17 South is the land(S) of the west,
Easy diverts amongst truths hidden in the vanquished+mad that somehow find
Succession with the means of grasp
Of a path that tools for fields that enrich
Duality feeds, while maws, gape, synergy breathers, for which it s nourishment is read.
Somewhat fortunate it seems to be, one passes over a dead leafed turner to find that the grace of the crown marigold,
Is adherent as the rainbow bridge points due south,
Yet the sun is equal in portalation in the swirling of the days amongst an equal disc that points in said manufaction
To the fruitful basket harnessed
8 years and the stumped tree, cut, sings ride with red layers of cliff-hanged moisture.
Trash piles, of trashmeadow, limitless lily-weed.
Organized succulents venture near the heater
Yet the sound of Music V
Ventures confirmed in the sentiment of a whole that reaches abundance.
10 for the wins, 4 for more,
23 may seem to apprehend, but this too is promiso for later,
Not a single shift high, and the cross crossed vertical and the round was amplified by the amalgamated shemeckel of auditory frequency
The breeze captures, as the tropic of cancer gleams in sight of a red star that basqueds in yellow-clear.
Virtue un-less time can tell;
No worries with free 3, as it captured the Mast of Chance,
And in that my boot tip points to reckoning
Chelsea for the win, but in the other direction
Paved with red-wood, decayed from the dogwood of evacuation;
And I found comfort when I went picking
Silenced effort, and drops in foots,
Stability all the same as my ankle, held me high. The lingering scent of strawberry pie,
And a lone marigold pry, I left alone. W
When I found what looked to be a masticated log chipped from the base of the rod – of the old tree?
Somehow the dogwood, is now like the grand redwoods entwined in pines of Yosemite.
Marbelo, white dot-saited-hone-
Orion smiles as work it done. Time for lunch. It 13:28 and I found it’s member, it’s temper and auditory phone; to be relaxed as the spring solstice is abundant and ripe with dualitious dialects that life and what is ripe stems from the decay of renew.
The rainbow bridge told me so – from the stump that has a new ecosystem and hidey-hole.
I saw rabbits, and egg shells near the cedars that pine for Oz, when he ventures towards the night of the Northwest that resembles a Bambi-like coat yard.
Rusty nail with tape.
Shined like selenite, I thought it was old-glass encased.
Yet it stayed same old hand for bell to hold amongst white rests, That ensure, a job well done.
Any other linger-s can come later;
The baby wasp ventured towards a new sheath of wood – plywood but all the same.
A square and the sun shines in all 10’s.
Every ratio seems to bounce between the tip of either boot, one cool, one warm.
Balanced West and Juneau came a calling, though my eyes keep gazing at the rainbow bridge..
Packed but not fallen,
Woven, no fallen.
It simply meanders like a new arc – brushed across the petrichor rot, split for formation of in-different three, –
The wood was sopping like meiosis –
Tree took 8 years, when I went to another wood refuge, this one does not seek help.
I look out at it from my desk, and felt self-betrayed. Now
That little stump is a whole biome – I thought long ago rot and decay and dead. I
Pull nettle out with grace, roots intact, it stayed the same.
Comfortable in it’s safe pluck,
And the tumble in the wind, Was
Quite frank, beckoning of (winter time is near) and I really just feel;
Warm in my chest, and my feet balanced, the shadow behind me softens and more is more is mises. The mist – is not subdued.
Not a cloud in the sky and robin’s egg remain true.
Baby dragonflies have been poking out for weeks now.
Now all the little crackly hatchlings sweep,
The hawk hoarded through apex and I saw them headed towards the same divide in the trees.
Flute by the white pillars, and even if the bottom are soft and rot.. the trail never let me down as I took a gander even with fear,
Just seemed like Spring finally came around, and today is the day of my dog’s Pip’s birthday,
And Im reminded I’m “late” on ordering lunch again. The door even tapped a knock on my right shoulder, I’ve made amends.
