Something about that awkward feeling
that keeps me on my toes
like rail cars shaking, everyday
back and forth on their way to work
senselessly replayed meditative states
staring out windows at the same old sites
transformed, new for each day
eye contact and advertising
seemingly the only way to avoid the latter is the former
smile and break ground with ones neighbor
but they have started pulling out tv on tiny high definition screens
with gps tracking that sends information to satellites orbiting the earth

so i often sit curiously wondering at the wonders wandering
from one peripheral across my eye and out the other
trying not to laugh at the thoughts in my head
my restraint expressing itself in the contortions on my face
every once in a while asking if anyone can hear what i say
that maybe through this monotony my internal monologue
may escape its isolation with in my cranium
well, hopefully at least at the time i am inspired
that i may channel in free flow and thought

the salty taste of titans drool as they sleep soundly
in the fingerprints of gods eerily ousting
without vengeance they masquerade patience
for symptoms of cognitive presents
that clench wrists seeking sacred balance
in our roots that provide excuse to hindrance

wild eyed lovers take flight in the throws of passions
where governments with grandiose delusions of grandeur implode
playing cowboys that seek to forget that we discover
as the companion to magicians and astute warriors
we walk for honesty, marching to the ends of liberty
contagiously asking why
marxist gnosis that writes out analysis
to think the thinkers thoughts
we think the thinkers thoughts
like welfare subsidizing community  this city needs more taoism
unless our goal is to forget all wisdom
plagiarizing dictionaries and etymological connections
as if the symptoms were not a reflection of self

there are no secrets between us and experience
that is not the quest of the universe
these pages blank hold unlimited potential
like my jungian shadow
like my egos love for redefining my inner workings
its that it is a challenge that pushes us on
over walls that run through dizzying corridors
it shakes the rules from in our subconscious
a mockery of the programming that is demanded of society

Humans chasing shiny things
liken god to advertising
brazenly ask of serenity
to live within their tv

confused contentment
with the side effects of apathy
so they take another pill
the holy soma of psychiatry
so without practice
their mind may still
or carry the weight of the world
and face its tragic catastrophe

the night wrapped in effervescent moon glow
swaying like teenage ballerinas on opium
with opinion discordians pendulum harvests snow
as an individual choosing to appear as a collectivist
of poor choice in dialect because it gives me a sweater breath
and for what more, that kingdom of demand
in isolation stands by the side of guilt and fear
that challenge liqueur to mimic courage
in disdain of standing still up on the sill
of the framework of cultural ties
that synergistically interplay with our thoughts and dna

do we break platoons and show heart felt insecurities
when analgesic breakfasts dim our senses
shorelines frosted in crystalline sounds
reflecting in their conical circumference
the moon caged in its entirety
with its arms grasped onto the diagonals
dreaming of taking a pill
to wake reaching for the shores
to drift back away

soma sweet chickadees twitter childhood memories
a collective dismantling of our inner adulthood
experiencing exhilaration like falling from an airplane
living in the moment renders the impending catastrophe placid
like outsources of employment and suffering
that significant clustur fucks of infertile patriarchal demands
build kingdoms out of sand in magnitudes of time space somewhere else
where no one could care any less who has what and whats the best
perhaps sparrows could spare a horse from flies and veritable recourse
they speak the same language, dont you know, that is, doing things, inevitable action
if only to flirtatiously ask for more birth control for those humans who certainly need it
coyly observing one anothers momentum as they spin thousands of miles per hour
never moving, yet a buzz of hyperstatic chaos frigidly elastic
locked in elation like the dirt swooning for the sun to come to the earth
but cartoon physics inhibits this prolonged distraction
that plays the part of passion
when passion plays the part vicariously of sweetener
that liquefies our expectations and our knees
tumbling to the ground in unholy sequence
skinned bananas ferment the signs of your awakening
that it tells us if we had never taken the chance we may loose at all cost
which is no cost that precious moment where nothing matters
nothing matter. no thing matters. matter is no thing, its a precious moment
without purpose but the gift   .....to experience

Fire Retardent Clothing

Pthalates disseminate sowing the seeds you reap
the sorrows of the age a few had said of malcontents
elation of death sexuality through hermaphrodites onto adrogeny
transhumanistic day dreaming developing new technology

i will build mountains and live in them
you make me this fire retardent clothing
and your the only one with a reason
to burn me down

chemical bath. corn sugar and milk.
something eat these nitrates
the ground cant soak them up anymore
rocket fuel for the polar bears
fish are always happy on ritalin
sorcerers apprentices potions
medicated prescriptions
it was only the new world to europeans
epigenetic bastion
rhetoric question

i will build mountains and live in them
you make me this fire retardant clothing
and your the only one with a reason
to burn me down

Pre packaged food abhorrent emulgent
cigarette butts leech into the ground
mad hatter and his vaccines
changing the definition to suit your needs
forgetting alchemy increased your dreams
fearing ecology will remind us of home
because the colonizers of the new world brought old ideas
everyone wanted a utopia of their own design


how far you have deceived us
as we bereaved at the cost of this

i will build mountains and live in them
you make me this fire retardant clothing
and your the only one with a reason
to burn me down

Burn me down
I rise from the ashes
I rise from the void
breathing, my first breath
bleeding, the light of day
I cast off these shackles
break from these chains
as a man made of clay
as the host of alien dna
home of the enslaved

working for the crown like atoms to an organ
materialist post human compulsive disorder


the setting sun in the forest, the world that was here beside us,

the grass is nihilistic, our bodies, all things, formed expressions

last day in hell

I dont believe in the mumbling dribble you spout
I couldnt care less if a man of love died for me
i cant ignore the accountability
i wont bow to your slavery
i know im here for evolvng
youve weighted down our progress
with ego centric propaganda
ive read the sign that speaks your agenda
i will leave you all behind
my biology turns to radiance
i will leave this place behind
as i become the word i disperse
from my last day in hell
to my first day of my new birth
your indignation is history
that writes the story of pathetic fools
who choose to live in the lowest form possible
who chooses to never see
their only magic is to create a cage of ignorance
that traps them until the earth flushes them away
and they weep for the loss of the comfort in slavery


