explorers club

 Five frames:

Rectangles, stretched tight, 

Debate, i think painted sides to match

the internal painted frame of each panel.

But maybe clean w/ tacks showing.

First, silho female, lashes / sparkle, 

*some internal images with rough / texture

on white.

Second, ocean / reef around the sides.

Pink coral

Third, sky and flock of seagulls

*used carved wood for shape imprint.

Fourth, castle island (is castle portuguese 

or a zigg?)

*emblems / awards / medals / honors in

tiny places.

 Fifth, exotic plants and flat landscape

Colors of note: gold, brown, sea blue, greens, touches of pink, white birds, the ocean, avoid black red unless.maybe one with red border could be good.

Dynamic in each panel in the color frame.

Title (revenge and convalescence) 

Make sure the entire thing feels like you were there. 

 

The Invitation & Interview

 as they arrive

a flourish of colors

the banners of families

the rich tapestry of fashion

while the dogs watch anxiously

from corners of the estate.

A man stares intently talking

remarking on the calmness in the eyes.

some factions pat their bellies

while others tell me histories

of where ancestry has begun.

Later in my freedom

as only the head closes her book gently

has my sword been respected

a victor on the mound.

I do not cry foul weather

For the summons curious had i come,

had i known the wager firstly

better shoes would i worn.

The arrogant suffer chasms

Pinstripes stained in blood,

Do not test me lightly

Bells always ring in doom. 

help after dark, me and i

 sleeps on the couch

to forget about the dead brother

hanging from a noose his friend 

hiding from another bad thing

hed done.

That couch was somewhere else

before all that

sheltering another memory from

A mistake

Hidden in the cushions

dried tears so old they only smell

when one rolls over

from a hot sleep

the feelings pour

one after another

and in the future an executive

signs the paper pale faces grimace

An impressive morning awaits

The resolve of emotional turmoil

Clear calm. I beckon you

to to understand

all the world messages. 

prophecy

 you cannot tame,

what is already dead,

the sands of time have tried.

 the narrow path,

the only way, 

through all the futures seen.

 what was told,

written long ago,

wont be known by us.

if dark hides truth, 

then bear witness from the light.

when we dream, we see the fruit,

eonic seeds, from oldest suns.

do not fear, and do not rush,

the soul older than this life. 

prisoner luck

 i feel scruff

object in void

sound of something alive

no reactive mass, just bump.

In the dark, i do hide, under starry blanket spot.

Plug my ears, surrounded by distraught

Possibly a combination of tells

That hits right,

Still reading the treasure map

Where's the X?

Oh my god.

.

... 

the middle chapter, w/ a couple new emotions

 a slow piano jazz

fills the bar, the smokey vibes

and cocktails, ice, glass clinks

of troubled minds feeling

weariness depart.

rain outside in the brick alley

way while memories of you

are plucked in emotional intervals;

inner skull, and they bounce around

reflecting this version of my life.

nothing beats A Dive to explore

all that. Those crystal tumblers

help the bone collectors as they pour; so

look at my cup, decide on the empty

or full. The music always on but they play the weekend only

and if it stops raining

the lightbulb for last call flares -

that brutal scathing feeling,

of the sun about to arrive

&circadian woes, musing, inside,

the mind. Ever present dropping. 

Have you felt it? The falling  awake or

asleep, doesnt matter... 

sounds of bodies shifting from dancing

to chairs scraping the floor.

 

 can be heard always

but no way it stays the same. 

jump high. sleep tight

 theres a bounce house

in your life

maybe someday 

Little shopping on side,

side of lunch

& the band arrives.

Sunny skies big days with little much,

Happy and cool, coasting down tubes

Under blue light.

I see you smiling,

Hold me close in your arms

Worse and better together. 

green growth

 A tree

The tree

Watch it grow

Looking for Tree Watchers

Lifetime employment

We move you trees if something happens

Big opportunity

inquire with the front desk

Add. Notes

Tree watching / Tree Watchers

must always watch their tree

while on duty

 recorded observations 

optional. 

to the lighthouse

 you hear it beckoning

from faraway, but can hold

the sound closely, that beating

of the heart. The great distance

doesnt matter ,knowing deeply

in the chest, the feelings of the future,

the passage through the rocks.

