Making up a lot as I stood looking

in the hardest place

making up a lot

as I stood looking goes

against the blur

at the difference

inside my creative cave I see

enlights and melts

into the wood a candle

so there's got big numbers

and just rekindles time

all in a row

are at a pile the same

the same tender boxes

wherein do I not

exists I puts in view

between us

movements in a flash

now backwards thunder up

as we go by

hanging loose

with headsets matters

and a lot undaunted

along the creases underneath

pulls leaves nothingness

falls beyond me

between us only these

because it is all of it from me, you.

over the bright

frame of mind

than this can

that never happens do

in shows for growth

unrefined

uncompleted

unravels

I shall be free

moves on shall pass

packing shelves dense

spilling over empty means

nothing never better

just one's own

self seeking, keeping on

but then the others see it

a-fading in a-cold

shell blue in the skyline

I couldn't tell you

in which will end

crushing back then

on the way up there

lifting, noticing

it's all in a-seashell

blue to recall green

what abouts stretches 

somewhere else

so that pointed across

the night was moist

the bright flames blissful

popping one off what is buds pick'd

in a-lost vision

what was last in the loss

within a-dash

to the springs

jumping in 

to how hopes drops-in

makes everything alright

closer than that can't be

waits wherein will

everso on a-super road out

on heated air below blew

overhead are winds

the worlds spinning

for ears to hear us

they will hear us

hear our joy falling away

on pages often beat wants on

speaking things

and its places

beyond beneath

lets in Heaven relieves these

above where into

forward skies

flowing and were we

everso there a-going

on and on yet

another soul

puts in another

thought of love

again is it worth it

meantime works out

all of the forms

that once was twice nets

Left or right

upon a time 

whiles the walks

were farther out

I get it, I dig it

on a path through

distant to bestill

this is constant

twisting and turning

or around back

by my side

by me not now

within reasons

every time draws out images

but then shows how

still here and giving inwards

to this need more-so

wherein mostly

continues for less

and finds earliest

steps alone outside

from the first

to the last key

to eyes flickering

deeper than mine

by this time when

a-fading in a-cold

shell blue in the skyline

I couldn't tell

you what was

all the time

in the long haul

without no one

else to see

in which was

crushing back then

collecting cans

on the way up

on a path through

keeping it.warm

distant to bestill

this is unconstant

twisting and turning

or around back

by my side

by me be now, here
only me.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Robert Robbie Dudley
Wow! That was a blast to read. Light seems to be the theme bringing everything together. Light of spirit and emotion. Awareness maybe too as you have experienced it in your own individual way within possibly a touch on relationship. I also love the dramatic way of writing this. I tried just skimming it and that really brought out the meaning too. Very cool poem! Blessings Kathy

[alanwgraham]

This feels like it could go on forever and it is a few steps ahead of the monkeys banging away at the typewriters it's not quite a stream of consciousness if it was I'd be worried for you on the positive side I did like it and I find that a bit disconcerting but my mind does work in strange way if I stop taking the pills so maybe it's you that should anxious seriously it's good to take risks!
Cheers,
Alan

[Robert Robbie Lord Dudley]

like Jerry Lewis playing the typewriter, thanks a lot ! I had fun rolling that one off

[lua]

the structure compliments these words so well, a tumble of thoughts and consciousness