Down into prometheum Dreams

A fantasy to be reborn without suffering
or these chains that inhibit me
not a saint or a messiah
but the bringer of fire
the opportunity of survival
to spirit, this field of immortality
that bonds innovation with love
creative will and honesty
various forms of sanity
all become the eyes of the self
speaking in rhythm

shallow incosistance
falling through like lovers at a distance
i do not feel like this love
is only an emotion, scintilating my blood
it is a force of the universe
my body feels its influence
as every thing is attracted and repelled
oh i will not repeal
if i forget i call upon habeas corpus
oh maya release me
with this loss of desire i can be present to this moment
discerning, attentive, a conduit,
a reminder, a reminder
a reminder of prometheum dreams

everyones and no ones

A revolutionary is a person who speaks truth in times when no one else does
A revolutionary is a leader amongst the many strategic and wise
A revolutionary knows that winning comes from having their ideals prosper
That same old story not by defeating the enemy but changing the opponent
becoming their highest ideal starts with will of self control
evolving wisdom over circumstances
not taking their chances with reactionary advances
children at disadvantage, water polluted with dysentery

ownership laws a material metaphor for insecurities
severity of the insanities brought up in the every day all around me
cant stay away from a strange loop negative feedback that i retract
but it cycles surrounding around i found
with variable measurements profound are exact

sucking dry the water table, profiting prophets, desperate for control
talkative provocateur, proletariat bestowed
we are the government, not some insurmountable, enemy
class divisions, accumulated false wealth, is civil war
trickle up economics, feudalistic oligarchy
oh cant you see, holding us back in frail scarcity

sleepwalker, what is in it for you
wake up, or destined to be detuned

oh sleep walker what is in it for you
why do you live like this
if this is what it means to be a human
to choose to misuse our imagination
construct and creative will
will we make our pain real
build a stage for us to play
acting out the drama
if this is what it means to be human
will we make our pain real
if this is what it means to be human
convince ourselves
convince each other
if this is what it means
to be human
to be human

sins of saints

times changing, on stimuli, minds grazing
electrifying, the nuclei, of RNA multiplying
of our dividers, divising
new plans to quell an  uprising

classifies deconstructing obstructions
of the new revolution
close my eyes, dreaming, visualize, time streaming
on over drive, driving, hypnotic minds screaming

crossing the blood brain barrier
new meaning a carrier of pain inferior
the same brother of blame in hysteria
mellows my game rhythm and play
austerity today
break down and decay  to start over
as were walking away  we loose order
advances our chances in hues of disorder
a utopian world could sprout and flower
that in the stupor from beautiful break downs
we find that love is our true power
that amounts to bounds
under world less covers
no one knows whats found

of insincere tears that wash hands of their prayers
that form layers of fears of betrayers in rue waters
cant scrub any more if you want skin left over

if love is left a lone to find a heart now for its home
let this carbon based body decay and rise up from a tomb
and if my love goes sour let my mind take power
and in this hour ill shed my skin of you
these stains they wont wash away
your scents in place and i wont take it to the grave

to feed all the worms, a gift of gravity turns
the world burns in surprise as we amend all our lies
rubbing the ashes from their eyes its a useless city of the blind
across walls of trashed minds their own shadows doin fine
in the land, of the sociopath, they wait, on their throwns
in castles constructed by bi polar apostles they parrot all of our poems
battling cattle of the bibles babble chaining our lives to deadly shackles

that chains blame as a matter of names
until we all look and feel the same

her name is normal, she has amnesia

our behemoth that stands alone
unless drunken under the table
it is the pain we face when confronted
reveling in intention to sacrifice ostensibly
abstention of self empowerment
that unfamiliar yet oh so fundemental
moment that brings the group to equality
shedding our power struggles
like sloughing our inhibitions

i see that you lost your way
clutched to youth and imprisoned
merely a punishment
for all the suffering of the victims emotions
you have taken responsibility
for all of the inadequate actions
of those whose love was a mix of social obligation
and their misguided programming
abuse like a long deliberation
becoming catatonic now
or if you will insist on immersion
if others take a stance for you to heal
to show you your self naked
mirroring what is and what you want
for you to know it is you
repressed somewhere are answers dear
if obsessed you miss the full picture

i will not build you a crypt of poetic literature
nor a shrine of love if that is what you are after
until our worlds can grow together 
this sorcerer states affairs of life take on the meaning you give them
while you find comfort in those who take
that leech off your defense mechanism
that is so very effective at keeping out those it shouldnt
because like you they are missing tools
i will say it again and again even if i couldnt
its ok, if you want to, you too are cosmically beautiful fools
in an array of static qualities still you foster wounds
because it creates an atmosphere that is entertaining
to the addicts of drama who feed on emotions
your heart may cascade in ruins
but you wallow because its comforting
to not have to break the standard proportions

 her name is normal, she has amnesia
pleased to not eat she wants to fit what she sees
the smoke makes the white of her eyes go fuschia
it leaves her torrent, tepid and ready to seize
a new dream if that is what it takes
physically alone for imitation individuality
or all of the plan staggers and brakes
if i could have all your pain and you impartiality
i know you would live loving reality

paralyzed, nightmares hold me
when it will let skies seed
i will have asked please
our blood sighs, relief will siege
this grievance, dear elitist
classifies our experience linearly
hopes only holding courageously unfolding
unfolding by rolling sternly and opposing
refracting tacitly exposes parabols asking
with credence believes jurisprudence
this simplicity unbound overwhelms when it projects
caricatures based on silhouettes
caged monsters rebuild castles
villainous the scandals of calamity
happened then passes
the running of the vandals
with tragedy fighting off disaster
that walls will assist community
crawling beneath urban sprawl
if we may, serve a lecture
on how to be appalled
that we are intolerant on mixture
yet baking recipes for daily weaves
through careful departure
breaking bread with the lost
recalled the simplest of wisdom
so that money drives weak minds
to deny altruism
even our reasoned ability to recognize
the parasitism of failed communication

phallaris dreaming

Fescue dreams beneath the phallaris rising
to heights that shade murmuring streams
birds frolic and feast on a plethora of foraging insects
chemical similaraties within dynamic complexities
simply re-arranged at quantum proximities
whos cultures are probable tendencies and potential patterns
that gather for movements and folk revivals
influence interpreting instincts directs
as it dvelops mathematically songs at dischorus and harmony
rhythmically fluctuates like the fondness of earths oceans for her moon
pushing and pulling with love that gravitates
objectively seeking for answers of values and meanings
that it may eleviate curiosity to be deliberate
free will that creates responsibilities
that shame wears as a natural right
a bestowment of realities authority

euphamism

homonym, lies that garment fashion
self expression wise the sapien chooses
everlasting fluidity of continuity
in and exhaling
a hominid with arms outstretched standing
we do what we think is good to
even when we dont know why we think doing bad
satisfies the criteria
for impressions that define individuality... ego
we identify, relate experience as glorious, as it is
though our own as if we are special expressions
where recognition fulfills role of acceptance
stoically moderating freedom and responsibilities
interchangeable chance and miracle
beside experience friendship is the greatest gift
that we give for love is our common heritage
next, once it has festered, all of the shit that we are granted
that growth from our branches bare umbels advances
as nature progresses ironically intricate chromatic asynchronistic ambiant static
that bridge synaptic responses, myotic this noble ignorance
of which there is no room without your conditional permanence
subjective love in all of its attachments
 

A seemingly
fatal mistake when some of us forget
we are created, by the substances
the same molecules
which were collected in the early formations
of the planet

The water of ancient oceans
the same hydrogen dioxide  that accounts
for most of our bodies
particles from the outwardly
less organized edge of expansion
when we were undefined
besides our starting order
interaction, function, structure
this spinning that sustains all life

somewhere hidden
in the archetypes of existance
is the, orgiastic, shamanistic
community at one
with their universal self
in a symbiotic relationship
with its ecology
utilizing their capacity
to sense electromagnetic fields, fluctuating
emanating from the ionosphere, the gaian mind
interwoven in a sea of tranquility before it solidifies

alone, we were told
to reject our participation in nature
the dark ages imprinted on our
mimetic and philosophical, memory and minds
fantasy into spirituality, poisoning our magick
where told the love is unrequited that
madness loves the adventurous 
for with out the science of the ancients
appreciating the real, the present
accepting this gift, that we do not know
in awe of the mystery
wonderment of the beauty
lost, crawling through the dark
misdirection of our greatest qualities
repressed by consistent pollutants

our strength lays not in our physical power
but in our intellectual and creative ability
however our balances may be
our greatest love is not for superficial beauty
but in our deeply rooted  connection to ecology
however vampirical we may be

i was sifting through the newspaper
exaggerated my mind floating down the river
staring at the empty cupboards
does gaining my sanity entitle me to loosing my creativity
my greatest fear is to never again feel inspiration
find myself in old age without ever taking a chance
never to once again experience passion i once had
lost for the sake of removing myself out of the sway of lifes pendulum
i chose being numb to maintain the status quo of sanity
normality is slowly fading away from reality
to a constructed member of society
rigid, homogeneous, yet beautiful as all is
inescapable and confining
as any creature caged against its free will  

so remind me of postcards
of moths that flutter by in a moment of flight
projected from a street light
to shadows of untold love
dire attraction frightfully paralyzing
unrequited seeking to worship through mesmerism
the inspiration that sets in motion metaphysical participation
that i may find the middle ground
between wild and wreckless
indifference and conspicuous
socially accepted vestigial and auspicious
ways of living

saul williams' warrior women
seeking equilibrium in liberation
as sub atomic inter-connectivity
synergistic communication
like primrose blooming
in the evening of our delight
faltering flocks commute
disorganized and dilute
that we struggle as a consequence of influence
with parlance of metaphysical statists
that asks us this, i ask us
as if i had asked myself
to be wrong to prove a point
platitudes of the violent oppression of silence
phonoaesthetically convincing
sacred science pleasing to these ears
like thought terminating cliches

it was fate that i heard destiny calling my name
from the deeper recesses of cosmic consciousness
calling out for my sweet pariah
to deliver a message
all of the axioms
have been taken out of proportion
platos topical prescription
a solution for geometric isomer hypothesis
the octopus king hugs
serpentine rivers feed oceans that floods
ambiance, flexibility and change
that we can continue the process
the hydrological cycle redefines
the composition of anatomy
decomposing our opposing perspectives
that lend hands to companionship

some(ones) poison

Baptized in the plight of the less fortunate
confusedly the religion of the capitalist
is rationing of the plastered plasticine
to the intoxication on power
that sustains the economic empire
conquesting ratios committed by pharmacratic inquisitions
give rise to the surprise that glues the fabric of social curiosity
expanding our reach into mythology
or evolutionary giving rise to a revolution
of an egalitarian civillians decision
when we live loving wisdom

I let my arms out, embracing the stasis of
sprites and elves as low level electrical conductivity
like love holding us together this ultimate of half truths
experiencing gratitude for the freedom of emotional attitude
when i break deciphers of spiritual altitude for the few
who wish to soar whos hearts are no longer sore
that describe this experience without malicious irrelevance
for still we allow the biosynthesis of melatonin
dimethyltryptamine rapid eye movement dreaming
the structuring of physical meaning by hallucinogenic
neuro-transmitters a family antagonizes receptors
reciprocal of the fabric of our experience  

our daughters give the gifts of futures
they grow to spring the well of generation as our mothers
we owe the world to our children as did our parents
for they will inherit our beauty and poisons
trapped by circumstances far out of their deliberation
wishfully we save for retirement to pass on houses and antiques
hiding dietary choices with stains of boutiques
corrupting our creation the civil situation
while toxicating the biosphere
with out fear to the consequences
of the life that they will live
as if the material consumerism
will heal the wounds of hydrogenating
or the mechanical processing of allonin
such is the repression of the gifts from our ancestors
the procession of art, philosophy, medicine
intellectual pursuits or shared wisdom

pennies for your laughter that reverberates
here now and after the times that we can regret
unless we choose to forget or numb our synthetic sympathy
that puts on a good show  with front row capacity
with cheap rum we care for our egos stature
to nurture our minds with the management of a pasture
that shepherds the shepherds of biblical masses
anthropological floods for starting over
in vegan arks that eat chlorophyll
with a mechanism in the lining of its cells
whoms walls imprison the spirit that breaks windows
paints graffiti on the walls or falls to intensive self pity

contrasting contractions birthing our humility
sense of comradery the empathy that we use
to build a new civilization without the fundamentals of greed
without the tragic consequences of value in the monetary
aspects of materially manifesting the natural laws and  principles
that otherwise are expressing patterns of chrysanthemums
like the raise of the sun rising ionic capacity magnetically in transference
that gains gang activity to grasp at authority in misconception of self control
toiling for the ideals that patrol the circumference of spirals that fall in on themselves
like flames that flicker out by the beating of a million wings
my heart pounds as i imagine angles of the point of a pin
the needle that drops down from the veins into the brains
of our figurative offspring  who had made life decisions
while less then maturely seeking independence by rejecting authority
without the gentle and strong guiding hand of culture
baby proofing your mind until you can take those first few steps
into art, exploration and discovery...
into possible implausibility 
we breath into our orthodox 5 senses
some(ones) poison

existential epistemological  dilemma
the honest expression of not knowing
while synonymous entrapment that same old 
tireless delusion and misrepresentation
building transitory systemic memes
built on censorship and personnel opinion
psychotomimetically transfer of our consubstantiation
re-ordaining dogmatic deliberation
why not omnitopographical representation
constantly repenting
fixated in a continous moment
the whole broken unknown times
in unnamed parts each peice broken down unknown times
every monad equates infinite possiblity of divisions each piece then can be infinitely divided
1 qualifies infinite and infinite can only then be added to by a negative number
and there for is an unexpected fractalling  of subject matter
cycling around ruminating this ionic mass connection of neuroelectrical stimulation
but i become frustrated and argue against patterns of insecurities
of the masses who share the driving purpose of being important
i proceed in compulsion to waist my time not smiling
like so many others criticizing
sarcastically : is that it, do you find life that easy
when it feels as im the only one putting effort into the aspiring
to design the world into a better place
i can save face to commit to we all keep on  living
accepting we all are looking at the world through different filters
loosing sight that our separate experiences are phenomenal
because a flaky spiritual principle, wisdom first spoke by hierophants as sociopolitcal
that traces the shape of my body in the subtle static that animates my behaviour
that reshape transubstantiated by bio-metrical conversion into molecules
to reincarnate in the spherical ecology to undoubtably one day be the building blocks
of an organism who eats the rays of the sun
not a disembodied entity traveling a long path of learning to reach a palace in the sky 
our universe has been expanding and contracting we dont know if there is differentiating each time
our records of astronomy coerced with events plausible possibility of astrological ontological autonomy
romanticized sense of empowerment  because the reality is amazing but lacking the fantasy

