Guilt calcifies
your
Pineal Gland

Innocence
burns as fire
which my fuzzy mind
must protect

lucidity in error
as time commences
forth

memory and guilt
with each ****
I've felt
shaking to my core
with violent
syllables

To reflect on error
prevents growth,
and a direction
away from growth
is a straight shot
towards
death

enlighten me,
oh spirit
with your clarity
and white fire

snow globe equations
of delicate texture,
smoky white
epiphanies
give pressure
to this delicate
barrier  

shattered into dust
an entity released
upon nature's
stage

born from nothing,
something has become

free myself,
poetry is free
one thing in life
without boundaries

visions of birds
in colors
of elementary
parachute
spectrum

time and all its
perceived
variables
evaporate
into man-made
memory

a resurrection  
and revival
of nature's
ancient
beauty

delicate reminders
that feel as if
our world
had ended,

delicate,
is nature's
resurgence
and violent
the death
of an ego

cross playing melodies  
of midnight flare
and moonlight peace
visions of infinity
exist in a millisecond

a yin and yang
two extremes
of the same pole

flip the rotate
and peer through
eternity

She took me too close
to mother nature's
flowery face
a place
of constant
birth
and
death

.

.

reflections of self,
nature is I
and I nature
at my humblest
roots

trickling soliloquy's
of a thousand suns
melting forth from the
great abyss
of distant
oblivion