It slips away
All those certainties, finger-locked in knowing
All those glowing comraderies and like-a-bicycle skills
All those thrills that seem so constant
The games that we play
It all just slips away
One day awoken to this broken set of memories
Of all the things we used to be
All the things we learned to free
After all the years we tried
And still they died
They died, they died

Watch this ride of roller coasting
Coast right off the track
Just for that final thrill of boasting
Never turning back

Sure, sure
 The pond is bare
 And so the moonlit eye is there

But also is there flowing love
 Of rivercreeks that push and shove
 To pour through rocky grinds

And also is there coldness splashed
 Often in a wicked crash
 To wake up sleepy minds

And also are there seas and seas
 Of cognizant infinities
 That we may ride upon the breeze
 Of conciousness expanding

And then there are the waterfalls
 Where majesty inspires

And then there are the hidden holes
 Wherefore the soul retires

And then there are the cleansing rains
 That wash away the lifelong pains
 As faces stream redemption

 And as the torrents soak our bones
 We crush with new intention

And also are there silent times
 Of floating in those weightless climes
 While waves above are storming

And mystic pockets spout in springs
 Of steamy ever-warming

And even on this stolid earth
 Where all we know can seem so solid
 What we find when looked within
 Is we're more it than anything

Oh water flowing all we know
 That brings the seed of life to grow
 Unfolding newness every go
 Evolving ever on

Such ever-changing tides unroll
 But the water's never gone

Cheer up there bugaboo
Life is twinkling at you ~*~
Let it fill and flow right through
Let it spill you glowing

May the moon be on your face
And may the stars be in your gaze
And may your mind be silent space
Where God may cuddle in

If there’s tears, then let them flow
And if there’s fears, then let them go
All you really need to know
Is life is on your side

And if you let your spirit grow
There’ll be nothing left to hide

She doesn’t even know how far ahead she is…

She looks around with steady eyes
at the younger~ The vibes, the tries and the hunger
that drives them to hunker these mountains that boom
Thriving for conquest and largeness and room

Taking on monsters they’ve hardly yet heard
Barring blind courage to conquer and stir
the stews that we oft go and throw up in chunks
Stars in our eyeballs
Balls in our junk

And the pain and the rampage and the carnage we tear
out from the courage-held chests that we bare
Till our hearts are in shredded little parts at our feet
And we curse at a world so immersed in deceit

And never again will we walk with such spines
Stuck like a pole upon heaven’s designs
Never again will we fall prey to the light
That burns with such life that we lose all in sight

Our paths become tip-toes
Our worlds become dim
Stuck with the burs of the worries within
Of the failure at hand
Of the pressure at head
The traps where we stand
And the measures we dread

And so starts the long walk of adulthood’s clime
Onward uphill, and backward in time
To find… oh to find… that soul-shining place
When the whole of our life was a kitten we chase
Was a magic we hold, was a smitten-drawn lover
Beholding our dawn like there wasn’t another

And all that went on, and all that would be
Was only as far as our blue eyes could see

And, like the whisper of sunglight
Like the first star to shine
It beckons us forth to the north of our climb

A curious sign
That subtlest hint
That fixes our mind on that whispering glint

And up now we tip-toe
Forward we crawl
To yonder stood mountain to behold it all

And there’s dangers, we’ve learned
There’s strangers with knives
Demons that burn
And gods that take lives

~*~ Years.

It’s years
It’s decades…
It’s youth ~

The price that we pay just to purchase the proof
That the truth of the world was always the same~
The stalls and the walls and the falls and the pain

Till we wake on a day
We peak on the sky
We gaze with the eyes of a life that’s gone by
At the rise, at the rise of a soul in the skies
At the size of a wholeness we knew
At the proof of the truth that our youth wasn’t lies
And we haven’t a guess what to do…

Was it the journey? Was it the tears?
Or was it the whish of the passing of years?

Or is it that once you catch an imp by the ears
That he heaps in a breath, and his form dissapears?

…cause suddenly a change
One so very strange…
So soon can a change come to pass

Where the mountain’s a cell at the end of the world
And we’re only watching through glass

And the people that pass
Their youth and their vigour
Striving in strides just to make their worlds bigger
Riding these rides of the blind and enthralled…
So suddenly it seems as if they have it all~!

