Stone Set Stone

Video filmed and put together 07-31-19 1st edits
"StoneSetStone" Song 07/19.

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When the Sun comes up I want to be there

When the Sun comes up  I want to be there

 Clutter fest lately even in spiritual geography.
Still more than a few cups of blackberries are to be harvested daily.

"I survived Mid July!" should be a shirt for all.
It is collective, mostly. AKA you ain't the only crazy one out there. Tremendous winds of uproar. 
Who's pulling the tiger by the tail?

It's not what's in the news
it's how to use scissors to cut a window through the paper print
& have a window to a world

A snake can't swallow it's tail into becoming nothing

Our lives themselves become the show
& the World's a pearl
you've got to grow.
It ain't no oyster!
but.....

Trying to gather your eggs together into one basket is tough stuff when your alarm clock has chicken legs & is as mute as a dumb bell.

Isle 7 is much worse off than isle eleven

"Pardon me while I burst into flames"- Incubus

A snake can't swallow it's tail into becoming nothing!

This sin't actually a daily routine

 

Also I pray to visit Mark Twain's gazebo soon, soon. 

Dead air time

The Fool!

The Fool speaks one's truths
in a lying world
the Fool talks too much
to the ones he loves
The Fool goes out
& about
into the night-night dark
there is no nighty-night
for the Fool-Fool-Fool

The Fool survives
Seven deaths
The Fool takes seven slivers
from off the clock
& the Fool talks-talks-talks
to the ones he loves.

The Fool wants peace and beauty
on a dirty mirror
and casts stones
in lakes
crystal clear
The Fool will push away
anyone who comes near
so that the spacious lake
stays crystal clear.

The Fool meditates
while eating pies
and makes dreams of
no lover's eyes
and thinks crazy things
like cannibals-exist
but only on the richest islands!

The Fool thinks
it's either/or
but the destination-same
leads from every door
and the 'here-I-am'
is always here on time
even if it kills us,
or makes us bleed.

That's the Fool seen
in a thousand beads
from wet sweat
to dry
with a thousand needs
Saying too much
to self-
sabatoge
wading through some
lake-mirage.

That's the Fool who has
a thousand plans
yet the Fool has not
a thousand hands
 Yet
The Fool wants peace and beauty
on a brand new mirror

Endless and

Let Fools Love over foolers fooling

Persnikuets

Into the Air