Thursday, July 5, 2018

A four month read.



         Goodbye Goodbye , the sun has sunk below.
Clumsily one might try to sleep and wrinkles in their sheets
laid down to wearisome heat,  each other hung the flowers bucket
to coming home from fireworks , when then by night a silence let go the rains 
by boldness.
 Land       Of Gone with the Wind 

A summer book by


Scarlett O'hara                                 NOTES ;   Chapter 1


Between the Land and Restops and country folks - There was plenty to do plus smart yet not to smart in the things that mattered .Besides throughs whom college was a give a given supposedly [ blessing ]   given supposedly did not care to be a of rescue by war discomforts . Most people abore the words of many things - immigration , war of sorts , and ancient poverty - opposite this by humans man to woman thought of better things by this I mean subjects to better indulge themselves . - As well as a business Senators walk to the East by their smiles and courtesy   -   The Earth and Soil  described a America paradise inland to curved furrows and by the coastal of radiant waves matched to the richness of hues and lush greenery added was colorful plants and back country flowers at , certain strange times the voice of s woods could be heard { Be careful be careful   we had you once - we'll take you back again with love - How true it is today not mine yet yours by glory telling the fortunes of life and handed down to us    - that listened a play character engineered for eyes of wonder .
Sulk is to sulk and laugh  > Akin to hints of playfulness at taking rest in the country.

Scarlett appears/  Still very young off then - on child bearing age . To cluck a horses reins - is to abee for sweet bee's Pollen.
                           Less store by book learning - more store by doing .
                            The heat had made lives docile . A right to keep one's own [ Pg ;8 ]
Then lightly said  Climbing trees a must for childrens age out do them selves again again en again as if to make one love one [ Pg ; 9 ] What to feel in Babble is to Rabble  and as it is to Babblle
No I did not know that each as different  as India seemed opposite of Scarlet see role list* / Much like many of us today . People have sympathy if one has to feel sorry for them , as when the the social status of race between the southern courtesy and the northern pride where everyone hoped to be liked and trusted. Yet war had lingered in the decades of technology , and the " Flower Trapper  was on the loose in Eastern coast of United States. This was where the earth in summer had released its bright summer hues in the evening sky and pastures woodlands. One person fiercely proud in poverty could here another say , Aren't we all , as the states had rebound into wealth once more and by accepting charity if really needed from the rich much like a norm of humanity; it had always remained through the ages as it was observed, to a law or to a desire of  a better life to others.
Born with guns color still seemed to linger or by the class of category politics became a discourse for demonstrations around the world. 













Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Driver at a Gate.



Driver at a gate and drove up to an enclosure which has its doors closed, he yells to the person inside and says " you can't even open your door " person inside hears this an opens the door and their its opened, the driver then speeds away not caring why this is so , the person inside the enclosure closes the door and then goes back to zapping mosquitoes , horse flies and ladybugs to which all are a risk to his well being , never stopping to think. Another yells as another yells back and each depart a little bit colder then whence they first had met.  Had the door been opened ,more of the flying insects would come in especially when the weather is hot , have good day.

Senior housing, Stafford, woodcrest


 Today management and senior citizens are making medals for veterans at bldg 16 with their staff, as member of the American Legion Post 26 in Stafford and a veteran resident, "CT we thank you for your civility and your compassion to all active and retired member's of service "As you might know CT ranks very low in veteran supporters, it would be nice to see a higher ranking as reported by the news.

Hchapman/ Navy- Army National Guard 

5-23-09 A madman response -2018

 Ahh and how I taught her all these years.
Yet not through knowledge all nor acts of mind.
With much promise with her far off eyes , up and down the lines of verse ,
laid to her light light hands so sinister to males of tired ears ,her fingers like a leaf,
to thee a darkened angel and torn upon her pages write of O'thing so beautiful
O or of her might disguised as firewood to start her night ,
Tranquil  is a guiding light , that holds a life ,your husband kissed your brow,
your jealousy with him alone you bare.
Where law is some in its decree to the senate that holds ur life u say
How great the master is guiding your very souls your every atoms breath
Falling up to clouds so high that-wailing to eternity has't angled you,
nor in time to I a waste by atoms breath across the distant far off states
Where law is some in its decree to the senate that holds our lives.
I hath thou outwrit thy lady fair to whom by fate whom used Thee like a
split oak carve or to picture on a tree.
It was empty as my crib these years and so I read to learn your share .
my mind just full just like like you say an old and hollow man an I to thee.
Yet you so shallow by at your thoughts to think your truth the only one
like a clover in the grass.
hchap june 27th

She's A Scoundrel

   
     
Yes indeed she's a Scoundrel .
Yes and deed - I say A scoundrel. With an urge to interfere with writers lives .
She's stolen ,bribed and cryed and broken every copyright law.
Shes s spoke of god as if she'd been one stealing reeling with self righteousness.
and google , google let her do it all clutching to her richness.and all at my expense.
I tell you no one cares neither state nor government for they are all in purse just over the hills
and pulling down the world,
She should be pitied and ashamed to herself straining her her crimes in the name of her
judgements to others .
and yet for all shes done to me I can not nor do not try to stop her.
Her motive is unknown nor her identity and I as if for peace had always accepted it as
another's personal sickness to enter upon my life and my art and poems.
yet it is true she abused this blog for her own hidden purposes , and I think she thinks of herself as some sort of saviour to I , perhaps one day I will have the opportunity  as well to  to keep her dreams out of mylife.         
Yes she's a scoundrel , never paying I or anyone what she owes to some poor man like .
I warn you , She is only happy on a broomstick scurrying through out the age and destroying the the work of others labor to take away their hopes, indeed she s deleted more of writing and gone into my folded papers like the ants from whence this blog had had its first origins , and to and her husband it had gone astray now for some 18 years 2009 - 2018   and she is paranoid because of breaking the laws and so I will flash back to 2009 and speak /        And she wrote because she thought it was easier than speaking  and weakened of all she gave realized that in eternity , a place she prayed too inhabite but not yet die in by seeking of its glory, for believing was not enough for the last part of the then her selfishness that she created falling deeper to herself as to turn her inside out and thinking  thus she had finally found the fountains youth, I think yes is that of told. An example of the tool ,the hacking into heaven or perhaps a world of hell.






   

Thursday, June 21, 2018

The Flag

   

    It was a night of wonder, the bitter sweet smell of the streets estate house lights seemed like still buoys along the lake shore; sending a shiver of cold breeze along the road sides....The next morning arrived both bright and cloudy and so the days began. In the early weekday afternoons the town was crowded ; United States flags embroidered the telephone poles by the solem expressions of veterans and the previous wars of justice and sorrows. It was the first day of the summers equinox . Our flags had guarded the symbols freedom for centuries ; and stood for how citizens should behave by reason of the Constitution.
In the end of thought or mind The flag I thought stood for eternal starts and stops of new beginnings and echoed within the stock exchange and success of Capitalism - the Homeland in which America blushed with vigor like the crowns of great Architectural Skyscrapers in tributes to which the transpositions of immigrants ; not only by skills and education of compassion had rose to liberties by their souls of fire to dream , but had still  by the stories of their fates passed on to friends and family of the ; Spanish , Chinese , Asian , French , Irish , German , Italian  , African American and a growing list of other races were valiantly known from the Earth's abundant diversity's that worked and taught where no one could stop them. And so by ending the inhumane useless misery's lived in emptiness or faraway to the disjointed wars of tyranny ; democracy thrived.
         My first job in America was a afternoon of wonder.
And if you were a woman amongst our brave people the pains of life throughout the years with us or you seemed to fade in its skepticisms as to finally leaning back to the comforts of home and family's.
I was born into citizenship to an adopted family with a violent homosexual brother , who tried to kill me many times. I had ended up denouncing that family and at 15 had my first job which was shucking clams at a marina on long island NY  to which at 17 I enlisted into the United States Navy by my Mother's consent .The navy gave me shelter.
Hchapman June 21st 2018               
         



Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Spanish Goya

   


         Spanish Goya above old age dose sow.
Rabbits and dogs are reasons space ran clear by cheers once heard .
Shown tone of grace with flutes to pace - light genius above the clouds of rain. some vital speaking king of child toys - the rain drops thunders drum which reached their taken place ; questions with a taken pause of men whom old age called by silence ; real myths by futures sung - for hearts and arrows lunch poor rabbits fallen ends had rung.
Say June a golden ring said she - first lady of thy lands - what place of halos glimpse is known by  kings for told to dogs and man ?   To only which true men replied as Icons of our western themes of minds - let us go further in our curious lamment  s adored so long my love - my side , all things of sympathy resides . Like white cats of our own and only pride  or to a solid color delineates this ride and upon the beltways physics instruments its allegory a justice my cosmic thinker king if in a first resides - so hand to me their eyes of hearts en set upon their PHD as keepers of their trustful pets en playfulness of others chase this cross we bare to ours  above the age of daughters son s reflections to their skies.
Hast not I say this memory of wills in understanding qualities dear wife my only prize or looked back to worldly leaders above the dawns sunrise growing old and ancient for people to surmise - the grace of summer has its rise!
Ooh clumsy blinking glass I have where coastal winds gave a pattering of water drops to this glass of by its whisky size , and dreadlocks by their tone en grace say Goya s still alive - no cards his child thought - great angels of our age.

