BABY NEEDS A NEW PAIR OF SHOES

there is no place

like home

no matter the red slippers got

left in Oz

i am pounding away for my right

to be in Paradise

 i have been out

of  my " free fly " zone

for too long now and i am mourning the loss of my creative energy

as much as i am of my night's dreamings 

  the hardware bar

that has opened below

this apartment   

has created a living hell for me in the middle of hell's kitchen

my quality of life has been raped -  no fucking joke -

and the banging away

of the noise still continues leaving me no stillness

i'm off to see the wizard

to get some peace and quiet

until the end of the year

and then we'll see

what's up

!

love you got

 the blessings of glenda-da

"if the shift fits, wear it!"

HOMELAND SECURITY ? PORK BARREL POLITICS !

i have no homeland security!

if  "the land of the free" ( we can talk about that contested "myth america" later )

gets her mitt on the hill in DC ( after a fashion in which bill got his

DOMA bill signed - while doing monica, and  maybe hill too -

 go know, not to mention how bush got his rocks off  in iraq )

we had better

be bakin'

our all american pies with more than just one homophile

 (stuck? intuit ) in order to get out

of our coming cell

blocked like so many others here

it is unacceptable to me as an american

 in a holy union with a same-gendered alien

that i have been dehumanized to live with no homeland security !

the terrorizing threat  [coming from Immigration pigs ] is that 

spouses ( without a green card or the  proper visa )

can still legally be sent back to their country ,

leaving US citizens on their own to be

choosing "shall i stay or shall i go?"

rendering freedom freedomless

 & many flagged down to be un -

united with liberty and justice

just for straight americans.

my cup runneth over

with hope

that all alien loves will become honored

here on US earth 

as we are out there

love you got

to get out and vote - its the last straw !

(and god help us - no matter what - in Reality!!!)

DONT LET " IT " GET IN YOUR WAY

when its time to evacuate

no matter what you have got

in mind

{ including that stool sample for the interior designer

which would match your favorite poof }

dont let "it" get in your weigh

we all have paid

a heavy duty

for being on earth

and there is no way in heaven

that the rest of the universe

wants it

once the spoils have been interred

love you got

( to become the lighter

as i am )

GOD , THE QUEEN SAVES !

 { well of course, go know... i had to hit the "save" button ,

as i am composing ... this time on and off again electronically

now here as if i havent

learned by now my lesson is to be releasing

and not re-saving all i have got 

in order to get free ! } 

so, now i ask of myself as so many have of me, 

"the point of it all, glenn, was for _______?"

i only looked

at (the) newspapers

for the untold

possibilities of word combinations -

its all subjective i find -

even the headlines

( and god, what i can and still do read into them )

and now to wit i have released oddly enough just about all of that

shit

(i had saved)!

what was i going to do with it?

enter into the space

of a muse-um

open to me

and then into Mind

to create phrase by byline a multidimensional

and spontaneous poem beyond

what is considered a page

as even now books are getting faced out.

but photographs are another story...

unlike full frontals, they contain the whole

picture in all of its glory

and to exhibit them

(even in part as is   an art)

takes to wit a certain kind

of mentality for the viewer to really see

and get

 ( actually intuit )

becoming the art

alas, now the garbage

man has the task of doing with it what he can

as this is what has come to pass

of would be art...

in the way of all men.

love you got

WHATEVER (WHERE EVER WHEN EVER ETC)



one of the things that i am realizing is that senti-mentality has no place when it comes to
playing it safe in letting go...and no more so than when letting go with god!
i am often told that i will be able to find again - whatever (wherever whenever etc.) it is i
think i might be needing for an art piece. this might be true, however as i am going over all 
my boxes of stuff , i see the treasures that have come to me...and go know now after all
these years if i am still not remembering just why i did save it (all)...however now too i am
beginning ( have to start somewhere!) to be seeing the "un-importance" of it all,  as well as
at the same time  feeling my mind is a safe house for underground ideas on their way still
to freedom's door!
i know that to be making art at this time is not exactly what i am to be doing...unless
getting free is an art - and too, to re-save, thinking that whatever will yet be used one day is out
of the question - for when we do land, (wherever that might be, as opposed to keep on flying
to never neverland in dreams) it will be no doubt a year of getting a house in order...and who knows
if i will be wanting to go to collage after that, with nature calling me...to photograph and paint and
perform or perchance just to sit and dream...as i am .
letting go of how creative i am perceiving myself is foolish when in Truth i am a visual alchemist,
knowing there will never be a time when i am not being ( or  not being a creative  ) for it is my nature,
by god and goddess to be one as such!

"in this moment, gather up all your limitations and illusions into a ball
 in your hands, and reach out and hand it over to them. They will send
this energy back into the universal energy recycling bin. Energy never ends.
It is just recycled."      aluna@alunajoy.com  

great spiritual message, to keep in mind, no?  i am so relieved i saved it from sister aluna's in site...
no matter saving more may make me in the eyes of some a greater lunatic! never the less there is more
to go, and in the letting go, comes great zen "awakenings" - as far as any ken can kick up, it heals!

i come across old photos and restaurant place mats (like Tuck-a hoe Inn), candy wrappers from foreign countries (a Golden Gay Time, or pack of sugar Fags is still hard to release !), nyc bus
transit passes (which are no more!), masses of pamphlets on gay rights,(of which we are in need of still more, no thanks to the catholic masses!) and headline after headline  i read and ripped
with witty innuendos in mind to mix and match with all of the above...and book matches too.
the time it took to find and save (the profound to the bizarre), and even more to re-view...and discard again - like who was i kidding, the first time i tried - all that is art... as much as all of everything in time
ever created in Thought.
in some kind of humble awareness  now, see how i and we do it  collectively because we are artists
made in the image of the Abstract One and are moved to by our own god nature to create a new world mind...the ultimate act of spiraling towards a master peace finally...beyond any museum's hands.
as the energies speed up, and i begin to expand in recognition of being multidimensional, i won-
der what on earth was i thinking i could do with all this?
maybe just maybe with the first black hole i come across, i will just give it back to "them"...and then
continue freely to trip the light fantastic and save not even the angel dust on my heels.

love you got

MY OTHER WATCH IS A ROLEX

ok every body
get out of this vehicle and give a push!

its about time to wind up

this mother again

                                                  

another 260,000 years ought to see us coming straight

out on the other side of time

with Heaven on our hands!

in the mean time, baby, its time
to raise our fun-dalini
once and for all

just ask

"Quetzelcoatl ,will you be Mayan for ever ?"

and for Goddess' sake, please
dont think about having
  a heavy weight in mind for Valentine's day!

as time goes...bye!

(thanks to the creator of the above)

                                                                     

love you got

(FINDING) FINE CHINA - (BUT) NO SAUCERS

is this not

what might be con -

sidered by some as a prime ex-

ample of  (some exotic) "fine china"  ?

 like wise

these are not

(see) cups but come never the less

to be hooked up with their chaucers

oh for the life of me

have you ever had such a tongue

stung by the high -

lighted buzz

of  a pricking bee?

love you got

(savoring the spoils

of this summer)