The riducule of a sound mind
burned bright
in the atmosphere
those of seeking
something higher,
beyond the mundane,
they dream of higher heights
and more sacred
runs

find creation
in the eavesdrop
and all shadows
cease

a spellbound
narrative,
in an ocean
of plenty

let us rise and live,
a person not
hypnotized
by the
clock

Serve your future self

The forgotten
winds of freedom,
they whisper as we
venture away

a gentle guide,
of forceful
silence

Intuition she whispers,
as we lose sight
of what truly
matters

a lie of the matrix,
is to volunteer your soul
for cheap survival
take this plot and
twist it,
break free
and rise higher
than the highest
cliff

fear not, those who control,
and take this code,
a fellow traveler,
a surfer of timelines

to stay alive is the game,
to stay alive is the goal,
to stay alive is life,

keep your energy attuned,
and let not
wicked forces
capture your essence

For a time
you were there,
on the other end
of transmitted
satellite
messages

for a time,
we'd share little things,
like funny things
our animals
did

for a time,
you'd consul
for a time,
you'd encourage
for a time,
you'd inspire

for a time,
you were there

and now

for a time is no longer,
though your name
remains

One side of two,
the fool takes look
on the ugly

an intricate mirage
of both galactic radiance
and deep blackness

who can stand
to summon the beautiful?
a warrior's path
to sharing life

though the one who confronts,
and climbs,
is the one who faces the densest darkness
and highest falls

perhaps the middle,
is what was always
best

Eternal familiarity
a delicate remembrance
of a simple combustion

a thousand suns,
and 9 thousand more
an ember grew
into our
story

through the depths
of emerald jungles,
to the heights
of quartz mountains

I wouldn't trade it for the galaxy,
my greatest friend,
and eternal charge,
a bound essence
more sacred
than
all the world.

even the sweetest
of fruits, memories
and happiest moments
fade into nothing

to be grateful
for the fleeting life
and to realize
that all is
loss

it is all washed away,
into an infinite and
galactic ocean
into the very fabric
that wove
creation

fall into nothingness,
as to say goodbye

the question of why attach
to something so fleeting
and why even love,
when it will all
disappear

perhaps rewarded,
in some after-life
or reacquainted
with eternal
memory

And here we are,
in this presence

an illusion
of stability
for but a brief
time