Gifts from the Magi

liberate me and taken back to the absolute
illuminate my nature take me back from the virtuous
chart course a ladder across the constellations
bestow the great work,
sensible, necessary
beyond imitations
our limitations will be
eventual equilibrium

open ajna see through the mundane
suck it in and breath across the void
transcend my programming to disappear
take my time to witness the necessary
the rational self stands in  majestic splendor
on a hill over looking ethics constructed and meaningless
no desire, recognition this state of awareness, silent being

Applied theoretical physics of the metasubstance pt .5

If there was only one dimension and it was infinite it would not be perceivable by sensory stimuli
like a point infinitely dimensional - eternally non dimensional
an expanse, subtly nothing as substance

formless energy that swims through space
seamlessly touching our dreams

magnetized and radiates
gender births directions formulating masses
attraction and repulsion through an evolution of cyclic movement
proportions share respect balancing on gravity

descending through the light spectrum refracted into colours
slowly cooling into music we find the possibility of disharmonia
here we have essence and matter in love

transforming, brake down, repeat
feeding the growth of the ecology
life feeding life feeding life
dancing celebration of dimensions

set me in motion soaring with in this unconcious ocean
five witnessing my experience slipping over and under again
its on my flesh and in the flower through the cosmos dancing in fire
fractalling pattern golden mean up and out beauty in the seen
if hot and cold are fast and slow duality in settling substance

meme

associative programing = nostalgia
playing with memes
a remedial rhythmic reminder
derived and despondent
hopelessly attached
innocence makes questions dangerous

Closer to god, an illusion of mind
thought forms forming our persistent experience
Further from god, no lie can find
theres no distance from the source
theres no time in infinity to make the spaces
our instruments are trapped in science
impartial half truths recourse
all faces chase us through irrelevant speculation
synthesis of all the particulars stable substance
the all at a glance, in any single event
any existing operation, fundamental manifestation

similarly serving severity

Pacifists intention verging the synthetic generation
scorpions birthed by shame and apprehension
trust plunges into depths of drudgery
essence of purgatory, social situational irony
that the children play lost and lonely
virulent discernment or populist opulence
so we fill this hole with escapism
withdrawal into our selves within our cells
the cave of tunnel vision dividing our view
strengthening our convictions
through this divine providence
sensitizing sensory perception
to submit our field of view to the judgmental
acquisition of contentment

Planting in plain scenery
in which the children play lost and lonely
faces so familiar, priceless comfort
more so then silver, or swimming in the firmament
vertical through the desert
fragrance of fragmented absinthe
fracturing conformity inclusive absents

she thought it was sorcery
so on my tip toes i walk out of the shadows
to point out the orwellian swelling
that would embarrass the weapon
charging in without wisdom
false memories acquired attentive to celebrities
hero worship living in romantic ideals of fiction
disassociation by hysteria, directing potential energy
the opiates for the masses create false community
with a little voice of shame that passes
leaving the children to play lost and lonely

words of resistance embellished persistence
instant redemption in a can that constricts us
worry not your heart a traveling gypsy
this world is not always as it seems
from the bow docked in the harbor
we barter with banter with chase as laughter
landscape of our mind like a river meanders
less we find our self in an ocean
where each of us challenge to make a contribution

Stillness of mind beyond time
that no change can find
contentment unmanifest
the watcher shall rise
rise oh rise, this tide
that the love of the river may cry

trading our anger for humor
compassionate laughter
whole hearted effort
the watcher shall rise
rise oh rise, this tide
that the love of the other may surprise

roses for my enemies

We can feel it in our hearts
theres a better world to grow into
but you have to want it for the other
because we are all doing what we can to get by

I can see a better world
but your not ready
to tare down these barriers
because we are all stealing what we can to get by

A critical problem with philosophy
while the other only listens for repeatable expressions
with no intuition, creativity is forced
saying what we can understand enough to simplify

surrenders to a will when mountains collide
cataclysmic repercussions
embrace this moment observing the now
effervescent life flowing

opportunities are endless while time progresses
from the life of a star to a drop in the well
we all carry our crosses so proud of the lost of us
because we are all doing what we can to get by

believe in now that you can evolve to bring about resolve
to find out how your disposition juxtaposed perception
is nurtured delusion and associative programming
because otherwise we will continue stealing what we can to get by

whether we are pure radiant energy dancing on little strings through hyperspace
whether we are analog material binary patterns or each of us gods chosen children
change is a constant state geometric melody of growth and decay swimming through space
thats why we are all saying what we can to get by

stealing what we can to get by
doing what we can to get by
doing what we can to get by
even though everything equally exists or does not

surrenders to a will when mountains collide
cataclysmic repercussions
embrace this moment observing the now
effervescent life flowing

we are all here we are all today says nothing about when tomorrow comes our way
when we come to town we will share our love under will and you will receive forgiveness
to bring us all together our conflict will grow into maturity dissolving in compassion
influence inbetween proportions change, flow or struggle, momentous embrace

look him in the eyes, thrown away from abundant life
so you can continue fulfilling your single function
learning business instead of being a spiritually mature human
i tell you now so you can teach your children

roses for my enemies we won the war through culture one of loves extremities
let you slide further down your self created perpetuated spiral into denial
our metamorphosis will be so glorious the temple within will breath eternal fire throughout us
through great remorse we will learn to accept your recourse because you were afraid to grow

and save your self

theres no zion crossing the rivers of babalon
the economy wont feed you
politicians and the elite wont free you
and will you save your self
have we become so disconnected
domesticated parrots screaming their half truths
over the air ways under the brow
manufacturing consent for the saving of your empty lives
by multi-national corporations families who've sought domination for generations
in case you forget its like roses for my enemies
a crown of thorns, love as a weapon against fools like you
you could never breath a thought so clear
from a willful mind across the universe
in case you regress its like roses for my enemies
lift you off your feet spin you round
dissolve the ego all you identify with

and take that first leap
and save yourself
the time has come
so save yourself

Counting down from infinity
as much as it holds me down this gravity
is comforting distorted remnants
positive and negative views of every aspect
even those in dissidents
and the portrayal we reflect

we're losing the cues to timeless trials
complaining of the blisters formed over miles
synchronistic events the unfolding of our lives
playing in the wind is choosing to forgive
picking yourself back up is choosing to forget
being aware, conciously deliberate

with added responsibility or without
proclaimed dictatorship of the self
say then that we are here now
in this one and only moment
to stay a while and take off again
in between birth and death
we find the greatest gift
an adventure for you to chose your own way
it doesnt matter what anyone will say
your will to find, your will to shift
your hearts desire, your desire for breath
all that we truly need, all that you truly are

you thought it was a campaign to liberate
by one of the most enslaved nations
its manifest destiny and completely deliberate
that over sexualization is a constant playing on the stations
it is not a coincidence that the food is causing puberty at younger ages
that the common diet is poison and the medical industry wont save us
but keep us only healthy enough to go to work to push the agenda of the elite
like the cattle they think we are the majority is so medicated or fluoridated that they needn't be discrete
about their plan that started with Christianity and goes until Lucifer is rising
when pedophilia is part of marketing and all forms of entertainment are mild brainwashing
we wont find Yahweh while in the valley so ill climb Zarathustra' mountain
to find the fountain of lost youth stranded on an island in a sea of morality
by doing whats best for me i never hurt my community
though i have watched helplessly as it disseminates to disaster with addiction and gentrification
because one persons got a plan but neither can bare facing life as it is worth living
without admitting with all of the suffering there part of the problem and still giving
back to a patriotic mess that i confess is amazing if it wasn't for the breeding of distress
by a new world order that isn't possible without you to bless

