2.5192 : 7/21/19 : Many Outliers (The Experiment: 27/100)

Does this fit the pattern?

already so many outliers

Try to buck up but oh Mama

could I run with the high fliers

used to call it early riser

same old time and same old place

gave up on the formalism

and oh hell this look on my face

I am dreaming of the pattern

but it will take working ahead

I am trying to see glory

but each time I'm feeling dread

this is the one but one

the only moment other present

I will join the new dominion

tell that president to get bent

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2.5101 : 4/21/19 : The Inheritance

Up early like

the old story

rain and thunder

Short on glory

how on earth

do I keep lifting my chin

to hell with it

come noon we begin

come midnight

I'll be drenched in dreams

and for once

the sight that comes

will be what it seems

and ripening late

the inheritance

it its time will come

to feel like the first chance

what

2.5041 : 2/20/19 : GALL

Killing it

doing nothing for me

all the successes

really just bore me

but nothing like

thinking

over it all

and your minions

call glory

ain't you have some gall

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2.4833 : 7/27/18 : 3 Yr. Grind

I thought to plot

the three year grind

different this time

some shift in my mind

poke my head up

when I'm pushing fifty

ain't time's relentless

nature just nifty

one plan for the body

one plan for the call

one plan on earthly power

who else wants to have it all?

one plan for nature's sphere

dear to my heart

and the big one for the great axis

spirit song glory art

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2.4671 : 2/15/18 : Disconnects

Every disconnect

is past distracting from

and old news I expect

and I just acting dumb

Who wants anything but

love and stories

this dim age can only

mine past glories

this dismal age can only

get better please tell me I'm right

I can't contemplate

the horror of further blight

what

2.3639 : 4/20/15 : Rent (Endless Axis 372/500)

Bad feelings got a pantheon

fear frustration envy on and on

What would it meant to rise above

Or to believe in living solely on love

Surely the evil range and roam about

surely the devil chose this age to flout

What could it mean to live in full peace

wake at last to sweet release

put to my hand the instrument

raise up at last the curtain rent

And to my eyes a vision glorious

bad feelings vanquished, joy victorious

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2.3463 : 10/26/14 : Horse (Endless Axis 196/500)

Bring to my hand

this day's doing

for the sake of

this king's horse

I'm shoeing

this bloodless battle

for the soul of a nation

or a nation of soul

or a permanent vacation

As to why the ones who

Could stop working don't

As to why those who could

will my comeback won't

I don't need none of that

just a horse to ride

the work to my hand

and this day most glorified

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2.3265 : 4/11/14 : Magical Thinking

Magical thinking

doesn't help a bit

the need's extreme

this age is plain unfit

I am become catastrophe

blind and random

whoever's got the keys

should be forced to unhand them

oh but by whom

and into whose hand?

No glory be here

and no promised land

I promised I'd look up

that I would dream brighter

it's a hard row though

I am yet still a fighter

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2.3166 : 1/02/14 : Sign

Sign of the cross

I've got the sign of the pen

maybe everything that could be

must eventually happen

I don't even know

if that's horror or glory

So what in hell

could possibly wind up this story

the worm is strong in me

it turns and turns

these days they praise disruption

but all whistle when it burns

signs of the times they say

no signal for a halt

the way all things just have to go

and surely no one's fault

what

2.3055 : 09/13/13 : Story

Everyone with a story

lord how many billion

that's not to say a word

about the ghost cotillion

How do we ever get

a single thing done

You have to find a story

to share with everyone

am I naive

oh hey hell yes

am I a punk

still wanting to say yes

don't need fortune fame

homage or glory

just two feet of light

and an hour to tell the story

101 Curious Professions 100/101: Storyteller (II)

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2.2851 : 02/21/13 : Horrorshow