HChapman June 5th 2018

The State s Man.



                  Hey sonny there is no easy way out.
I have lost the capacity for in- decision as some things are worse than others and less to I than a Spartan  in a black /white suit with the head of a colorful hummingbird with snapping green eyes that remember the happy summers of 4th of July , I shared my business in cities gates of another's music's key .
15 times a day in the season of what's right and the evenings were running with fights - he went on as vigored youth - ahh he then said , did not I hear the fights en streets or the intoxications without knowing the pulse of their hearts - rocking back en forth in despair as the Spartan with its orange bill a little open repeated in a strange strange way saying ; IS it THis or That on the summers madness that a bag of poison had gave you peace ? No easy way out sonny to go it alone he said gravely holding a cigarette - my profession to you of us is to another beyond the price you pay ; like the voice of a long gone angel begging for your cards of blood that have been thrown into the the summers celebrations , en seemingly to your sweet cheats of poverty and by the oils incense or by the sounds of freedom's fury - From all sides the Nightingale prays for you,
         Light is the line of labor 
curved is the will of men
Embrace the labors laws and thou shall live in peace
For the will and labor of men forever follow thee.

HChapman June 19th - 2018

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Life in the North East







                                                   Climes to Summer once again.

Neah said the clouds




                       The world will beat you down unknown through the door you seek.
For Zack it was not certain, the cold water washed away his memories inside his head; then many nights was the dull ache with blood upon his arm feeling too; just pain. Large to comprehend. unhappiness handed down - nothing but trouble in summer by the anger of other minds , nothing of life really lived was he en only the sole reason to his attitude was hunger.
                        Turn around stand up and eat the time you seek are molecules.
                          Round and round entrusted zeal takes all hats to it, as it is to us or to pass its comic tales.
                           A broken dream just one of many pale as any spirit walk on cobble stones worn down,
                             leaving only weeds to grow, besides the summer nightly lights a glow a land switched on or off by liberties.
His warmth he thought for a moment had found a humor odd and likeable, and for a time he felt his nervous system had dissipated all of his anxieties He was tall and thin an by young formalities had sought to make his mark in a world on the verge of war.             
                                   Well secured his tent more fully made out of usable garbage from time to time he thought was defective to the community, yet the mere sight of its remoteness and silence gave him a feeling of transformation  through living in the woods next to the shopping centre " De Cedar of up Rook Corner."
                                       Who is they tat tills the hay - a crawl of lot and barns so old that mothers think a run to it he'd speak, To if then sigh loosely clothed her mood a melody abashed before her birth, a poverties land with white haired gardeners between thy hilly paths and at very least she then called to Zack a way to dream by laws.                                     Wild child blankly gazes unbearable to Heroin, Little leaning  greatly reeling
                                                 frail sunken eyes that dried out mouth churning all the dark dark nights
                                                   in midnight summers dreams.
                                                     What voice is left inside my soul to quench my spoils , bruised with no
                                                         wishful smile that long ago innocence one had if by point of view to live  he'd say.


Chapman 2018/ May 24th









Friday, May 4, 2018

Spring time and dream





        It was a slow upland en, it looked as if I belonged to the warp of time and doomed to death.
I could feel life slipping away from people and myself and in the background there were some mistaken so as in of gods angels , that is then - for the problems they were born into or had bought about themselves to their own mystery of living, Uncertain I rose each day as if it were all an act , meaningless to my origins which had always bore up turmoil in my life and also to some which who knew of the entire body for short fastenings of my older years in writing , and crosswise to this was a borrowed rule of law withering around all this narrowness of time; it seemed if more , was the levelness of simplicities echo above the odd infallibility to survive where the hour clock coiled its spring to awaken the spring time florals. Long colors subtle and silent the Abalone I thought , had listed to my soul adrift in a dream or to my timid emotional sleepy eyes  long after the morning sun had rose from its abode ; and by no reasons in my pains I continued. The predicament of watery sands en earth  sloping down gently to a beach I once knew as a young man, I had imagined it was the "mother of pearl."
      And so with notes of my child in sudden hands ,my intellect had never been so nervous. In my life time it was middle April and the long winter and greyness of skies lingered in the relations of men and women whom instead of violence and chaos had sought to heal the issued forth of a troubled life in a much quieter environment of holding themselves into the days of my later life where old men dream of the early years as a value to their present lives. And perhaps to a reason not unknown to me , I had always felt life had to be more complex with its life in my thoughts,  en too by my little self-will being a mechanism to which something my new creator  had placed it self inside my shell. It had done to thousands of others before me I too imagined  to further a nucleus of thought and feelings or have one to whom might rise above the difficulties of life . I felt that outside of others that funny fear of the absurdity or that drowning feeling of family loss did control in reasoning's to forces greater then I, must have gone thru similar indivisible powers and merely had adapted nosiness of the past , present and future into an imagination strong enough to quiet the querie-some isolated streams of laughable fearfulness' without changing the traumatic nature of extended scars upon the psyche of being and to which is the reciprocal of my displacement in view of the senses and spatiality of things -common to the individuals continuance of a beneficial life.  
           Far away - the inception of a round trust to a list he dealt chiefly to what a long time champaign wanted for the questions of chaotic Chinese economic war to free nations.
Their sufferings amongst  missiles , computer hacks ,& forgotten secrets seem to be the sole offers of the ongoing invasions to the free world of negotiations behind the territories forced perspectives of the international fireings and to a type or in other words - an obstruction to warmer channels with-in the chinese
scholars his better leaders from a much younger era ; for a short time amid nuclear hosts the thoughts of communism seemed limited to 50 or so project crimes { extending land borders } that had failed to do proper attacks by science; and this led to their suspicions that left scathing topographies as a place to hurdle most of the misplaced cloaks of research - Yenzie blew his nose and was a free army agent shared in the economic struggle of  war truths and now much older by the digits algorithm s with each changing min-sec
his mouth and ears or eyes were tight as steel ,  he laughed and the variation of his facial muscle tone with a mass of beard that he'd kept groomed for his lighter side of idealistic thought all the more held with on it the memories  that eventually led back to the gravitational pull of glorious mountain ranges in northern china .
Years moved to other years in the micro - economics ; a frontline of unilateral trade of industrial assemblies that sustained the shore lines cool oceans air like a muffled drum floating in the rippling winds. 
The more likely the northern mountain ranges ruffled  the great machines in the minds of the dragons , or so too did the off shore pipes drives resound China's greatness to Beijing's chanting morph s of extroverted intelligence; its under access to Iraq became more peaceful .
        People turn over on themselves occasionally  functions of reality s as a fact that is yet to have no basis equal to the clarity of evidence ; in magnitude behind all that is seen & heard felt I throw my words into the living wind - much like bits of moments to only take for its self apart onto which I live - en towards itself which leads to the openings of statutes that vanish and appear in the waking hours of labors through out the durations of uncommon points and drawn into the stratosphear.
A child sees a glimmering sight - a game to learn by or perhaps a first bicycle with a childhood friend 's amusements - to by it for a beloved family when clung onto their hearts - as time expands in months and later substituted by others more wondrous to the curiosity s of life experiences all the embracement  or mishaps of memories grown mature to associations which has its place restored as an unfolded dream being fulfillment and above all human to the the good earth alike to each civilization . I had passed onto others more of my sorrows then my moments of solitude in joyfulness , and I took that right given me by independence and free democracy by the meadows -wood  - a pastures detour to self peace in the light of a summer moon strewn with field of  flower and the roots of its flowers grew around our trees giving hope to all who sought by faith.
       HChapman May 4th /2018 / Really not actual , yet who knows ? Ha





     
       














Monday, February 26, 2018

A tale of a another Sun .


