My thoughts span in morphing murmurations of flutterstruts swelling
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​soaring conceptions pouring liquid fascinations out the mysterious
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​funnel-hole tunneling through this meat pocket,
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​out to spanning swirls of starscapes spinning endless cores of creation
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​burning black holes of twisting souls through the meat sponge filters
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of meager existence

Gliding on the tiny wings of flapping thoughts, lapping waves
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of brave expansive ocean glades that trickle through in tickle notions

Massive mental pensive potions
Drip drip dripping permeations
Building up in murmurations
Morphing all the dwarfing dwells
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of meat sponge spontenations

Into grandiosing grossing gaseous cosmic cause exploding never-ending
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​mental-bending fluxion floating in impending meat cluster blending
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​with the massive master sending all the notions of the oceans
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​whose implosions sent us here

In morphing murmurations stirred upon a sky so clearly
To paint our swooping saintly grouping sights in smearing
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​flights of fleeting unimpeding feats of fascination

Silence echoes
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​expanding techno tantric blooms of northern lights

Stillness unwills constricts filling
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​bricks sealing off ghostly knowns
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​in walking tombs of mostly groans

Awareness bares galactic stares of naked
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​leaking states of seeking shareness with
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​the streaking skies of peeking eyes

Balance, in the painful strains untalons
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​grains of scratchy sand from inner gains

In the floating bubble loading subtle mutters
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​thinning outer goading bouters, spinning pins
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​and needles patching holy garments matching
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​souly drapes

In the far-off nearby scapes
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of understanding over-states
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of simple grandeur

Float away…
Never gone
In the upper echelon
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of fascination
Peeking through the shutter blinds of human minds
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​to signs of pure elation

sometimes

poets do weird things
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​with
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​word
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​lines

I don’t
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​know why?

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​I
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​think…. ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​—maybe—

they think….
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​it​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​   ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​ may be

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​<<Poetic!>>

Person/illy ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​<o> ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​think
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​(eye)

It’s——–>silly

and!

They $hould spend

Their TIME>

>[WRITING]<

A voice longs quiet calls into the nightshade

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​~Whispers on the wind

Just find a way to help the World

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​The voice softly begins

Be the one who’s watching silent

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​Loving, with a grin

Only speaking hushing tones

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​That gush up from within

The hands of time caress soft wrinkles
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​and sprinkle starshine in her hair

She’s traveled halfway cross the galaxy…
Swum the empty oceans of meaning
Reached into the heavens~~ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​She touched the sun

And as the mystic orbit pulls
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​to swing her back around
She smiles with the grace of god

…now the long fall back to earth
Back to the mother that made her
Back to the daughter of nature reborn
Back to the cradles of time

Sometimes the heart wanders away…

…there it goes, we think
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​over that hill…
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​around that corner…

There goes what could have been–
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​and maybe forever…
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Maybe forever.

When friends burst up like popcorn
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​And love is melted over
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Sprinkled with salty laughter
The heart fills

And life…
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Life rolls–
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Life crashes like a wave of gurgled fantasy
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Then gets sucked away so quickly
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Wooshed down the surf… and gone

And the next wave isn’t the same…
And the next wave is never the same.

And soon, sitting, waiting
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​The sun begins the autumn set of wavy tears~
Soon that love, those friends, that place
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​…it all just disappears

And a lone man wanders
A dark, empty beach
Hearing the froth lick the sand
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​with a hole in his heart
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​a loss on his mind
And a twisted up paper in hand

But it seemed to gush!
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​it seemed to gush…

Hush now mind
Quiet… hush

Rush away sweet memory
Just go away and leave me be
I cannot take this sunken heart
Please… oh gushing love, depart

The pain
The longing
The stain of tears
The songs we sing
The years… the years.

Sometimes the heart just wanders away
Sometimes we watch it go
And stand so stupid
Holding tears
Feeling all alone

Sunken, drunk and all alone
In the dark, alone~

Oh God~

You tenticle eyeball monster oozing moving ocean slimes
of living trickled intellect

Swirling the radioactive humbuzz of constant atomic explosion

Roaming these plains and dreams with the ghostly hauntings
of twisted possession

Monsters in the night, with the faces of children laughing

Twisting crackled minds into warped obscurities
of a world so known and shattered

Peeking out the darkness with infinite eyes
and tenticles dripping to grip

Oozing these gooey oceans of tsunami neon lighthood

Crash, crash on my mind
and seethe through the cracks of my being

Show me the cosmos we’ve never understood
The dreamworlds we’re so rarely seeing
The weird and the twisted from outside the norm
of this sterile existence plopped so blankly on our gazes

Free me from the simple treachery of ignorant boxes
Cast me stratospherical
Haunt my waning days

I wish to be a different man
The one who weaves a novel plan
The one not so enamoured~

Without the painful awkward reigning
Strains of lustful boastful staining
Crushed mistrustful showman feigning
Shameful taints we’ve hammered

Oh to be that different man!
The one to stand apart–
But there’s a whiddled whisper voice
that coos inside my heart
That says the only reason that I wish to fill this role
Is because inside I’ve all their pride
and the same unruly goal.

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