the goddess of account

she was a pattern
collecting cakes of coins
smelling unbroken fish
i looked at her ass
and it was shaped like a pew

say bless when everything is miss spelled

my burning gut started its wiggle
when the sleeping morning would not sleep
each painchild is feasting
speaking songs of knots
providence lies
prayer
waits

drowning courage

demon out there thinks big
editing faith and trust
playing with my delusions
i forget Paul made the shore

ization ( I like the end of some words)

lines of unpredictability in ice
frighten
the fool of truth,
Peter walked on water and why not
good words always slide off the page to play
love is the double letter of one
and
when i wash with weeping i will be kind
realization
flows

unfailing

fear pages flip and flip my screen
herds and herds of cars never snooze
guns in pockets here and there

a sing is still in the blue sky
love has ears
ps.44.26

muzzle confessions

mourning flowers blossomed
sad darkness left
coffee kissed
i tripped
the dog in my tongue
barked
the guard was gone




PS.39.1

so salt

What!
salt keeps coming in my head
it drinks my water
I become i
and do not see





PS.40.12

vindicate

words thick and glue spread on me like peanutbutter and jam
his lips licked the knife wet and slick
i disappeared inside my cracks

weeping Christ appeared




Ps.43.1

striv(ing)

my tumor is ing

i like ings held in hand
i like ings that are things
i like ings in my hynms

cutting out ing didn't sting






(ps.46.10)

Forever

count is gone
floating holes live in this white page
caressing
turn the page and it will go away



(Ps.48.14)

ought(ing)

reverse my skin
has a wrinkle that makes its way ahead
more water gallons make me smooth
that is the be of me
time can wave
speak in this text
that is next the here
the next word is here

i need to squeeze

reverse verse sits on me
was is
is was
i ought to

hear Roms.8.26

only (mk9:29)

swim sad sand ocean round me
end
comes
on my knees

ps 62.8 (pour)

my skin is the plastic bag
glass fingers will not.
forget and itch

know calm (ps68.19)

i am a tick, fighting
piles.
seeing
screaming screens, hating rats, where dots are friends
careers are mirrors.

on random
air
a butterfly

comfort

nails are meeting my feet
still sweet sky
still blue

Spirit of healing

between the tears are the streams of weeping

trial ( my difficulty that cannot be overcome by logic)

here i sit and watch it eat in my head
feast
in prayer
and sleep.

small

the ant knows were to go. today i don't

dot life

travel inside travel that meets only its tail

lies ( web +design satan)

spiders that never fall asleep in my dreams after i wake.

Love of God

drink in everywhere air

mistaking (why errors add)

Sleeping in life requires loving the sit in culture and the chair in personal space. Therefore viewing is called life. Errors break comfort. Mistakes break chairs. In Falling, the view of life is more real. A mistake is newness .

Divine Press

Time to press something, is required time. Moses spent forty years discovering God before he could face the Red sea. Paul rediscovered the Divine Trinity after silent darkness of three days. Pentecost came after the promise of time.Time of the divine is always inside the space of time that has the form of a ball. Its direction can be pressed into any direction. The direction is always truth.

reverse theory

for each object or idea etc . there is an equal and opposite object or idea that has the same dynamic and force etc. A ball has a cube as its opposite.

reverse theory

for all objects , ideas, etc. there is an equal and opposite object, idea that has the same force , dynamic . therefore a ball has a cube

through the cross of christ

remember the journey after the death of christ . what happened to the wooden cross . the object disappeared . the space shape remains. think. it interects our world