Like large shadows from the sun their once existed a bottle , a chanting of a ship en capturing the spring ;  of summoning its warmth more warmer than the last , its slender rays of sunshine had showed the painted plate  glistening on a sea of raptors its image was labyrinthine not lacking in its figured light not-empty in its love.
Would it not be one's power much greater than the waters , behaving like layman to save the births of life ; the rarest of a creature,  by dualness of its nature , one knows the longer orbits not seen in set forth patterns ; the dryness by a symbol , the floods revealed themselves;  the spirit of the men, ten captured in the bottle took separated reason as their hands upon the shadows , did do what must be done------------
 Rise again

                               Another street another day at first I hear me say. during a brief stay at  proper motel on route 18 in East Brunswick New Jersey. The calmness of some new ideas in a goodman's town came into my small discerning eyes hazel eyes. And regularly for four days in the month of April the light winds muffled their unknown past's of drivers many of whom being out of work for a short periods of time were satisfied ,
to get back to driving once more. And so with hands and arm turning their wheel to God many looked forward to awakening in the early morning hour's of the  gray misty morning to augment their driving skill at JB Hunt classes . It is considered no surprise that the drivers as well as the trainer's were making fit plans to have on our-way some of the situations that current drivers were facing in  NY , NJ , and the Northeast Corridor's ; Fundamentals make quick , a good course , whether standing at a computer terminal for legal DOT exams or at rest in my crib. And so for me, a man in water bottle, as well as the reader by me being of future, present and past bewilderments , perhaps to me and too resuming upon my personal observations not of myself the phone rang - then a voice a dispatch voice  - automation and not of another the common comment Corandas's sister explained ; I direct the scene a sense of coming to look at my surrounding's ; like the tooth of a rabbit fringing the top of grass for food. In discovering my surroundings I and us in some respect discover new realities  for my self and you my dearest driver. This seems to me the silent laugh - the silent business of life ; helping up the movements of transportation.- Into the remembrances  of commodities
that as people we use day to day..
     Drive down the roads of life ,
Round every corner every clasping corner is a constant rev,ing motor - a motor rev,ing my rpm's 1603.
Other vehicles look at me each voice  & and face a perpetual sport streaming thru the country routes.
And this outloud I hear - utmost a stature , never staring ahead in seated drive around.
         To crown's walk no more to the bare caped man to whom vain habit's shall light retain .
             En striving   
   Travel long and far early greyness comes after the golden hours labor.

Not long ago must you set behind what you do not reserve. , you came here in late of April, ready to work.
           And like the noise of wind of the silver horn's , I could turn in the side of reason - known when the words should quiet the pulsing hearts , after all Driver development & pay is an ever changing up-front monetary gain . Still yet , I have to myself this April evening the lowest duties of all by next its - self
the process of orientation, thus seated at a new table to write. Its early season in the distant city , the beginning of ending once more sets free people tossing their life into journey upon the Interstate Highway system . Or so the baseball cap upon my head has become a sort of sea shell encapsulating our souls.
No one takes less of what your going to get ; for by profit and talk  some new feelings arise to haggle in blameless rigor . The bottom to it thought and in my slow paced attitude I sit on the gardens grey wall by someone who is lean and mannered  Like the notes of music I have good opportunity here he tells me. The business matter is not dull except when emergency vehicles sound their siren's active to the good share of traffic problems here.
              But don't get tied to traffic jams she told me and keep clear of weather pattern's , by them I only find Tornado's ripping up the towns. And down on White - Jaw junction he says folding his hand onto his lap , take notice of your next overnight stay by way of another story or restaurant . Billy's room is where the card games at, If you make that dash out quick to the unrelenting Desert coldness - before the pity - the pity of money deceives you - "this Hardy best advice, I speak only for the rules and not against leaving my right arm on a mingled flat of wood or a small stone wall asleep forever. I told some how long they worked upon my truck  , for him I spoke to soon.
He looked at me keen yet being very clear. I am the mechanic - I did you good this inspection. No throwback to myself I thought ; words to speak to nearer my truck I'd be.
Then the day after a last bit of advice made its sign if you could call it - a hidden world unknown.
In rigid solitude I drove off assembled in the night as my eyes represented the duties of my employer.
The happiness and sorrows of men and women keep us all guessing anyway .
And no one skated on his own in driving.
                                                               There came upon the noise of wind upon the gentle crowded clouds, another Tiled Inn . It's well off it's well off my terminal but to this microtel - one of many that dot the landscape is comfortable and even though I know the true distance to the JB terminal will serve me best if the last driver of my truck shows up to work a little more, before being too pleased with his decision . Now is a tired hour but I'd not have it otherwise, Till after word with Coranda , It makes my indulgence hear more pleasurable , even though she is artificial intelligence.
                                    Dreaming in the clouds She echoed softly in passing of my love.
                            Unwilling to match one cloud geometry's  with another who's equivalent structure is like cotton plants resting on a suspended cushion of screaming air flow taking up the earth , then falling back to emptiness ; I'm both old and young - a desert sea flower blown far far way and to him or her that sits in Jets
possessing a different reality over the towns and villages below - the second flight unfolds it tractor wings to the ceilings above the azure skies great horizon .
                                           My poor bitter Ducann , an out bid claim of year.
A theory -  There once became By of a creature regimen  - searing - tearing , hearing to where reproof  had stretched its arms en as of nozzles nostrils pinching  reaching , to its brass of nose a fire of point of dowry box  had thoughts of dragons many  or thus of courage spent - a rent to streams of smoky old cut fortunes  from the Orients , or of a under study which wild maps had burnt- , thus off a Ducann"s rule nor if by clearly bare or read the sound of shaken cries had followed to hire laughters sorrows- Convulsive icy - fire swirling curling hearing dance,  as if it it was a tragedy  let go by embers refuge - oh fallen wasted cries of love -winged chariots upon the heavens  folds of ancient papers scrolls, sons softly to the bricks of coal the broken clays to icons pastures, adrift afore a counseling there , parted ways  across afloat , onto the rivers bridge, the worry to unseen mountains riff or by to by a back trees floral gardens gaze - I Duccann now a dismal sorrow so trivial to human"s love - Thus I will never know petals flowers or desert holy silence that bought me back life.
             
Unknown 4/6/18
Driver






















 











Friday, February 16, 2018

Winters death.


Which is it that in life is ascending or descending ? The human condition usually fails, one said as with others too, as well as a naturally closed system system - pushing as not thought to the outcome-or as it is in its self is apart of us as we live; he said whence all at once his piles of papers fell off the the shelf and on to the floor below {the past}he then constrained his apathy by this instance to look , to see, if as if in a lighter state of mind whether the hot water was on for coffee and made ready in the flowered teapot , this had illuminated the cold winter morning by which he sat and dressed for work and by its beauty so far he woke in silence each day alone as many had done before him. he thought them good then thought it bad to be here on the page once more-to much pride in remembering  - snow counts changed as the memories faded-it was winter once again. To much pride in remembering  what was forgotten has become the moments of separation I thought and rolling in upon myself I covered my dark eyebrows and then nodded my head to the sun-lit window looking outward towards the landscapes of  snowy hills and smoky chimneys with its mist of smoke traversing tree top limbs over the highway of distinct breezes of his hourglass outside there bungalow, and by telling the time of day he remembered how gracefully he and she had aged in kind matters simply being nothing in there careers, after all art was frowned  upon as was writing.and then in time to something to just being in the forms of crumpled papers with drawing akinto tattoos on their arms.
The year was young , and by its congealment of satellites movements upon the many letters wrote and numbers proclaimed  or reset they both had survived and sustained without the end of each system that was  current to the matters of which they lived & which had become a subtle mesh of services everywhere by freedom; the soul was no longer an accessory of a brutal  family. , yes indeed he thought  & then turned to its reflection not noticing a point upon his wrinkled face mirrored by the afternoon light cascading off the glass of shadows.She declared this to him as not being real or rational & he thought otherwise or rather it was just a metaphysical message of duration - a uselessness of urgency compared to the Justices of factual and universal models of science - and he knew by intuition that the inert matter of life or death was just an object to which they had been created;for the appearance of life.
The appearance of innate intelligence crumpled in  discarded papers lay on the wooden floors with fragments of it next to the persons desk. their notes appeared somewhat tarnished with age as it rained in winter.& indifferent & specialized much like angels carrying over the encroachments of war to bear witness human atrocities  & ancient yet treated - that is to act by good outcome to then possibly happen or so if it seemed to me that the extensions too of inverse diplomacy a viciousness for liberty had become the objects most valuable resource ; they strained to hear the meters rhyme their hair gray and flowing in the cold breeze hung on their shoulders collars, that overflowed in tones of gray - some dark ,some lighter than I with one female whos tucked tressel lead to the blue deep sky above ,I thought for a trick some evil that played in my mind or that it led to a glimpse of things past upon the present day to the stellar state of an object's maze  drifting in a broken atmosphere foremost amongst the creases fold to trace the formations emptiness to which I lived in sin.Two hundred morn the morning of a night - 1000 suns  of sons delight seemed marvelous and in my delusions and to them I dreamt what might split my mind from them if only a fate to walk the opaque square  and above the circle annihilated to a place elsewhere to that of I.
And then to find a man by another man to whom felt he was no longer where his dreams found emptiness to whence a war had started. There  appearance that of only storing knowledge to vanish had seized from within me that winter afternoon  reflection; I told them looking from turned side to the front of which I speak; hear on this black page of death, creased  paper - crumpled torn like an antique card of an artist draw I am a force within himself- a bastard- not knowing whom he is or where he came from - what's only left is the flag to stand for or to kneel for god as he places me in the snow of earth to count the journey's end.

