Passing images in the mind unable to escape the trail I once left behind

Fully aware of the sun peaking through my sorrowful heart

Almost lost my footing once before, never to slip so far into the abyss again

A blood vow to the spirit within
The childlike freedom of expression

Face paint of words of truth, self efficacy, love and pain

All inscribed

Non erasable

So I stop scrubbing and massage each word spoken, lived, triumphed over and sit back to watch the horizon

One fleeting chance to catch you between trapezes
Yet my head was bowed, my thoughts immersed
In another dream of another life that i longed to live
A moments lapse careers you to that downward spiral
Through all those safety nets, all those webs we wove
Once so secure borne from our labour, love and toil
Exposed now like a promise of night through a civil dawn
As you fall through each of my declarations of trust
You blow out the candles and knock out the lights
Of celebrations and occasions now shattered like glass

Blackness descending through this never blinking eye
As those moments and time perpetually relive yet resist
The blood still refusing to flow freely through my veins
As i sit and wait for this evening coffee to run cold
That i may embrace the sanctuary of night once more
For I was one that could never dream in the dark
No more than one who could ever make amends
Between those two trapezes that signaled our end

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

Making up my mind

Making up my mess

Making up the imaginative possibilities of what once was just wishful thinking

Alas discovery in its limitless depths is consuming my core

As I surrender to its harmonizing entanglements

Vibrant colors nearly blinding the experiences yet still finding its loop holes to skip through with joy

Maybe ready is not concrete but merely a myth

With no matter of facts

Presently I stand and reach out to tap into each color

Each one whispering ticklish nows
Bursting fingertip tastebuds in each soulful interaction

While I sit back and enjoy the show

Having the sense of urgency to explore the diamond in the rough

The urgency to climb the highest peak
Urgency to follow my own lead
To kiss the face of God
While dancing so effortlessly on hot coal

To be in tune with the cries of mankind's heart for love

Understanding that all that ever makes sense is the here and now
After all it is all that is
And in it I will soar to unimaginable heights
While others drink of envy and deceit

I soar