Answer asked the question
that the answer couldn't see
and question in complete denial
gave answer probably

A flippant  gentry throw seed to a hapless few
a stow a way  slides air to its ravens quest
jest in its common mews
seared to its bust of imperial view

faces in chains of steel rapport  
step birthed to its shackled hand
announcing to its ship a shore
in certain of its reprimand

be bludgeoned ye of staff and stump
its weep be not on any
a cloak besotted to its lump
its wish unborn be many

It burns
I still want to touch
It steals
I give it so much

It hurts
I still like its pain
It cuts
when I'm running away

It lies
So does the truth
In blood
looking for proof

It feeds
still I am starving
It grieves
yet nothing is dying

It learns
am I not knowing
It serves
things I am showing

care that you feel
not that you think or imagine you do

get beyond the form
and let the formless light you up

I cannot not be
Forever in this death of me
Where all meets all

Where can life go when its done living ?
There is no outside of creation
A mind is in a mind is in a mind

The great voice
Roaring its way through me in its moreness
Moulding stars from dust
Putting planets to orbit
Setting moon and sun to sky
Infinite beyond measure and meaning
its allness in its littlest

Separate not I from this eternal seed
where once began
begins and becomes
Remember
Remember
Remember

choose anything mental
and not add to it

life is saving your heart

Thought believes
you create it


to create more thought


seek of essence

cause no ones doing it better

keep on the up and up

Only the Human Ego
defies life

as it goes on dying

love me love me love me do

not you
not you
not you
not you

is death

anything less than
is mistaken

as you feel off
you go against natural law

as you feel on you go with it

A way back
to
who
you
really are

I will wash away memory as I riddle rush and ruse the nature of my deep deluge turning on its rocky bedlam , I will unmask the shallow critters crib neath the nesting brook and refuge, scored to the ravens beak on the walls of ancient tides, I will whip forth the froth of life's wave into a frenzy and dance upon the rolling birth of heave, thrashing  the gentle still mind to the fragile oceans rip, neath the throttled blue belly of abyss I will roar, as the water fells its thunder thru the crack of suns ray gushing its burst thru the thirst of clay neath the vein of day

humans **** and hurt
cause they don't know

how not to

and it's much
easier to opt out

rather than in

Do ones believe
a pure souls dying
benefit a human kind
or drive them to the back of mind
as martyr to a truth or lie
life sacrifice the blood red kind

on pedestal now out of sight
to slay the blame and reason why
not look again and not to ask
who is the who not first not last
to beat the heart as once was flesh
and topple time from out the nest
an earthy throne assist at best
now cure be branded to the breast

a life not enough
means the lesser of death take its place

We all feign down
on our own axe of judgement

as fire split
on a wooden soul

If you need to go there
others not understand

make no fuss

be quiet going
and not bring them along

no place
like your space

If praise be my price
then break these legs
and Ill carry the cost

For no mans wine is purer
than the red racing in these veins
No ones heart an island
greater than the one to beat in my chest
No voice clearer
than the voice speak it me into being
No song surer to the hum of my own soul

I be the child to drum
on the skin of this body
to swim in its great spirit
to stand on the edge of its becoming

As one learn to live on a good side
of all that's not one makes good

As on continues to anchor on its opposite
one makes good not

or your trip
go on forever

A lover slips into my weeping clay and creeps way thru my haze and hum, dense as the daring dew sat oer the humble throne of a red dawn, as ripple wakens on the wrinkled limp and yawn of nature , a virile guest flakes skin to an old sod placid in the mist, hung silent on the doves white breath assaulted to the wing of a certain kiss, in the mire of lament, pressed open again and again to the beguiled mother tongue, tempted on the glory of a quaint whisp and voice coming home on the ramble of wind, wished to the tame of milk and honey burst sweet to the fair light suckling on the apple of an eye, we trust trust we be steady free on the high wire of life's company

must be
her beauties shadow
on this skin

to make
his blood bleed

No one we know
and everyone we don't

stranger love more
than you find familiar

be every where
we are

or some where
we are not

either way
it matters not

a petal to the flowers kiss
a buzz inside the bumbles bliss
I am not that
for I am this

A river giggles along happily
envelops all obstacle
on way of its journey downstream

can be a million miles away
in the furthest reaches of your own mind

Go direct to feeling you want
and you wont get lost to thought you don't

Stars not push and shove
to save space

but explode all over
each other

a communion of body

Most are educated in life
and spend a great deal of time getting over it

effort not
to think way
to a good feeling

rather
feel way
to a good thinking

it had come to find you

You’re watching a movie,
its upsetting to you
You’re screaming at the characters in it
to change , do something else
be different, so you can feel better,

All the while you have the remote control in your hand,
the instrument to change it all
to choose a different reality
But you remind yourself

I'm not the one with the power
to change to make  a difference in this world ,
its them , they not I that must change
and I will respond and react
in accordance with their choices

I don’t  choose for me
They must choose for me

its baggage if you carry it
to redeem you if you don't

Don't be caught up in word nor thought
as feeling is the language of the heart
the chest of life is iron bright
shining on its staff of light

That you catch
you got to let go of
or it will hold onto you

life is non sticky
a fresh eye with every look

cause you crave a feeling
at your disposal

you believe and think is a thing

so don't tolerate it of yourself or others
as it never breaks the silence

of life
has no pause

A slow day winds time around the carousel of coloured wing
in bravery of common dure rare spoken curious to things,
hope steals back its charge and harbours none to its remains,
as fast as the wills demise on the ivy's climb, fawned to the nature of worlds , come flocking to the aviary of avarice stood proud upon the pummel stone of stature, beat bent to the final crick and fractured spurn, taken leave of now's nobility , unfurled in precious turn, ******* on the captains shire, as the seven seas play slight of hand oer the mystery of fire

you may be forgot to your self
but never are you lost
just looking and vibing
at where every thing isn’t

Death

the
best thing
to happen
life

and you may have some chance
to reach that they do