hchapman / revised/ 22318/









  

Saturday, January 6, 2018

A puzzle in the game ; the walnut.




Looking for the walnut, to get thus far said hello to line of cars stuck on the side of the road, and then to a short passing silence through his window. Just think of those are left out hee in the cold.
Lonely yet not alone or of the individual seeking a bag of roasted walnuts too if that off the grill still there and waiting waiting waiting, it might be done with -.the man hesitated and knocked over the napkins and cellophane bags on purpose the living spirit of his was a bad person. Friends will not stand back over the incident - act properly and life will be ok. She closed the weird looking book .The town hall had closed for the afternoon and he canted an old song and rushed away from city corner.
Her eyes seemed all of a sudden to appear brighter., it was the opening of something long ago and secret.
and she could not stand that there was a small book or journal that had found its way into her office down the street from the assessor's office which she had just been. Almost as if it was apart of a gable that had once in a different age represented the movement of authors and artists who at the time were mill weavers making supplies for the wars and where the great entrance with its artisans had lamented over the works for decades. First the millennials were inactivated withe words saying if you don,t like order more.construction teams balked at it.thinking bad reason to in their seats more of something that was far off India owing to the crest of its design.  Totally to the irrelevant she found her mind if and as a what or not or not she repeated.
the office must 2 be gone back too yet not while the secret remains not to be spoken but acknowledged . balony makes ham and cheese with lettuce much better, as they both killed time with others outside working. the winter hills . all was great powerful in temporary problems falling to mostly the sounds of humanity rather than the images of it , and in him wondering of its practical sense to dare what she could not bear to think of.  they walked from city corner to over the bridge of ice by river ice floating under it as small fishermen do at the 56 moon to the rivers dug along the rail - road tracks of winter shores. And in hands then a  bag of walnuts taken back to their kitchen - en waiter cut of nut fried lighty in light oils and herbs.a recipe handed down an armament of health ; laugh gently if you shall ...you 'll find faces when curled in the shell ;looking at you. in music of winter a mystery , of or babbled nose by ear by one of us beholds.
Another's recipe of mine and others rising in the cake with box to sit with for my bottom to eat as morning energy.How silly which i by abstract floated some how we say all by itself upon the office desk of state to differate our life of ripples falling off the wall to the curvature of earth  by chasams in ts shell with life in move ment upon the canvass reaching out to the feeling of discovery with the all,powerful our fates.
The golden walnut onto the aged necklace to the origin in gold -quartered to its pendant  was the page which most she turned her features of her shoulders dress too.and they both wanted to know more from the mountains of articles inside the closets doors.tucked away far far to the interstellar space of kinetic fly byes.
K eh-kiea we turned around looking at with the gasp on to a bird of prey floating just floating amongst the northern sky of lights to a power of space langauge grounded by layer encircling this abstract book in the libbraries of Uconn, just up their country road.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Who's really to say




There once was a whale who had a calf and he had a glass mountain beneath the sea built.
For this time another task.he said empty and swam the oceans depths and then began to think .
There was no skool said one to the other I cannot bear that home or warm myself replied a third whale .and they dove deeper below. CSpace with wonderful treasures and the weight of water from first winter snows kept them young  -  They cared for nothing because and roamed the seas till one heard the call of sound to sleep, - because the glim light held within its swirl  { - At a blue moon on a white sky
There are members of the Moon set restless in the night
All Arching in a song the place of strangest space
And in arching in there sight so full - an Orbs delight
Just hanging in the mind of arch angel’s - a fancying of the night
Whose magnitude had light the darkened night so sequel
The color white and round.. I heard my mortal ears calling 
Forth, the lutes, the woods the fringing strings-the meads of dusty rock
Unknown to home or city breaking this misty halo sky
A flattering of forever the old whales chancing drift like the
Celestials wind and bronze vane gathering up eternity the countless
Tides of decades seizing up the forecastle
This strangest space of all two actors whose mirrored heads
Ought note the globe of lining the cruseing skies of mediums

Crusading onto earth –Leave us- Otto we cross the rovers path
When seas of sexes members allow this nameless angel half
Floating of the sort theses creatures waves make love in rolling tepid seas
Shook speed appeared a sort ..a prodigious mirrored head
The front a painted face, the back a masked head, wearing portals
Vital point was metal boneless jaw ..the dread of godless
Vile to which the lifting actor suspended his proper lute
And near the angels comb of watered head and crater
Des theses at restless certitude Fore most its doubted view and no mirrors
Of this fore most moon whose virgin have ergressed aware
Of multitudes: the vision of strangest place.

Des orbs a sling for dreams cried the causing actors whale
Abreast the countless crusades up to void blue space
Her loggerheads dost wrench the love of this bright full moon to quest
Phantom of the nights so that even that is even is gained so that
Is this these eight inches of her treatise mirrors are visible at the mires.
The craters distance seen, the star struck sacred sky
Blocking behind the moon our strangest place of all.

Close the reason that is for reason the close of night upon the day
Resign upon some who may when time is songs of whales
Lurking here in manner obliged and done to rid the world
The large un folded light the moonlight passing passion.
He won’t come down from his poor castle, his eyes he says feel like
Grapes hanging on a moon vine floating out in space
In Danish whales the moon is always olden
The eternities are never known, I am pleasant and bright
I am round and paternal to all humanity floating along the
Orbits windlass as a distant reason to fathom the mysteries I present
The motions now of whales become my foremost.. Sweetest hopes.
Fore most its white but sometimes gray-whose to really say.
 
HC Friday, December 08, 2017







First edit january26th 2008
{yo-Al/Cindys wake may god love her }/second edit/
Hc ;entry 12/8/17t 

 


Sunday, November 19, 2017

Dysfunction in the Winter.



Long I chose the lake woods along the bushes chasm and mangled with light driftwood entirely dry without its bark or summer twigs perfect in falls reflection, to see the formations ripples glittering from the centers brink as only a gust of wind , off fair upon the breath of waters surface  - so was the two sides of life I'd   taken. An iron spike with in the granite, said to be a ledge to an over-arch spoke the banished memory - a chillness, to by of one of many , flying along its shores.
The summers rose has faded grew dim by air and rain.The Pentagon surrounded by great silence in azure dawn - direct mirror of all that is good and full as gates to angels edge or plain visions to passage energy s  and well to whom the abstract remained by shadows light, while that by cognizant countrymen  now was the powers forehead, the space between the Christmas trees besides the pavements stones.  Breakfast was served 8 am, cruel tyranny a news - less thought then thunk to some, I would come upon her thoughts this childhood of instincts  listening by late hours her letters that In I had read.What nonsense have the Russians done, to come to pass the warmth of others? Her faded eyes lay open upon the tables abstracts voice that then were felled with the feeblest of counterfeits, where souls are gone and suffered much , from disappearing superfluity's that denounced the glistening freedoms - all blue with flu and death. In nothing for herself I had gone myself, the years to live in few the poor mans life, and so to I not true, nor not shown the horse s devil, who led the sirens ill. These Holy story's overwhelmed the will, religious veils of great courage yet little else to do, before the gated door had called himself alone and a little ill. One let yet, alone by drink then sought if by or next to when the night elapsed outside , to some kitchens welcomed home for her, the  friends to those who didn't belong in life and so I bore my guilt as life was chosen , with hands upon my crying head  to put away their grief. And then to stand alone I sat down on the ledge looking to the Northern Star to clear my dreary head en heart ; thus ceased the winters night of rest I said at length by wakening to banish all her letters that were written all in red. 