The knowledge that power of change is in your heart, of the mind, and in your hand
was left behind when material resources correlate happiness
so I rode away from the kingdom of demand
with its population who conquest and conject crassness
as a doctrine of strength that is a misnomer of dominance
convoluted by a lack of identity the chauffeur of spiritual immaturity
now I sit contemplating my egos definition and the a priori
synchronistic events and existential impermanence
like Buddha baring witness to drama and rackets

i need to give up on this
allow my infrastructure to brake
so i can bloom from my chrysalis
to be amused with all you give and take
and take if no one is going to stop you
because your truth ebbs in the tides of what is true
I may be an idiot but ive seen the world in its brilliants
it will keep me on my toes
never to fall to apathetic intelligence
or believe what no one really knows

decadence

i arrived in time to connect the dots then say good bye
watching the world organize over population
without the responsibility to make a change
in all fairness i thought it was strange
that 2 billion could live in decadence like kings
while the third world suffers the consequences
for making a pact with economic hitmen that the corporation dispenses
now we are seeing the repercussions of manifesting desirous memes
success isnt a monetary measure
happiness is just one of those things
a nation that abuses law as much as spirit
because the leaders behind the scenes, in the shadows
keep you trapped in a world of dreams
intoxicated and ignorant
self prescribed to the gallows
if you want to see the truth,feed the snake, grow your wings
searching for that answer that will make it all better it is a treasure
burried beneath the sands and below the tree of life and merit
its inherent in our dna we are made this way
you need not be a postulant to a divine order
because our disorder is that we've always have been on the edge of the abyss
on our feet, reaching out for the sweetest serotonergic kiss
brought on by the mass swelling of the fabric of the universe
to a single moment that if you blink you may miss
before its named and begins to disperse
back to where we came from a quanta field composing the earth

I was the worm who poked his head out of the earth
and crawled onto the surface
to become a man empowered
outside cultural design
opening the world to my mind
and my mind to a new possibility of being
with new eyes i gaze apon the old world
stranded by time we rise to the eminence
to question the prolific nature of mass ignorance
a lack of philosophy that drives a s.u.v. in a hurry to a meaningless job
that leaves each of us senseless and distracted from our place and importance
of our will in the creative flow of evolution
we disembark into a solution while in the city of useless confusion
that mirrors our lives and attitudes of complacence for survival
with neitzschean love for our rivals an imitation of the herd bowing to their bibles
still as far as i can see is cement and man redesigning their precious god into their image of the government

as i was sticking it to the man there was a revolution that played out inside me
I was throwing up my hands and saying lets let this inner child go on believing
that human survival doesn't insinuate living like a parasite on a world that is bleeding
or crying out for a conscious city whos cruelty is evenly matched by its natural measure of beauty
some one decided likely due to issues with their parents that they ought to be better then their neighbor like tyrants glutinous on desire they with hold the truth

That equality of rights is something we are suppose to be born with
freedom, will, creativity, something we are suppose to be born with
ownership of anything but yourself something we are not meant to be born with

My Heathen Utopia

The velvet touch of adders tongue
compressed upon the wounds of summer streets
twilight and this madness, here upon the eve
striking resemblance to the nestling of the bees

sharper words then tender kiss
laughing in the tidal mist
sentient quest to orion of ancestry
all markings pointing to serious B

A dreamy depiction induced before the dusk embraces the night
a short steep of hops valerian and the fragrant essence of artemisia vulgaris
to whence the garden, oh paradise, a dream not so far from epicurus'
oh dominion weep, for we forgot responsibility of surrender and action
all a while filled our heads with useless distraction
as if shiva was the only light

The seratonin had my parasympathetic nervous system singing
A choir projecting its quivering voice through out my form
autonomously in harmony intimately imitating anonymous ecstasy
seething simplisticly a foundation that becomes a part of me

So i speak with candor oh mote it be!
the duality in everything that i see
present even as we speak
inside the illusion of the restless and the meek
theres a snake smirking knowingly with the trees
one thing with many possibilities
acting with fairness or however it shall please

cellar door

The withered hands of a man born again to die alone.
On the shadowy grounds beneath a rose cross
in the moonlight re-captured by the elements
lay curled clenching for omnipresence.

He had barely begun to exhale
when the world alight with sensual delight
becomes vibrant with the pulse of his echo.
The same world that knowingly smiles in photoluminescence.
The same fight or flight nature as he thought it was
caresses its grievances
so that it may saturate its enculturalization.

But it is not a birth right that this is a given
Nor is it innocence when stolen

More then less he watches the Right hand of justice
shaking the Left of sacrifice and forgiveness.
An articulated affirmation
spoken beneath a rose cross
on a night
well lit beneath the moon.

virgo

How doth the moon shine on your humble abode
wilst the sun permeate through your window
that i stand naked
vulnerable food for the fire
the pheonix of our struggle

Stop time and call upon the stars to write your name in the sky
we'll drink the wine of bacchus' horn and lose our inhibitions to fly
surrendering to the vast expanse without fright
we'll pay no mind to the shades in the night
or be seduced by the canter of their eye
while i manifest you a constellation for all of histories sight
that will shine forth its own light
all who will behold shall gasp and sigh
that any mans love could reach so high

under the magnolia
lavendar blooms
an ecological utopia
that rises from the ruins
of a city that once towered
from its destruction that has now flowered
grows the magnolia this noon

Aesthetic eyes

In her with this mad harmony
is a constant psychedelic picture
of the raw subject
a master piece
when gloriously nude
Why make like we run from time?

