to err is human

to water is fish

Look for the feeling, not for the thing
Emotions are oceans, the other a spring
A spring will run dry, the seas always sing 
Search for the feeling you want from the thing

[ Click me~^ ]

Weed ~ Better
MDMA
That’s what acid?

~ *~ `<o>’ ~* ~

We’d better empty ’em, eh?
That’s what I said.

The grim reaper grins sleeperly
His tasks have been done for the day
The job can be hardening
The SUN is unpardoning
But someone must harvest the hay

Dreams and connections
Reverse ressurections
Imperfect endorphins unforming perfections

Deceptions
Elections in rigorous rage
Accepting the testing infesting our cages
Turning the pages
Unburning the flowers
Coursing the cost of the loss of our powerful ways

They’re Powerful Days
with powerful wonders right under the stage
It’s a Powerful Age
of sages in towers
Honestly lost in autonomous hours

First you plant
Then you feed
Then you care and share and breed
And once you’ve spread it far and deep
Then you reap
And then you eat

Reap eat. Reap eat
Reap eat. Reap eat

Sow it goes ~ a single seed

Hey!
Be seedy
Eat effigy
Ate chai, jk
Illumen Opie
Queues ‘R’ Us
Tea, you’ve E?
Double you sex
Why? Ends see

Now why?
Gnome eye ~ maybe sees
Next dime won’t chew
Play with me!

A,B,C,D… <~Need a Hint?

Life is a paradox
A mirror of confusion
Torn through the lens of inverted delusion
Born in the bends at the ends of the earth
It fatally tends to the cradle of birth

Inspired by MS

And the winds of a land that my eyes never see
Open the womb of the world unto me

And I dazzle and bliss at the bringing of this
As the ringing of stories we all tend to miss
Come singing their songs in the dawn of a Gaia
Spreading her arms like a golden messiah
Weeping now, lost in embrace

And every last atom within me shakes free
And the rattle of breath is the last thing I see
As the wind of my soul sweeps full and unknown
Through the curtainous veil of this planet I’ve grown

And I’m shown what I’m certain’s a polar eclipse
Of my solar and lunar patroller ellipses
In magnet possession, when everything flips
And my destiny falls like a stone

Crashing the skies in a comet aurora
Flash in the flush of a pheromone flora
Last is the crush in the deep of my bones
As the reign of Gomorrah is felled

Now rise of the ash like a specter of fate
Eyes in the flash of a spirit awoken
Soar with the nectar that pours out of hate
Like honey of a hive that’s been broken

You are the wind of the life that you free
You are the song in the nature that flies
You’re only as loved as you’re willing to be
Open the breath of your skies ~ *

You can Burn in the Sun at the Turn of the Blade
Or Mimic the Moon in the Cloak of Persuasion

Between all the memes of your myriad dreams
is the home of your destiny-nation

Treasure only comes from the heart of adventure
And venture only adds to the pleasure of heart

The end may endear in its endless endeavour
But nothing can startle the start

Open wide world! Unfathom your fogs!
Your crushing salt oceans and fallen dark logs!
Feed me your potions of wisdom and kingdom and chisel my wandering way

Teach me to reach for the visions that boom
To swell in my dream unafraid

The Bison of Wisdom is a hoax!

Do you not understand?

It’s daggers in cloaks!

They’re beggars in bronze !

They’re hair-triggers rigged in the glare of their Biggers

in a figure-formation of pawns!

The Bison of Wisdom is the Lies in the system!

It’s the guise of the piston that drives us to drones!

Only the Tuna of Tambourine Dreams~*
can show what it means to atone!

Just know that the sun finds its home in your heart
 And the world is reflecting your love as an art
 And even the end of your stores is the start
 Of the core of your heart in its shining~*

And the world can be testing
 And the world can be hard
 And the world can be festering, lessened and scarred
 But even when deepest, the darkness is starred *
 And the heart of the mountain's worth mining

So dance with me darling
 Dance in the dark
 May the skies shine with their faraway sparks
 May we now mine into love as an art
 In heart of the cosmic divining

How odd and grand and planned inverse
This stand allotted on the earth
Where spirit bends upon the bod
As that of God upon the birth
of all that calls the uni-verse

The oceans shall rise and fall and rise
The moon shall swim across the skies
The sun shall glide on magnet ties
Upon the cosmic tide

And all will ride its course again
To tend what wills the gods may bend
So know my friend, as worlds go by
And stars pretend across the sky
And endless depths of heavens sigh
their breath upon the wind
Know in beds of what may lie
That this is not the end

No creature burned shall not unfold
The seed to turn another old
No ocean poured upon the sky
Shall not in weeping love re-lie
No star upon its final burn
Shall not churn dust, and thus return
To which the mysteries upheld
Have downward thrust in trust our weld

And even now, in minor plays
Of all the world’s entwining ways
Shall there be end to setting days
That don’t return again

So be not mad or sad of eyes
To sundered halves and wondered whys
Of thundered paths to tender lives
That fall upon their end

Tis but a bend within a path
Round which cannot be seen
Through forest halls of falling trees
That birth to other green

Tis but an earth that turns upon
An axis born of dusk and dawn
To face again a place that’s gone to dark with different light

Oh humble dream of crumbled plots
To mirror paths of cosmonauts on magnet tide
Who pass unto the other side to twirl and spin again
In ever-stretching etching ways
Of all our long forgotten days
That can’t forget the way it stays the same as we intend

So know my friend, as worlds go by
And stars pretend across the sky
And endless depths of heavens sigh
their breath upon the wind
Know in beds of what may lie
This is not the end.

The mystical caves of crystal in Conker
 The mouth of the demon holds wide
 The physical realm is a quizzical saunter
 through whimsical triggers we hide

Swallow the water that pours of the eyes
Fall to the shadows that croon
Sing to the lord in the land of the lies
in the cream opal voice of the moon

Deep in the darkness
Steep are the the fangs
Lost to the cost of the forms that we frame
Creeping in cactals
Seeping our pores
When bright shiny fractals of crystals unstore in the ore of our youth
Florals in sauna
Aurorial fauna
The feast of ambrosia that praises the ages unpouring the shores of our truth

Lay down untelling
Your borders are swelling
You’re smelling the secrets you store
Dive in the depth of your mythical self:
The weatlh of the wages we war

~°~
Day and night
A flight of fancy
Fey unfolding rays in dancing pirouettes chanting

Standing on this gusting cliffside, trusting
Watching all the silhouettes
of paper homes in minuets along the rivers gusting
Shivers

Rain delivers pained relief
as stains pour off in painted rivers
Deltas at my feet

Standing crystal
Just a view
Landing true a guided misfall granting what I new

This cosmic sun setting soon
Letting way a mystic moon
May this day's intrinsic tune untumble into dancing

Oh may I might so soon insight
Another flight of fancy

~*~

In all that is
that pours this sizzling
egg of life that fries in grizzly
scrambles, rambling up the hills
to  free  the  yolk  of  all  that  ills
not knowing that the shell’s been
 ~ Cracked ~
There simply is no going back:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
His insides are leaking all over the wall
We can put him together like there wasn’t a scratch
But gone are the chances he’s going to hatch