January 2016

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1
31
2016


escaping —
one thing ...
arriving —
another ...
but getting by, quite divided —


meditate thy form & color


— Sirius


Postcard From Italy


Addressed To:
P.O. Box 01
White Room
Hearth



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1
30
2016


if i can break through in cuffs,
you can make it with a touch;
remember
all in all,
there is no illusion;


with that,
hat's off;
best wishes.


— Houdini


P.S.


make like a White Rabbit


Writing on the White Room Wall



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1
29
2016


If only to
Imagine
The Celebration of Life
One will find awaiting with Season's Greeting!
Enough Kindred Embracings
&
Time's Square Confectting's
To Make the Moment a Lifetime Experiencing.


But no more keeping you Steady —
It's time to Ping;
To Brave the Sanity
Once & For All Ways!
Upon Thy Arriving,
Assess yourself a Fit
Regardless the Dimension
Enveloping.
Do well
Keep in mind
The Whole Time
It's a Creative Learning Experience
Featuring The Beauty Within
For Delivering.


Beyond that,
Observe your chances
Via Action —
Minimize Risk
By living a bit —
When enough your Fabric
Has collaged into your Element,
Run with it;
Quick.


Perhaps we'll cross paths again —
Maybe get you fixed with your own
CC BY SA Copyleft Certificate —
Good for Community Service,
Tax Purposes,
Resilience —
Lookout for the Strike-Through Vandals.


Sincerely,


S. Westing

Hearth Realtor


White Room Letter Addressed to Enterer



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1
28
2016


You know what ...
Forget Everything.
Yes.
Even the thing I've just said —
Rip all Remembrances of this Nonsense to shreds.
For suddenly!
Something about your Essence
Rings into my ear drum
With a Pounding Beckon
That you're going to do
Outstandingly,
Remarkably
Great!
According to your own Natural Way of Being —


Let's cut straight to The Test!


Well, yes —
Course there's a Test.
But one need not be intimidated;
think it a mere
Entrance Exam
of
Maturity Proficiency
That you must Fail Completely or Pass
with Radical Class!
...
And if you find that contradicting
or
Intestinally Unsettling,
Just deem it a Game
One best try on for style.


So here you are — & have @ it!
Course it's a Straight-Jacket!
— (2017 Fashion) —
Custom-designed for the White Room —
One size, fits all;
Not to mention
That Jacket's
With one of Sharpest Collars
You'll find in Town ...


Well, don't be shy —
Suit up Sailor!
Just match up the velcro patches;
Straps through the Buckles
Right there on the side ...
And look at that —
Dressed yourself up fine!
Might I add
You look
Magnetically
Kitsch!
And now's it time to have some fun...


You may have noticed
The jacket is padded;
Just so happens
The walls of the White Room
Are Interior Decorated w/ Jigsaw Pattern
— (A Paisley Fabrication) —
Subtle, but Present;
The good news is,
B/w
You and Your Straight Jacket's
The Key
For Immediate Access!


So let go!
Have some fun!
Ping like you Mean It —
try not to Pong;
& if you're just In It to bounce around some —
Well then —
Persevere, Good Friend!
Up to Your Last,
Til the Light comes on
& you Pinball Through —


Unto
The
Hearth!



∗ ∗ ∗



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1
27
2016


Praise Be !
&
Allelujah !
For
You
Saw
The Sign !
Overlooked the Graffiti!
Advanced the Path!
Thy Initiative, United Us, At Last!


And how do you like The White Room ?
Yes — Practically Empty, save for that coat hanger.
But isn't it nice?
The Wall Paper's my favorite —
Bares Something of a Spacious Appeal,
You may have noticed ...
Notice with Precision,
May begin to feel as though it draws you in ...


That said,
Hope The Strike-Through Vandals
Didn't slow you any ...
Teenagers fancy themselves a level hand with a Felt-Tip Sharpie.
They've a quick trigger when it comes to the draw —
I'll give them that ...
But all in all are a nasty lot, if you ask me ...
But where was I?
H'm ...


