new exoskeleton foundation
roots sapping at nutrients
branch extension breaches dimensions
castle in the clouds
cities in f l i g h t
animals contain qualities of our most natural state, we connect with and envy their honest existence. seeing in them an essence of ourselves. connect and grow onward.
restate my assumptions
i am a billion particles of dust
compiled into consciousness
set apart, in sync
circling realms between reality and dreams
feelings on the breeze
amongst the branches in the seams
thoughts from the deep blue ( 2009 )
the frequency has drawn out all i can see
while these clocks lie still against rays of light.
roads like veins, blood flowing, the blood of this town, of this world.
brains, trains, places, things.
sea of thought, stage of light. on a film strip for all to see,
for all to know.
we all need color, we all need life.
what is real to mean is more important than what is thought to be true.
with all the cameras in the sky, God must be w a t c h i n g.
there’s so much to love and so much to learn
and we’re not just waiting for our turn.
you’ve got to WANT it.
listen to the river, let it all in, let it all o u t.
SHINE your light back at the light of life.
spin your colorful web.
wear whatever your skin tells you to.
for that is truth, essence of soul
and it’s on your sleeves, inside that head
and EVERYWHERE around us.
now’s the only time i know
wake up lucid, stardust cloud emanates
a million dusty nows compiled
creaking of floor and creak of soul
stretch on… stretch on…
bright eyes scanning in an early dawn
of dirt and branches
of heart and spirit
eternal dance looms on horizon
just be…and all else will come…
sit and contemplate frequencies and chemical reaction brilliance
the dance of golden eternity
singing, burning, up up up, into atmosphere and beyond
stop…wonder into holy dusk star scarred abyss
brink of nirvana
attempts at cohesion
complete loss of that control
it all flows according to the great magnet now
holy holy consecrated destiny
at hand and at your demands
men with collapsable lungs, breathing dust… drinks in sorrow, tip of tongue satisfaction prone to react, soon we’ll see the time, our time, wasted as we begin again at the bottom, the race is never won, and i watch the struggle of soul, i hear the creak of being,gray dawn eyes, wakes and cries wondering, empty yearning grasps at air where handles should grip but they evaporate…
the problem may be..
no one is alone anymore, we all seek something illusory inbetween lines, inbetween time spent poorly on borrowed wages, SLAVE FREEDOM. watch the waltz unfold, one two, one two, gutter merchants pick up the waste… feed off the downfall AND the disease but it does seem easier this way…
will they ever see?
begin to be NOW! or you shall forever hold your peace, fading away into foggy mazes…
SOCIETY AND TIME ARE CANCEROUS
i hold my place between reality and truth, to bear witness, to be naked, raw and honest. i scribble away in corners, eyes wide on a generation holding keys to doors escaping into surreality. i belong in shadows, of trees, of mountains, of bongo drum revelations in smoky mist.
from artificial beginning to earth bound ending, i am a billion particles of dust compiled into consciousness. i walk the path of time embedded in rings of trunk regrowth, to reclaim my place and recreated reality templates circumnavigating realms of ancient essence.
to be or not to be…to spill pillaging catastrophe into makeshift wakening.i’ll hold my place here among the shadows unseen until ready.
i circumspect the realms of divergent living, boiled down to tree born nerve ending collapse into brain excitement overload. i’m the river, i need to flow and can’t stand to hold myself back and reverse dreamland scheming imagined tracts. deviance claimed necessary and honor to the extraordinary, perception reaching clouds and cosmic interpretation patience circling the basics.
i think, therefore i am, entrenched in embedded brilliance in soul amplification touching adjacent spaces of being, seeing isn’t always believing i am certain of this although my human complex complicates the meanings. just let it go…
seams embedded in memory and soul alike
i can hear destiny calling on the wind
cool breeze offers scent
of pine and dirt
of existence l o o m i n g
permeated vessel now
hungry to connect
moss body growing…
composite dust and light
dance in early morning wake
we are all mounds of particles
shedding energy into eternity
burning up and regenerating
faster than imaginable
not much time left now…
jellyfish flower mold migrating towards sun,
blooms into luminescent web ,
sprouting towards heaven!
