blank blank fullness

If only my words were thoughts at length and speed of flowing air. Quick it runs but down it goes into words slow like heat makes you go,more.heat made from much molecular motion

So many paths crossing lives in minds tossing like a ship from shore to shore - sands and stones are character spots then shown when dock we do to grab and shape this clue

Making better does energy want and move. Get it down to signal, yes, I know you know I know it to be so

See image at site and quickly run most recent rights
This day I felt, recall it now, match up with signs for singers shorn. Shared. KW TS SC SC BK JM DC JW AK AM XX TM SP
Thus all believe again
A poem wrote on my phone so much more than a sound, a note and yet it could only stay awhile though its impact, don't want to lose that
Try to remember thought lines of time like she looks back
Her neck turned to the past of country's last
His flew futuristic always anxious for what's next?
Somewhere right of center they crossed, overlapped while time motion's forward pulled to straight
But tangle singing does run knots across the waves

Character is destiny
Fantasy is fate
Writing out across Hammurabi's slate
Sea, brought back the sea in my hair, sun in my skin
What an incredible time place people food air weather rock swimming laughing SMILING
just so damn content and blessed.
So grateful and full of light and warmth.
Adventure a little
Books and articles eating
Tiny moments of memories, book catapulting
clicking die on felt,
Pina Colada's and tubes, waves and heat with some spray of oil limbs shiny warm
Back it's now parc bench chilly
Palm trees replaced by pine trees
Leaves skipping on cement
Where crabs skipped across sand

my life my lines my beats my rhymes
someone say that one time?
musta been so on my mind

ambient connections of consciousness
collections of my moments
tokens experience,
breathing exhaling truth for another link of green light there's proof
body feeling what's making itself real

stars + planes in the skies
I breathe art
I don't tell no lies
I love trust, believe in my skies
And know enough what's write
about right
And wrong about love
Subversive sometimes
Those time lies
We tell to inside
Never long enough
They keep us alive, aline
By dark ways
Always callin' our bluff
Then see rays, sunshaping
we shine
To meet the night
With slices of life

Latter : Kombucha

My first encounter with this beverage happened late last year, while visiting a friend on the arguably more 'crunchy' of our nation's coasts. I cannot say enough about this miracle elixir. Ok, so no miracles have actually manifested as a direct cause of my consuming it (that I'm aware of) but if you love your body, your health - then learn to love this drink. The smell and knowledge of how it's made may be initially a bit off-putting. Get over it. It's worth it. So worth it.
They've happily expanded their product line to include many-a flavors (mis-nomer as there is absolutely nothing artificial about it) ranging from strawberry, lavender & hibiscus infusions, guava, pomegranate blends, etc etc. It's not the easiest to find at your local bodega but I have a feeling more and more will be carrying GT's "Living Food for the Living Body".

Check out some cool scientific information on the...:

"The culture itself looks somewhat like a large pancake, and though often called a mushroom, a mother of vinegar or by the acronym SCOBY (for "Symbiotic Colony of Bacteria and Yeast"). It is scientifically classified as a zoogleal mat."

A ZOOGLEAL MAT? That's pretty coooooooL!

I do realize that to make this sort of "fermented mushroom tea" a priority among the liquids you take in can be off-putting.

Maybe some drank would be better, no?
Water, sugar, purple.

Kombucha culture can dance around in my belly any day!

Because of its fermented nature, there's a slight, slight, %age of alcohol. The teeny little buzz procured from your first few sips of the bubbly adds a nice touch. Guaranteed smile generator.

http://www.synergydrinks.com/
From the site...
"Each batch is gently placed in a warm and spiritual environment where the walls are painted purple and spiritual music is played. Though it may sound silly, the most important thing that we do when making our batches is to give them LOTS of love. "

UH. That's incredible.

Some fun facts:

In his autobiography, Nobel Prize winner Alexandr Solzhenitsyn wrote that drinking Kombucha helped him survive the Siberian slave camps of the former Soviet Union.

Kombucha has been a health-promoting and life-enhancing wonder food since as early as the Tsin Chinese Dynasty of 221 BC. Its popularity has been documented throughout history in all corners of the world, from Russia to India, Germany to Japan.

The Kombucha organism is a symbiotic colony of yeasts and bacteria that form a strong membrane that covers the liquid/air interface of the vessel it grows in.

Kombucha proponents claim many advantages such as better experience with foods that 'stick' going down such as rice or pasta, increased energy, sharper eyesight, and better skin condition.

Kombucha is delicately cultured - some liken it to fermentation - for 30 days. During this period, essential nutrients form like active enzymes, viable probiotics, amino acids, antioxidants and polyphenols. All of these combine to create an elixir that immediately works with the body to restore balance and vitality.

This is a story about melting potential hate into glory
mix master me runs the ship over what you cannot see
but take a little time
while speaking eye to eye
to peer deeper past the face
the words of people down the street
take in expression
an aqueous transmission sands slip through
the oasis.of her lips, they speak
queens, goddess alike
from Cleopatra comme une femme fatal
to Jackie, Amelia in the air
she managed to release her heart
Helen adventurous
yet trapped, where no one could ever tell her no
so life was only hers to say yes to
and there further down the river,
frogs they sing
disjointed natural harmony
as this vessel moves through their
turning heads, containing worlds apart
of each other
they're connected by that
2 inch valley in the middle of
all our skulls
past which life shines through
a light-giving first earth mother

don't be fooled by the milky way between the lines
it's not the road,
it's the bridge.
and the destination, as always,
is unknown.
knowing is not possible.
read between the lines and you will find..........
more lines.
feel between the lines
and
they will wrap around
_ . _
non-linear answers

this screenshot is not enough.
but the colors mesh well today

said the teller, told to her
colors bheaded, bled into lines
barcodes telling your many lives
"paper or plastic?
that'll be $6.99"

Bombs falling:
their way of
Externalizing
resent, a command from the control tower.
No? Not resent? Static slips out: 'Come in fighter one, we've lost contact.'
"Must let them know who is boss."
Prove it to the other side,
"This war will make us rich, it serves them right."