And off the rails I go again
— Running the Tongue —
Just another reason I prefer
Leaving the Word to Letters.
Let's get to what bit of it we may
While the day still young, shall we?


FOR STARTS !


The Sooner
You make yourself at Home,
— in all ways & none —
The better off you'll be;
As far as Where We're At
&
What you can do to Get There,
Via good times & bad,
You'll come to see...


Following or Pondering?
Perhaps in between ...
Perfectly fine, only fear not, Confusion;
So long as you don't start nodding bobble-headedly
Along with this insanity,
You're alright with me ...


That said, consider —
For any given instance of reality
I oft reflect on Hot Air —
As in the kind one might find inside a balloon
That could pop at any second
Without making an inch of difference;
Should you wield it ...
Verily,
Lift the View ...


For Lo!
All of the Vantage you need
Can be found within the Walls of the White Room;
Realization is Necessary for entering Hearth.
For although it's Open,
Getting beyond the Gate
Tends to require,
Well ...
A Peculiar Aligning ...
Appreciate your Presence for Whatever it's worth.


Far as what's to be expected of you upon arriving —
Beyond me, entirely;
To have Personality — a plus;
Issues — a must;
Do you like Circles?
H'm...
How about puzzles ?



∗ ∗ ∗



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1
26
2016


Hello Friend !
&
Welcome On In !
&
Aren't You Excited ?!


No extraordinary reason to be, that is,
Outside my inability
To discover a mode of exchange
More endearing
Than one featuring an Enthusiastic Dash!


Adds a spritz of Zest to the Occasion, yes?
And doesn't it do you, Positively?
Besides, who needs Lemons, anyway —
But where was I ?
H'm ...


H'm indeed ...
Would seem my former Train of Thought
Hath gone off the rails ...
Guess it goes to show —
Too much to say in a day
Fixed with Limits,
And in that case,
Nothing really sacred to speak of in the first place ...


So long as
The Walk-a-Walking's
At race with
Talk-a-Talking,
An Explicit Word or two ought do just fine —
Afterall —


You saw the Sign!



∗ ∗ ∗



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1
25
2016



Hearth Realty Office

~ Gateway ~

To the Land of Promise


Whether You Want
In or Out,
You're Here Now !
&
We
Are
Accepting Applicants !


Discover a Community
of Magical
Realism
from
Sea to Shining Sea


Take a Hike On the Wildside
to
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
&
Get Lost Midst the Spacious Skies !


Experience a Land of Opportunity
Limited Only
To
Your Dreams


Why Turn Around
When You Could
Be On Your Way?
Stop On By Our White Room
Today
And Discover If You're Eligible!



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1
24
2016


Come closer,
my dear ...


— Narcissus



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1
23
2016


mirror mirror,
on the wall,
who's the fairest one of all?


— Echo



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1
22
2016


well,
that was real nice.
thanks all for stopping by.
hope you enjoyed the set.
follow me on twitter,
instagram,
google+,
linkedIn,
facebook,
reddit,
foursquare,
pinterest
google+,
(shoot, did i already say google+?)
o, shoot ...
dang, too ...
well, it's just ...
just know i'm forgetting one
& don't want any you to miss anything
'bout anything
that happen to be share-worthy/scintillating
in the midst o my sphere ...


i mean,
especially when there's so many
cyber-life-levels we can connect at ...


o well / darn.
but guess it no matter.
only remember password for twitter.


— yogi marx



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1
21
2016


speaking of apples —
have been working at
leading a life
of greater meaning
&
higher purpose ...
yeah.
“how you like them apples?”
sorry, just always wanted to say that.


but seriously,
greater meaning & higher purpose —
discussed the practice with some of my interns
who opined that for starts
i ought probably just get a real job.
...
but what do they know ?
they're unpaid interns.


looking back,
shouldn't say they're unpaid,
but actually,
paid in an invaluable currency
better known as 'experience' —
a commodity that just so happens
to transcend your average banknote.


& thinking further —
wow.
what a tremendous service i'm offering them ...
suddenly
seems i'm on way
towards leading a life of
greater meaning & higher purpose ...
don't you love when it all comes full circle?
/
how ya like them apples?


