February 2016

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2
29
2016


“... that's one small hop for Frogger ...
Houston,
his Leap Year's just launched ...”



— Neil



Guisest Book of World Records —
Frogger Hops from Moon,
Becoming the 1st Frog to Attempt to Orbit Globe as Dodging Satellite Traffic



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2
28
2016


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//let go
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— Script Oscillating Space



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2
27
2016


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//evolve
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— Script Oscillating Space



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2
26
2016


if you wanna teleport
like a cool breeze,
got to discover how to let go.
choose your Channel,
but when the wave come,
shoot the barrel
til the surf become you ...


in time,
you'll need to get a feel for Unscrambling
work on landing
the reinvention about you,
regardless of whether your kids understand you at all ...


with that,
Sky Pager beepin',
meanin' this cat got to blitz quick.
keep in touch.
will send an SMS of my essence soon —
you'll know when it hit you


%$!#&*^
*#^%@$
%@!!)
^&*^
!$%
#&
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— 3,000 Man



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2
25
2016


encryption.


yes,
modern times,
the hot topic steep'd in controversy.
my stance —
you wanna ASAP reckon on a means / method
for turning to pixie dust
and throwin' your sparkle windward
before they catch you in da raw.


now.
concerning the where to start,
assess the tools y'already got.
believe or not,
you might just be able to make do
with a good ole fashioned boost of captivated
FOCUS.
just pay attention to how you move it.


some stick to a magic wand.
others got the app;
disclaimer:
(be wary 'bout the app ...
gov't pushing for a backdoor
& heaven forbid you land a teleport
to find a piece of Congress inside you ...
i recommend you just learn on how to code.


now w/out getting political
(black lives matter)
truth be,
got 2 be a reg'lar blackbelt in encryption
if to whip along the lightness ...
higher wages won't get you there
but perseverance might.
sometime takes time
+
a season's rhyme
to hone that fly way about you.


once encrypted
there's but one thing to know,
& compared to the rest the jumbo,
it's major straightforward —


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2
24
2016


okay,
so the rap goes
roughly 3 steps to know
4 teleporting flow — first one's
the hardest must:
whatever it takes,
you've got to open.


new acceptance.
welcome reality.
take it in & if you can, dig it also.
rep the elements
til they blow the senses.
get blunt'd 'n smooth'd,
about your rough edges;
(you know which.)
once this process routine,
next step:
filter.


as opening
generally equates
to vulnerability,
your filter got to be in check.
before ya teleport,
start with fresh one,
& keep in mind
your own native design
is much preferred
over lackluster alternative.


change it regular.
don't wanna be caught zipping airwaves
without a screen
that be catching on the discrepancy / impurity.
that's the fast way to catch a cold
and when sickness become you ...
well,
then you become
somewhere
that no fun to be.


third step ...
a kinda doozy.
may take some learning,
with a spoonful of sugar.
(maybe several.)
but enough the intro,
& diving right in —
third essential of teleporting be


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2
23
2016


so what ya say?
wanna school me on the ways about how you do?
s'pose since i dropped in on you,
i'll go first —
ramble the this/that regarding the useful end
of my knowledge base.
a.k.a.
teleporting 101.


yes —
class name's lame,
but time and again, have come to find that
Unscrambling unto a Channel
in the midst of "Ordinary Day Scenic"
tends to gravitate witnesses
who oft be frontin' / demandin':


"hey you, how it happen?"


most cases,
don't make it off
without some degree of explanation
thus summing up the canned subject matter
concerning my side of the conversation.


just so happens
teleporting's one the only habits
about which i'm passionate.
maybe you wanna get accustomed to the practice.
if you want the basics
gonna do my best for this moment
to make you an ace on
flitting to and fro w/ luxury flow;
with that,
understand i'm no expert ...
usually sum this crash course like so —


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2
22
2016


*
#&
!$%
^&*^
%@!!)
#000000


yao !
mama ...
just gimme a min't
to get wit it ...
takes a sec each time
ya drop out the line —
routine adjusting to the broadcast.
plus they say it's important to stretch.


now let's see —
presence, check
posture, correct.
lights, camera, action —
representin'.
now just where were we
presently?
ah yes,
that reminds me —


the times rhyme fast.
(critical mass.)
i want to make the most of both yours and mine.
unfortunately,
no answer key.
means you're in for insights
glanced upon via instance;
& with that—
welcome to teleporting 101.


the catch is this —
ain't no teacher,
but a very below-average student,
who happened to ditch class,
via teleportation tactic
& arrive @ a viewer like you.
as far as who found who —
don't ask.
just here hoping to learn something too.