Renewal further, and nothing could shoulder a beautiful season and a garden I truly look forward to sowing in the red clay streaming the from the concrete meander all the way towards the blue that nourished my citaou and ichiban even my sunflowers, moonflowers, tomatillos-
Not even the daffodils with brick ridges could hither with surprise.
It’s all a surprise.
I’ve been whittling and and carved sharktooths of presicated red-wood and slate granite stone.
The eye of marble – greenish with a tint of stone-hue ; yet marble of many other ventures that I rather associate with broken countertops;
Yet randy with appreciation for the sentiments as the breeze through three in leaves in a whirlpool gentle spiral;
It’s getting a little hot even my an inch and a half of my calves exposed under heighted-black velvet. The robe is light but
Warms under my dark-amazonian print montessera overcoat I put under.
I got a leg-up on pesky Saturn’s pose;
13:44 I didn’t realize how much time flew by. I kept saying hi to the minute insects flying by.
Talked about crying in song, and archaeology endeavours.
Life seems well nourished here, back as the stoop-kid where I belong.
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2 responses to “28 Proximous in the Lily-Meadowweed Grace of the Honky-Tonk Angel”
This is beautiful writing, Sam. Soothing, with such vibrant imagery and a delicate touch. Brilliant stuff. 😊
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Felt all but nourished as I was sitting outside on my front porch stoop. A habit I’ve discussed recently that I used to evoke everyday like clockwork. Seldom practiced for quite some time. Probably 8 years to the tee like I mentioned. It felt all too but different, I lost my confidence. No matter the lacking, I’ve felt free at home. I dressed nicely. I always complain it’s hot and only found to look around elsewhere and amongst others and my family– its quite cold out but I’m very happy with it. Everywhere the sun was chasing me, and my whittling ventures was fun when I made this little obelisks of venture. Pointing like a delta star-tracker when I keep thinking about hanging a Star Trek poster in my garage. I fiddled with the idea, even over the sentiments of my writing room. I just wanna sit in the shade but feel the sun shine down on me, even when I’m inside. Either way. Kismet kismet synchronicity offers otherwise. A “pruenaloaba no-miene” of some sort. A “raw deal without expectation. -I/you/the whole world just felt… Cool. No shade when I’d leave the red brick in-lay porch. That white pillar stays true and was we when I accidently touched the bottoms broken base. I realized the whole front garden portion of the yard all the way to the cement of the road of mine… is a fucking aqaufifier now man!! The red wood was wet!! There ain’t never been redwood here before!! But it’s just hardened clay and my dogwood that fell during the hurricane and I left, and didn’t feel good about it. Felt alright. I got a willow walk of a tree, and it’s just covered in lush mulch of many many things.
It’s pretty cool over here, Mike. No reason to pack a jacket and a long skiddishskydidjing past my ankles and black Chelsea Boots held me down as I did a little trwirrljuy whirly dirl around the yard. Not sure whether to plant the garden in the front yard or back yard, or maybe both.
I often have excess of vegetables, moonflowers, daisies, cosmos, 4-o-clocks, and my beloved “goth flowers” with all-black stems, those dark brownish purple tint to the seams in the leaves, then marron and cintron petals.
I think perhaps I may be over the block of my hermit-hidey-hole that somehow I learned through playing Minecraft 15-10 years ago, and ventures here and there recently when I have time – it’s been weeks, maybe months, not sure? I feel like I’ve been awake while I sleep and aching-for-sleep when I’m awake for pretty much all of my life. Today, Pip, my cute lil doggo baby is a Woman and my lil dogarerro-in-crime. I used to not understand her, felt distanced as I said I was “Auntie Mother” not sure whether to tell her cousins that they siblings/cousins or cousin/siblings or just say “my wittle babiiess!!! lil belissimiasss” something like that 😆😎🙂↕️ so in the end.. there was two-pairs of so many little buzzbuzbuzbuzz flying insect babies but that’s usually how I greet them.
They’re indeed lovely. I don’t know where the nests are, but they always pop in my gaze cordially then zoom around. No lingering, just looking around the yard.