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1
20
2016


could be worse —
for instance,
ever bite into an apple that was too crisp?


i know, right?
it's like — shut-up.
an apple that's too crisp?
impossible
/
time to just shut-up.
but the other day,
took a bite out a granny smith
that up'n chipped my front tooth.


yep.
one my pearly whites
knocked out by a granny.
thinkin' it musta been one of those GMO apples.
you know, genetically modified organisms.
a.k.a. —
scientists way of remaking nature,
in an effort to make the sale.
ha, ha, ha.
scientists.
p.s. —
#cute.


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1
19
2016


cuz seriously tho —
Universe?
call this a comedy club?
venue is sober as a wikipedia page
where public edits ain't allowed ...


by the way, folks,
this is how you know
your career as a comic
has hit a new all-time low —
when you're delivering your set via wikipedia.


doing a stand-up set on wikipedia
feels like delivering your material in a library,
where all the librarians are just like —


"Shhh!"


except instead of the “Shhh!”
coming from librarians,
it's the Sound Of Silence that steals the show ...


o, Silence ...
you worthy foe ...
(pin-drop)
(ouch)


it's times like these,
wish i had
a librarian's shoulder to lean on ...


∗ ∗ ∗



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1
18
2016


so you know how people say:


"o yeah,
this & that happened —
& at the time, it was super awkward.
but looking back on it, now,
it's funny."


that's how this stand-up set
is gonna be for all us —
super awkward,
except,
in like 6 months,
you're not going to look back on it.


∗ ∗ ∗



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1
17
2016


P.S.!
in here!
don't fear the shadows.
come warm by the fire,
will throw you on some tea ...


— Captain Beat


in hiding,
in the Cave,
in Hearth ...



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1
16
2016


der Roman ist tot.


— Bolshlandivik


Exiled Conspiracy-Theorist,
On The Run,
Last Seen In Hearth



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1
15
2016


speaking of flying,
it's right time ye get on
intimately minglin' with destiny —
walk the carts,
experience the train,
as you're startin' —
need a favor ...


six carts back's
a sharp-dressed cat
that just so happens to be my connection ...
now,
if he's spending time with his daughter,
don't bother him;
otherwise,
give him a wink right like this;


he's got something for me,
y'understand?
you bring it to me —
sans rest stops along the way.
but you gotta beware!
agents aboard this rig,
& you betcha they're in disguises.


if you make it back to me
in a timely,
respectable fashion,
well then ...
perhaps we'll actually consider making
a special stop for you ...
no promises, kid
— naturally —
& what your business here anyway?


— Casey Jones



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1
14
2016


we're stealing after infinity —
working for the beyond
on a train stack'd of vagabonds —
freebirds for hire.


rat pack of misfits back there
cause awful lots of commotion,
but if connection fits,
dots lock,
closed-circuit go electric.


you betcha they're hankering
to light something up.
makes the world worth going round.
keeps time moving across the clock.
you oughta take a chance —
advance on them —
engage personalities
& discover how each unique facet
aim to set you straight.


each soul be a treasure of some mysterious measure;
once realized,
one possess the first step in beholding the gold.
don't touch it,
but rather
lend merit to your vision —
your interpretations —
& when in doubt,
reflect on history,
see how the ages went'n handled it.


but why'm i ramblin'?
you're here.
you must know where you're at
& where & what you're for looking.
but if you're still looking,
start finding —
enlightenment now.
remember, kid —
the hour's one purpose —


fly on forever.


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1
13
2016


slave trade, my game —
characters, my business —
my #1 resource —
that's right, kid ...


if you're here,
well gosh darn then —
congratulations
but whatever, also —
you've been expected ...


nervous?
why be?
i'm all aboard this rig, too ...
just do a favor —
don't publicly start hating on
my dime-a-dozen
niche market.


all-in-all,
my practice humanitarian,
mostly.
my slaves are cage-free,
& strings, attached,
quite forgiving,
with chances about 50-50
ye'll get along right fine
& smiling.


beyond that.
don't ask for details
don't know 'em —
don't want to.
far as i can tell,
what works today,
long gone tomorrow —
one gap in the tracks,
will stack the odds
with big impact
against us.
lord forbid,
i take the hit of consequences …


been warned before —
i'm grinding timetable's fine line.
almost convinced
boss keeps me on
just to keep me from sleeping.
as it is
all happening too fast
to take notice ...
& can you blame a guy for driving after
an instance more dreamy?


