The Salvation Shuffle: Book Iv
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David Marx
I was born in Oregon. But Dad got drafted so we lived at the various navy bases on the west coast (USA). I have 5 siblings. Camp Pendleton was a lot of fun for a bunch of Navy brats. I attended East Bremerton High School and Goethe Gymnasium in Regensburg, Germany as an AFS exchange student. I attended Portland State University earning a B.S. (Biology), an M.A.T. (Biology), a B.A. (Psychology) and a M.S.T. (Chemistry). I taught high school science in Portland, Oregon and some time in Honduras. I tried medical school several years but quit that. Now I am retired and only work part time.
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The Salvation Shuffle - David Marx
Copyright © 2012 by David Marx.
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Contents
Sitting One: Orientation
Part The First
The One-story Star-scratcher
Part Three
Rave On
The Manuscript
Guidebook Back to Deep Sleep
The Green Sun-glances
Band
Adjust the Sparks
Chapter One
CLUNK TING TANG CLANG
Sitting Four
One
Skittin and Scratchen
Peaceful Pal (follows) Pal
Two
Sigh, deep mellow, peace
Guardian Angels
Stay Pen, Stay: Heal Line, Heal
Sleep
P-89-Bootleg
One more time, Pass-89-bootleg
Right-guard-pulling pass-play
We should play a repeat
Computer chess, oh terrific joy, yeah
Closure
Musing, variably
Fifth Sitting
Sixth Sitting
Actualization
Offer yourself, no names
The Un-born
God Above
Water on foot-step desert
Foolish Love
This, that, and the other thing
Value
Bremerton, Chula Vista, Camp
Sitting Seven
Qualification
Sitting Eight
Trees don’t like the Godhead,
I challenge
On the table of tears
Stair Stopper
Sitting Nine
Who again?
Jumped, belly-flop with
1 & 1/2 twists
A fact, some elegant elephant
Listen, do you want
to hear a story?
Meanwhile . . .
. . .Town! (plink)
Two minute warning
Sitting Ten
Eleventh Heaven
Pegasus Type Totality
Things
Sorrow
Fish!
Snoopy!
Woodstock
Stagehands
I swore
Sitting Twelve
Episode Thirteen:
Bringing it home
Choice
Episode Fourteen
Thoughts Across The Abysses of Space Here From Beyond The Absolute Toothe
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1.jpgSitting One: Orientation
Part The First
Eye’s wrote without the audio-advances
and helped create a sound excursion
of temporary explicate, a flow of
unknown origin except reflected
on the side of your lapel, a spot
of unrecognizable differentness breathing
a tone of hoped for excursion through
the other side of hastily construed
midnightness as if upon another’s
bequest, sought the rest, bought the best,
allowed the listering nest, and elicited
a substitute for the syllables, and then
you know what happened? Eye wronged bye
the way of a fitting confusion, allowed
by the reportage again, reflecting a language
of symbolic other adidness and
bequeathed that fact into sold and bought
memories in the refraining train yard,
unbought. Afraid? Oh hardy ho height,
sleigh ride boat excursion through, and
over up above reaches the imaginative
possibility of the recurrent motif
of gently bumpy reflexion in the hoped
after-math of a hilly place called
and beckoning in the winds of memory’s trial,
WHO speaketh in loud deathly fearsomeness,
arises, reportage embarks nought,
person falls bought, nothing and outness,
playing toward the other side of characteristic
potentious calmingity, returning wheel,
that with the very mountain calls forth FIRST!
The One-story Star-scratcher
What’s in a number?
A three, bye any other name . . .
Let’s start again.
What’s in a number?
A three, by any other’s name . . .
would bespell your game,
the same, so tame, so lame.
‘makes sense of seven hills;
Hey! Get off’ my cloud!
Meant to say . . . a three,
or a two, you choose five some way, hey?
So say seven ways were on
the sixth shore of virtuosity;
then came the girl instead of me.
