How long has your song sang singing?
Singing out as a cacophony of molecules, breathing
Swirling in an atmosphere that bakes and quakes with shaking
Below your bello's echo- a ringing
Harmonizing and mining, mixing and grinding
Ringing, into an order, l, below bloods echo, below the shaking, oh the quaking, baking atmosphere in a swirling, breathing,
cacophony of molecules
singing
Being
You have sang your song how long?

You were there on the beach
Across vast oceans of time we reach
Sharing in a view of now
Our eyes reflect what's not around
Ten to tend within the field
Trends deepen with each reveal
Our eyes align then lines break down
Our eyes reflect what's not around
You in your chair
Me in this ground

You see a sea that is dead, but underneath
The depths of the ground in which we are buried
The heights of the sky in which we dream
You are the light that surrounds me, reflecting

You lay to rest all the peace, but underneath
Lightning and Thunder rage deep
The rain falls to the gound and a residue builds slowly
washing away the seacastly foundation of our being

Passover the dead as they were nothing
Lean on the understanding in your wanting
Not seeing that all is yours already
The key is in your hand the answer is in your heart

I usually write when it's raining
When it's raining I'm usually right
Wrote my heart on my sleeve while complaining
When and why weave the unknown archane art
Without measure of meaning or pleasure
Above and beyond anything we thought
Outside of the encircled we're drawing
With all wonder as is fervantly caught
Bringing forward a motion of knowing
Beyond knowing mercy as serverity's stair
Reunification of all being
Exhalation from and into the aer

A lock,a bristle,  a binding so narrow
An intention, drawn back, then  like the arrow
Enthroned in the mind like the sister of three
Share the libation before the tomb of Iphinoe

to the world of men
i am not yet accustom'd,
the sun was gone:
but i was calm. but if indeed i have lost my face then i will wond round faceless
with ourselves alone;
with ourselves cleave to bone
the fatty flesh of gelatin
is ours to bemoan.
tell them that no others rride to night as the aum comes ssuddenly
i will hide inside
to taste the flame

two paths
diverge in the woods
shadow and light are misunderstood
judgement is cast
ashes and soot
cover the ground the fire afoot

(but)
you
see with your eyes
(and)
you
chase after the heights
(but)
you
never realize
what youre missing
weighed down youre sinking
overthinking
...your life

burning fast
portione in turn
sight of the eyes
pierce soul inturred -
flying high
grave unearthed
billowing trail
of smoke and burns(embers)-
tumbling down
within
but hear
melody sound
becomes thunder
spinning around
passions delight
  love is the ground
   as moon to the night

By the Solstice Sun
Your work to be done
But bindings now, gain-hold you
Falling onto harder vines the Earth consumes, enfolds you
Only by strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and of understanding
Fathom deep in sublime season
Make a makeshift **** of reason
Float upon the river down.
Under the lost, an amnesia sound
Until a day when ripe merry making
Reminds you of the thing worth taking
And in an hour of you own
You find yourself in ******* prone
But all at once in strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and to understanding you decide that life only Da'ath worthy of demanding.

Evidently evidence can only be in past tense
Thought tense past the moment as soon as it begins
Only an echoing echoing on and on again
Oh where we wait we weigh so thin
Please take me late way weaved therein
We are unfolding a thousand folds and uniting kindred

What will become of will itself
when drums go silent at times last breath?
Embracing the last cache of air held hostage from the thousand fold worlds;
What elements hold their vigor when sweet embrace reflected tends no longer in anger?
Intellect and mind of mundane aggregate held as a disc;
In wonder, unopposed - a weapon, a chariot of the abyssinian vale.
All terrored delight, all tremble!
Being that which now pulls back as waves running from the sea
Toward or away? Toward or away?
Sway the endless sway, never tending to the great caress of undulation.
Undue situations, zeros or ones;
Zero and one, measured in jubulation; Inward time dialation - exhalation into the sun.

You do what you do while I fall in two
Sleep in the window rain fall overview
Drowning inuendo our will subdue
Betray on the daily Ohr the taboo
Make thee a new

Do I know your middle or even your last?
Do I know your first or only more craft?
All-in the cash to cover the spread
drowning, our feet in the riverbed
What is it that you feel I am and I can contain?
I am slowly dieing, fleeting, and insane
The pathways above me are crowded untrue
The mirror below me reminds me of you

If you had asked i'd say yes
But you never did so now I must guess
Just how far this dream day stays
Along the edges we fed and played
Fitter fetter pitter patter better bat away
Any tear from heavens door "no dancing in the rain"
If I ever played the measured move over again
I'd repeat every pattern even when I meant the same
Brothers fight while lovers love and heros save the day
When lightning flashes children cry yet some some just lay awake
Still others dance, or close their eyes, hiding all away
which will we will going forward crossing everyway
Ended knowing always growing thankful for the change
Take a hand and close the kindness keeping it all at Bay
Make another monument of spittle-fragile clay
So if I stumble into something I pray it carries me away
Into a nothing buried so deep it is to lock in me
Winds are blowing sands of time a wish for now awake

Do I know your middle or even your last?
Do I know your first or only more craft?
All-in the cash to cover the spread
drowning, our feet in the riverbed
What is it that you feel I am and I can contain?
I am slowly dieing, fleeting and insane
The pathways above me are crowded untrue
The mirror below me reminds me of you

S(p)in a dotted line a thousand times and make a memory
Time begins and ends in all dichotomy
Lilly grass grows half as fast as elements spin jewelry
When winning weaves a winning glass be merry in the winnowing
Follow me merrily seasons tracking in a circle
Making sure we all may know the hour of our mercy
Track the sign of songs that sing the rain again
But open doors to cabins halls who echo with the stirring
Of warmth and love not need and weight to keep me ever furrowing

There were a few times I was tick tock ticking around the watch tower of the making
Making little of the knowing while the question kept on growing
Glowing ever brighter sire, take in, higher ever going I'm the one
Pitter patter beating of my translucent never being out of reach beyond all stars yet the sun
Lengthen in it's leaving deriving thought beyond all meaning see what dreaming for me thinking flowing, never not.
Do the sounds that I am reading keep on leading into thinking then the thinking is a thought?
Wonder round the moment while sleepwalking take the moments to wonder "why does it never stop?"
Stumbled into meaning the rootkit of my being now I'm seeing where this was going and I'm caught
I have this ever present way of knowing which way the wind is blowing am I giving the cosmos knowing, known that I'm being saught
Speaking freely sight is truly single minded and nothing less than struck

certainly this certainty would well be  a possibility sometimes
To twist or tear tied tung ensnared candented smolder of a sunrise
Come sing, sing to me the sea's silliloquey tho it may fall down from all eyes
We work to wonder why we weave while within we wonder while we why
What wonderful weakness would wake within divine
Broken below another sea beneath the surface and out of reach from time
A possibility sometimes
Possibility Sometimes...
Sometimes...