muscle fibers bound by jello flesh,
vibrates inside magic sphere, anti-gravity!
surface, sink, surface…
flash of energy excitement!
oh little flowers floating,
your roots dangling in the dismal black waters.
grow and glow my precious beings, grow and g l o w.
freeway brain gives way to migratory thoughts which wander off into purple eternity. typed pages embedded in a golden symphony of light. i’ve seen the knobs and buttons which control the vessel we surmise, naked and alone i have witnessed the light. although… at times still resting out of sight, i see, i convey whatever beckons to emerge into violent spurt of digits and syllables spilling into the night.
my goal is to turn reality inside out, to find truth, to be a human, to be a fool, to be in love, to radiate beauty, to confuse, to inspire wonder, to see everything, to make things, to exist.
notions to create, to be made tangible, reflections rippling, slipping on and on, carry soul on until it won’t go no more. create to be crooked, create to be straight, see it how it is and read into the signs determining your presence. where do you want to go… holy golden drone? speak up now, speak forth into wiry discourse, let chaos bloom, flourish, and flutter…
never hate, never offer unkind words, never stop moving, never stop writing, never stop reading, never stop asking, never stop creating, never stop talking, never stop listening, never stop discovering.
always keep moving, always stay positive, always be free & comfortable.
all is found through means of deviation and moderation of said deviation. ground to be felt and shifts to be made growth dispersing through the tides of age. BECOMING! BECOMING! BECOMING! look in far enough and dissociate the times which shaped unknowingly who you are and let the wind recreate you to the tune of your heart and begin to BRANCH OUT as you SHOULD! a body rightfully nourished will grow as it needs to grow, it’s ALWAYS known and our second hand perceptions are the only thing holding us back! rejuvenate in revelation of honest soul interpretation of ESSENCE and BEING. and don’t worry, don’t ever think that we can’t return to nature! or that it is far to late to change, once you have realized the need to shift all else will speak to you through the heart and the heart doesn’t deceive!
ignite into golden destiny of soul !
RADIATE AND RESONATE THE PURE SOUL OF THE WORLD!
Man has been plagued and blessed with the possibility of free and endless thought. Plagued by the possibility of negative consciousness, but in the big picture the positive aspects can overcome anything. And although it is inevitable to completely stray from the negative you must understand that the good will always outweigh on the scale. More and more if you can stay down the path of positivity and you are conscious of this concept, the rewards are INFINITE.
sometimes i get the idea that my interactions in social environments tend to bring about unwanted or uncomfortable topics of existential nature. i say unwanted because it usually occurs that individuals i speak with don’t like to think so deeply on levels of psychoanalysis of why we are how we are or why we aren’t being all we can be and why we are so dormant and distracted. most people i believe consider me “unfun” in their idea of hanging out, so why invite me around?? we all tend to want to forget the perils of the unexplainable. i really do have good intentions and want everyone to be full of joy and understanding but i do suppose i could come off harsh or appear to have “unrealistic” expectations of perfection in other souls, as if i were even close to perfection to begin with! so, much of my time ends up spent in solitary
( ( ( (( which i am fine with and steep in lovingly ! )) ) ) )
but there are times i really miss people…and recently it seems a bit hopeless to even get good souls who are pro active, in community or even creative hangout sessions! i guess i expect more out of people than i should, letting go of control is my current endeavor, it’s been fruitful and going well i must say.
WHY CAN’T WE ALL HANGOUT AND BE AMAZING TOGETHER GOD DAMNIT!! LET’S TALK AND GROW AND LAUGH AND BE BASHFUL NAKED SOULS!!!!
WHEN WILL WE ALL BE HOLY?!