So lost do we come in the wonders of others
And forget of the place where we fit

So costly the tab of the mindfuls we suffer
Forgetting that where we are’s it!

This is the garden!
This is the tree!
This is the mount where we wanted to be~!

This is the light that once shone in our eyes
The sight of the sun that’s beneath the disguise

This is the rise!
THIS is the vigour!
This was your cries when you made yourself bigger!
THIS is the trigger you wanted to pull!
You shot for the moon, and this is the goal!

You have all the tools! You’ve lost all the fears!
You’ve learned of the world in your shedding of years
You’ve steered to the edge of the earth and you peer
At the vastness of space where it all dissappears

You are the form that we came here to live
And all that it took, is all you can give

Be peaceful, and happy
The riot is done

She doesn’t even know~
She’s already won

We make the keys
That unlock doors
That open paths
Through ocean shores
That lap with the motions
That push us to soar
Through the core of our dreams
And the goals of our deepest
Desires we scream
When we’re at our weakest

Then we roam around sadly
Blown on the breeze
Forgetting in madness
That we make the keys

We make the keys
When we dream up the dreams
That lap on the shores
Of infinity’s gleams
That make up the doors
That we need to walk through
To unlock the goals
That we want to pursue

So brings me here
That rings this gong
Of something’s near
…it won’t be long

So swells the throat
And tells the gut
To fell what wrote
the lingered but…

Oh strange days of misery
Of building lives so wandered
To topple high the pile I
Endeavour not to ponder

Oh strange ways of walking life
The stumble forth, the dragging
What feat could saunter down this path
To stop the rest from lagging?

Screams of past come pouring through
And all my world has but to do
Is let it go its pent-up stew
And not to call it down

But round and round the weathers go
And lost and found and lost the knowing
And up and down and up we throw
The ball we think we’re throwing

No answer here have I to bear
No wisdom for to fix
Just the saddened will to share
The madman I have mixed

Under nectarine sky
with cottonberry clouds
Dripping the winds shuttereye

The bumblebee crowds
are flipping the gold
To please pollenational grounds

The wisdom of old
The kingdom of youth
The strength of the bold and enamoured
Flush out in singing
the songs we once stammered
To ring in the tremors of truth

Oh world, oh world of washing on by
Wiping the slate ever clean
I can’t keep on bumbling the flowerpot sky
All I can do is to dream

It’s a lotta bit strange
And a little unnerving
That I can’t make a change
cause I feel undeserving

I want it so badly
And shoot for it madly
So why am I sadly still holding it down
With all of these thinkings now brinking
on sinking and drowning the founding
that calls me around…

Mind blown~
Flown high shown
Binded lines grinding our times grown wider

Finding desire to be blinding the choir
that sings of the higher things I can acquire

It brings me a whereness
A place I could care less
of all of the bareness I usually hide
Caressing this ocean and swelling with tide

Now rush out in waters that gush down the stones
that crush all our hopes in the weight of unknowns

My perfunctious states of rambunctiousness lately
Entail begailings that puncture me greatly
In stately redundancies of stated restatements
Instating that station be stateside detainments

Oh squalor!… you taller than frolicking prudents
Quack out your ducklings of bollocksing rudiments
Your gooberance is too sticky to add-hear what you say
And your intolerance cavorts in the sorts we dismay~

Impetulant strumpets of this Brave New World!
Squirrel away nuts in these guts you unfurled
Swirled by the wadders of inevitable sprouting
And lost in the totters of undoubtable doubting

Such heaven droppin'
In all these dreams lofting soft and often
Never stoppin' all that seems to crop in
Open poppin' poppy hoppin'

An opiumbrella bloomin' atop
A sky boomin' wide in a world never stoppin'
Reign down in droplets of heaven that stain
All of the windows still dropping with pane

A plush nectarian culture blooming
luscious plucking juice bombs flushing
blushy cheek rushes gushing
rosy misting nose fluster
leading brain leaking river stains seeking
quiver-breathing gusts huffing lung muster
lusting shiver rushes busting open

This mind flower blooming power blinding sour signs
shining coursing lines of spine spores pouring over
swollen gland stolen juicy land shores, storing

Fields of fields of lushing bouquets
Crushing the oakenbough broken down days