No to all who never kiss they draw metaphors as life
a sweet hug of sunshine from every girl forever
Impressionists love empty and or share me
Wish and call out a song about which i would form the universe on canvas

Will it open if the drug did us ?
or think how after you have pain
Do we soon feel joy and shimmer ?
Night side, his old friend which you did feel some tingle

I throw hands up! Best say Be
like no colorful walk by dry free
scream at the ocean
an absurd hour

3 headed serpent

I hadn't thought you were so bad
as to call you evil
disregard your cardiogenesis
its your other faces
i didn't realize were there

in the house of sleep

sauntering like death taking a life time to get to where I'm going
reveling in discrimination enthusiastically meandering
until i find my self waking up in the house of sleep tomorrow morning

Rabble echoed off distant walls
lamenting sobering illusions
beginning with potential rhythm
develops however it may

we ask you now
give us silence
drown us out
give us silence
let us think about
coming to

Beauty to reflect form around me
the light to illume right through me

statistics of society

A suffering ecstasy through pain and war
as in your face as the slamming of a door
a disgrace geniousity mistaken for lunacy
Pure bliss? found through a simple hallow commodity
what would you say if i could say more

If i said more would you listen at all
or would you write it off as another to fall
the vicariousness vesicates vexatiously as the fall becomes a leap
but the sympathy i feel is only in waking my pleasure lays in sleep
the whole society excretes is a hole to deep
what would you say if i said it all

In it all its societys hole of ecstasy pain and war
geniouses lunatics commodity's and more
sympathy lies society and there locked doors
i admit i idly watched society fall
what would you say if i said nothing at all

Rebirth

Have you watched the kundalini flow
or points interact in the space eyes see as empty

The rebirth of wheat or the potato
that grows from itself

everlasting life as it was
thought of and searched for
through relentless adventures
by scores of heroes and others
disappointed thinking life would end
with strife and struggle
addiction to the ego
inhibits seeing that which is most beautiful
the rebirth of wheat or the potato

im over hear in the dark
cant you see the sparkle in my eye
cant you hear my ferocious bark
cant you hear my bong bubbling, come get high
and for a while push aside all your troubles
let your mind sink into my bongs bubbles

a picture of fabrishae eggs
beside a house on wheels in a black and white picture of an old town
months go left, while days come right and Wednesday is in the middle today


across the door mountains in the back
clouds I've seen a million times resting over top
in the front line; a wheel against a post
outside the windows flourishes green with trees
their roots clenching on deep within the sandy earth

gentle caressing the wind in its blowing

morning star

truthful and honest
rebirth of a goddess
so zen, knowingly

spring rose
falling in a spread of peddles
cushioning in a bed of thorns

spilling wine
endeavors, your predicament
turns to poison

water thicker then blood
the victims are your children
exiled, searching for acceptance

tis i tis i
through out through out
who he is is doubt
through out he is as is i
out and down through out and around
she falls to my surprise

out and around she goes down
to meet him somewhere there
hes around but not up or down
she will not find him here

who am i, who am i
to tell the truth
to i, to i
who am i to lie
hes sitting at a place
that you passed long time ago
where fealings fall to and fro
and the pain is always at a steady grow

out and through her doubt
and somewhere passed here soul
she trips and falls to a spot
where angels will not go
she found him there to his surmise
at the spot where he was born
without hesitation she looked into his eyes
all she found was empty scorn

denie, denie
all you wish
denie, but listen to his reply

There stood truth with the devil at her side
truth talked in riddle of lie
and the side he tries to hide

said i, said i
here what i say the devil can call on him
at any time of day
sain is her disdain
to be complete is to be
to be set free

He stood up in that small crowd
spread up and all around
everywhere and nowwhere
nowhere to be found

again she lost him
For him she begun, began to search through time
in infinity she saw through limbos eyes
everything was everwhere she could see this there
even though she was nowhere she still couldnt find him here


Feal alive she did
when truth told her where he hid
alive in surprise, the reaction of a kid

taurus

Consumed enough of your brethren
that these shoes are forgiven
sentenced amongst fenced in fields
as a resource regarded as meals
ignorant to your emotional being
stubborn and patient
liberty of living
Hathor is so very angry with you

truly we cant see the natural laws of existence
template of design
re-aligning self indulgence
we really can see the natural laws of living
breathing this air
where are we really
out of 7
in a spectrum
birthing a new hierarchy

karmic sister

some have doubt
she has a veil of infinity
and i
understand the insanity
that surrounds us in an equation of
motion and decay

a challenge
of soul to
express its
love and cherish
every miracle
as its baby
doubters doubt
negative spreads negative
ceaseless in an endless fashion
until someone stands up and admits
there love for the all
including every negative element
the self has helped itself
in the mass unconscious it unwinds

theres really no other reason i met you
really is a reason why

misery chases this static
over the hills to laughter
in a coma of disaster
paraplegic courtship
glorified witches holding onto a truth
intangible to there hands and minds

the self has helped itself
in the mass unconscious it unwinds
there without time i find
my karmic sister
is a picture
a representation
aspect of a symbol in respect
to the collection of attributes
and impressions of influences

feeling separated from the pressure of your minds eye

aquarius

Faith in my irrational reasoning
caught in virgo rising
mindfull awareness
confidence in my ability
to keep credibility while
holding on to my vision of paradise
clarity of mind body and
the soul purpose
i have for this connection
of influence upon my horizons
ships sail to the aphelion
of mars to find redemption
for man and women
an impression on matter
in an infinite pattern
where factual is indetermined
and im determined
to watch it all unfold
in its regular rhythm
oblivious to the curroption
of the state
of being a possibility
the probability is the same
either way we look both ways
into the trafficking of narcotics
insanity holding onto the riegns of our mortality
our humanity the one essence of stability

faceless reflections of our greed and intolerance
the self pity of my narcissus
faceless reflections of our love and balance
the selflessness of our egotists
faceless reflections of our personal aphermations
we hold onto dearly in purportions

the gift

The shapes traced like tempo
over the staff 8 colours strewn
we'd like it all to be simple
when we could be gazing at the moon

like clouds that right out arpeggios
matter sings along
placating our denials
transubstantiating our song

What more could we ask for
when we have strings in four : four

midas touch

automated
responding to this resposibility
sence of dignity
to hold my head high
to bow to my ignorance
modesty may comfort
but less and less
confront our arrogance
impermanance
reminiscint of my quest
relevant
wether ive seen, heard
or manipulated the stagnant
if at all it is any meens to stray from the impoverish

they sit behind their computer screens
wizards of our present generations
playing toy soldiers with men and women in a sand box of our nations
They sit behind thier computer screens
As faceless as they are un-dentible
desicions made in contrast with out ever seeing consequences
This is your society
how you ran it blindly
by a bunch of numb fucks
driven by greed, surrounded
sober in their illusions
with tools for their pleasure
that was thier society and how they drove it to abandonment

Inhailed the vapours left for me
failed to care for your catastrophe
taste defeat utterly, beg for the imagenary
a blatant figment, they are totalitory
but you let them run your philosophy
straight into the sinking mud
your fallocy begins to solidify
it re-acted with your bitter self
fail safe net
you fucking wreck
beleive me i am no different
little is it that i caress
wake up paralyzed with a fealing of independing doom
does that ever haunt you

perdition

how can we sit back while people with power
play games with the minds of a hundred million slaves
if feedoms a liberty you have a right to know
or ask questions against the flow
if freedoms what you want
get rid of possessions gain
quit the game
the worlds hurt enough
beyond us
give back to the ladder
all that chatter
dont you find
running circles in your mind
cant equiate
a forgotten state
33rd degree
has begun to infiltrate
the deviation of the masses from the beautiful
remember the time
when we didnt care to ask why
life wasnt a contest
memories lit up our faces

taught love from birth
merely a part of the earth
proud to serve a part
in this ecosystem
wether it suits my needs
I will not sacrifice that for ease
Or anyone else i love who acts like a disease

