It could be the beauty
Or maybe the thrills
Or the sense of duty we share
…or the skills

Or maybe it’s our laughter
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​in all the ways we play
How even after all this time it hasn’t gone away

Or maybe it’s the growing steps we always take together
Or maybe it’s the knowing that a friend-ship sails forever

Surely there’s the strong respect
And all the love that we reflect
And all the souls that we affect
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​by being side-to-side

And it’s also candid fantasy
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​just being on this ride~*

But if I’m honest, then I’m not sure
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​why she makes me feel in love
But it’s warm and sweet, complete and pure
So if there’s one reason that it’s her
I pick: ♡~All Of The Above~♡

Lost to the wilds of the beasts of behaviour
By way the crow flies my soul is a saviour

But here in the hard-pack of trails that twist
Tween tar-dripping trees in gales of mist
Where the wails of beasts are the sirens that call
To the beggars and tyrants that live in us all

Here there lies fearful, untold incantations
Behind us are footfalls of old iterations
And nearer and nearer we draw to the black
Of a swallowing future with no turning back

Curse all these vines!
Curse these unknowns!
Curse all the signs of the seeds that we’ve sown
And curse all the times that we’ve grown into men
Only to find little boys once again

Lost in the darkness
Lost to what glows
Lost even to skies, except for the crows
That caw at what cries in the forests below
Hunted by beasts on the prowl

We used to take time to sing to the stars
Now we just look up and howl

I would like, if I may, at the end of the day
Before my posture is crooked and my hair is all gray
Before they shun all my rambles and lock me away
I’d like very much to be helpful

I know my mind’s going
And I’m losing my youth
And my thoughts are outdated and hardly that truthful…

But there’s a light in my heart every now and again
That flickers on swiftly, and I never know when
But it bursts with ideas and faith in the ride
Of this race full of faces, and it fills me with pride
For this beautiful song that we sing on the earth
Cause the thing is, I usually don’t think that it’s worth it

I usually believe that we’re lost and appalling
Like the past was the peak and these days we’re just falling
Like there isn’t a hope
Like there isn’t a rope
Like we crawl on the ground
All of us groping for a place we once found

So when this feeling comes around
And takes hold of my hard hand
I see these as the ravings of a lonely old man
And that nature’s more powerful than we’ll ever be
And in these sweet moments, I finally see
There was never a moment when we were not free
When we were not dancing and painting the views
Of a wonderful world that nature is choosing

There’s just so much beauty in all that we’ve got
Yet I focus so much on the things that are not

I’ve been wasting my time
And at the end of the day
When I harp on what’s wrong
I make it that way

So take the advice of a lonely old man…
Accept this grand gift of all that’s at hand
Let it sing in your heart with a warm, quiet smile
And make every sweet moment you have here worthwhile

Once a prophet king foresaw an ending…
To the kingdom full of life that he had wrought
The people that he charged himself defending
And even those, it seemed, that we was not

So he spent his days and nights in deep disturbance
Preparing for the darkness he had seen
He charged his peons, peasants, priests and servants
In helping halt the forecast of his dream

Soon the whispers leaked throughout the nation
Soon the people plunged into a fright
They knew there was a nearing devastation
And they hid away to shun the coming blight

And the trade routes stopped their trading
And the farms fell into dust
Every church and merchant’s purchase further fading
As the mettle of the nation turned to rust

And their gold turned into tokens
And their joy turned into shame
By the will of the people their nation was broken
And no outside force was to blame

                                         * ~ <o> ~ *

Once a prophet king foresaw an ending…
And watched his precious kingdom fall to flame
And saw within the fires of his own tending
That the dreamer and the dreamed are one the same

When in doubt– down and out
And you’ve seen all life’s a bout
When your were-ies weigh you down
And no won seems to be around

Yeah, when it feels like you’re a loan
And all your troubles over-groan
And all that madders hits ya home
And seams unsewn forever…

It’ll all come together, so don’t be a frayed
The daze and weaks will come to fade
So try to re-member when you are dis-made

The beauty in life is worth the weight

You know much more than you say…
You know where you should go
And you know what you should do

You know what’s bad for you
You know what’s hurting your friends and your family–
So stop.