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2
21
2016


of what matter
to me?
the hearth is your @yster ...


— Walrus



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2
20
2016


in which
ye believe —
the pearl or seed?


— Carpenter



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2
19
2016


a golden apple


— Atlas


Crush'd



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2
18
2016


and so it began,
my descent along the spiral
matted across the grassy hill.
with each step,
the fog,
increasingly icy to the touch...


before long,
came aware —
sensation wasn't just the fog;
the loathing ...
it was returning,
impacting with every step trod'd.


where was i going,
mattered not;
the mystery was unwelcomed.
for what could it be
but more of the same
joy, pain, sorrow,
featured along a twist of fate,
destined to turn,
turn again.


but there i'd gone again —
taking it in —
personalizing my experience ...
when was i going to remember
— once & for all —
it wasn't about me,
but all beyond ...


had i learned nothing thus far
from the world i'd failed
& allowed to fall?
— that far as i knew, was now out of reach?
beyond the pain,
entertained the thought,
that i must have gathered some iota worth knowing ...
for did i not believe?
was not i searching?
sincerely set upon discovery?


following the spiral
helped affirmed my resolve —
way i saw,
braving the follow through
was all that need'd be done.
would not be easy,
but if not impossible,
at least a task for striving towards.


with every step of the walk,
felt something new ...
more driven with intent
on rekindling my relationship
with the world;
set on lifting it higher than before
as a means to redeem my fallen story ...


stopped at that thought.
there ...
up ahead ...
the fog fading about the path ...
at its center
a lightness ...
a lightness brightly shining ...


advanced several steps further
before stopping once more.
couldn't quite believe
what my eyes were seeing ...
knew not what to make of it, exactly ...
but there at the center of the spiral path —



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2
17
2016


had ask'd myself the question before,
but perhaps, never quite
from the present perspective ...
was upon a hilltop
amidst the thick fog;
the distance, shrouded ...


“where've i now landed amidst this universe?”


place seemed ordinary
yet, strange ...
bit too quiet to be calming ...
felt
like
something
or someone
was watching ...
The Gods, most likely ...


absolutely.
The Gods,
punishing.
how i'd ended up here, most likely ...
been banished to this obscure wasteland
to suffer some intolerable number of Dark Ages
in isolation...


at the thought,
the old fury
rising quickly within me ...
same shade that sparked my fall in the first place.
upon reminding myself to get in control,
breathed at length,
ordered my calm ...
returning ...
with my stillness,
observed the grasses beneath my feet ...


the wild grasses
looked wet with green,
unruly,
yet sparsely matted.
looking closer,
noticed a track
where something appeared to have crossed
— or rolled —
down the hill.
the world ...
at the thought,
followed the track
along its downward spiral.



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2
16
2016


fallen.
dropped it.
had lost touch.
heart sunk to think upon
where the world
may have rolled off to ...


how could i let this happen?
where i'd failed,
knew not.
as i lay,
memory played
the bitter chains of events
over
&
over ...


relived ages of time & space.
could still taste the air of those very moments
on the tip of my tongue.
had had enough.
feeling sick.
but knowing of no way to end it,
continued to lay.
memory played.
forced myself to stomach it.


events.
realizations.
new insights,
clicking ...
wanted to refuse the logic ...
couldn't ignore my understanding.
reflective times
tend to permit the mind
to push quite aggressively ...


finally,
clenched fists & pushed up.
took a stand & fashion'd responsibility to reckon with.
the time to find the world
had come.
wasn't til then the question occurred —


“and where am i now?”



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2
15
2016


cold.
crush'd.
arrived like the rest of us,
but perhaps laid in the grasses
longer than most.
was left alone.
nobody bothered.


early.
morning.
fog was thick.
perfect.
needed time
as between being born of wind & fire,
& facing the elements,
felt good as broken ...
hadn't quite happened.


the fall had hit hard.
scar tissue ...
doesn't matter.
time would tend.
til then,
decided to close my eyes.
time happened,
& then some.
yes, i thought:
better.


stopped thinking.
fog, numbing.
for that moment,
forgot everything.
& at once, remembered —
opened my eyes.


“what have i done?”



