Tuesday, July 12, 2011

A slope on the inters cope
The helix shaped pattern
On the rings of Saturn
Floats before my face
Only an imagination
The rotation of a memory thought to be
The reality perceived differently
The actuality of morality and fatality
The next to, in front, eye’s view
Experience repeat, relapse, reestablish the past
The overcast, humid, capture
That the storm is coming after
The wonder how the hours unshift the weather
Whether to stay in or go out -
whether you even ought to sit and ponder anything
Other than straightforward and sideways
On the highways and byways
Hello’s and good days and goodbyes
Ok’s and agreements
Flying straight over the ground
Sparks ignite the sound
The wind and the animals call
They feel the feeling of small
Of the tall immense Earth
The surge, the birth
The inside, around, abounds
The inkblot’s next flip
The original sensation
The erased perception
The dream-weaver’s netting’s
Got my soul sending me
In control and out of it
I stay to runaway
In search of the next search
In stray with tomorrow’s hearsay
Today melts away
Thoughts think to stay.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Been interpreting the days in terms of gray
Cause I’m living them today
Been feeling my muscles bend
Where they send my body in motion
Been operating at the highest speeds
Slow motion is no option
Sending letters forward to the future
Ebb contradicting the flow
Balance on the movement
Unwinding I’m finding
Mind’s not dividing
Compartmentalizing and sizing
The feelings that are most surprising
There gaining, melting in memory
Why I think of how light bends
Round a circle
Why a light bulb leaves
Leftover images on the past
They last
Retrace and relapse
So what do you think in the moment - its passed
Been spinning a web full of flowers
Its growing on what I give it
What it soaks into its coat
Been saving the nectar
Gonna spread it out with good measure
Gonna make your day better
Let my heart grow ♥
Walking round a neighborhood
The new and old understood
The mechanisms set on display
To say - we live this way
We apply to societal survival
The social display.  I’m here.  I say.
This is what’s contributing to life today.
This is the renew.  This is the circle of time.
This is the years been lived before
Colliding with a today’s mind alive for more
The thoughts run endless and true
Some move on the tilt I run to stay alive
Some I’ve found move me backwards
I sway away.  I stay on a path my wantings attach
My freedoms set on fire and spreads where the winds blows
Gaze at the only places my body cannot go.
The before and after.
I’ll have to send for a messenger instead.
I can’t be both at once
There’s only one of me to entrust that my mind 
Lives the sort of things it must.
Presently is the moment your makin.
Creating a better for you to reawaken
But your aching.
And your souls bakin’
Its hot to the touch.
It runs my energy level on the importance I find
It guides my immediate outlook
It controls the vibe I send when I say hi and my questions why
The earth controls me
On a cycle we spin
In the rhythm we’re in
We send a freshness to the future
I’ve got intent inside
I’ve got the time ticking
I’ve added the numbers
I’ve written the days
They’ve all just gone away
I’m experiencing a changing day
It’s a conversation with nature I’m learning to take
I’m practicing motion and moments in flight
I’m amounting the excitement its spinning a web
A suns explosion
Goodbye hello
Good night good day
Oh I’m watching
And not waiting
The beauty is before me and its clear
It’s the sun splintering through the air
The iris of my eye knows how to spy
Where wondering still is won
Thoughts rattle, quiver, and shake
And spit into my mind
Environmental adjustment
Lines connected and patterns displayed
Getting bigger, symmetrical reflections
Ripples on the surface
I’m on the earth and I’m in search
Seein who I’m bein.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

     Death and still being alive.
The apple drops, to stop.  Into the timeslot -
Of getting old and starting to rot.
     When a neighbor appears, and stares -
At what’s not forgotten when it dies.
Birds eat what’s on the ground.
And travel into the skies.
    Spurts of time collaborate on my mind.
Because you can’t subtract the act.
And you can’t reunite the pact.
Life isn’t about being exact.
     It’s about blending in when you need to survive.
And standing out on the inside.
And this time I’m gonna walk down the path that’s lit.
I’ll leave the shadows for another’s sorrows.
And round the corner on my life, unborrowed.
     There ain’t no race to fill up empty space -
When you always take it all in.
Every grin.  Every mixed up serpent spin.  
Every choke.  From every bloke, who’s forgotten my face.
     And I’ll keep my bad habits.  
And I’ll recognize the good ones in others.
I’ll push when I want to push.  Shove when I want to shove.
Show love, if it sprouts and buds.
     I live because I want to live.  We are all the same like that.
You died so long ago.  But I still remember what you loved; me.