You don’t need to wake up—
You already are.

You have your thumb on the pulse, perception, dilation
and every aspect of the Glasco Coma Scale of this planet

Stop acting stupid
You’re not.
Stop playing ignorant
You know.

Quit this little smily awkward ho-hum
dumb-dee-dumb playcating sensitive juvenile bullshit

Quit hurting people

Stop these circling thoughts that hurt yourself
Stop setting yourself up for falls and misery
just so you can play this innocent victim
when you aren’t.

Just be nice
AKA– not an asshole
Doubly so at yourself

You’re far more of an asshole to yourself
than everyone else in your life combined
Times FIVE
and you know it
So stop.

Stop hurting the planet
Stop killing the animals
Stop filling yourself with poisons
Every single day

Stop illing yourself
Stop killing yourself
Stop maiming yourself
Stop shaming yourself

You’re being a fucking asshole
And you don’t deserve it.

You don’t even need to try to be happy
loving, peaceful, godly, charitable, compassionate,
or any of that shit!

That’s the natural order of the universe–!
It just happens.
Stop being a dick to yourself and everyone around you
And it just happens.

This world’s a good place
It treats us really, really nicely
It’s time to be nice back

I never knew that love was wise
or open eyes
or letting go an old disguise
I never knew I wore

I never knew that love meant more
than simply caring, sharing, or
bearing all to someone who
stares with love right back at you

I never knew this sunshine tingle
waking every single atom
in my body as I fathom
rising, glowing, wafting waves
of steaming life in lofting lays
of widened worlds beyond the few
I’ve ever known
And never knew
the ways I grew were slow until
you came along in song to spill
this crash of open-minded hope
and broken laws I must’ve wrote
and potent scope of widened will
and thrill of life and heightened stillness
filling me

I never knew till there was you
the sea of life but trickled through
the holes left in my wall

I used to think that love was love~
but now I see it’s All

It seems like our dreams are crushed by our foes
Our leaders, our jobs, the world, and our woes
But look a little closer and the truth often shows
That we are the walls that we find

The doubts and the fears that vibrate our minds
The trembling bouts that rise in the spine
That cloud out the sun that just wants to shine~
Mostly, it’s simply our doing

Don’t be your villain!
Stop saying NO!
If life does the killin’ — then yeah– let it go
If somebody stands and demands they’re your foe
Sometimes you’ll need to back down

But most of the time, in most every place
You’re certain to find that this isn’t the case
In all that you try, and tremble to face
You block the way to your wealth

But today is your day to make peace with yourself
For the sake of your future and state of your health
Let the world crush you if it really wants to
But never again let your killer be you

The sun rises red, as it does every day
A lone, angry eye in a skyful of gray

Today there are birds… that’s a relief
And the wind’s making rattles of the withering leaf

But the mountains, the mountains are nearly now gone
Barely a trace past the trees
Dim silouhettes through a silk curtain drawn
Lost now, to all but the breeze

Yet still I remember a sky painted blue~!
And a bright yellow sun that used to shine through
Still I remember the crispness of air
The coolness of water ~ a headful of hair

I wish I could say that the world just went bald…
But I know in my heart it’s not true
I want to believe that we’ve come to evolve
But that proof is now nearly gone too

I don’t know why I keep this record
Like some caveman that paints on a wall
A crazy old ghost that tells of a world
They won’t be comprehending at all

How to explain the taste of clean water?
How to describe the smell of fresh air?
The knowledge of rain? The concept of pain?
The texture and pleasure of hair?

God, I miss that world so much~~~
The clouds! The stars! The moon…
How I wish that I could touch
Just taste that place I knew

But all that was… has gone to fog
Lost in a veil of doubt
We thought the world would end in fire…
 …but it’s smoke that drowned us out

 

Even as the comets fall
And even as the bringers call us…
Even as the sky should swallow
   down the earth and kill us all

Even as the world I trust
    shall spill its soul and turn to dust
I trust that it shall grin

For even as there’s stars to shine
   Those stars are here within.

