Aux-lo takes the scraps of a discarded world and places them into arrangement. Never like the mass of agreement, never given the space or time. Auxiliary set low, for worldly planes, that crave a background ambiance. Never in need of the spotlit pop machine. Curious of the unpolished jem. pushing forward with burning books, agitating the normal idea that brought us here. Now is forever tomorrow the next!
TUNAGE
Monday, October 23, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
ruff 2bu
waiting within
crocked out on the lawn
Life is so very cool
crocked rocked the rose
that goes home to desperate
poetry
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Hot and dry
beat the days
walking the Idaho roadway
my boots scuffed into reality
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NIGHT
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Little princess
with claws
your brother cant sleep
just listening to the rain
without you
how delicate
angels fall
into the unknown
Thursday, October 19, 2006
tuff 2 b a star
I am a perfected angel
seen wandering among the heap of what gods give
sometimes I remember how beautifully she is,
and so I suffer that she may gain a little happiness
under a godly wing
I gathered an empty dream container,
filled with the illusions of love.
Under loss, could we see clearly?
the wanderings of a super stupor I don't fit shit day.
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ENOUGH OF WHAT MAY OR NOT OCCUR
I AM ON THE TRIP
GRAND ACCEPTANCE OVER A MORNING CUP OF COFFEE
YEA-
WHATEVER I DO I AM STILL ON THE TRIP
HELLO TO THE PRESENT
THAT IS ENOUGH AS IT OCCURS
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BEAST
I labor over my psychosis
like a wild animal, until
I realize its not even me
I become unattached to the fire of a non-distant world.
calm, clear, and present
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Another trip into the past
Little
finds
little
forming
little
reality
something unwanted
share the dirt
they are looking for you
its the way she reacts
if it was if it was
some want it
others turn away
they'll be looking for it
buzz
stink
its just another point of view
honesty covers it the best
just give me the clarity and I'll be on my way
REVISION
its a reaction
my silence doesn't wanna mention
you don't have to demand
you don't have to turn around
there not all the same
and if you see me that way
our honesty will cover us
with waves of clarity
Saturday, October 07, 2006
The first book
Words from the past.
I am out
What you Give
A chair needs a low room
getting down and out.
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So you wanna close your eyes
babe let me tell you
there was a time when I found your blue eyes
blue eyes like the sea
and ships will sail
just to reach you
and you wanna close your eyes
so chile close your eyes to me
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The thicker the tree
the louder the house
the stronger the culture
the busier man works for the beautiful windowed world
within this thick tree
silence takes shelter
casual in a mask called home
and that's pretty damn thick
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ENOUGH OF IT
Lets run to the river
jump in
baptize ourselves in natures belief
start our new life
under afternoon sunlight
flickering though leaves
drying our bodies on river rocks
and fallen silver trees
at least the young swimming trout
seem to understand enough of it
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autumn parking lots
reveal a luna understanding
oh my equal candlelight
you should know
I can't complain
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I'd rather be free
for a wave
pause for a moment
escape the TV
A heavy hat
stained into silence
let it roll into me
I am worth the dream
good men wonder
crave it like the sun
cross it like a bridge
her terra bottle divine
whether I live or die
I am the beautiful friend
sun is on the rise
a hope for you and me
lock it up
march it down
live good
my spaced out
spent man
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
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