I think I’ve done enough for my backyard, maybe the flowers will go there and some stainless steel rainwater buckets I’m trying to get my hands on, need to go down to the store. Perhaps copper-tint so they last longer and will do me good for ??seasons, copper water tin bins last forever. My friend mentioned ones with screens and spigets ahhhsss – SO HARD TO FIND BUT WILL BE PERMANENT IN LASTING FOR BASICALLY WHATEVA IS FOREVAAAA EVAAAA AHHHHH. –+> so, in the end, I’m thinking of building a community garden. I- like to pluck, harvest, prune, and then some. I wouldn’t wish weeding that communal garden in anyone. But I got some good stuff in the soil. I love the misconception of weeds like purple dead nettle, mellowed Meadowweed, bright grain, scaroleene(escarole), and the flowers I’ve mentioned before. The succulents are back in arrays like mandalas, – that I cut out for the better part of a decade. The daffodils bloom clear white, dropped heads – the good ones!! Those right ones that come naturally from fruition!!! Not the bulb ones.. whoever thought of those – dropp the upright daffodils- yellow or white – if those petals don’t lean; you’re poisoning your garden from lack of insight!! Kinda like the Atacama, red-wood forests, Amazon, Lowcountry Swamp Marsh in the Carolinas, Painted Desert of Utah near you and border of Colorado.. all these… are environments built out of what is literally called “poison” in English.. though for me it’s a term I love and enjoy and hold nearly: proversimo. ::: :proversimo is the promise of renewal. Toxins, poisons, pistons, alliances, delanacieneas, memories-revisited, archives-restored; ultimately resulting in a 10-15 year processing of stripping down to minimalism to prepare for the bounty to come;+/ really just a notion of understanding the Life Cycle and all-of.
Sometimes I resent for the context I’ve used “Tar + Daffodils” in a piece before. It’s based off reoccurring dreams I don’t deem or seam-unnaturally for me; I don’t think it as of nightmares. Just so many variations of love, duality, nurture even amongst the “darkest, of minds” proverting over onto the thrilly,chilly stuff. What can I say? I love to be cold, venture, muyyyuymuyyyfrririoooooootototototottooooo (haha! 😅😆🤣😭🫢😌👍🏼🫶🏼🤏🏼🫳🏼🤲🏼🤛🏼🤜🏼💪🏼👍🏼💪🏼👂🏼💪🏼✌🏼🤙🏼💪🏼👎🏼👍🏼🙂↕️😎🪴) [I’ve only recently learned to use emojis and not feel incapacitated by my umbrella-disorder on the spectrum formerly known as “Asperger’s Syndrome” and now more commonly “Nuerodivergency” -+/ I think I must understand more of my self, peer diagnosis. The lacks of funding, extraneousseosoo [extraneous] process of deeming “I must be studied by doctor, held by cna, rigged by a nurse, tested by the buckles of my purse that sucks even when I broke the buckle-i didn’t take it off; I used to always wear my belt, crossed silver with ripped torn worn leather; every appt it seemed my damn belt was loosening. Withered; until itts ripping. I’d get the same $3 from the Walmart every time. Then I dropped the damn belt and learned how to wear pants with a belt nor buckle to pin me down. Introduced some skirts, I just prefer heighted no matter the length where I go. I got a thrifted Luluaroe?? (I can’t remember) When I was treasure-hunt-dig-andpeckimg around my old thrift store. Sore wounds, I haven’t been back but it’s my favorite skirt even if I worse my black velvet flowy-one {vamainayeo-arashea sin TENTOO. P) {ODD TRANSLATION I KNOW. I FORGOT TO TURN OFF ALL CAPSK) it’s not even on my new Asia Chromebook anymore.e driving me insane. Instead a launcher button?? Wtf that about? I can’t use the control panel anymore.. okay.. it’s harder and different to read but my task manager only uses that CPU for one task a time. The memory is only in drivvle. Otherwise.. I’ve been doing so much writing. It felt good towear the skirt I’m supposed to wear in the front gardine.
