Making up a lot as I stood looking

in the hardest place for light

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 it big numbers 0' we go

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 as well

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 moon

frame of mind

than this! That can.

nevermore happens to do on glasses

in shows for growth

unrefin'd if, ever

uncompleted go

unravels forth

I shall be free

moves on shall pass o'er we go

packing shelves dense

spilling over empty means

nothing never better

just one's own

self seeking, keeping on

but then the others did see it

a-fading in a-cold

shell blue in the skyline dewdrops yellow

I couldn't tell you

in which will end

crushing back then, trails

on the way up there

lifting, noticing

it's all in a-seashell

blue to recall green

what abouts stretches 

somewhere else

Sets on that'll point'd across

the night was moist

the bright flames blissful fly

popping one off what is buds pick'd

in a-lost vision

what will last in this loss

within a-dash

to the springs flow'd

jumping in moves

to how hopes drops-in

makes everything alright

closer than that can't be

waits wherein will

flowers and wings

everso on a-super-ego; Roads out

on heated air below blew

overhead are winds

the worlds spinning o'er

for ears to hear us

they will hear us

hear our joy falling away

on the pages often beaten wants on,

to speaking things

and finds its places

beyond the likes of words

beyond breezes

beyond beneath a-rose

beyond that belief

and lets in Heaven on relief goes those

above where to it did go

forward skies

flowing and were we are

everso there a-going

on and on, on and on yet

another soul

puts in another now

thought of love

notes again is it worth it

meantime works out

all of the forms

that once was twice nets torn

Left or right

upon a time 

whiles for the walks

were farther out

I get it, I dig it

on a path through

distant to be still

this is constant

twisting and turning

or around back

by my side, later

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 its earliest

stepping alone outside

from the first hill

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 clouds

crushing back then

collecting cans

on the way up

on a path through rain

keeping it warm

too distant to be still

this is constant

twisting and turning

or around back

by my side have

by me be not now; Here, therefore
Only me and you can part thine sea.

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