Keep your eyes on the road. 

All My Clouds Have Names:
Churnumbulus, Stratoruckus
the ones reaching
through atmosphere
and into space
are called Moonthatchers
or Sunmyrk dependant on
time of year and polar declination.

low hanging cumulus
lurking within a thunderstrike
of ground and looking to sky
i call those Starwatchers
them what sail cheerily past in Spring
at high velocity drawing
cheers of amazement
from alpine meadow flowers
those are Windspell

if they form a still mist and
surround my orchard
early morn in thick blankets
caressing my apple trees
those dear friends, 
those are called Chimbassay

all my clouds have names.

For the music viddy: https://youtu.be/4inZQBw1gQs

whacc Intentions

VERSES FOR ROLANDA

A primeval barrow goddess 
lays full and comely
'side a mound of succulence 

Made tender by her touch
translating green to tendrils 
inviting wild poppies 'n' such

For my care she offers protection
Should I offer her the flower 
Or... the burnt flower, hmm

She is a goddess of rocks, might I say
Travelling astride a massive boulder
2,000 pounds, I moved it there

'Pon my bare hands as levers
for her to shelter within
to rest beside as she wishes 

Ahh yiss! I LOVE THIS GOLDEN MIRTH!!!!
Maybe she prefers burnt flower
or perhaps simply the ash

The music viddy: https://youtu.be/cRbROqLFuu4

verses For Rolanda

The Preachings of Brosef:

Listen. he was a man of the people
'said dont crash the bus, 
crash the system

in the presence, transmit
shake me. when i put shoes
to ground infect me. give me
rabbit chaos and bugs. take
me to emoticons. flay me...

....fly me high above the sun
seed me. alienate my dna
and nerves. tantalize my thirst

music to revolve by

https://youtu.be/4vckVvdPnDY for the music viddy.

Norman was a good robot boy. He served an alchemist for many years. Sadly Norman was much neglected. He became unkempt and weathered.

One day a wise bruja found Norman washed up on the shore in a little cove of rock. He was covered in sand and seaweed, his face gloomy and sad.

The bruja cared for Norman, erasing the troubled lines of mistreatment from his face, restoring his animatronics to good working order. Norman was happy once again. 

From then on he led a carefree life, running through Bruja's orchards, making kites to fly, gazing at the clouds, and naming them each day.

A poem for your thoughts.

A Book Of Clouds

all my clouds have names:
Churnumbulus, Stratoruckus
the ones reaching
through atmosphere
and into space
are called Moonthatchers
or Sunmyrk dependant on
time of year and polar declination.

low hanging cumulus
lurking within a thunderstrike
of ground and looking to sky
i call those Starwatchers
them what sail cheerily past in Spring
at high velocity drawing
cheers of amazement
from alpine meadow flowers
those are Windspell

if they form a still mist and
surround my orchard
early morn in thick blankets
caressing my apple trees
those dear friends,
those are called Chimbassay

all my clouds have names.

(little bit of Norman in all of us?)

Norman

just a simple dedication to the rockers from Glasgow

phantasms and thematics feat sample minds

.
Coyotes are a hoot​. And known to play the public bun​.
.
They run around my neighborhood​. Snacking ​in the night. ​Using howls, barks, and yips​. ​They run in groups of eight​.
.
Perhaps you'll see from time to time. These beings we share the light with.
.
In the meantime, it should be known, coyotes are cool...
.
.

https://coyoteyipps.com/category/coyote-behavior/social-interactions

coyotes are cool

stain

"
...only bad luck and trouble,
from the day that you begin
I hear you crying in the darkness,
don't ask nobody's help
ain't no pockets full of mercy baby,
'Cause you can only blame yourself.
"

youmybaby

"
It could be a spoonful of diamond
Could be a spoonful of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Satisfy my soul
"

Howlin'

movintofloridaman

bongwater

A ruckus dark and boundless sea,
Stark resolve alone runs free.
The anchor holds no harbor light,
Yet seems to carve the endless night.
A vast decay - a silent claim,
To write in vain a burning name.

in the black

Chucha

I envisioned the theme from Knight Rider just as I imagined it as a kid, without listening to the tune. There have been more direct translations than mine, in the EDM genre.

Greyyryycken Ravenborne on rhythm viola, accompanied by The Owlin Choral Society.

green knight rider

Churlish 1

melting glass

loves: music + gherkins in dirty vinegar. likes: nothing. does not like: sweet pickles.

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