HChapman Nov 19th -2017

Monday, November 13, 2017

Get it while you can an can all you get.



Have a wonderful Holiday. Joy to to all and peace , good will to others .
Henry Chapman.

Society upon there knee's.



So here I am the night would soon be gone.
Nobody ever walked away to which they settled in.
Nobody was never wrong or right , which had the jealous look of a fat cat rolling around in the grass.
Its appearance , that is the picture of the fat cat was an obstacle to himself , in which he regarded the refusal
to have a family - much like a candle in ones hands that goes out because he keeps walking away for where in a span of time fate had placed him. Yet in all honesty there was never silence after economics changed the way people and there cats lived. In fact they just attached a fee to it. So whats the message - you would here from the news "Shorty"  are they planing are they planing his death in agony or are they gonna toss it over to the dogs ? None really knew it was to early to tell , he said lifting a heavy pic of furniture Shorty smiled his dismal smile. The most complete life was one of leisure which the poor revolted at seeing humanity , and one behind the other each took turns looking out the great window instead, at the ceiling of stars that winter had brought over the house close to the city .Where the perplexed leaders sought answers to the absurdities -humans abandoned to dissolve in each here in there own way "The message " shorty gasped - yes the Others like  most believed, if  then - that the messages had no reason to further their existence yet for the -height in virtue to judge as to make one seem human - much like us then, in this twilight of mans existence, it was thought okay to have the arrangement's strengths for war. War Shorty exclaimed ! Against who - our owners  friends as family - because a thatch is all that is left. I still see myself in sacrifice for there greed Mrs Spot said to her duty, folding there towels and slippers for there paws. Who ever heard of holding against the poor unless they committed a grievous or hideous crime. What shall we tell Democrats - she exclaimed From that place of ill repute? Well if thinking of something else - The government lit up their faces and kept there promise for a head stone - and they did of coarse come into our homes like communists trembling to witness the way we lived .
Yet on the other hand their was an epidemic of mankind to just self destruct. How ugly life became how utterly ugly and oppressive is the donkey serving the elephant for its ivory. Please tell us a lie as we find themselves from out under thatches to stifle the anguish in the streets much more pleasant. Wrinkles under his eyes - between them lonesomeness. Shorty tied a blue handkerchief around Mrs Spots arm  - this is for sexual abuse of our species which are human, this is for all remembered to which the world had failed them - Her eyes contracted ,she choked and wept.


Hchapman Nov , 2017







     

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Through the panes of glass.


Through the panes of glass the castle astounds the spring of hills.
Subdued beneath the tall and limbered pines - like toothpicks aghast at Autumns warring,
the rains and winds and quivering leafs of colors grasp with whirling breeze by chance.
The boulders hulk has walled the brush , the square farm -studding its beige of shadowed rocks,
broken to what's been done and drenched with the decay of woods lay solemn to the dignity of my birth and of our age and to her - the natural earth the world endeavors to move forward.
Paired up to restful sleep onto doing all of nothing heart remembered.
The great powers upon the land he knows - some trust of spread reflections.
If then if that a fowl or man a solitude to stand  unshackled by mid-noon sun or motionless forever.
 that blooming tree and line stone - while making love to fun - disturbed the hills with great delights - a ballast that surly held a pond where little angels lived.
Choose the rendered gift I gave through panes of glass unfettered.

You belong to more than one of noble cause.
Poor man , child or sprouting women .
Ourselves pursued and picked left open thus fallen to the frameworks hands the sliver watch ,
whence all the past grew clearer.
With this in nothing more to say - stay with me to finally well , above the ridge of stone.
Beneath the tumbling green leaf I hear the tic -a tock  of the married clocks ,One end to mar- the
bells , this astral world - for sure a starry gimbal's valley - the crimson lamp at dusk.
Tender air cold around the sighs of hope - Antiquity's of western passage ,I noticed not myself
as usual a wanderer of other things - poor wretch , a rule upon an object  what is are if, not yet I am,
yet well to think against the day.
Beyond a doubt from room to room their nick-names were very old and loved.
a back bone of a hammers bridge had reclosed the windows peep.
As neighbors searched the break of day to view the side-long lighted hill,
still on my way - I'll give you this - the gimbal's vase upon the cries of rice.
To I am yours to up the hill - the downhill ditch plain to see,  loaded with the golden leafs ,
rotting by their moans of joy and sorry to the Fall.
Won't be coming back till winter and its ribbons snows has melted in the springs - that's all.

Lament/ HC 10/10/17


   








 

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Loss of a smile - long life of colored flowers .



Loss of a smile, the long life of colored flowers.
Rounded like a cloud hallowed to the strain of war their arose a shrine of flowers.
Now his vision was singular by the disc of the full Autumns moon, which hung with an unrelenting energy. I walk and run mislaid by my thoughts, and my nose constantly sneezes about my old face which holds my tongue to speak. By myself in their house I was a palpable success , yet what had I achieved? I tell you it was nothing. We stared at the empty houses torn over by the hurricanes.
Their very nature was unstoppable.
     Loss of the magic beneath the hills looking about them, the streets would serve for heavy machinery that moved in , as the savage rains and winds deceased to mornings skies. It dominated the news channels less their would be no means for hundreds to survive and I did nothing except to donate some money, when a good month arrived.
Things potently unpleasant in a volume unprecedented, had the airy atmosphere in the chambers of the house that then as wrong , occupied every room and dinner table set out restlessly by the kindred chairs back home. What had been and how it was now that the Island survived - for want of a better word or feeling  was guarded in the somber conversations of hope to which the Chef had placed himself with others. In sight of my thoughts at moments , I became at loss as what to do , the sentiment of far away seclusion overshadowed any real kind of labor in waking to my feeble mind.
Harsher to my self then thought's of whom had had direct contact , I had felt a child at length was smarter in equal feelings and thoughts to know of a more simple solution than I.
I must have been in fact going into a vortex - an old memory of friends who had died and never to had seen the wonders of this world, till after the floods had resided - whom now were just spirits natural to our earth. The Red Cross.
Displacement - lost and found smiles - bereavements to the hours and months to life - a waywardness in every such movement to other Nations of the world had origins in the histories echoing the many fragments towards the upward progress of diplomacies working in union to the Island of Puerto-Rico.        