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1
12
2016


let me guess ...
quiet type?
well, that's just right fine.
but whoever y'are
allow me confide —
time arrived to
go-go-go
get.


enjoy the sights how you may
whether gorgeous or less than;
so long as you're aboard,
you're in for a,
um ...
eclectic mix
..?
realms we'll cross,
honestly,
your guess, good as mine.


just keep in mind that
whereever we be,
however ye see,
do well to excel to the point of

— realization —

raw or not, kid,
you're in for the ride ...
but if such is life
why not dig it?


debark as you please —
Great Plains,
Rocky Mountains,
makes no difference to me.
just don't come to my cabin
requesting a special stop.
you got something to say,
save it for the comment box;
you somewhere to be,
make the leap of faith.


don't take me wrong, kid,
nor think i no care.
got a big red heart, too ...
but it beating in overdrive,
pumping these eyes bloodshot-wide.
working overtime,
you see ...


all parta making up
for moments gone...
one more strike against me,
well,
there may be mutiny ...
& if you've seen some of the folk on this truck,
well,
may have an idea on what i mean ...


more'n one rough edge back there in coach;
cats in first class got sharper knives ...
just mind your business,
stay in line.
so long as you got direction,
no fear to fathom.
sooner or later
you'll get a right feel
on the kind of operation
we're running here ...


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1
11
2016


dawn,
morning,
sunshine,
sure fine,
but remember
new year's yesterday's news
already
& who cares when resolutions
don't survive past january?


but 'nough talk —
best not get me started,
yet we're too late for that, too —
so let's get on with it,
shall we?


couldn't stop pick you up back there.
don't take it personal ...
sometimes
the moment really
tick
my
clock

too,
nobody like being pull'd
this way
+ that
but this herein engine burn oil & fuel.


truth is,
rig ain't stopped for nobody
nor holiday,
since 1873 —
just been plowing down the tracks
w/ characters in line —
& who are you anyways?


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1
10
2016


Hearth Classifieds:


old photograph
up 4 sale
@


Hearth Pawn Shop


will trade for gold
or
chunk of wall ...


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Picture — Banksy | Photo — Reuters


blue sky
via
passer by


— that merry wanderer of the night



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1
9
2016


Hearth Classifieds:


salvaged paint chips O moment
up 4 sale
@


Black-Gold Market


if u want it,
be there


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Picture — Banksy


night vision
fly
cross precision


— Neo



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1
8
2016


insight landed,
warming me up
to the last petal of the enchanted bud.
had a moment
& soon after,
returned to my chamber —
to the arms of my beast,
where i bided my time,
embraced the pain,
& fell into golden slumbers ...


by the way —
you're kinda cute ...
did you know?
reason i ask
is
well ...
sometimes
we all could use a new friend ...
would just
love
to set you up w/ Lady Vira ...


sometimes
a breath of fresh air
just requires a new means of flight ...



— Belle



Psychiatry via Diva



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1
7
2016


made me reflect
on the cycle —
how resurrecting the bloom
would again destine
the petals to fall
& in turn,
be torn ...
one could cut the thorns,
but is not their danger
part of the beauty
that is the flower?



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1
6
2016


with sight of the green,
thoughts of spring —
a realization that
life —

love —
sustained the flower before me,
& that with a pruning touch
its splendor could be restored;
someday soon in bloom,
once more ...



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1
5
2016


recall the hurt
when it fell from grace —
the lacy thing, ravaged by thorns
as it swayed its descent
before laying to rest
alongside
the upright stem of green ...



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1
4
2016


some evenings,
when the sufferings are sharpest,
& loneliness,
overwhelming,
i think back to the night
when a single petal
remained of the enchanted rosebud ...