However the three rescues truth,
which, flew away when my
two took sway of his youth;
a nasty expression held sway;
elfish quadrangle that
brought my knowledge
to the fore. An ace
up my sleeve stretched out,
the thought of the action of the thought,
and then eye went into zen
and got caught up with the truth,
and married sevens with 5’s,
and merged into one-ness . . .
and wrote with a girl dancing forgiveness shuffle,
time’s arduous nick-knack idea competing mysticism,
idea called karma, deep dark secret promise of the
death of my rendezvous and vengeance faucet, external
beeing fire dancing loop the loop, short sentence
He is well aware of your psychic movements and
the plagiarism involved with
lady, look what happened on a breeze
pop credited eye of chastising "never-alone-enough,
enough, laugh, you attack me, so eyes reacted with these
frowns and disapproval. What you think, it in this hand-
tripping countenance, woodchuck and Dennis the Menace,
blocking left and writing right, the contention allowed
aboard the actual experimentation with aforethought
understanding karma location of synaptic flowing, truth
of knowing and below exploding, green sunglances and
the awakening, a little short of pulling on the rope,
there, well, internal thought, externalization and awe-
full sensation, truth of mellow survival and actually,
well now, thought bye the end of that this then there wood
approaching his awful truth yielded another scooped buzzing
and fancy place called Krishna Consciousness brewing; careful
Siva, for this shield is guaranteed bye the Srimad
Bhagavatam, sigh, long away he barked, time without, we’re
bought, sold into the stream faucet of writings on the
wall, quoted bye them all.
Voices below the nectar of solitude floating contention,
aboard the steep slope the Author arose and
father was in the room when it counted, carefully the
generation of the deathly family truth vielded knowledge forth
the bubble of allaway time, whiling in belief in the truth - they
speak, and repeak, bark, bark, bark, tree, leaves, hi there
,
pardon the intrusion of my ward, the room . . . Contrition Alley.
He will wear Green Sunglasses; really trivial fore-
thought, right bye his wallet, change the pants, she said, a
corner, the dread, my abdakshena prakriti kam, around tea, just
cc spoken in the right moment and the connection will be
synaptic, the flowing breezes of time and aweful Lord; what speak
the breeze without a nose, Brahman’s language for sure, a fly bye
the door, green sunglasses mean a lot and page hither page, dot
below semi-colon, a few stitches in quotation, an audience on
home truth strand, seeds in the clouds and rain with love
combined, fancy footwork, contrition in time - Winter. Eye
predicted this in my Monday morning prophesy, read this
person-connection without the prevention, then villagexation,
lost in the familiar quotation, ok, you fairy God-mother, bee the
sun
glances
eye looked, there’s nothing there, feed the fly and buzz bye,
quick! Not the whereabouts, God in the next room. Any door now,
my swearing center will bee the result of a 20th century
scientist on his first vacation and work looming, in the field of
the television and telephone plagiarisation. Then eye was NOW!
Only eye was also sure that the Lord would appear bee-cause the
Lord IS now the person before whom eye will receive the
pass-word, only the Lord is the buzzing type-writer and so the
eyes feel better, thank you, hi there
, typewriter manifest
action below you. She’ll walk bye and not Knot, you’re gonna hit
Dan if Dan has the green sun-glasses personally, why? hmm,
practicing. In other words, you’ll strike actually in the
distant future, you believe eye am a psychiatrist talking through
your game, huh, us also, leave us at the word no. A long drawn
out reason why I predilected The After-noon Shade.
Dizzying thought of where the actual truth of the arguments will manifest itself in the delicate dream world of blessed sleep in the after-noon and yet the myth of today strikes the absurdist race through the bee phase of the entire episode; survived, sure, yet at what cost? Several bee incarnations, no, just cc, quote, plagiarize the proper source, quick! Use that art lesson, pop, just see see, just cc, Mary CC, a slip of the pen in the wrong moment and if lizards are anywhere near the arrival of grass-mowing, then then
would bee NOW, wow! Narayana, really perfect the consciousness of a hound character, trees hold lots of sunshine so the chastisement wears through this nest he has hidden in his garage which flight wills bill, hills and hills, in your negative altitude. Snow, a time free, like you and me, planned in the hills over, devotees skiing towards negativity, wait a minute, what bar-builder