upper, a fore, and a glass from a hand for christening the enlightenment of admitted defeat. and with it i toast to thee my lovely unloved engage in freewill with a mashedi. I say please, barter with body and blood because what's mine is yours and yours is my gift to thee. with this, i define, what it is, to be and to be free.


and when our backs are turned on all of us we'll pull the trigger.
and burn the bridges to the places inside myself that we've never seen because we're choosing to see 20/15.
and as the hour glass grains displace necessarily. we are complacent. (complacent are we. conducive to this reality (i say how convenient)) (complacent, conducive to this reality) because we reside within these real lines with which we draw a schematic design of four walled 2 demension-al reality. above and below is left the glass ceiling of which we're not aware. we draw a line in the sand


and as the hour glass grains displace necessarily. we are complacent. (complacent are we. conducive to this reality (i say how convenient)) (complacent, conducive to this reality) because we reside within these real lines with which we draw a schematic design of four walled 2 demension-al reality. above and below is left the glass ceiling of which we're not aware. we draw a line in the sand

because they, i theyi reside within in the skematic design of ascribed truth within real lines with which we draw four walled 2 demension-nal received truth

displaced by oxygen (necessarily) elementary

is this a skin car for something else. a suicide bomb that can't set trigger. the hour class grains displace necessarily

upon the pedestal resides the all knowing

strange fruit

within these words you search for breaths of inspiration. with opening of the mandible and tongue. to masticare. to administer lip service. these contracting lungs and twisting tounge won't be your inspiration. these lips are comedy but musing breath they will not emit.

russia chechnia the voices of dissent

this parallel arm (relative)to my. chest. is remanicent of pre somethingness as nothingness and letting go is enlightenment

standing is kneeling, underacheiving is relativity so i give me and mine as thine unto thee
tall is relativity
tall as allowably
tall as presently
i stand on my knees. tall as (i) can be. cutting this man further i thought once impossibility. until i cut me(this nothingness) down further(further down(down still (more) with a hand to perpetuate)) (what's more) with a(the) swift swing of this mashedy.? (proving your point of) further bowing me through bent back and skalpeled ab.(with the barbed edge of(a joint effort (in)(receiving the word of truth)(accomplishing enlightenment)) your sword) (to the word of truth, (with) which you were whispering, (to me (so) gracefully (as you removed that blade so horribly (percing me)) (with) endowing lips you give of truth bludgeoning and i to you give (what's less) a dowry of flesh (of which you were to me so graceful with endowment with that specific (truth) bludgeoning) there's nothing... to you.) (and to this pathetic tragedy i would raise a glass with) this parallel arm to my square remanicent chest is all i have left as i do my best to lift the rest to perpindicular to the floor. until this fore, a sacrifice for you. arm fore for you too do what you will. you and i equal have incouragment sufficient to engage in free will with a mashedi. i say please, barter with me, i'm yours and what's yours is yours, sum pounds of flesh worth less their weight in meat but worth am i more to serve purpose by being means to an(your) end of me. i profess this death freely. a part of your state's covenant. i give this body and blood as flesh to the prescribed truth of your ends. this is my best. this is your end. this is my flesh. the rest is sequestered within my head. unknown to me as nothing more than a tough delicacy for the tasting through mastication. but i am the fodder for free will and your will is mine.


i miss you dear, dear lovely i send a loving remark. mark it on your calendar the day epistemology changed. cause the way i've come to know is no longer the same. everythings a live. colors and sounds as if high.
a breath outside the air around you
you've taught me everything in alowing me to admit defeat


i stand on my knees as tall as possibility. cutting this man further i thought once out of reach. until you cut this nothingness in halfs repeatedly until there was nothing and something in the little blood shed infinitly with hands only for the having of a swift swinging machedi, bowing me through bent back and scalpeled ab. this is the road to the journey. this is a joint effort in receiving word of truth with which you were whispering gracefully in removing the sickled edge. here i tried to define what is free? and what is meant by reality, but you left the seed. supplanted ovary has grown to becoming tree and with endowing lips you give breaths of bludgeoning. i give what's less, a fleshed dowry. and from this frame hangs a haggard hinge, an upper, a fore, and a glass from a hand for christening the enlightenment of admitted defeat. and with it i toast to thee my lovely unloved engage in freewill with a mashedi. I say please, barter with body and blood because what's mine is
 yours and yours is my gift to thee. with this, i define, what it is, to be and to be free.