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1
3
2016


it's just ...
some nights,
vhen neither
the body nor blood
hath satisfied,
i avake in frwantic terror,
& claw myself to tatters ...


of the friction,
start a fire,
that burn my soul alive ...
up frwom the ashes,
i arwise,
renewed & pristine
via form of the phoenix ...


for a short vhile,
i dry my vings ...
everything vonderful,
life — nearly, a dream ...
til amidst the celebration,
unsuspecting i gets bit by a bat
& fade back to black ...


all over again, it happens.
skin turn pale.
vampirish appetite.
but such is the cycle of life,
right?
vhat to do
but have a bite?


& how do you cope vith ongoing strife?


— Dracula



Dracula Confessions



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1
2
2016


by the light of sunrise
shining through
her dungeon tower window,
she looked outside,
sighed on the beauty,
smiled then sat at her golden loom
before a square of silken spectrum,
where she got to weaving a tapestry of dreams —
a day to blow to you ...


— Rapunzel



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1
1
2016


sunlight —
the dawn —
mists, burned off.
he lay upon a random hillside,
panged over the rude awakening
w/ the young lady whose sentence cut off —
heavy on his thoughts.


he remembered more clearly now
— the reality once b/w them —
it hadn't turned out
as it was supposed to be ...
the dream was unfinished
— ripped open, worse than broken —
frayed tatters of the memory,
blowing as tingling
the senses
with innervating haunting...


the new beginning he'd been after,
now
yonder beyond him.
with only but a coda of the same chapter
of the Old Story
awaiting ...


seemed there was no escape.
the past would not shake.
felt no forgiveness towards his self,
nor did he believe in second chances,
impressions had been made —
had flawed affect —
and each dent as a scar —
within / without him ...


he'd misinterpreted
the force.
the toll,
more fascinating
— excruciating —
than he ever imagined...
what was more,
it would not let go,
holding him so dearly close ...


such was the result
of becoming so overwhelmed
w/ the questions & signs
there for freely exploring
his daring attempt
for an explosive breadth
of
omnidirectional evolving
costing him his center...


to reach the end of rainbow ...


seemed a wonderfully innocent outing back then.
how unexpected —
the stress with each step of the walk
(torment)
slipping inside
on the subconscious sly
as silently needling needling needling (!)


he recalled the instance
when the insane
choked his consciousness ...
he fainted —
dropped —
bled heartwise, to the edge —
it honestly wished to quit pumping ...
with only the Eye
stirring the
Unconscious Eyes
via REM jumpstartings ...


it was as the dream took place,
that his senses restored
and he'd awoken with a strange sense of clarity ...
no vapors nor rainbow,
nor sign of philosopher —
only the sun
shining over the hillsides...


the sun rose.
he watched close
as light crossed the levels of rolling lands,
where several others upon summits
below & above him
appeared equally isolated as he.


some were awake.
some still sleeping.
he wondered if they'd too,
taken a walk for the color
and where they would go from there ...
& what was his plan for the day?


with the instance,
the realization —
no matter where he was in the world,
there was experience to shape
via the time that remained,
& responsibility to dictate the confines ...


at thought of the fine line,
fire raged through his mind,
wild with abandon against the constraints ...
with a deep breath,
he braced the flames,
concentrating every last ember
to his heart's desire...


he was just warming up
or told himself, anyways.
in any case,
it was hard for him to feel much of anything now
beyond a presence for freshly discovering ...


w/ the thought
awareness of his surroundings —
of the blanket
composed of a colorful array of patches,
and in the shade of the spectrum,
he saw the days of his life —
he realized it was the first day of a New Year...


and thinking where to start —
of how to begin —
he arose,
envisioning the facet of the rainbow, captured
as a cape
to take him
far, far away
without expectation
to mysterious dream-scenes yearning for exploring ...


he thought of the girl —
of where she was at —
a time & place where they would equally meet ...
w/ that
he whisked the blanket around him
disappearing!,
w/out leaving a trace
save this —


life ∞ love


— Crouching Tiger



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