Destruction comes not from true strength
yet does indeed til the soil for continued death.
That countless-illion-dollar war has, by now
proven a heavy, false strength-necessitating, weakness.
But whose?
no, not MY weakness
Who would be strong enough to take the blame?
Strength sees none to begin with,
yet may be blinded by a former ig'nance,
you see strength makes you see it is only so through refusing to be
not. Negated. But
Once begun, bomb begets bomb
and tangles up lives
Of someone's brother, mother, sister, wives.
Could anyone truly admit, consent that yes, this war's strength is legit?
Or has it gone too far, reaches back into history, long been too late to quit

In turn some sheltered, bombarded they are
by inspiration.
shell clips raining a hard-fought protected sensation.
Perhaps the kind that could feed a nation
Rations of war hurriedly dropped down
from a place in the sky where a pilot,
bird of prey,
'that guy' thought he'd find a piece of His pie.
Helping myself, is that really helping others?
One based on the former
forgotten in favor of more like yore, huh?
If I bake it to feed it
to them the way it is eaten
by lovers not fighters,
would the gesture be taken as a weakness
spur increased hunger to bite
the hand that feeds...

Inspiration.
The word almost feels bad
in my imagined mouth.
Alongside actual hardship
Strength born of actual weakness says
Don't eat it, quick
spit it out.
How'd it get in there it doesn't belong
On the tongue of someone who'd use it
for what is not wrong
for he, might be right for she
"who's to say?"
While strength knows its team,
strength cannot pave the way,
though yellow lines down strength will lay.
Its components: a cabinet full of spices, tricks of games and vices
From whence it derives its strength to be wrong
in so doing,
trips on a fatal flaw, Achilles heel,
Iron-fisted rich meal.
Look deeper to see it, as the stronger you are, the harder to fall, the longer it may take
to uncover what many still only know as fake:
the source of real hunger, teeth just about to break,
tongues blood-ridden and bitten.

Makes a prince from a pauper once starved for food alone,
Now left to feed his strength, an ever-emptied bowl
of a currency that can destroy the soul:
when stemmed, removed from its petald-weakness, made no longer whole
placed upon a shelf, the bell jar doth toll
dictates what's to be seen bi the eye
is only one half of that proper flower in bloom,
a full token of respect
paid to soldiers too late, their strength too broken to cry.

Although I haven't spoken
of it, my mind can taste
the distaste
of over-thought, over wrought visions of peace in the Middle East
the ME; one giant metaphor for the inner beast which thumps
we each hold, held inside us
not always awakened to have, to serve as a figure-shaping coal.
and then there are those
Bombs Over Baghdad, with them we
Wobble the line don't want to tip it into cliché,
my sources have a need,
must remain pure, shored-up close to the chest,
experience born of that spring can shoulder the eventual decay,
the sudden unrest.
Strength admits its defeat in the face of real life
to turn it on its back,
Making more of the rest,
remains,
strength becomes a middle-man,
recycling gains.

Certain speeds will help the drifter stay in shape.
Doesn't worry much about the past
That thing- it takes care of its own assit's
just so simple to see,
Revisiting themes will evolve to revolve you back rather frequently.
Fear not their shapes will change
Enough to stave away inclinations toward
running from boredom of and with
that which your strength picks.
The real strength lets you
keep your authenticity
Reserve some of those thoughts for just
_e. Takes it not beyond to break under pressure.
Keeps it buried down under,
compression making strength's stone for the brighter, the sharper, the better.
And all the same those bombs they fall,
in waves of multiple elements
encased by see-through material, strength
found in the silver lining of a locket
breaks open, to crash upon times like these: fertile lands scoured by a bent-over
seed
gathering,
what is it, exactly?

Like a tree trunk it is
1 O.A.K.
See, its innate.ure all of the time.
Snowflakes build up to avalanche over a warm life
bones they'll melt
to reveal water and a whole new shell.
It meta-morphs,
moves on with its partner in crime,
Sees a new partner in: Time, here comes change with that grandfather clock
Strength builds itself up for the flesh to receive,
a reality that
strength has been here before, tore down walls once felt a necessity
understands and believes the seasons' weather will weather incessantly
Salt poured-into-wounds in the road, cracks in the base
braces wheels against ice,
a colder, stronger version of life.

In hindsight those who've known,
Confess that pain was their strength
When their weakness showed, eventually made it around to accept
Strength is weakness,
one strong enough to allow
seams undone of strummed, stirred strings still
in.tact it can also be trapped
But don't squeeze too tight:
fast it will flow,
Strength will always prove stronger than your physical might.

Smarter too, did it make that known?
One would hope it not the case,
Its poker ace:
Strength likes to come along quietly
Unassumingly, maybe even in spite
Of itself,
strength knows minimally.
As the more it comes in contact with,
strength admits it is inherently inadequate.
Intends to enrich blank stares of pauses, its own in introspection,
where most-certainly feared emptiness eats strength up hungrily.
For a future recollection,
Strength's memory banks on what its lost
to teach it further lessons in gain.
Strength hesitates not to readdress, reinvest
In more and more of different
which strength eventually melds into same.