On matters of deep importance

when survival be the crux

when lives lie delicate in the balance

always some light does shine the way,

a feeling of the substance

of the stuff that binds us so

when we look we see each other

we recognize the soul

 

 

saturday morning dud

 hello pool float,

I see you again

We return, when it gets warm. 

Loafing in the sun, on ripply water,

clear and calm 

out from darkness

a season new 

summer has come.

wine o' california

 i know where im going

to wine o california

Waves of wrath

concentrated syrup from citrus fame

Coastal tours and hangover mornings

Smooth grapes 

Rule following emissions standards

somehow crusin in bad traffic

Riots. Crushed ice, melon, burritos.

Beach access granted

For all, yeah.

And when the sun rises over the coast

Empties silent bout to roast 6 cents dayze 

On the beach,

Wonder whose forgotten blanket lies

There in the sand.

Hear the guy next to me say,

Babe, check out this place here

Only 7.8 mil.

In wino california

Home of farmland

Amusement parks

Cheeseburger

101

The future, freedom, babes, new begin ings

Taste it all. 

jingle jangle

 thousand, island, dressing,

(thou san D. isle dressin'.) Umph. 

Ooooo. Got some mayo iy tang Oh Oh!

like some distant vacation (sing vacation 

higher again), 

on a yacht,

along the sea. Northward coastal excursions

on my salads and meat! Yeaaaahhh, yeaaaahhh.

dont forget about that catalina genie,

trying to impersonate me, ahah.

just remember pickles

are key to longevitity. (Whisper): 'livin good'.

As many times as you want.

 

 

the way of the mosquito

 -barely anything, mans mortal enemy-

 first, disassociate

from everything,

 you want,

move as a shimmer, lazily,

toward, 

an eventual target, of choice;

But like look at a painting,

read a book, on the way...

kill some time, maybe do shopping, talking,

socialize, dont be obvious,,,

know that it can wait.

eventually youll get there

eventually the prize,

itll happen, itll do, promise you

land unnoticiable,

extend the probe &

numb the goal so silently, so true,

take the prize, the shining purse,

see, now you made it,

just had to pretend not to. 

lost taught nursery

 words are portals

to the

mind. these are reality makers,

Words. Go without your words, daring

 to leave language behind. Find yourself then

all alone, quiet,  not quite dark; but, but,

absent would be the letter treasure troves 

EMPTY TREASURE CHESTS 

symbols & without a pendantic jibe, or joke

About my lesson(s), you chose wordless...

how can you respond? 

italics waiting for response. 

For sure, there are more than words,

For sure: acts and looks and motioning

about. But all art is words, words just messages and notes. (Music is words and so and so)

The sixteenth chapel, your

wedding vows, were words, the words

at any funeral about the deceased,

and words never forgotten, permanent,... 

---- 

 But elevated does language rise,

primitive forms to daring dreams be true.

Through a portal a journey made, connections

harnessed by the word system. System.

Communities, histories, stories, all the ancient

trappings of, past present future had have has

fossilized language in some way.

Words make transfered memory,

dont they? Can you even whisper me a retort?

(lacking...) ,

Do you weep when you 

are not heard? 

In grace, granted by extolling, by knowing from learning, good

we are given words, taught them 

state by state, sounded meaning ,

And all their forms. Free.

When words are real then we see,

the world we have made. and

a sense shared commit of always

taking action ca n

communicate, now love can 

breathe born. via what we speak; You read some 

important note, and, and, and 

Are you loved without some word of it?

did it happen? 

Does it matter if its never heard or read.

Likely truth is truth, little matter,

but again i tremble to think of

only the beginning,

only an beginning, and theres no

sharing in the moment.

trembled, throw me a warm word blanket. 

Epilogue: 

I knew a silent star,

rotating galaxy cold

surrounded by the yap.

combined interstellar mix.  

 

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.