the paradigm that society has
created is incomplete.
we are a piece of a puzzle far
larger than we can comprehend.
there is a way through the struggle;
there is a path to breach the walls
we have been trying to tear down.
to take a higher road to the angels we have sought.
it is within:
it is that step into the fire we
have been kindling since birth,
it is to scream yes to the spirits guiding us
oh so gently.
don't disregard your roots;
these pains you feel are just a sign of your youth.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
This chaotic collision
of spiritual vision
and ethereal fission
will drive your indecision
to dive, now
stop, drop, and tune in:
intentional acts of compassion and clarity know no knowledge.
you set the bar higher than you can see
but if you want it then you've got it,
i don't have to grasp and strive
if i allow space and time to shape my vibe
and paradox me away,
til the deja vu stains
and my chakras spill colors
all over the groundcover
of my painted palace that resembles
a memo from God's desk
which hasn't been filled in yet.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
A moon speckled in translucent blue
overhangs a tower of fire,
Casting shadows hither and thither.
"This, my son,"
bade the grisled sea captain,
But no one paid him mind.
They bustled about their drones with EFFICIENCE. One was up on the inspector table. Were gotta
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
Sometimes I get this pain in the pit of my stomach.
I feel like my father,
what of it?
I don't know if we're on the same level,
but I feel like ****
my breath is heavy and
my health weak;
I've drank too much
and I just (won't) sleep.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
Sometimes I get this pain in the pit of my stomach.
I feel like my father,
what of it?
I don't know if we're on the same level
but I feel like ****
my breath is heavy and
my health weak;
I've drank too much
and I just (won't) sleep.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
there are noises,
voices
out there that
(i dont)
think really are; deranged impressions,
truth defecting from common knowledge.
is this simply a lack of dreaming?
or is reality on the cusp of our heels?
blur
ring
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
you need to slow it down some.
you've been feeling out of whack,
a ghost in your own shoes.
where is my mind?
in my body
or in the sky,
i wanna be here.
always here.
i need to practice
presence and patience.
my disjointed and unfocused ramblings will be the death of me.
i need to pay attention.
i need to meditate.
i am always here.
now i am.
it's not always butterflies.
sometimes you gotta make your own way to flutterby.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
i was searching through
the buckets
of a lost and found
on the far side of town.
sweaty palms sifting
through ratty clothing,
a child's favorite book
stained and forgotten.
empty packs of cigarettes
on the ground
all around
me, from
people waiting for something
that they've lost and never found.
the sun peaks through
dingy windows,
grimy with the breath
of those that have lost.
is this what it's like to lose?
a box of memories
no one quite cares
enough to open up?
i will open you up.
nothing is lost forever.
one day you'll find
it,
in a box on the far side of town.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
father of mine,
where have you been?
lost in thoughts of
who (wherewhenwhyhowwho?)
where
(who) is
(are) my
(you) mind?
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC