Force not yourself

at a world you believe
is not here

Words
neither hurt nor sting

all opinion
bes self inflicted

I would
have chosen death


had I known
how good a life could be

The weigh of a life
is as shadow to light
on the backbone of a souls body

the throw of force from the open source
to the spin of a hearts command
hung on the heat of a higher mind
play rule to the skeletal bare burn
tasked to the clay on bones return to the mould
fetched blind on the parcel of a thoughts thinking

but heaven ignored

as man made mind
creates a hell to heaven
or a heaven to hell

Lay dream to the heat of a swans pose
a tickled scent to the babies toes
press taste to the breath of a red white fire
a wilt to the wonder on a willows shire

Chase hunger lame to the lions eye
fleshed to the essence of an eagles fly
spit soul to the buzz on heave of hive
a bottlenose swim to an oceans dive

Mother

get off that cross would ya
or you'll catch your bleeding death

Death Says Five

we understand
it may be hard

to not count your chickens
after they hatch

A lost lamb hides in its eye
waiting on the shepherd  to look through  it
blindness be not friend to sight
sight be friend to blindness

Is this thought a thinker ?
Hiding in its seek
begging to forgiveness
in the promise of relief
A victim in its mercy
a stow away to blame
Turning on its tricks
to please the master
of this game

Is this thought a thinker ?
A ransom on the tongue
A letter in its memory
as the lover to be loved
A piece in its own puzzle
clicking pictures into place
Filling up its belly
in the empty of its space

Is this thought a thinker ?
Will it die or will it live
Does it know it has the answer
to the question that it spins
Will it find its own perfection
in the matters it reflects
Adrift inside the memory bank
The cause without effect

Is this thought a thinker ?

Event Horizon

May breath fall light on your mantle peace
as you lay your hands to the cold clay of soils heat
May the opal azzure rays of golden sun
break your wilt and burn the most of all nature
to your reptile mind and  chest of discord
bled brightly red rich and pulpous
thru the vex of a quickening heart
steep deep breached to the altitude of life's collect call
rung aloud thru the sun stricken moon
burrowed seminal in the fluid fire and flood of event horizon

any word on the water

where did I last leave you
behind enemy lines

pats my back

come on son
we're home

She rests on broken silence
Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye
Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch
Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire
The servile on request
opt neath her nestled fleet
ground to dust and chaff

Light bends its mind to the hum of soul
Turns eye in on claim of self
Strips guile from oceans of red ripples
Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose
Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn
Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body

I think
as far my thoughts

and stay
out of the reach of others

until you make it
an enemy or friend

All just passing through
forever's point of view
trust life to take it all away
to put it back together again

that remains not ever die
as that not leave be left behind
a story written to the mind
the human pen but ink to life

As the human stops holding hands to belief
the current runs free thru each one
independent to each ones vision
as a whole creator
and not thru another creators whole

Reality bes unique to your eye
not thru anothers

We hear a many snarl and say
all people about their selves today
who else to be about ? replies
now don't hold your breath to tell us lies

a rich mans poor mans weathers same
some make it hay
some make it rain
not to say don't lend a hand
but first things first to understand

to take a leaf out of our book
a creature takes back that it took

is not a choice

it is a right
beyond choosing

golden light
to the soul

telling a truth

more
than we not know

than the real thing

take your time
to be found out

People
will do exactly
as you wish they wouldnt do

when your wishing
they would do something else

cant stop something spinning
by spinning it more
spin else where

to like self

that's not how you work

some where else


space is ones salvation
life a fortress with no walls

hope put some where else
outside the heart is sure to fall

This food you feed me
explores my deepest thirst
draws tear to a sting of eye
warm from the swell of this hollow body

I be loved to you
and you be loved to I
one voice
one singer
one sung

no skin to separate
sleeps awake

a love not taken
creates another
such a love I be to you
as you be to I
my love
my light

my soul maker

As you think yourself less
you become
more of the less you are thinking

As you think yourself more
you become
more of the more you are thinking

unless you want it to happen

there's no telling it

I be
only capable
of seeing

that which
I put in my eye to look at

I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created

a mighty brave soul
a mighty wide heart

flighty on the tip of a wave
toward a rock and roll

A
cannot

become
B

one who shoots
at 2 targets
splits his eye
in half

Start no conversation
feels hard to have

a soul is
softly spoken
not forced to speak

to the fire of eternality

Please be
as you ask us to be

as we not see you any other way

be made to choice given
or create one to have

An angels keep
rolled to her side

pressed heat to mine sleep

wept to our skin
a lovers hold

On clouds bright in plume
sit sentients in suns perfume
voices sing laments in claim
on souls beneath in venting rain

heart wakes silence to its skin
its press of fire in to akin
resonance hails wishes wild
in plenty to  alls willing smile
its grin be empty of repose
sharp its essence on its toes

set flight to colors green on red
high in its hum its living head
release to grip its praise upholds
announce upon its in disposed

an idea

and all it represents to a mind

to inspire
or destroy itself

but roar

into your own eye

This thought

Does it feel good ?


until you be your best

best not struggle to feel it

trying to change the one looking at it

As
you hold
a story in your mind

the world
be fleshing it out

Little knowledge
knows the most

Knowing
be created by unknowing
learn not to know


to see beyond the eye of looking
to form a formless mind
to furnish no time to creation
no vibration against your desires
to require no belief only clarity of sight
to look beyond creation and be creator
a clear essence looking thru the eye to an empty space
an essence
of what isn't
becoming what is
becoming
what isn't
be coming

Go direct to the feeling you want
and you wont get lost in the thoughts you're not feeling
on the way

Warm your body
to all fire

stick your hand to it
to burn emotion