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2
14
2016


but Hally,
even in here,
still numb'd w/ love, truly;
think of the Efficiency —
cutting Surplus Spending —
our Discounts, combined ...


won't u have a heart?
bail out this broken lover?
(for once in ur life, think of the dollar sign ...)


o Hally,
even our name rhymey.
isn't it enough to make u want to be mine?


— Wally Martee


Letters from Hearth County Jail



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2
13
2016


Pre-V-Day
~ Special ~
Down to get up?
Stop by tonight
&
Show your bad loving —
Now Taking Card, Check, & Cold Hard Cash


— Hally Marquee

Undercover Agent

Sign in Window @ Red Light District



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2
12
2016


yes kid,
let's imagine you survive the tightrope,
the cannon,
even the Portuguese Man-O-War fiends ...
in that case,
next up's the part of the act i megaphone as —


“the moment everybody been waiting for!”


upon bouncing out that Man-O-War Tank,
you're gonna find yourself in a spacious rink
enclosed with a 7'-high wall;
the grounds between,
confounded
with an arrangement of mirrors
set up by the Jack of Hearts, himself ...


between the mirrors ...
well ...
let's just say you'll smell the hunger games
on its breath before it takes the time to slay ...
the Namean Lion.
arguably the Big Top's scariest attraction;
i don't do details,
but bloods & guts be 2 keywords
that tend show the picture.


now as you're waltzing,
as you're about'n peering b/w the mirrors,
you may get emotional,
experience anticipation,
next, you're anxious w/ nerves outrageous.
given the angle,
might find yourself scared of your own reflection;
given your breaking point,
may wish the lion get it over with.


while a quick kill ain't a crowd-pleaser,
nothing that satiates the beast better
than a wholesome belly full o tremble.
on the otherhand,
if you're looking to raise fists,
heh, heh, heh,
simply begin to feel your way around the mirrors ...


that's right's.
just brush your touch
across your reflection.
one of them's a passage to a jungle
where the wild things are
— that's correct.


discover it.
enter.
don't look back.
think forward.
you're on your own,
but not alone;
(never)
got nano cameras tucked all throughout that heart of darkness.
only difference is from that point,
you'll be live on television;


once you're there,
we'll keep you airing,
while setting up the next act;
we'll check the Stream,
assess your Ratings,
& decide on whether the crowd
wants send Bungalo Bill after ya,
to drag you back to the Big Top.


know some this junk
might be a Fraction to digest;
if you forget all else —
remember the Remainder:
far as you're concerned,
the Hearth is about
life ∞ love;
your participation is requested.


so go introduce yourself to the cast,
go shake hands with the clowns;
if you've questions / feedback,
contact my off-the-record secretary.
with that,
time to pull out my Strike Anywhere Matches,
get set, intern —
Ceremony's now beginning...


— Ringling Bro #11



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2
11
2016


no turnin' back,
how it goes,
once inside the Big Top Tent;
i'd give you a chance to look around,
but you're to be the opening act.


walk alongside,
i'll run you through the stunts
our paying guests
have come to see you be thrown at ...
first up,
consider it your standard
Balance Test.


see this ladder?
you're gonna climb it,
right up to that Tightrope.
you're job is to walk across it to the otherside;
the catch is that the tightrope
is actually an Elastic Fuse.
which i'm gonna light to get ye dancing.


unless you've thick soles,
2 options —
option 1 —
you fall to the 15 Knife-Juggling Clowns that'll be beneath ya;
they'll dice you 'fore you hit the ground;
rumor has it you don't feel a thing.


however,
if you take advantage of the tightrope's elasticity,
and are up for trying a faith-leap of perfect-timing,
Abel,
one the trapeze brother's,
will without question, catch you;
but he's gonna flip you to his trapeze brother,
who 's gonna toss you down to the Human Canon.


you'll blast off upon landing —
right towards
the Portuguese Man-O-War Tank,
that've just so happen to've been injected
with the RBST growth hormone.


you hit the waters,
you're due to be tentacled several tangles over;
again, you'll flatline 'fore you realize;
but if you got some that leap left in you,
and can bounce across them Man-O-War bubbles,
well now,
in that case,
you've got one more act coming...


