Connected dots to find
A circle and circled the dots
As points of origin
Found completion in unity
Circles found consciousness
Within lines was great stress
Noticed the introduction of color
In the mask of white
Realizing the previous clear
The colors danced the new dance
They had that new shoe sent
Circles began the dance of eternal
As lines slid from side to side
As dots stood still
Begun the dance would never end
Time is the song that never ends
As shape became form as order remained
As rhythm and note
As the fabric became the melody
I began to sing as a dot
We are as important as our best quote
For it connects dots to find
A circle

clips-a25,a5,a26,a6

principles and terminology
a permanent family's
symbols secrecy disillusion
lies foster brothers
transformation-AWESOME!
watch out for that malevolent jungle vine film forum
putting together the clues
civilians who work in a war zone
overcoming custom and stigma
party leaders say dance
it's "super hilarious!"
what should you bid next? orphans a lifeline?
a test of the the military jurisdiction
breaking tradition to existence for many
rehabilitation us charges=change
closing a circle.

was a walking tree
with bare branches
came to me there
watering
green it became
and walked away
stay long away
but back in blossom
with fruit came to me there
watering
green it stayed
and green it strayed
then back with bare branches
came to me
watering
we take root
watering
blossoming and fruit
it has come to me

hanging.

live on

the little humpback man with a badge in the tuxedo pants, rock and roll strolling across wigaly pigalies in the direction of the things of strings. comfort. . . his home. the little hump back man in the tuxedo pants and a badge, emulating his idols in the mirror pointing at his favorite wig... he glances to his black leather and his blue Swede boots. comfort... his pride. the little humpback old man in the elastic waistband bluejeans rock and roll strolling across wigaly pigalies twirling the superman curl on his wig as he blue Swede booted by...i stopped to look at the man as he looked over his shoulder at me. discomfort...his confidence. the old little humpback man twirling the hair of his black wig as the tempo of his rock and roll stroll "howyadoin?"..."hay!"

self portrait

there was a man
was a man singing
a man singing in the middle of the street
man singing in the middle of the street shaking
singing in the middle of the street shaking while creating
in the middle of the street shaking while creating
was a man singing there

i looked at the man
looked at the man as
at the man as i sang in the street
the man as i sang in the street thinking
man as i sang in the street thinking nothing
looked at the man as i