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

The laborer


The laborer.
Yes you admit it ,you have been working on the land your whole life.
Some five decades I imagine , and always taking care of yourself and others the only way you knew how. Yes and always in that man made cave of the 21st first century. A modern cave that shifted as you moved to new locations with out family ; and having only a few friends which were as ill as you and doing the same thing. The brain did not work well in low wages for your work. And only to pay high rents and a small bit of education to grab as you lived poorly, it became apparent in this very day that then if the interior of life did not match the exterior of busy life you would then end up homeless in periods of your life subjected to a more fortunate way of living.
It was not that bad Though Sir.
For the democracy of the free world was there for the taking, we made due, and most the time ignored our pain by the passages of time. We hoped and prayed in the labors that unfairness would keep awake our courage and stamina and that either through natural causes - the opportunities would arrive from else ware or not. Please don't walk away = I boarded your trucks , ships and factories , I even voted for our leaders , and yes sometimes going down the wrong path to escape life's turmoil , I would return to hear your laughs with the face of fears on many faces. Yet we sacrificed in giving what was not ours to give. I guess your right I was never a shallow or a narrow person. You knew that from the start. I could not understand the darkness lurking in the shadows of business. Even then as now to pay homage to the point of a babbling emotion seemed to have no explanation , except to survive in where my feet had placed my hands. I did not say you were shallow, as it was explained - you were just inferior not fit for the earth you walked upon. Stop right there. Self deception was there and yours - yes one could argue that , yet what about the Nation and God ? The very culture that gave you liberties and choice ? It was a simple idea was it not ? I mean to describe something which is not ! Because it is not simple it is and was accountability in the billions. And granted our expectations belonged only to us from birth to the grave in time to think and then with out meaning to, we chose to belong to know one. Some worried to find peace and to get through the funnel to contentment down to the boarders and to the countries lands of cities and farmlands. And never ceasing we embraced their hearts with unanswered truths coherent to the back drop of a world made of fire and ice - sorrows and joys , apprehension and assertion. I remember quite well the jails the rape the crime and the restoration assuaged by the impatience of governments to hew into the earth there eternity into rivers and mountains , deserts and tunnels from the very depths of there cultures. It led to a prudence of its self in laborious calculations which became the anxiety of the mind.
The dark dream in which one finds himself waking blindly to a day to loosen his clothes and boots.
A fashion to technologies preoocupied by services to quell any sense profoundly linked to evil.
Yet as I said Mr. Q apart from your struggles our struggles , there always remains hope, besides intelligence always arbitrary to a force , seeks the labyrinth to which in seeing the moment of its existence in idleness acts to head fast to salvation.
      The summer creatures of squirrels ,snakes ,birds and frogs fill the late September dusk.
The fragrant odors are fragments of life. The residue of early morning residue and fogs, a folly to itself cast the beginning  of the North Eastern Fall - and pumpkins taken from the thorny field's  harbored anxieties' inside there smiles lit by a candle battery.  Well just look at the early fall is not it wonderful ?
The morning and evenings were getting shorter. And had it not been for friends , old friends and new friends I would not have felt the relations of the community and there differences, I should have kept better records for in my senior years of later life, I had started to write down notes regarding my case against what I imagined was the inability in being in the existence of a doubtful attitude.
To work on ones thinking  usually requires support would not you agree?
The larger than life man squinted his eyes , His clothes though that of a laborer reminded me of a person who had worked some 30 years always waiting for the roadside traffic to enter his shop.
Turning feet ,turning hands - turning back to necks of steel made clear the work ahead taken from the passing years. Yet even being bought into a normal life the notes laid dormant in the brain . The music of the mind required discovery to turn the will and soul to what it had established and maintained,, I heard myself talk with you Mr. Q and the behavior of yours and our words were self evident . You had forgot yourself in the world we lived that in its self bought life and peace. And I in middle of early life had run away and hid in behind the raspberry bushes talking and whispering to the summer moon. In this en, similar now and saying to try to get right, one of these days , the country and our families homes nestled to one another on the shores and hillsides of our states will let go.
Addiction let go, let go to the to longer trustworthiness let go to the life of health - Addiction let go -Addiction let go.
The addicts often just a joke for a smile ,was striking the clock the ribs the teeth the eyes the lungs and then the water to moisten the throat and loosen the stories out of the doctors weight of tools which mainly increased the oxygen to the brain. Yes Mr Q nodded, he could have not known this himself - he had died talking of Jesus Christ on the solid ground of our streets and  public businesses.
We or some had cause to call to the minds of many , yet who would listen ?
The laborer.

So long, goodbye long walk.

Chapmans Oct 30th /2017


Credits/ Franz Kafka and 91.7 UConn , Stores CT
           

Sunday, August 13, 2017

With low tones.

With the low tones the room he sat in, and out of  the bright flowers he looked at the the rings around them.
Who's are those ?It was next to had been on the fine American steel out of a room , to better than what had been before it . Up out in a dusty shelf, with a stone at the base of  the coal kiln and lightly scrolled on the under-side of the handle was set the name { deceiver }. From them in his anger - sturdy and bursting to face his fine glow - he scraped the pedals once more. In helping what he liked best ,with his hands bent over those  last  buds of a stem creased with sweat , and to up a bit the pedals curve en to the waters windows besides the tools - he then sharply placed the orchard inside the tinted blue water.
George folded the thin oblong box.
This is a curious thought of expression.
Who else but those on the off side , slowly slowly to the steel top of its corner at the pendant lock , he had been thinking it was a mistake. And then, to the door he walked out.
But for greed and degradation he exchanged ,the original  hell he was born into appeared withered on an old piece of paper. If kept till he died - so much the better , my life of those voices and recognized places with end's to the past where truth began , had sat in the room too , en as if the hardness of the walls themselves , had suddenly found him - staring at him as if he were a chair or perhaps a desk or dim lit lamp to console the dark pulsing rhyme of his heart just without by the nature of a happy song - he'd hum like old women resting from her talents and abilities.......Muuummmm oh da life oda old seas song calling in drowning tears to tell ya hes no more.

And once from over in which he'd read with the wide eyes of a guest , and drawn back to the cottage wall,
to more that then had been ,before the wars to somethings or nothing of true value, and to the drops of sandal's  foot prints along the paths of tall saw grass wavering in the summers evenings hue , or to the reflections of neighbors windows light adrift to by there fading stillness, to whom his lamps were lite or as a man who's soul drifts to the heaven's unpredictable logic of beauty, only to appear as mortal resigned from his works to continually begin struck motions to which he'd think - unlike to this - the delirium of Anna'liese who spoke words of a strangers unanswered  reasons or to beyond an announcement  to comfort the afflicted by the inducement if so to them in the timeless hours of there despair and through the morning hours deliver the melted ponds of prayers smoothly en grained to the engines Captain rushing downwards to a Ship. So still by questions then onto a list of tabs not thought if than cut awry out of hope from effects she'd
crane concealment till slashed and quietly unlock the pendant .......














Monday, July 31, 2017

Drones of the land ship.




There eyes took on a deeper tone to entirely immerse themselves into 3d drone racing.
 Motor speedways and great corn fields once used in the summer for motor cross and Jeep races in the muddy grounds  had set aside in the months of late summer for the course's with in reach of every person.  Weather permitting......Yeah right knot he said - not to push against it , but we had found it ridiculous. As in sleep life that came from for the great square sails of the machines , to be upright and assembled; there was a leading to the amuse of those who had already in the points of there bits and goggles that had half in jest,  and by the point of the starting flags acted otherwise.
  If all patience in the time of waking in the first years of growth , which should have been kept to the modest model of parameters as if it were a new entertainment for the masses . BJ stood for every other way into letting hold of his blueprints.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

His Steel and heart.



 Her body moved like a drum and guitars ting fro up above.
Acupunctures had relieved the pain.
Good people in commerce had paved the ways from the experience's of olden laws, a foundation to the foundation to the easement of the uneducated , which in turn became the students foundation to their destinies.
The prisoners who had lost their ways had in time said farewell to violence and their cradle grew in worthiness.
The circle had changed its shape - narrowing the circumstances to health and prosperity's.
And to what ever family there was or was not , to the best chances of life they lived - in the bright clouds' of life in one way or another through heavens grace , most people gained confidence in our country's sequence of chronological hardihood  and at in some part - if however small or great and like that of an blessed soul whom ate - their drew from the minds of many ,the offered of filled freedoms -allied with the great icons of industries and technologies in the stories and experience's of the unarmed .
In much easier to whom in history , one could be described as business men , content by mother to a child to a child a father as we have heard many say , was and is the precious gift of freedom that one as an adult can receive or is welcomed by.
The tower was the bridge and the bridge was the tower.
I had whistled after them in the resolution s of life, where the rapids of blood and nature wash the icy rains down from heaven designed into fashionable water bottles. The circle had formed an eclipse awakening the directions to feel in mind and heart the activities that led to enlightenment..
Land bound by violins and pianos' delights the old were youth and young became the drum notes enjoined to signals of earth resonating to the sun and the moon.

    In the states life went out for people to look at people.
Surprised at expecting something different each day , as summer still in azures clouds - summer's florals rose half way through each year bound to unlock  love , by coming out to dine at  festivities relaxing by the days in canoeing and swimming. There , where every street corner up and down to the lettered streets signs; wood and paper became the lay of the land for communities to stick up a sign , to fix a need to something aside , to our villages' betterments.
If arms and legs and hearts and minds were the functional - bright and strong as steel - so were the accomplishments' of our nations ethics and morals. Most had not thought of themselves - but of others in the coolness of international kindness. And perhaps the blame in soft or hard believer's if one rushed to this conclusion ahead of what was actually taking place - was the doing to only the perspective ruffle if then by institutions conclusion - of transparently to move forward besides the flag which stood for all. For us the world still smiled.

Hchapman 30th -2017             










 

It curious Nah.