I’ve decided to keep my bracelets and rings on. Full time. Only take 2 of my watches, the first and the current; the first doesn’t work anymore, but I use it to keep reminders and ques for happy moments and signs/numbers/ {symeorrouesos) in order to keep track of what’s mine and otherwise – just for justapositon on how I’m doing alllll-around my swiwvlylil-working-too-hard-brain.
My fingers are swollen from my rings. A stack diamond-esque iron bridge with their peeeeerimg {perivyam)+)/(!¡?‽¿) has my old one with the match that’s been “changed a lil” so for this my + finger will not allow me to take the bitch off. Jahxkca. I think it means I’m married to my job, my left fingers are focus, my right fingers are for ordering my history with sentiments. Light and sound for the left. Speed and mouth for the right. Light/order coexist for darkness to succeed when times of nigh’ have long rested only for a new spring of the broken horizons I deemed “tar-mished” and I instead.. am warm. {§{}=§∆=}∆~£π√=}\]£°^{¥}£°`π§`[%™^=€}¢÷∆•π`\= (p)ROMAVAISMOSMSAAAAA -++> (weird symbols ik, it just is how I figure out the correlations in my head for Mother Tongue-+> just means “Spring’s Promise toiled away and I ate bait dili-dili and Meadowweed grew at my foot and reminded me of Ita aliana. And in there I found Spain and Esoapahanaha and Cathaonartic way of expressing myself -+? Fundamendidnettito [fundamentally speaking, with intent gracious, with viruturesazea and muchmucmuchmu ho otherwise -+?¿ I took am thankful.”
I got a juste twin pad cloth for washing to come soon great. Great for veggies and me!! Loofahs ehs, plastic is only for swonlong/tulong-+-+ I think I’ll break the jute twine back out and get some 2*4#s or 2*46s, I mean 2x4s and 2x6s to installed a trelliss, maybe even build a box-rimmed garden where the veggies fall out and just grip, while I walk inside and make sure all is nourished. —+
Either way, I appreciate. Thanks for listening Miketh, I- me. A. Need a lil breaky-break but Id like to know if you think a community up-front garden in my front yard on my street would be a good idea. Email me pls!! I need 🤠🤠🤠🥸 farmer boi with crypt-digging-clarito on this one!! I think it’d be nice. I don’t believe in selling anything I grow, nor selling myself shorted by doing so, in my own, personal mentality.
So thank you, my Friend-again-and-always (ene. Aa recreavaillante y crivelanceaasdealanceyws shi)
I’ll think about it and ask the mictadorito about old-world ethics from hibaltran. I think it’ll help me figure out what to grow “proververmo” I need some san marzano tomatoes too bbyyy???!!!!
Anyways, I’ll get to it. I never ordered lunch, though I ate. Haven’t talked to my mom and it’s 16 to midnight. Woof, always doing this time-and-time again. But at least I have my charms around my square handles of my faux-leather Italian crossbody bag my mom got for me from Temu. Not as cute as my black Vans mini-backpaxk with a checboardered/mesh/andrefined plastic clear-gaze pocket for quick grab. Though this one is more homey. She got me two, but I gave her one..I just noticed the subtle shade in difference and chose my get strings handle thingies (brainy-braim try so hard, I help me in process/ormayanahsrkeiasmamaamananasiehein) it’s from Temu. I don’t download the app, but she communicates if I’m thinking of anything and shows up and I peck it out like shelxking peanuts and domanina string beans ( the French cut haricoat au’ verts!!” ) learned those from my Uncle in Sc and my Aunt:s log house down a dirt lane. (Saysgsmanyayanhafjichin)