One day your cancerous ways
will expose the decay
in the under belly of your subconcious
No praying will save you from yourself
and all your ignorant choices

a message to the masters
the greatest power is far more subtle
then the control of energy
far more freeing
then the fealing of leaving
and beyond the strength
of the course of natural disasters

for unlawful consent of the king

searched beyond imagination
into a well
of reasons
and half truth
lies found me answers
in the questions i ask of them

the ever present without palace
drops title and personification
for the evolution of the all
of every heirchy
redefining the constituents
making up the whole
socioelctrical ecology
of this human factor

utopian dream
with strict human functions
or a harmony
in what the kings old wishes
calls apon us
to grow in natures image

Brahman

This breath is a dream
of anachronistic multiverses
their life is a pendulum
beauty is a symptom
beauty is its honesty

This existence is the tool of an architect
constructing meaning out of energy
fealing like love is not everything
tragedy is a symptom
tragedy is its honesty

i choose the lofty
to mediate my concerns
delegate to me
what we need
to see us through this
gift of choice and
reflection

we reach for the sky
forgeting its all around us
we reach for the sky
with a nostalgia to go back home

here without you (what am i to you)

Here with out you
what am i but
a cold bed to come home to
Hearing this
when are you and i
ment to venture together

sinking while i sit alone in this room
stuck in a concept loop and a trance of boredom
if i was there i'd probaly snort that riddlen
instead of existing in a state of doom

Here without you a tear is held in the rose i drew
here without you i try to be understanding
while you were with mike not one but two
here i sit without you over reacting

Here without you (vulnerable therapy)

Here without you i sit and wonder why
All the things i want are at the wrong time
No excuse for the wrong i to you betray
so i sit here while with another youve gone away

You were so strong honest and brave
Right when i crashed a flutter from the grave
You did what you felt you had to
And i did what i could to understand love was coming from you
I needed to get it off my heart and it was wrong, now i sit all a while
while your out for coffee with a man named kyle

Oh how i want to phone you and talk
it would hurt to no youre not answering calls
So i sit here emotionally exhuasted and scared
Knowing you put on make up before you took a walk
Knowing your mother heard us through the walls
Not knowing to embrace or be prepared

Here without you vulnerable therapy is all i can do
Here without you fealing this poem all awhile
While your out for coffee with a man named kyle
Here without you i sit hoping you love me as i love you

I've seen through the eyes of a ghost
raise my glass in a toast
for this appreciation
is an exclamation
of a word so absurd
takes a moment to contemplate
this euphoric state
before i can reply
or rely on instincts
Im on the brink
of an epiphonie
affecting you and me
like a blessing spreading this disease
what comes with ease
is only natural nothing exponential
or phenomenal
geometry in motion
giving rise to a notion
or an emotion
that i cant detain or retain
it as a sence of conflict
that break waves so strict
been choking on the miniscus
of your love spilling over the edge

the surface

Ascend into the transition
while youre minds eye is elevating
measurement of the constant variable
with a little thought it becomes recognziable
less talk your causing complications

this substance beyond the iris
capturing my intention
obvious admittance
intentional ambivalence

biology

around the sihlouette we dance the night til dawn
without words eyes speak communing passion
desires hold on the arches of control

riddle that begins with a smile
so coy and obvious, rhythm of intention
never a spoken word
comedy that speaks truth in realization

to be the breath that passes through your kisses
or the luckiest limbic system and your emotions

subtle betrayal

You hide not behind a stump or shrub
Not a closet or behind a door
But in the sincerest part of your heart

You would have me believe
And i wanted to too
But i believe in you

Ive heard honesty is the best policy
Im sure youve heard it to
So i thought i could believe in you

Nights of paranoia and insanity
coming from a place deep inside me
for my lack of trust you used against me
that was just deception to

Love is not fear babe
If thats your escapade
you have decieved me through and through
when you spoke the words i love you

All i asked was that if you wanted me to invest
in return honesty, love and empathy
and treat me like you love me

Youve hid that you can do so
And i believed you with compassionate integrity
All a while your writting another man sexual poetry

I think you need to know
its out this subtle betrayal
As much as i wanted to believe you
thats how i betrayed me to

shem-hammephorash

that everything is self actualizing
god is reaching
for the god that it is in
we struggle with mounts
our quality becomes sin
when we lose sight of what counts

calls for answers

questions
harolding answers
birthing confusion
embraced buy the illusion
thought it'd save my soul
from another mans dream

graceful and flowing
bearing gifts of misfortune
seeds of your passion
now we're back to why
we ask questions
wet my lips of this
to place a foot back in

...and the pendulum swings

one early morning my determination left
hanging its head in sadist grieving
never could have thought that
courage could russel
later that evening
when weakness planted its seed
bearing impotent fruits of disidgous trees
in an illusive game to fullfill our imagination
weakness now comes from courage

dementias nonscence

youre filling in with so many frequencies
try to adjust so that it comes with ease
notes bound us to our new found
dementia
relative individualisms choice to reflect
lunacy is sanity
evolve that empathicly
born in a world that when choices grow
throws you on a path thats long and narrow
take a reciet cause yah just bought another day
to wunder again
what would happen if you could evaporate
reinstate anarchy
to that degree of the nature of beauty

changing channels
scattering animal
subconscious fragments
cosmogonies vagrant

wrote nonscence before sciences concience
justiculating the absurd
she said an oath was word
impact the length you held on to honour

horizons of aphorisms

all is mind above or below
manifesting through the polarity of gender
vibrations corresponding to its rhythm
within or without

The all is mind
manifested through the priciple of gender
interaction influence
polarity is a spectrum of vibrations
everything vibrates

maya

so real of a fealing its decieving
leaving this body for a fealing

this one indefinable

realisticly reasonable

idealisticly beautiful

symbiotic social insanity

In an ocean of lights and mind
resembling an autistic child
a mothers comforting contact
with a familiar breath
watching you grow
is to see your satisfaction
evolving symbiosis

they

A schizophrenic world
of annexers and conquistars
salutations to a flag unfirled
common ground is its beauty
dystopia its sin
whats wrong if no one knows better
whats right if theres nothing left

my fellow executioner

some how you managed to run away
left your scent in the place where you were chained
i staired at the empty space
In the hopes that you would come back again
I slept with wispers from your cage
It wasnt enough to hear you wimper
had to open the door to pet your face

I stand this body is holy grounds
This fire creates the light that burns my eyes
My fellow executioner
your fate illuminates my soul
I stand on ground soaked in templars blood

we've got a cause for you to die for
this message is eschatalogical
its time to feed our creation
martyrs of softly spoken skin
play the battle of personal freedom
to take time from the regime

while you were getting high

capitalism is wearing me thin
i guess i wasnt watching enough television
theyre passing me pills
and im watering them down
i was told they'd ease me
into a productive number of the system
what about thousands of homeless
isnt the system suppose to fit them
waisting away day by day
you cant right them all off as drug addicts or victims
lets say that they are
and theyre paying the price
to learn what is right
dont say that theyre animals
when they can rise up against this empirical
state of deflation
one world nation
abbreviated as social elimination
mindless belimics
who dont know beauty
but cars and cosmetics

its good to see that you can get this off your chest
and express every whim and opinion
but do you gag when you taste
while placing ethics with religion
while you were getting high
i was looking for some santicty
so in my defence
im blasting blasphemy
about the next world catastrophe
or whatever i can to decline this testimony
that i was making little mistakes
cause i lied about my vasectomy

