learning forgiveness

 a broken wall

on a corner lot

the busy stop, of a four way war,

all kind of warriors, mostly weary

on their way to and from work.

sometimes kids,

sometimes dogs, cats and grackles, elderly, transients, vagabonds,

tourists, exercisers, walkers, hawkers, hecklers, haters, racers, drifters, pranksters, admirers, friends, family, all the rest, and 

simply time. The wall all messed up.

As i mend, as i make, as i wait, for it to be done.

The wreck unfolds, time evolves, the sun

goes up and down. All those affected notice

the slow changes. 

The process, the healing, fixing, and leaving some kind of a scar.

No more broken, not anymore the same,

Bear witness

Bear witness

The new,  from the old.  

i find myself at the end of a long journey

 Age of Gold on Avant Wings
The Former Door
Seeking Sun
Luminous Atmosphere
earth and Heaven
submissive wills
Living lights
forbidden fronts
inspired dreams, throughout eternity
a final summon heralding to come.
voices following what they see.

 

seeking sun / oil / canvas / 27.5 x 24.5 inches / $500.00

important idea

 the moment you attach

a monetary value to words,

which are created freely,

but acknowledging that their

brain development

before words cost experience,

but if you apply a fictional albeit

in the face of some universal physical

truth, like gravity,

the words are changed

by this value modifier.

now the entire endeavour

between entities

has collapsed into broken trust scenarios

the eventual failure

all too real. So

eliminate the trusting

bottleneck, for 

speed of light rewards

and reality realities. 

no fair

 i'll criminal?

Are we criminalling?

Watch me walk out the bank,

With all those large bags

Undisclosed plans

First class, Tahiti, butts silhouetted

by the gorgeous sunset.

All that underwear lost 

swimming in the jacuzzi tub. 

We lack of moralizin?

Ill boston harbor toss em

Make that ocean tea

Be rich, smiling, maybe gold teeth?

Tooth? Not sure how rich,

How illegal i got?

Bad lotto rich?

Back to my job

Cleaning shit?

Watch me baddie all up down the blvd.

Doing it tonight.

And you sleep tight,

Ill close the door gently,

Wont hear a whisper

Just money signs. 

hold up partner

 A.J. Henderson

lives a very normal life

amigo,

tell me about the operation...

but first things first

double agents, agencies, rumors

relax,,,dont worry about the fate of the cash

CLANDESTINE OPERATIONS:

Val Avery is A.J. Henderson

tonight at 8. 

my baliset tells a story

 Hispaniola!

Treasure seekers needed.

Spanish nights under fiery red sunsets

Before we depart: good wine, passion,

tearful goodbyes from afternoon

sleeping in too late. Mi amor ' e sty

Lanterns aglow hanging mastheads

Ornate wooden galleons; 

We sail from port(s), Barcelona / Lisboa / to

the NEW WORLD.

Snacks provided, pack essentials.

Pistol, sword, carafe, bedroll.

Every adventurer granted amnesty

And a spot / held under review.

Proclaim allegiance

To the Queene, her highness,

Godess of the realm! 

Sincerely,

Ambassadore JCL 

signatore, notario, lothario, governo

humble servant,

deeply bowing

as the court jester 

comes on after the candle waxes / wanes. 

 (palace chamber raucous)

Two years later 

The sun shines in the same angles

But piled in the middle

Treaures of the nuevo tierra. 

new gen kick f ocks

 so humbling

Sz times

when life happens

At you, so silencing.

I remember moments

When for me  time stopped.

It stop

Tick tock

Rando. Chaos generator

Wafe in mud, be real

Never clean once you breathe

Air.