Some time some how wrapping marching, to how again watching clutching or beaten forward by a giant ball in the loudness pinched but here on a hand , onto some plyers they circled through, and under the tree house to eat some skittles bits and pieces on a sleepy seat of van , to on the side of all her needs da - he told her some had lost there way;  closed to rise when sunny clouds you know stood in heavens dah dah dah orchards  said fools -to wait upon a nursing child to a gentle man of wealth.
Captains burning book of corn popped pleasure to the grill where knowing wrapping marching heads with two glasses in the house was raspberry beers - clutching watching child's sister about the mothers officer - to swearing on a wheel. An so 0n id on to belong to little Sid all done up on the tables pork to like the dinners party's songs like this said - Haws that whale !
When Al at once in lowliness a jumpy eye with addle lens , did peer to one of playful sleepy seat and prism to a chimneys voice to rally from the ravens black the spirit of the rivers back  in music glory on wooden crates to rise in odd toped slopes of da fogs gone down from hills off woodlands steeples  white solitudes by faith , on corners time and many souls bridged into thy friendly lectures matter - all newsfeeds saw the  shield and gun and if by masters law his fun to wrestle out the best - he'd dream about the curious floated in a bubbles cylinder and whirling to the East. Nah dat curious ...the other said its West..............................to dance hah summer servants place at to a birdy kinships - outlying da speedway short roar to then a standing glassed; and if when throwing dice upon young Sid s table - a staff with pen and paper purse would ride horses back to the statutes pressure acting oh on the eyes of many oh he loss his lover below the seas of ceremony giving love to what ever money bought. It was pressure to the last bell rung -- Tibia's then a shaved head , came back home.           
They had put a sell to freedoms rock -they filled a jug a week or so to the safety boy and the freedom did rock. Twig covered streets to the sweet way to bound flowers lite candles in the hotel travel center - and the great esteem of the garden had voices calling far away saying such a earthly place is much deserving of beautiful butterflies and exotic rabbits on thin plain necks fleeing into night fall to fire up da temples.....................................Curious said one - very interesting yey how is it man?

Monday, July 24, 2017

Lord long to strenght.



We will always belong to an age of turning out well - innate to our inner minds ,hearts and spirits that in which is part of ourselves by which we think to know is best .If their was sense in debating differences' , it has found in the diligence of each person  - its consence with the intent - an too- since the ages began - to move forward - putting aside the , malign fear of  defeat as the matter in case , - or as the learning tool taken in harm to ones self or another in which - is to how we think-  to a  - Feeling and thinking - that some are not ever so white or black to come at once in the moment to the vices of man , And  laden to the learning places in manner of experience's , or to which at most times is difficult to comprehend and understand. Is thus , to live the fear that I will die and live alone unto death. Yet I'm ok with it because it is reality,. I could have said the lion met the bull in which none could with - hold its gravity. , just as hate is tied together with my past. Or as love is to the olive tree. Mercy took a man and killed him. He said justice was done.
To start unto the subjugated as heard by all before - the task was done an over.
Every where we look to the past for solace - coats and buckles - shoes and shirts  from sleeping hours to dawn the list for peace goes on,. Yet about the world full of glee in great speed,  the magnificence of diversity with out the words to further the starts of new life , are placed to the illuminated  civilization as the benefit to mankind.

Hchapman July 23d 2017

Saturday, July 15, 2017

The spindle on the Balloon.

We all stood near mass of cars parked in the stadiums parking lots.
The food drones were busy at the long tables. As were those who urged the servers to draw up to the exceptions of the haughty sentiments of hate for the men who controlled them. After all 1000s of jobs were being lost through the strait paths of business and commerce .If something was not to their liking the interior employees just lobbied for more laws to govern the laws , which through the passages of time became outdated and never more enforced. Even the Spartans rarely aware of the utilities who constantly violated the data mines with there air of authority's had become paranoid at what had become of the military state of affairs that democracies had turned into......violating their citizens rights.
In all - yet I thought 'What is this nation now"/ over the dwindling middle class ?
The arbiter was just a pencil pusher . the poor were dyeing in droves and to most its game was turning deadly. Yet in the deserts some prudent folk in spite of the political out look got away to ride up in their balloons - much like the wizard of OZ---- IT is Ballooon! by God It is Balloon.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

One day it was super hot.



The thunder struck at awkward angles, they said to one another.
Rain was wet and wet was rain, yet it was business as usual. The cats were listening at the windows.
The youngsters' could not understand the maturity of grief unfolding in world around them..
I  in many ways saw no change in the moods  of other nations - It was as if each summer bought more of worsening anxieties' that grew ever louder through the electronic social medias of deafening  sounds above nature , then ,to at last in the faintness of the evening coolness he looked to the thoughts of the labors in life very far away - that rose up with each on- coming generation.
IT was brutally hot in trench - the fires decimated the western landscapes .
And for a long time the enemies - And that of vulnerable weather patterns - redundant as a entombed attacker in the vigor's of the most unknown, and literally nothing more then the attempt by another nation to alter the weather at first with what chance of being an effectual barrier to democracies freshness,  had then not united the council to a possibility of an identified intentness on behalf of eastern continents - to violate the pollution regulations intentionally through our own oil distilleries.
It was super hot , most creatures met the shade at night fall with the faint noise ...of a summer custom. And burning clear in the light house in the great ships small and large , approaching the Ct shores and long Island points of desires was the beacon's of hope and sight  set beam of land stretching forth its rite of way to the safe shore lands dwellings amid the woodlands shore. The refineries dropped anchor down along New Haven - where it made its way from the south western pumps abiding from the "blood of oil" and railroad baron's that had bought into food franchises with their fought for cash. It was super hot>                        

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Away into earth





            Go down to the shore line and sitten along the waves take comfort in yah troubles.
I heard that she'd gone home her breathing was still in tact, and smartly on her knapsack you could here the music's mingled sound of bending guitar strings holler out onto the Hartford and Willimantic  streets. Drugs had left her no rest yet she did not think of that , the neighbor hood was darkly warm that could give you anything for a price. So one after one as it were they'd shoot down all cans set up on backyard fence . But she was not satisfied in the trails of the wood that led to the American dream. If one put on her sense of danger in the dusk of summer light asking to her grief  in a world that had suddenly been turned upside down - she 'd spin the words of an old lands song till morning sun glossed the morning mildew full of corn and small town girls. This land was made for you and me - there did she yell reacting to the shattered cans - I'll be dam if twice asking them . The aviator nodded upon the human souls - had no answers except for his despise of evil.
 The poor hated the rich.
The educated hated the un-educated.
The criminals and gangs hated the laws of those who upheld them.
 The fathers and mothers hated their sons and daughters.
The drunks hated life and its beauty .
The democrats hated the republicans .
The youth hated authority.
The military hated the genocides and dictators.
 The prostitutes and drug dealers hated democracy.
The churches coddled the masses.
The corporations hated congress.
What do you want ? Even the disabled hated Freud and Jung. Just look what they unleashed upon the world. The in-efficiency of capitalism To place the monetary gain into majority of the country.
It is till the wild west - yo each man for himself. In other words my friend their full of shit.
Them yeah that's right. so ya hear this guy just wants to get away- ha heh-- yeah he'll get away, says the rip- just put him em on  stretcher in Rockville  hosp. - so the pucken nurse- ratchet can shoot up and knock him out - for what ? he didn't do dam thing to any one or himself. . But you know bro - we just send the cops into his place when hes not their to get evidence - its all good - yeah like play en  both sides huh,
And no one gonna take the dudes side because he's in the category - get it?
You think if he says anything to management it will matter - hell we got his credit card already, and when he called for help - what think frog face said - well you know where were going now? Fjuck you and your fjuck familys.
Unfortunate yes most unfortunate my friend . Although we all come across people in life in which we do not see eye to eye with , we should not let their agendas or persons prevent us from doing the right things in life, I can say this with good mind and spirits because unlike you I was the recipient of a murderer whom went for decades with out being apprehended, in the end  I just learned how one must adapt to lives uncertainty's  .
Insanity takes many forms.
She was kneeling over a toilet bowl puking  her brains out.
They had not always been what they had become now.
Sexual abuse at a young age collided with drugs in her 2o s.
They never knew love as a gateway to peace , enduring into their adult years as
a faded picture upon a spotlights desk along with the many other victims'.
All the same they were mine. Some would say Of me that I was drowning in the integrities that were lost by morals and ethic's. - a foot in another's life yet all that gave me most peace in life was a dictionary and a paint brush - which crude to long ago saved me from blackness of peoples souls and untimely deviants that in the beginning of confidence became lost to the destitution of normal relationships  crime and corruptions. The make up of the common soul the American soul reassembled a camouflaged lizard eating up the cross belts of battering insurgents from different country's pounding at our doors. And it was all backed up to the monsters they had created themselves to finally ; at the right moment it reared its ugly teeth into the devil itself dismal to the false heaven that it claimed to have created.
And then it rose again.