Standing beneath towers of delusions

In a room to dull the sences
i cant make sence of this
your world disarms me
i allow it to infect
spreads through all of us
by word or breath

Hold me winters' hands with malice
slivers embedded just beneath the skin
of the angels mouth that feeds us
can you see whats to come
can you see this

More we strive to tower
makes me sick
emulating fantasy, eleviates your concerns
your worlds losing pillars
standing beneath towers
thought we could make a better world
makes me regret
emulating fantasy, eleviates your concerns

winters breath exhailes
my shadow lost in ego
of the human who thought
they could make a better world

at the gates of hermes thrice great

starry starry night
under sleepless skies
trace a circle with stone
10 miles from home

face the temple north
sing words unbound
that make giants cry

Face the mountains east
sing words unheard
that sirens create

making paths in the grass through the thick black mud
see my reflection in the glass of a shattered mirror
on the face of a rock
where the mountains meet the sky

face the meadows south
sing words unfound
that heal wounds

face the waters west
sing words unformed
that make oceans sigh

A trance of false impressions
that left their mark on me
so i dance the dance
and never leave
untill i question my philosophy

a voice to carry with

Three days down a long road
during winter twighlight, the release of shadows untold
while my mind strays my eyes stay fixed ahead
for looking back leads to wondering
that i'm somewhere that footprints disappear when tread
and the wind with a voice of a child tells me there is no reason for leaving

birds begin to chirp a song for me
to forget time if time is free
might as well dream of my house
or stare into the woods and watch my fears cascading
anything to ignore the wind at my blouse
still the voice of a child tells me there's no reason for leaving

the comfort of sleeping caught me that december morning
trailing after was the thought of caffeine
a sudden out burst of laughter
disarms the wind of its treason
relieving my fear of its stature
still the voice of the child tells me theres no reason

i rest for a moment as my feet feal embraced
selfishly frost shows its distate
the wind continues down the road
i fallow closely at its back while i fallow the season
the voice of a child asks me why its so cold
i reply that i was told there is no reason

spoken words

"unless"
There was an unspoken moment
A silence where i sighed in antisipated agreement
Never spoken word but a notion ive already felt
As if we already new the cards that destinies dealt

"being"
A part of a continues history
Unconcious fealings know spoken words mistery
Concentric equations determining with a future present
Living in a ripple undefined by the notion you represent

"individuals"
We are what we are i had said
She replied that's the best question i've heard yet
It wasn't on the t.v. set
nnnnnnoooooo, something i read

"we except"
seperation of the self from being cuts an imbilical cord
we look to others for what they may have to love or steal
disconnected the womb remains real
so far away walking and the connections not explored

soundless fury

go set forth
declare the validity
of the stains of your hate
how your hands wont wash clean
because you never really wanted them to

raise your glass a toast to vagrance
another name without face
isnt it easier that way
you complacent idealess

but thank you
though you may not care
show someone the way
its up to them to take it
so dont be so offended
when you get no credit

it never was between you and them or i was it
weary of the tail of a harlet
its a sacrifice lost in a mere moment

Sanctioning The Dream

you walk around with you're head in the clouds
everything touched turns to sand
a man of gold as the story is told
will confuse wealth and greead
success in happiness
for those who consume only what they need
why take pride in aiding the riches monopoly
investing in economics is giving back to slavery
eyes of the world fixed on t.v
.not all of our youth can see passed consumerism
managers of democracy making desicions
i'd rather live in true communism
taking it down one step at a time i'd like to start with you
so spread the word to open ears the voice of society can release us from our prison

sum of your personalities

Hallowed and constantly fathered by denial
saw you on a mantel piece
awoken by a book to read
wasn't enough to sell your soul away
although you don't believe
thought it was incase it's all a dream
Someone bought you sampling desire
told you when to show some standards
drew a line between your low and higher
divisions of your silent sence of ethics
suffering never was a benefit
i'd like to tell you otherwise
Who would listen to a blind man and the story of his vision
how much clearer its become since distance became distancing
and something fell away from me
that is to say, as already said
incase it is all a dream

Woven Momentum

Time made spaces with momentum
Tasteless and fruitfully flavoured
perceptive measurements manifest a system
here hides a shadows reflection

Dear truth knew she was a lie
and answered only in questions
will analyzing realities design breed mis-conceptions
an analogy we brought to trivialize in which we denie
well spent succesfully established
holds me down under waters miniscus
if not embelished it had no moment
a dream state, awake
only way for it to be
is as all of it

Interwoven momentum
fealing something you forgot
replaced with definitions

Somewhere Before

In a small town of the north
i had seen her through the trees
She was floating as she walked
amongst scattering leaves
while doves bore no resemblance to peace
must have been a scent or wisper
creeping in the wind from me
that caught her attention
adherent to the time of dusk
Embraced by earths maternity
captured in a boquet of still life
beneath a portrait of a starry night
Complaisant movement mirrored fantasy
as her hands caress the air
she sings her song
in a forgotten tongue
Benignant her message that she gave
disarm the army freedom to the slaves
be weary of the fearfull
do it anyway

epistle negligence

Today, i am an ultimate soldier of surgical precision
virtue in fortitude
Today, i am my past impressions apon me
that have all added up
Today, I am a figment of an inanamate creatures imagination
and i too imagine

The earth' veins power without corruption or neglection of conflict
warmth of inner energy spoils me in the frozen night
complicity we hold productive drives our complacence
drives us closer to the edge

my will has come back around full circle of its shadow
if its free its now bound in my arms
touched by my heart through the finger of intuition
until one day when beauty shall be forgotten
ill start again fully honest and open

in stillness without reason

how do we ask ourselves after a mellenia
shrouded in the dark of our ignorance
where is it we construed in the obtruction
we've constructed out of common sence
what is a piece of mind without an opinion

finally it speaks again

anachronistic ways and meanings
un-earthed in gnostic symmetry
brought down to evolve from all of you and i
from a finger to a flower
point or a circle
ebb and rise
substance of every miracle
where does it say that it is for you to decide
unless it is brought down to evolve from you and i

the intovert

weeping willows wisp the rhythm of a thrush hermits song
the creek rants with a thousand voices all saying the same thing
in a different way in
insects dance in a trance that could only be a ritual
i suppose as a skeptic in speculation
that when they die its not traumatic
though i shall not smite
but ponder if something feels about me the way i do
and if i bear witness to my reflection surrounding me
is that re-assurring to ease the pain
when vegetables die they re-sead and spread nutrients
they have no faith, no expectations
but the intelligence to live in their environment
as thought, creates perception, driven by purpose
in and away from ignorance