A misuse of imagination
this modern horror show
between better you than me
and there but for the Grace of God I go
is the butterzone
sweet utopia
Oh baby I'll come I'll climb
that slippery slope with ya
I know I kinda been running
crash raids on it
but when you feel me
call the glory of God upon it
Ain't nobody be talking about the horrorshow
and when we get it back oh baby there we go

what

2.2635 : 7/20/12 : Done and Done

Done and done
yeah just like the others
say we won
act like I'll get my druthers
when the sky cracks
and the glory pours down
I'll be right up in front
ready to turn over this town

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2.2419 : 12/17/11 : The Narrative

If not the narrative then what
the repetition and the rut
the inward meditative trance
the fumbling for the being dance
a sickness drops the hammer
hear my little scribblers yammer
lost the story of why for my trying
lost in his storyless dying
so tired and so unstoried
pining to be enriched and gloried
instead the miasmas hit me
you want me back damnit come
and get me

what

2.2376 : 11/04/11 : Long Playing

long playing;
then comes being grup
hell did we sign up for this
this long bitter cup
I won't feel bad
I won't regret
I won't deny this
glory I could still get
here's to Paul
Apostle of what's real
don't give up
what might be is a sword of steel
such a good night
I hope it eases your soul
you are my everything
you are my burning coal

what

2.2023 : 11/16/2010 : Galaxies

Ten galaxies for every
man woman and child
I corrected for growth down here
at least for a little while
yet here we are with nowhere to go
no tickets and no rides
and if we mess this rock ball hard enough
the price will come out of our hides
The glory mostly in our heads
and down here getting sparser
and we're fighting deckchair patterns
the conundrum has no parser
and we'll go down clinging
the the conviction the other guys were bums
pray that there's no heaven
or we'll all have to be chums
but for now I can take it
disappointment as big as a galaxy
that we do so very little
when what's possible is plain to see
I guess we don't have the equipment
the language that could set us free
to really step into the garden
get to know our galaxy

what

2.1946 : 8/31/10 : Fastball

After a while
every year
shaves a few miles
per hour off the old
fastball
and mile by mile
it would appear
from the turnstiles
that what's left's a heart of gold
and that's all
smile for the reporter
and act like
you are happy
with the past
its glories
turn off that recorder
put down the mic
got no snappy
words to cast
just stories

what

2.1794 : 4/1/10 : 3 Ice Cubes

3 ice cubes can
define a moment
broken promises
a glorious foment
the most important time
I describe the final rhyme

what

2.1766 : 3/4/10 : Green Mountain

Green Mountain High
and if I die today
well so I die but say
I do recall the waking dream
a view that's good enough to scream
gazing down the precipice
Green mountain and it comes to this:
Give me your hand and we'll ascend
One and one makes three no need to end
no need to court disaster
if every day that passes goes faster
I will sigh
recollect our Green Mountain high
write it over a thousand times
I've got the days I've got the rhymes
we will drive we three
the green mountain road with glee
all glorious bottom to top
no reason to expect we'll stop

what

2.1669 : 11/27/09 : Another

I can't persist in this
coveting the words of another
coveting the success of another
coveting the gains of another
oh won't you tell me
where I'm supposed to find mine brother
Another day another, another
You can't chase glory all the time
and you can't make a meal of thyme
and you can't help but repeat your words
and ideas rise, scatter like birds
and if you don't already know by now
another man's bound to take your bow
because something persists but we don't
someone will be there but we won't
and if I had another crack at it all
I might be tempted to just take my ball
but I'd probably do it all the same
not exactly happy but still glad I came

what

2.1626 : 10/15/09 : Gorgeous

Give us back our gorgeous

dreams of tomorrow

instant everything and easy flight

this social rhetoric

and primitive explosives

Sure don’t match up to a dream of light

Is it an illusion I believe

that if we just dared to dream big enough

we’ll rise above this urge to war

and petty scarcity

and embrace experience over just more stuff

I suppose that I would have to

make myself a proof of concept

live a life glorious and gorgeous

it doesn’t seem so easy now

well no confess it doesn’t

but I can’t escape my portion is generous

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