I don’t think people know what happy means…

Cause they call it money and family and fame
and sunny days and rainbows
They call it clothes, cars, beauty and pride
stars and oceans, potions and wives
notions of size, all sorts of surroundings
Maybe this, likely that… it’s really quite confounding

Cause happiness is happiness
It’s not a plum or pear
It’s like saying I just need a nap
So you go and fight a bear
Certainly that would make you tired
You’ll slumber off so deep!
But now you’re dead and mauled. Oh dread!
Why didn’t you just sleep?

I like to go fast--
 I guess I'm a racist

And short form sadistic
 Makes me a sadist

A stater of diction:
 A simple dictator

And I cater to hats
 Which makes me a hater

A modest worder that's guilty of murder
With thoughtful effort that comes off as theft
Absolute sureness has made me absurder
And I've always slept in, so inept

Now I'll never claim to finding my fame
By faking the aim of my mind
But a bind made of blunders just isn't the same
As saying I go about blind

Sure I'm naive and often a nob
By the name of my jive and also my job
But a trivial clue isn't true

And the bite that you itch is a son of a bitch
But the yak in your shoe isn't you

So please understand-- it's the standard of wonder
To understate blindness and call it a blunder
Then find it was destiny's hand

For being destitute and tiny may cause us to stumble
But to fumble through hell is how we get humble
And standing your ground can be grand

So listen to the glow as it glistens
Through that damn outer debt they call doubt
Insults and derision are hurtful incisions
But visions of misery give us our missions
And fighting's what life is-- a bout.

And I don’t wanna say that my world went and whirled-ed
Or I hurled up the papers I thought were my job
and all that I worked for seemed homeless and bunk

I don’t wanna say that she’s rare as a mystic set
watercrest opal twilight autumn-dressed goddess-blessing
pressed upon my heart caressing every part she’s still undressing
Shining in my arms~*

And I don’t wanna say
That somewhere… there might be a way
To love and still be free

It seems like my doors have all been unlocked…
So why does she feel like a key?

Thinking happens quietly
Not in words and rambles
Spewing like a knotted growth of tangled vines and brambles

Forest walls of any size will always block the view
Thinking should be clear blue skies that help us see right through

But days we find we’re wandering
Through all that old growth pondering
Lost in dark and twisting paths
of branching thoughts in plots of massive
tangled knots we take in passive
nods of all we’re squandering

Yet sometimes the breeze
In the canopy trees
Makes holes in the ceiling we knew
And a pillar of light
Of clear, simple sight
Comes shining down out of the blue

And we stand in this silence
Looking up at this hole
As this beacon of light seems to shine on our soul
And it melts all the brambles away
And we see that the simplest way out of the trees
Is to follow the lightness of day

Thinking isn’t all these words
We circle in our tangled minds
It’s clearing all the growth away
So the truth can simply shine~~*

Lock all your doors!
And stock all your lockers!
Pickle those peppers and pepper impostors!

What, have you lost’er?
Don’t you know that the Waider is coming?!

Your children aren’t safe!
Throw them aside!
There are only so many places to hide!
So know where the nowhere of knowhere is no-ing
And throw your emotions inside!

Don’t wait while the Waider wades weighty and wide!
Wait out the weight of the Waider who’s wadin’ the way
of the water n’ waitin’ the weight of the wandering wade

He’s the Waider!!!
He’s waiding and he ain’t waitin’ for no one!!

So shut up and shut yourself up in shut-up little shut-ins and shut it!

It’s the freakin’ Waider you freaks of nature!

Why aren’t you free kin freakin’ out in freakin’ freak inns you frequent in freakin’ frequency you freakin’ unfreakin-out friggin’ freaks. Friggin’!

It’s BIG n’ it’s coming and I’m friggin’ freakin’ out here!!

The Waider ain’t waitin’ for wadin’ in weight
n’ the Waider ain’t waitin’ for no one!

