A chapter I’m after
A secret hid beneath the rafters
Focus my attention on my senses many masters
Imminent danger in her vertigo fade the water spilled
Visit became hostile and now the mood is killed
Making time to make up for the time that we spend fighting
I’m impatient and inconsiderate and I take it out in writing
Today we seal the dam, my release has been contained
Forget the recent pain when my vocal cords were strained
The ice begins to crack and fresh green can newly rise
Life is born again and we are equal in her eyes
As of recent tied into a fiber woven strong
Threads of shared being as we harmonize in song
Evolution tests us and we mold to where we’ve been
Malleable and flexible and flowing in the wind
Worry presses on torso like breath held underwater
Ponder self on number line to death from mother and father
Commitment with a witness I anticipate of late
Survive the Ides and any spies, assassin doubts would penetrate

Laughing in a hollow room
I awaken
Amused but unaware
How did I manage-stunned and shaken
Traces of activity, sweating with no memory
Vague images of standing, babble without purpose
Missing time
Scattered glimpse of self in action
Recovery from a trance as my body rises
Great return from Elsewhere
A dreamscape scenario where nothing is concrete
And the endless possibilities inspire me
The translation journey is one I frequent
Falling in and out of altered state
Resting here, waking there
The in-between hazy at best
Engage in conversation and find myself with strangers
Wanderer sharing stories
Making my way home

Aching veins transmit liquid life to extremities
Warm and flowing, contrasting the cold metal interior
Sensitive to the electric current containing many memories
My sense of self shattered on the wall, became inferior
Scars are carved, reactions never reach the root of issues
The cause is now unknown, minds wander when alone
I remember the breaking and discoloring of the tissue
Thought my art dead and ****** with the displacement of the bone
I hid my wounds at first and now a cross marks them boldly
Embrace my daily pain, forget my future without motion
Temperature change controls my ways private burn or cold and lonely
Two repair attempts, a weakened state can’t stop devotion
Now I feel the hardened layer hidden in me from the air
Once frail now muscled and accustomed to the feeling
When I’m overcome by troubled thoughts I stop and store them there
My place of pain becomes my place of healing

A stroke of luck
Abyss of dust, a discus then discussed by us
Rock that formed and gas that swarmed
Trapped in circles as it warmed
Distance and diameter right
Tilt and water blessed with life
Capable of catering to creatures with its features
Atmosphere and seasons here
Travelling friend who pulls at times
Mother holds us, Mother shines
Beyond us where the giants lie
Far away and in the sky
Flaming stars shine from afar
Make us wonder what we are
Bits of sand in a desert vast
Inventing terms like future and past
Life rose gradually from the ground
From the water’s depths, then all around
A barren wasteland of desolation
Turned lush and green with vegetation
Diverse and wonderful beasts evolved
And the primitive biped kings came with them
Hunting some still hunted by others
Endless war in a circular system
But with our ambition, the way of life was broken
The divine plan and superiority of man was spoken
Passed down, retold, until everyone agreed
Taking not appreciating, progress for greed
Divisions and factions formed, civilization
Kings building nations, many generations
Men and women born in chains, into war they came to be
Universe to Earth and Adam to Me

Hot to the point of dripping frustration
Walls hugging close, ignoring boundaries of comfort
I am exposed to thickened thoughts and muggy minds
I see deeper than the blind
Running rounds of labyrinths, echoing-shaking the grounds
Foundations leaking, deep wells of pensive tactics
Breaking automatic
Subject to tangled knots as a foreigner in sacred land
Watching my step
Awareness essential to survival like a savage
The lifestyle of leisure is above me
Tapping the source it runs its course
Battles the conditions of a wicked storm
Rage like eyes that seem to bleed
Thumping external threats to safety
Camouflage is comforting, but demons never sleep
Black thoughts creep into interactions
Terrible timing, embarrassing me so

Speckling a spotless page I riddle with holes the device of my life
Cutting my vision to words given, the ink drips from my knife
Whiplash of wicked waterfalls of brain matter
Senseless chatter rise above the babble of the crowd
Powerful and loud acute attack on the master laws
That keep me down and try to hold me back when I am strong
Streaming where I’ve been into a manual of the thinking man
For sinking ships and shoulder chips to wake and move along
Explode and fade to the far away say peace and I’m gone
I mentally move and never lose attachment to a world where I am phantom
The buzzing in my brain’s become my anthem
I’m going off on tangents people taking what others hand them
Tearing down walls telepathically and then repair them
Abuse the dimensions which I dwell within
Hell and many ways
Funny how a flood could bring on better days
Nothing stays the way it seems and I don’t know what it means
Don’t know much at all sometimes so I lay back in my dreams

Rainforest rustle
Clink and chat
Cook and clean
Hustle and bustle
Think of this and that
Look at what it means
Experience the everyday wave
And inertia of now
It flows through my head
With a manner of somehow