Hchapman July 2017






 

Friday, June 30, 2017

Connectcut Muffins



      Who had laughed in spite of everything in jeans and shirts , to a suddenness of an early breakfast?
Nothing had changed them or really appealed to them , and humidity of early summer had been tilted by the rumble of the " Stafford Springs Raceway " on the weekends for any one needing recreation. The ride up to from neighboring cites was good driving day and was just something to do for leisure. A thought had entered my mind, flashed out my eyes - with one eyelid drooping a little more than the other , to which showed a curiosity and anticipated want; yet well concealed. Along the highway of small and large country houses their was a shiftless gap of time ,where the outdoors with nurtured gardens surrounded by tall trees and bushes and kindle' wood , it was and had had been , the basic heat source for many of residences' in the countryside ;  and for those ,who yearned to live by its warmth year - round.  What had change in the country - air though I figured, that appealed to everyone , being the smell of delicious food and beverages. And so in her embroidered  clothes and pleasant smile in the flickering light of the ovens heat   - with a few ways like this or that - she emptied her hands each week  of pastry's to watch her baked goods come to life.
      A customers letter was found in her mailbox.
She knew very well of all the homes that had received them , and that were talking about it.
And on the side - lines filled with  ( flour sugars yeast chocolates nuts fruits icing's ) or not to the exclusion of leaving anything out to the absolutely perfect blend ingredient's ,  in the mist of their best recipe's with their bake pans on the store counter , a customer walked in picking with his eyes
an endearment for the families appetites. He thought with a slanting conscious - with an anxious heart ,  yet it did not occur to me that his hands were trembling, as it was not very trouble - some to him or I.  Having had know him as the elder brother of his sister in CT, with a sprit of the likes of baseball player I remembered how once in the old land of which I was raise for a time the openings of a cake in a box to calibrate our Nations 4th of July..... so down in two lines you set the rockets box ; that was to blow up in gee Caribbean sky - yes -no - which was it man ? we all want know.

        He stood with his back against the sun.
His arching arms were aching with tattoo's since the night before. Dropping down into the 4th of July skies the hard en- trails of the fireworks in the late hours of the July moon truly marked the beginning  of the blistering ancestral get a ways , taking place through out our Nation. This summer could not last forever, ; as some bakers stretched out their sales with a gimmicks figure which was attached to the top of a 1970s Volkswagen beetle ;A huge chocolate cupcake atop of it breaking the summer activities  - breezed in an casual awkwardness - to hungrily make a traveler follow it to a house of which it served,  the long awaited foods of summer , including ice creams stand alone tables.
He remembered the smell of the summer cabins and the outside work sheds , the tobacco barns and the rigors of being in prison for a short time. His demeanor made one wonder how he might move in a local soccer game , or if dragged to a motor cross event by his girlfriend, to yell for the beaten looser to carry on their dangerous courage and by this too ,he would bring the courage to win ..I thought of him this way covered in hope and good will ; much like to when I was young and hoping to clean out my friends refrigerator to the smooth cold taste of beer - that was only bound by the ring of the cash registers digital ring onto its draw. There was only one need - the need to share ; so with this endurable ideal the stature of its character sprawled in the country side at gain , we  became far greater then the dawn of the wars - that were many - and by its own light of intolerance to which in I,  had no right to speak of ;  I patched up my wishes knowing that they were forever gone and forgotten much like the pleasure of having a muffin to eat for breakfast - it had partly been part of summer and the foolishness of goal piece thoughts.


 HChapman  July 4th -2017


                   








               







 

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Oh Gypsy Moth

It was cool night and as most were poor with very little do, and talking of people of whom they new little about ; some had walked. It was a clear weekend day and the majestic clouds stood motionless above the landscape. Some old  , satisfied there imaginations by walking , some young played in the warmth of the yards jumping and rolling about. In the recess of the porch's with out walls or windows a door was open to let the sunlight in. The hills were crawling with gypsy moth caterpillars and the tress were bare looking and weathered.  80 foot high stumps just seeking a strong wind- tear and if their roots or branches could have an expression; then by its vilest end would it be seen in a hearth of a fire place and its nature to lure the tired mind in dream.
 The hills contained so many of these leafless branches , protruding like human veins of another world , that had risen once as the green cloth of forests in the wakening of summer , and with yet themselves no defense to the brown satin wings  and {mandibles} often infinitely and serenely
sustained by themselves to cover the rotten skeleton of wood and branches; up and down its growth of sweet repast. To living trees no more.
In the sacrifice of his mind it was simpler to shut out the outside world, and never the less as each day pasted in the streams of his biological clock much like the flowers respectable power do draw the (yes in a persons smile) the officer of the state hesitated to discover or be the maker of the infected trees demise. To many it was no better to deliberately uproot them for lumber or fiberwood. And so with out ill- will they stood as far as the eye could see, altering the hills with a solemn greyness that retracted amongst the living wilderness of enchanted woods.

                  On the splinters wood or spite onto the hands,
before the climate change - the native earth availed in shire paths
a useless trail to ponds, me there had gone a clime by waste,
under heads of broken branches calling out its wings of burden -
the glimpse of its own caterpillars , an being so much a source of larvae,
limpid on the trees spread swamp unknown to human life - I lite a lamp
in dusky darkness conquer of armies under leaf - to cleave upon the slaughtered,
the slaughtered place of feet - 16 by train of feet.
                    At length I came upon the child birth enigma as it seemed to I.
An in a pause of pointed breath it stood their too, thus monstrous an odious,
with out a color blue nor amber, it glittered on a thread so fine the meaning of its birth loss.
 And flickering to my lamp of light,  it spoke of things to come , two things between my thumbs.
Still subtler to the pond of bugs as far as I could tell it spoke again "The well ".
The stony well s with streaks of light ; reflections of its hell.

Besides these analogies their were a similar likeness's, including a greenish-black-frog sitting upon a portion of upright rock between a road and a farm house. Both legs were crossed and thin arms with its hands folded seemed, like a fullness to life as never before, if one called to it - all did was sit , as it held the flag of democracy flowing pleasantly in the lite breeze. Beside it lay an assortment of some short flowers. The pond itself across from more woods was too, unflinching with its heavy dialect of forest sounds ; approximately 45 feet long an 30 feet wide it hungered for the immersion of life not only to itself , yet all so to natures traffic passing it. During the short visit into the woodlands the light in the lamp kept saying to I and he - Ah the summer - here to stay!, then at length traveling through this strange environment fixed with a sense of light believe in the mystical I encountered the eyes on a door of a gate . It might be said it played on my nerves to a fitness in any order to the spiritual or to the familiarly of my knowledge and besides this the odious caterpillar hanging about off a branch which tumbled in and out of visions delighting in it words had gave me a great feeling of self - deception to whence I recalled its words " Reflections of Hell " with streaks of light that time , "at the Stony Well."  Concerning this I surmised to look deeper at the eyes on gate noticing a portrayal of carved butter fly's , snakes , toads and frogs and milieu of faces , their condition held both truth and beauty as if they had accepted what life had had- or offered them. On either side of the gate and I knew not why , their was a wall of stone the length and breath of some 30 feet x 3x 5, It had been constructed for war I thought no doubt and existed primary as the entrance into cemetery.
As it was to be I entered the gate under the edifice of iron scroll calmly with many of tall pines overlooking the crosses of thoughts departed  and in soft repose cried out in the splendor of their peace - Old human stones that dare not shrill in times that we have lived.
            Proud castles home of modern man electrified by science,
            Swarming like the snakes- in muffled citys trails of drift ,
             torn from sobbing touch of smiles an  counter sighs to life
            are all of last this streak of light - sweet life that swims above
            The things between our hands delight, to us the best we have?
            Or hasn't the news tonight bright office s above the clouds
            sleepy to the beating gust  the drums repast of now,
            blind sense was matched in comforts spend where peace
            exquisite peace endures , folded in thy stony well forever forming
            arguments to warble all thy thoughts I came unto a simple forest
            deep within the hills and listening to salutations call I magnified
            its life by flowers trees and breeze to only contort my mind
            as symbols to my lively years clustered on thy fringe for freedom
           ever so little by this I heard the "creaky door of well" as here to
           lead  this laboring life swept up towards this tomb - by well an water deep with in the
           hurried earth I heard immortal call - I looked on it as bugs and insects , frogs and snakes and
           more, till then I wander far in land and found your ancient law.
                

Hchapman- June 30th -2017