It’s the devil in red
And he’s gone to your head
And all of your whores are being taken to bed
He don’t want you doting in duty, or dead
It’s the devil in red that’s inside you

Look on the faces of family and friends
Look on the wake of your forthcoming ends
Look beyond bends to the course of the road
And the force that you need to keep going

See that the stream has been damned up ahead
And the waters that rise are the ones that you fed
And your nature is drowning, it’s drowning instead
Of flowing it’s course undivided

A messenger came, and you pushed it away
We shone on your face with the light of the day
We’ve given you every which hope that you pray
And you’ve turned it away now instead

The chaos that drowns
The days that unbound you
The misery creeping unchained
The hate that’s as silent as all you withhold
Is the fibre of fate that you feigned

See how the fires combust in your fusion
Of atoms that roar in a cage of delusion
And soar through the skies of projected illusion
To reign down in fire and ash
To stain all untiring in veins of desiring
the gains of empire and cash

There’s a devil inside you
…and you won’t let him free
And free is the thing that we all need to be
Free of these limits, free of this pain
Free of this burden of body and brain
Free as the wind when you open the door
and it soars past your face in refrain

It isn’t the spirit inside of the walls
It’s the walls that help spirits to hold
It isn’t the curse of a rotten new day
It’s the holding of all of the old
It isn’t the horse that is too weak to carry
It’s the fact that you stacked it too high

It’s the fact that you dammed up the head of the stream
And now nothing at all can get by

Start getting holy
Piercing with holes
Let go the floodgates of all of your roles
Open your soul to the light of the day
Open the coals in your hearth made of clay
Broken are those who aren’t broken away
By the might of the constant undoing
Holding the mold of their past in the role
of a fountain that’s never renewing

There’s a devil inside you
And it’s all dressed in red
Red as the lips of the whores in your bed
that you haven’t yet led to the door

For the devil is never the way of the world:
It’s the way of the world we ignore

You look to the heavens
You look to the trees
You look to the winds on the breath of the seas

You look to the books and the crooks and the odds
To the mimes of the times and the signs of the Gods

But in all that will be, and in all that has been
If you’re looking outward, who’s looking in?

Have you stared the brink of stars that twinkle far within your bones?
Or known the tribes of dancing vibes that humble even stones?

Ever felt the airy pelt of wind that melts upon your tongue
And followed its breeze to capillary trees taken root upon your lung?

Do you know what it is to twinkle and fizz
In the tingling death of your cells?
Or break through the orders of natural borders
To find you’re an ocean of swells?

Have you ever felt God in a mind that’s gone dim
And without any proof, been certain it’s him?
Do you fear such a jarring perception?

Have you blamed all the world for the pains it unfurled
…and then found it was just your reflection?

What if the sum of all that you do
Is the hum of a song in a language you knew
In a tongue that you’ve all but forgotten
And every last word of that song still rings true
Even if all your notes have gone rotten…

We look to the books and the crooks and the odds
To the mimes of the times and the signs of the Gods in the climes of aversion and doubt
Consistently seeking the world that’s within
And constantly living without

Open your mind….

With gentle hands crack the hive
of the buzzing minds you’ve still alive
as pistol-whip swarms rip crystal grip storms
tripping blazing swerves in lazy words that always sting

And then a crazy thing…

All the bees have gone away
There’s honey in your hands
And smooth as balm upon your open palms you calmly stand.

Open your heart…

Like broken glass that glints in shattered fractals of humbling light

And as the fractures of reflection
burst in slicing shards
And all the hands that play your fate
are waiting for their cards
The broken sights of shattered lights
all glint like little stars…

And somehow there’s peace
Somehow there’s silence, and then a release
As all of the violence that’s stored in our cells
Unpours in a swelling of love that propels
Our worlds into welling in pearls of untelling wisdom.

Open your soul
Open your eyes
Open the role that you came to disguise
in the goal that you’d one day discover

What on this earth makes an old soul go wise
After lifetimes of under the cover

In the malignant corners of former lives
Where fungus festers hauntingly
And all the wisdom still survives
That led us on unanswered…

The shadow cauldron stirs in crimson
Phantoms twist in mystic form
All the cosmos comes unhidden
Spinning in a storm

Wretch and frenzy stretching empty etchings into flimsy space
Wit and wimsy skipping stencils over mental pander angles firmly uninplace

What does it mean, this mindless old banter?
What is the secret it holds?

None but the goals of the roles that direct us
Here lies the nexus of magnum complexus
Refraction impacting the light that projects us
Upon the embankment of souls that inject us
Into the mythic unanswered