I guess that I’m back at the start
She broke my heart
Opened me up
Tore me apart
Poisoned my cup
Oh, what an art
We met in the middle
And little by little
We’re found at the ends
No matter the fact that we started as friends
Something still tore us apart
I guess that we’re back at the start
Sync deeper
Blink sleeping
Creep steeper
Think feeling
Seep in heaps of drinking reapings
Winking weepings in your peepers
Tinker deeper
Link your sinking
To the steeper brinks you’re drinking
Shrinking into leaping creepers
Synching deeper
Beeping drips
of dreaming dips, seeming
tipsy
pardon
dripsy
farthen downward
Garden growing upward knowing
Chardonnay
~rising bubbles, kay?
Erven lowing
Furthen going onning
Yawning goners fawning steeper~
Sync in deeper
Drawn onward
Pulled by goneward knowing glows
Of yonder goes
Don’t ponder those
Wander wayward
Downward slowing
Silent soundered
Flying by the pounding frowns of dying cries
Into rising
Shores comprising prizing calm
Clever on-word
Ever-heaping
Never sleeping
For the keeper
~>Sync deeper
Ripping cloud dusty down a lonesome gravel road
Virgin light reaching through the whispering pine
Sky new vast and stretching
Vistas sprawling large and calling
Autumn’s call is falling
Indian paintbrush colour the sides
Pallettes drop octaves below
Musical chords of trees going by
And nobody else to know
What a curious and complex puzzlebox…
However to cleverly sever the locks?
Unriddle the middle of meddling muddles
Break free of the caking of coddling cuddles
Unpity in pious implosions unpacking
The deeper down presence and essence that’s lacking
Focus the hocussing pocussing mind
On doorways and storings and soarings to find
Clear out the fear-ridden, stress-laden stations
That block out the body from chockful vibrations
Deduct the distractions
Adding the actions
That equal equanimous soul satisfactions
Lessen impactions of the world at its worst
By building the best parts inside of you first ~
The magic, the mystery, the profundance of history
Of humans unlocking the riddles of misery
To pass through the bastion of Man’s mystic source
Slowly unblocking the infinite force
That’s outside the boxes, but found in the cores
A poet
A know-it-all
A throw it all away
For the chance of a dance in the falling array of a meteor sky
That paints all the world in a phosphorous high
Of burning the charcoals of human becames
To light in the fires of meteor rains
Into the wild…
Into the smiled upon mystic unknown–
Down long tethered roads where
the muskeg is grown with whispering trees
Telling their tales to the wandering breeze
Where mist lingers down to veil the eyes
of the distance one goes in the frail disguise
their humanity grows~
Show me your lostness
Show me your strife
And I’ll show you the cost of a borrowing life
I’ll show you tomorrow unveiled today
In the christening myst of a whispering way
Whisper-dancing petal blooms prancing
precious metals trance sing-songs past me
Gleaming Goddess reaching seemingly through the oddest
and dreamingly glistening modesty
Quietly listening the pitter-pat whispering
moondropping mystery fluttering by
Flipping the windslides, dripping in high tides
and slipping the fires of rye
Remember life?
Remember that sweet tug of spontaneity at the sleeve of repetition?
Remember having no idea what’s going to come, and being surprised every time?
Remember that magic that leaks out in vibrant colours of undefined notions that sparkle gooey observation?
Remember life?
Remember love at the sight of every human who might wander lost and found into our own meandering reality?
Remember eye sparkles and lip tugs dancing this mystery of crossing paths in the blind forest of elven trees?
Remember that moment, photo locked in fragrant sensations ripping a perfumed paint glob out of memory?
Remember purpose pouring thick from nothing?
Remember meaning squeezed out of pure imagination?
Remember defining for ourselves the laws and logicless notions that churn the inner workings of this gorgeous machine?
Remember life?
Remember knowing that it was about us, and not some formulaic pattern of fitting in?
Remember looking at a blue sky and a yellow sun and thinking, that’s all I’ll need today…
Remember living?
Remember deciding what it is that meant?
Remember life?
I get this sense it still remembers us…
Kick it split second wicked
Weapon direct it
Stick it spinning
Shitface grinning sectioned winning smile undialing
Call off the smalltalk
Half-stock of smokin’ barrel
Chockful of awful cocky rofls
Sidesteppin’ left in
Just to fight right out
Keep in sight the leapin’ nightmonk
Fluorish, hunker under
Sparrin’ session far as lessons
Star in freshened wonder