SSeagraves
Thank you for reading.
Joypeacelove
Cheers everybody.
art is long,life is short, and success is very far off...
Still something left over from night before
technically today
and at the same time
its already morning
moontimes etc etc
late night people trying to pass the time
look the right way
act the right way
put the shoes on the right feet
dance etc etc....
navigation is key in times like these
crucial thoughts and actions
night people
speak my language...
rock and roll etc etc
cheers
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spontaneous
reporting on the words and the voices
inside her head
we lost another good one they say
all blue faced and bruised
too much too much you could say
when the needle touches the grain
life is fragile for all ages,skin,and creed...
the homeless.
they all mourned like cats in the rain
wet and miserable
still
stead fast
with ambition in stillness
the black cat had a very stoic existance
in this scene of mourning
and scents of many kinds
etc etc
the last time the moon came down this close was this time last year
when we all sat on the
one bulb lit
back porch of the old joint
and treated each other with kindness
and cheer
things that you get from your friends etc etc...
it was going to be the last time...
she said she was "going to start over brand new"
this was never the ending
ever planned for this life of lamb
the earth knew she would be back to dust as soon as she turned to ash
sooner than later...
life got away from her
the spinnning spirals of lifes patterns must have grown too deep...
the colored glass wind chimes ring in the back ground
birds singing and crying
aloud right on time with the plan
left with many thoughts of the scene
the blue lady
still laying there on her side
right behind the drug store actions all in vein
all turned up and trying to be more aware
open the door to the mind's eye and
fall into a great waking sleep
vivid
lucid
touch the soft wheat grass tips
as you run through the fields
with your
finger tips
and your wings stretched out
in all their glory
far and wide
another day like no other,
yet still the same in so many ways
as
the sunshine is approaching to cross upon your face
to give you beauty,
to grow your food,
to make your life
to light the world
the light
its all we
really need
life,
the sun and moon in motion
all perfectly in place
the science project of the gods
take another sip and relax your head son
its all too heavy anyway...
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a storm has been released on the rabid crowd
foaming at the mouth
eyes black as night
smiles wide and high
another trip to the meat grinder
jaws left open
shaking off the heat
finding your wits again and again
we all watched and have been witness to glory
we all are heroes here too in make believe
its all gonna be alright in the end
as long as you're on the side thats winning
which is a pretty big gap to say the least in my own opinion
keep your head up.
walk straight and tall.
be proud no matter where you come from...
make it happen.
take it all in with only
sometime to remember.
smile,dance, and get down...
you only have one life to fill.
be strong.
"life is short and art is long"
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the day passed by
with its usual kick in the ass
but it seems to be going into submission
the alarm system is able to be turned off
or at the least it can be turned down from 11.
sit down and take a moment to give yourself space for grace
watch your shows, see what song is playing on the radio now etc
take the dog out and watch him chase cats
that lazy dog...
get a job.
take your time and ease your spine
untie the knots all tied inside the mind
give up the tension that eats at us all
"i wish for more time to stop
and smell the roses..."
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another late night.
Late night thoughts tumble
wow, what time is it?
cant be that late....
because the sun ain't up yet.
and the morning birds aren't singing either .
wonderful sounds,
torture screams....
letting you know
you better change directions.
pinch your eyes tight.
beat the sunrise.
i did not see the famous meteor shower tonight
no shooting stars across the darknight sky around this side of town.
nothing sparkling to catch the eye.
maybe i will light a flash light or lighter....sparklers....making due.
the night is so peaceful.
its very underated
by most in my opinion.
dont get me wrong...
i love to sleep.
i love the morning just as much.
sometimes.......most the time
more often than not now-a-days.
just gotta beat those damn morning birds
before they start their morning duty
and come to swollow us whole....
howling at the moon again
the sounds all swirl and drip off the walls
the taste is amazing and everlasting
how many times have we been down this road?
do we keep turning at the same fork?
what is space?
what are are we truly at our core?
what does it mean to be human?
"am i "normal"," she asked herself over and over and over again
trapped inside this body
trapped inside this one body
we are all one body
one soul to be lost or forgotten
would you treat people differently if you knew they were just you in another body?
can we trust our mind?
can we trust our own intuitions?
so many unanswered questions fill the void of time
we drift deeper into thought as the water drips off our skin
protecting ourselves from each other
when we should be protecting ourself from ourselves
we are all one
we all dance to the same drum just with different vibrations
different vibrations
dance my friend
like no one is watching
let go of the world that you think you know so well and realize that we are just figments of our own doing.
figments of our own imaginations
thoughts
and words
make up meanings to explain what we will never understand
the energy continues to pass between us
we are all one in this world
7 degrees of separation
atoms touching atoms
atoms moving each other
if i cannot see you are you really not there?
if i cannot hear you are you really not there?
question your thoughts
question the world in which we thrive,live, and die
cast no stones at each other
for we are the stones
we are the sand
we are the ocean
we are the wind
is it to late
what dreams may come
silence
the bells toll in the distance
right on time
i hear noises in the house next door...
what are they doing in there
what could they be doing
the night grips the town with fear lately
the babies have all been tucked in tight
the marks are on the houses
marks in blood
a sacrifice
something
a miracle
false hope
faith
hope
ever
lasting
what dreams may come
a new day has come
what will you will do?