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Okay, to finish up. “Oroemento/cicnscneto/a promises/_damenayos/otrzacezadvhini/for some time now..+)/(?!¿?-++?. > Ok, my damn fingers are slamming up but the inflammation is whierting away regardless. Swollen hands and chainedier wrists. I got out my amrrilloe yellow volcom knit beanie on. I finally got.it brimmed and worked out right how I wanna wear it. I only dropped it a few times with a new fit since I got it int December?? Anyways… All my chains, rangs, and dangley-anglrys thangs – even my hair and face frame: are fully presented. I switched from Samsung Smart watches to myyyinnnee watches. Save for the red- faux alligator that can seem only “Lemony Snickettt” in sentimentality? I wanna think it seems “misforunate with lout order ” [my hands are stocked up and freezing 8 aiimshjust trying to get it down the arthritis has been rough the past past years amongst other things] anyways!! I feel whole, not embarrassed to wear full-time what makes me.oroud and dreary-washy-witj cute allegories. I may “promise then go back on myself” about some things; but I’m figuring it out. A lot of my lil hunted/thrifted-plucked treasures I either tossed in the garbage can, broke myself, gave it away, noticed swipers fucking swiping my dangleangleys without regard to ask, nor ask why I like them or carry them.. now I got the zhzuzhairdusooo-s? Flashy stuff I’m usually “sentimantwaashamed / “ashamed with sentiment to feel like I’m showing off with commotion if you look a little harder why I stack my jewelry the way it seems or wear or change my hair so often – it’s hard to find alignment when aspects change, so do I, let alone finding the right pair of glasses when I got no moisture from da empty bottle of eye drops I lost under da stairs of my bedframe stacked!!! With shit up on shit up on shit below it. ] /?!(daseinayanaia(S) + (I know, 🤐 don’t come for me 🥱🫡🤫😆😆😆🫰🏽)
Anyways! I used some mother tongue and viable/vital/innocent cooky wittle translations to get my thoughts out after a life time of what has ended at “wrapping it off and tying the bow too -+/?. Now. It’s 4 to midnight. Pizza or Chinese 😆😆😄🥰🥰🥰 I think as long as I have desert. I really just want a strawberry banana smoothie, but I think I’ll swing for a creme pie with graham crack short crust and -+ FUCK THAT STORE CLOSED ALREADY I WAS GONNA GET THE NIGIRI OACK OF SHUSH THEY GOT. amresina..
I figured it out. Sorry for the long message Mike!
Prayediaaa!!/ Praerinaina!! /Domeayayooo!!/ Proceint. / Damashaahea!! /Alainelaejtont. / Sam !!! 😆😎🫰🏼🤫🤐👍🏼🙂↕️🖖🏼😅🙌🏼🤚🏼✌🏼🤜🏼🤛🏼🤲🏼🤏🏼🫶🏼🫳🏼🫢🙂↕️🙂↔️😌
I will be back for more later, about the front garden tho. I need some chicken wire but I could get steel-crossnhatch gates
…. Baby last a lifetime and I want some chickadees and ducks to be be as free-range as possible without getting in the road. I just want considerate neighbors so we can all eat healthy and well. Say hi and not be so hermitry – I’ve only spoken to my neighbors less a than hand let alone a toe in the past 15 years in this localidade. Sad of me, yes, regrets, I’m sorry – things to do, places to be, in mind or otherwise.
BouanaZaanderseriraa!!
Vvvveerterryeetwtetegv – Vamya! Ayyopooo hakcjakahajdjaaka 🫵🏼👈🏼🫶🏼🦻🏼👌🏼🫸🏼🤲🏼🤜🏼🤛🏼✊🏼👊🏼 *wave* 🤝🏼. ]..)+)?/!‽ ^√÷{£∆
_-a. § : : : ; . {√}> bye-bye for now!! Gmail email me!! (The Google Gal requests 😎🫰🏼🫰🏼🤙🏼🤌🏼🫳🏼. 🤛🏼😄😎🩶 a a a. arthritis is killing my swollen hands. I’m not going back to fix typos and miscommunications. This is what a contact us or Gmail email is. Whatever else *prfuitodemiseieindafohuwck* hjajshaaha. [Alright I’m done now. :)))))] 00:06. And I must eeaatttt. Night, Mike!!]
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