xoet the poet

Views and reviews

Views and reviews of the experience call death explaining the waters in flow stopping into the end of knowledge and life is compared to a song that explains who we are and how we go from day to do the things called life as the next layer of the onion that falls aside like a untouched surface of our skin that still explodes with the burning sounds of your eyes on it.  Putting together things that are matter-less and easily lost to the pressures of a life that never end yet once it does the secret is know as they are asking for the answer to the details of truth and lies that the thoughts we have in the calculus of love and death.  Presence and eye of mine is not yet surface interfaced without breaking the skin of the onion who’s presence that existed you does not know love for things do not make it know yet to anyone that has ever been real.  What is love or what does love mean or better yet who is in love that never knew love to be real.  Preposterous dialogs between myself and my gray and white matter that.

posted by Bill Newbold @ 3/20/2006 10:25:00 AM 0 comments

Even the little things are matter

Everything is spinning into the void of nothingness the void does not know how to accept itself as real yet it is not really enough to say that is what is real in the vast cosmos of our plan to be not as real yet really not be....Get it back here to be where it was not being extra weight there ought to be a limit to what we do and not do that there is no difference between them....Is this cloud real that is the haze between me and the computer or is that the problem with what is not there yet being real enough to see Thruway the haze faster than the ... in the end it doesn't matter what I type so I will type more to the end of this rhyme in time with my lime cola and try not to advertise the presence of nonsense....

posted by Bill Newbold @ 3/03/2006 04:27:00 AM 0 comments