Again feeling the need to force the words onto the page.
find inspiration in the uninspired.
at times the emptiness carries the tune.
maybe its a thought from yesterday.
maybe not...
force the words.
this is needed at times to flush out the ideas that may hold great design
or carry heavy wieght to the floor.
sometimes the words overflow in your head like a flooding river.
writing is a must to get the words out of your mind.
the words are used for many things
for many writers
and also those who are lucky enough to read.
these words must escape us.
another day is on the backside.
the time changed.
we all sprang foward etc etc...
thank god for the sun.
"i am not a big fan of the cold" she said
no matter what time of the day the cars just kept passing us by.
another day is on the backside.
we can all keep pretending,
but the truth is out there for us all to grasp onto.
"i found an old pair of shoes the other day,
and god knows i needed a new pair"
she started to cough into her sleeve.
"you know you have gotten all you can out of a pair of shoes when they become nothing but the bottom of your own two feet".
simple yet wise words.
is it all worth while in the long run?
who really knows?
i had spoken with her before, a few years back.
she seems to be doing better now.
doing better at doing worse.
why do some people choose this lifestyle?
"Everything happens for a Reason" is knived into the wooden bench that we sat down on to rest.
a life without alarm clocks.
A life without meaning.
give up.
"trust in the world like the birds"
she then started to lose me for a while
as she talked and talked...
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the metal clinking sounds of roller coasters climbing in the night.
the screams of joy and imaginary fright bouncing off the breeze.
a mesh of sounds all on the same page of noise and harmony.
a middle eastern man plays off in the distance putting his spell on people,
as they walked right into a trance like state of mind.
"everyone is welcome!"
"come on in! come on in!"
a voice from the tent proclaimed loudly and with confidence.
"ComeSeeTheFreaksOfNature!" had been written on the sign right outside of the red gate.
"a true eye opening experience for the soul!," the tall hatted man shouted in repeat....
the real american dream on display.
the fields filled with light and laughter.
as the children all danced around the fire.
"this must be the place" she said.
as we walked on through a door.
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blame the music .
as it spins round in the room next door...
a constant laugh coming through the air too.
like an ocean turning, we reload.
tell me its not the pictures that you paint.
is the brain a trustworthy thing?
put all your eggs in the one basket,
and again jump off the ledge.
tell them its not the music.
it can inspire great things.
thank you for the music.
hallelujah
hallelujah
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the water falls over the end of the ledge.
fast and in great number.
giant rain drops, rushing down.
proving again that gravity is real.
the wind blows off the water.
a mist fills the mystic air.
all is well,
all is well
in this version of nature's chaos.
everything perfectly in place for the show,
if a tree falls etc
etc.
will anyone see this great picture that is painted out here in this wild?
somewhere deserving of the peace that these scenes can bring.
the green grass grows in the distance.
a perfect little piece of heaven.
another way to remember that life is real and in constant motion.
gravity pulls us all through life.
like a waterfall.
everything in perfect chaos.
all is well,
all is well.
all is well in this perfect spot in the world.
just let it all happen by itself.
the earth tilts over
we all feel this movement
as the world falls
we all decide to get along
the end is near and we all dance on
like it doesnt even matter
what color we all are
because we will all begin to count on each other
the music will continue to play on through the last night
dont tell the band
everyone better just hold on tight
and embrace the end
like its the last day of your life...
the tall man walked in the door
it was my first night on the job at the old country store
he looked around at all the bells and whistles
a flash light in one hand
he looked tired
hagered
a little weary
a slinder soul
he just stood there and looked at us
not moving
but bringing an intense mood shift
a change of minds
who is this man?
why does he hold that flash light so tight
the look on his face is unclear
atleast to me anyway
i say "well"...." come on in"
he then speaks out.......
"Can I borrow your phone?!?
My engine just blew up
just down
this old dirt road..."
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the fire in his eyes grew dark and still
the anger started flow gently
the drift of the sea is coming
light turns into night
the way the day always seems to run too long
the dreams of today may become something tomorrow
"find that place" she says to cool your head
and let it all come down softly like snow....
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The Rain
as the sky opens up to let the rain drops fall
look up and smile
taste the cold rain
bittersweet rain...
a gift like magic and faith
water just falling out of the sky
a miracle as the sky opens up and melts away
letting all its rain drops just fall away like velvet.
thank you lord for today
again i come to you for peace
again i come to you for strength
again i come to you for grace
thank you lord for today
thank you again for all the blessings that you have given me
the blessings that are obvious and those that are hard to understand
for you know our path
i trust fully in your power and meaning
thank you lord for life
i ask that you continue to walk with me
until the day we all will meet again
those loved and lost
those we yurn for
those we never knew correctly
and those that never left our side
Be with the world lord
we all need you
be with those who don't seem to know they do
thank you.
amen
Falling and falling and falling again
slam
packed into the sand
comfy
at home
"i feel right inside my psychosis"
true words forsure
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dance to the illusions inside your head
like nobody is watching fall again
another notch in the belt
travel
home
bittersweet taste at the back of my throat
cough
the line is being drawn for you to enjoy in the sands of time
falling down the rabbit hole further away from this
space and time
rabid dog
full state of delusion
conclude
lift your head so you can drop it again
fall
boom
the fireworks in the foreground cloud my eyes
with sparks and notes of grand wonder
the words fall out of my brain
dripping faucet
drip
drip
drip
bleed
let it bleed
fall again back to sleep the man said over and over to himself
the dream iside the dream
awake
and see the world my friend
with the right eyes
with the right hand
with the right hearts
open and ready for giving
love
love
love
the wind blows outside with a moan
and burst like light from the moon
are you listening?
open your eyes...
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