Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The sun slides through my eyes.
To infiltrate my insides.

Where numbers are letters. 
And colors are shapes.

And my classroom is the outside escape.
And every person portrays an image.
A look, a cover to the book.
What lies underneath?
Underneath our depth to impress.
Underneath our impression of the depth.
Within all the feelings we don’t want to share.
And all the excuses for which to compare.
A thought to the stare.
A token to the unclear.
I want to know why it feels good to be you.
When we’ve never experienced being anything other than us.
Even the spiritually alive, wonder - maybe even more.
Explore.  The time before and the time after.
The time wrapped around our hands.
Holding or binding on the property of our land.
In bands that strand and twist around our fist.
A hand to touch, to cover in covers, 
to create a beat, and communicate.
A calling on my shoulder, 
that if you don’t look at life straight on, you’d see.
It’s just a walk on the path to infinity.
Walk many or just one its your choice.
But I’d like a surprise to shoot through my eyes.
Unconnected connectedness.
In what’s not said, and what’s not there.
And what we don’t bite the bullet and consume.
In a winter’s sigh.  And in spring’s cry.
In summer’s release and fall’s embrace.
Are you living to die and go up in the sky?
Not up in smoke to another place.
It can’t all be bad and it all can’t be good.
It can’t all be written and understood.
I want that thing that makes you an individual in a social pact.
I don’t want what portrays the act.

Friday, April 1, 2011

A sound thought
We live days apart
We speak minds regime
In a moment of life
Environments necessity adapts
As the seconds elapse
My features send a message you read
But not exactly how the story is said
My capabilities allow me no restraints
There are places that this Earth’s got set up
Set up by you.  Set up by me.
Set up to reverberate the past in the mind of the future.
A shape-shaped by change, by weather,
By whether your ready to change directions on a map
Where no roads are marked yet.
Mysterious things a creepin
And you can’t see ‘em yet
Unless they want what you’ve got
Unless the times tilt ‘em to change
The progression - a drive of insane
Check out how I’ve made it
How I coast on reality
How I catch dreams evaporating mist and transform
A days infection to my souls re-injection
The experimental swap places apart
The infusion of nature, of universal,
Organic, synthetic, transcribed and recoded
In such an instant you find
If you can shape it in your mind
You will find it in your life.