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2
10
2016


i woke, blast it!
predictable, right?
had gotten a wince overexcited ...
after-affect was quite the opposite,
sitting up there in bed —
coulda fried an ostrich egg on my head.


don't smile, intern —
don't.
warnin' ya, when i go mad
i get the fever.
how else you think
i came to leading this rinky-tink Circus?
market don't want me;
asylum can't keep me.


mind was freakshow angry
throughout making my bed —
as dressing —
even as breakfasting m'fast 3 pots of coffee,
only think i could think on
was finding intern;
slaying you proper.


you betcha i were wantin' revenge.
don't take kindly
to being ripped from m'seat-edge,
to find myself struck dumb between pillows 'n sheets!
& no,
maybe warn't your fault precisely.
but you do exist,
& your presence, presenting ...


wasn't til i was storming about the grounds,
in search for ye,
that i thought to myself —
but what better way to do you in,
than to welcome you right this way —
to step right up —
come inside our colorful Big Top Tent


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2
9
2016


yes, princess —
a dream ...
rare as a harvest moon, it be, indeed
that a dream flash
via this rattled eggshell mind —
but when it happens,
i take it as blessing,
naked —
undisguised.


why or for what reason
it was starring you,
well, who can say?
walk with me now & i'll run you through
a quick replay on how it happened.


started off in our Big Rig Semi —
i was in the passenger seat;
you intern, were driving,
eyes on the road,
hands on the wheel,
doing rings around the circus,
occasionally reaching for your cup of herbal tea
to take a neat sip.


you were building up an inertia load O momentum
w/ the whole of our traveling band on board —
all 17 Circus Carts!
ha!
imagine!
our entire gig,
riding on intern's back!


what was a Ringmaster to think?
parta me knew it had to be dream ...
parta me was knowin' it to be the real thing ...
all that mattered:
t'was happening.
suddenly was hankering to have a good time!


“Faster!”
i yelled,
“Go!”
“Punch the Engine Quicker!”
“Haste makes waste, intern!
Keep a stable pace!
Keep accelerating!
Ha ha ha!


was pleased to see ya took orders well —
stepped on it like a champ.
meanwhile,
was getting quality kicks,
suddenly, needing more.


reaching over,
i swung the wheel,
steering us clean out the loop —
straight for the heart-center of the Big Top Spectacular,

towards the runway
that flowed unto the ramp —
aimed on the Elephant.


“your Rooibos won't save ye now!”
said i,
pouring Whisky in your herbal tea
while searching your eyes
for uncertainty, confidence —
something of the like;
only thing i saw,
was a reflection of the ramp we were climbing;
right then, it happened —


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2
8
2016


sea's alright,
but m'pal Ahab
already stole it's saltiest glory ...
y'ask me,
Moby Dick's the Circus —
ya're up for a front-row sit on the bit.


that's right, kid —
welcome.
& how long ya been interning with us now yet?
3 months ...
h'm ...
s'pose ya've know by now what to expect.
in any case,
do what i can to keep our crew w/ the highest O spirits ...


love the circus!
love the circus!
the grizzlies! the mirrors!
the carnival lights!
my sword-swallower, here,
blade at the neck, daily —
rise & shining to life on the line!


love the circus!
love the carnage!
& no, [X]-rated, not for the darlings ...
but for those of us licking our teeth
for a bullet to bite,
heh, heh, heh ...
we're so lucky to have ya, kid ...


but enough of the sideshow —
ceremony's upcoming,
& tho ya've hardly matured with the scents,
last show was a wreck —
you're gonna be tonight's Feature Presentation.


my advice —
embrace surprise —
The Circus Way of Life.
also helps us cut through
the charade of facade —
reveals how ya hold up to the act
once a dozen or so spotlights be licking ya lime ...


as always,
choice up to you:
want to leave, by all means, do so now;
whatever ya do,
if you're planning to go,
just don't step foot w/ me in that Big Top.


tough world out there, kid ...
them's the fact.
but Circus here's a nitemare from your wildest fantasy
come true ...
& to think
you were a dream of mine,
just last evening ...


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2
7
2016


Poppy's Go
would not flow lean
were it not for his Oil.


— Olive



How a Flappa w/ Class Tamed Her Sailor



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2
6
2016


& when the waters be lazy'd
& winds without puff,
will pop a can of Green up to catch in me pipe,
& blow rock 'N roll
unto the sails
across me own corner O lonely sea ...


— Poppy



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2
5
2016


take my card —


________________

| Open Your Sails |
________________


— Dr. S.


Where the Mainstream Ends



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2
4
2016


in want of a line
to experience time?


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2
3
2016


and how does it seem
?
that which entailed?


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2
2
2016


how does it mean?


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2
1
2016


do you believe?


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∗ ∗ ∗ To Be Continued ...
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