The last I heard
she was headed across
the desert
to a waiting job and
new found friends.

She stopped calling
when I suggested
she came back home.

Turns out she was
lost with
no real friends and
a monkey on her back.

Alone the way she
wanted it to be.

Dancing under the
neon lights
for the lonely men.

Somewhere in the
City of Sin.

Its all in the experience.
From the flower  petals
a child tosses before a bride,
to the rain water the ****** used
to get himself well again.

The Pills you thought
were good for you.
And the woman who took
all she could from you.

It makes up the hours
you spent locked away.
And those Golden days
when you had
her and she needed you.

Set here upon the Earth
to wonder, to grow.
To believe in the lies while
only dreaming of the truth.

Men as leaders set
forth the course
to keep the lies as truth
and the world as round.

Reach that age of understanding
survived their Wars
and their Drugs.
Just to be cast
aside for believing
in the truth.

Fell hard and lingered
at the bottom.
Picked up a book
and buried a friend.
Took the time to add it
all to my experience.

Watch me as
I grow.

The only way for recreation
is by spending more time
on  recreation .
Do what it is
that makes your
heart happy.

Beneath the shade of
the swaying Palm Fronds
I block out the cities worth
of screaming sirens.
And take the time to add it all
to this.
Whats left of  my Experience.

From the heavens
come the
waters.

Where from
does the
waters come?

I once saved the world
on a grey and gloomy day in October.

I allowed the endless rains
to drown out what had become
of the people.

I watched as their altered bodies
vanished like stones beneath the sea.

I filled my Barge with a pair of Quetzl Hummingbirds,
two shy Monkeys, a family of Wild Mustangs and two of the last Dragons on Earth.

I brought along the Mountain Poppy to help me forget.
Marigolds for the Dead, White Mountain Sage for Blessings and the strong magical Hemp plant for more than just ropes.
Pockets full of Maize kernels and Squash seeds for starting over

As many devoted Honeybees as their Queen would allow.
Tiny fruit Bats and a pair of loyal Patterdales.
Feral Cats who trusted me and plenty of stow away Rodents who would spend their time aboard in hiding.
Cattle and Geese, Spiders and talking Parrots all made their way aboard.

I talked a Native Girl whose blood ran the same shade as my own into joining me.

I left behind the destructive ones and convinced myself it was all for the better of our future.

We waited out the second cleansing of the Earth, we passed the time forgetting what it was we had become.
We witnessed the New Sun circle above the New Earth and followed the Albatross to what was to be our home.
Our bare brown feet sunk into the pristine white sands as she took my hand leading me forward to a place no man has ever been.

We took in what was left for us to live with.
We for the first time felt what it was we had forgot.

I watched as a Quetzal Hummingbird flit before a strange Orange flower then onto the next.
The Monkeys gorged themselves in the fruit trees ,dropping seed pits to the forest floor.
The feral cats chased the rodents and the honey bees flew in a tight swarm while protecting their Queen.

Our goal was to forget it all and begin anew.
All we thought we knew was to be forgotten.

All was as it should be.
All moved about as one.

It isn't easy.
Once you've grown
wise enough to realize
that the little ones are the only good humanbeings .
Your back is already worn out like
well read paper back.
And your heart ,your hearts
been hardened by too many cigarettes and too many
pretty faces who always came and  went a bit too soon.

You got to hit your rhythm right before you reach the apex .
Then Like that first time we tried DMT
just sit back and enjoy the ride.

You gotta barrel through it all .
The burdens of society.
The addictions
The struggle between what you
want to do and what makes you
enough to keep her happy.

We're cursed with such a narrow perspective.
Unlike the bare butterfly who
lives out their time in all Realities.

If you dont listen to Frusciante
you might not understand me today.

Learn how to survive with the least
amount of your abilities
and call this progress.

Decay always begins once growth ends.
And there ll be plenty of dreams to **** tomorrow .

Just like everyone else this one
had its share of glimmering days and
moon kissed nights.

Some of them have even lasted longer
than a dream or a thought.

Its not as dark as it sounds.

Its the idea of it all.
Its the obsession with the need
to be satisfied that causes
the bleakest of times
to outshine all the others.

The lengths some go through
in order to lasso a smile .
The twisted faces made at babies.
The foolish voice that brings a grin.
All of it just to fill that cup
of neediness even when it overflows
with the material things that
shape our world.

One must spend some time in the nothing
with nothing at all to truly
see the greatness in the briefest of moments.

The simplicity of the ocean breeze slicing
through the palm fronds.
That triumphant smile on her tired
face as the point draws red.
The tear that escapes the man
who is once again a free man.

There's that moment that never lasts longer than an instant.
That is what you need to live through to come to this.
To see what this one sees.
And to recognize what it truly is to be happy.

Trudging onward
with my sorrows
in tow.

Pursued by these
burdens that won't
let me go.

On the brightest
of days their presence
is known.

They hide in
my shadows,
I'm never alone.

Skipping ahead
like a child at play.

Attempting to flee
if just for one day.

There's hope for
tomorrow perhaps
a new start.

There's never
an ending to things
of the heart.