Sit still for a moment
or even for two consecutive moments
without moving
try to close the eyes
no view of the future.
There is no worry
there is no pending fate
just
stillness
and
sitting.

the evening sky
was split in two
by streams of hot water
boiling over the top
of a cloud

stars fascinate millions
from the first one
to show its face around dinner
or driving home
till the moon is setting
and the morning paper
unknowingly arrives

but sometimes they are just noise
that gets captured
and is projected behind my eyes
sometimes i try to keep it there
and hope to magnify
the painting spontaneous
to collide with your soul

keep still long enough
and it starts to move you
the swing of earth
the ancient dance
that drags my feet
to wherever it leads me next.

On slick steel strings
six of them gather.
Around the electric hum box,
the muffled distortion buzzing
of suave spear-like poses

We are so green
and so mean.
The dance of divinity
in-between drum filled paradise
and a pair of hi-hat smash
the opening line to our razor's crass waving
our mantis praying

Drenched in reverb chorus shimmer
lightning dash with the blast trimmer
our boats the bass on the river melody
In reverie, Minced the mic
our barely audible voices shivering
our mantis praying

Strap stable static through magnetized
cords of magic
getting picked up on the down stroke
the shift bend pinch harmonic
capo for the overture
the reprise.

Fallen leaves in the back of the half-stack
octave raving
our mantis praying.

Infinity cannot be charted, but i think i saw a limb.

Afternoon Sun shower.
Convinced to be open minded, it wasn't strange at all.
Convinced to taste everything, the radio was singing.
Somehow privileged to experience this,
like staying up to late to see the stars
that couldn't fall asleep.

There were plenty of things to do today.
At first overwhelmed and frustrated.
A dog swam and rolled in the dirt.
*******.
*******.
Over dramatic thoughts.

Swam again and caught him with a towel.
Ran against the road.
The same speed as the giants on the interstate.
Comparisons to satellites and earth spinning.
The Car's computer didn't feel like having diagnostics.
Faked sick as to not attend the show.
Ate,
got shot but heard an embarrassing voice say "Peanut Butter Jelly"
it was over and it is covered now.

Flip Flop Psychology.
Running Civilization.
Seeing My Old Friend.

Now, just waiting for music to explode.

I am nostalgic for things that haven't happened
I am thrilled that the system kills your soul
I don't mind that people drop bombs
I am filled with hope as Jesus comes down from his cross
and saves me from the mushroom cloud
I find faith in green pieces of paper
I find peace in organized time and schedule
I am enlightened with spoon-fed predigested fact

Everything can't be the way we want it to
so I'm not going to take the chance to whatever I can.
There are too many things to hear about or see
so I'm going to believe in authority and what it has to say.
There are too many opinions and perspectives
so I'm going to align myself to the most popular belief
Dreams can't be achieved and passions impossible
so I'm going to save effort and get by

One day I'll be enamored to settle for someone who can stand me
I'll be generous and support wars and c.i.a coups.
I'll be fulfilled and play my part in this consumer state.

I don't know if we forgot what we are.
Items surround us
and
Ideas are shoved down our throats
That isn't what we've become though, right?

We are capable of being kind
we have the capacity for love
we can imagine the peace of a black hole
we can manage not being in power for a split-second

A split-second, because really,
that's all i think we have left.
At least for now.

sweet love for the planet earth.

we've got finance
we've got tree oppression
we've got paper moons

don't borrow anything you can't give back.
Breathing in, taking oxygen
Breathing out, give your air away
But don't worry. You won't find stares everywhere you go if you don't dress the part. So take a role and pay money you can't get because we create money out of air and magic, We make war with television and camera crews. Find your place and be complacent because if you are to be improper the camera will find it and exploit your ***** traits.
You are filthy and no more important than anybody else
and if you think you are get
real and look into a glass of water
see you are impermanent.
and that it’s okay
because rips in the earth move
and will fit together like a puzzle piece one day
the moon used to be huge in the night sky
and if you look at the water right it fills your mind
with the night
dreams materialize and get stuck under the ice
of a frozen lake
where fish are

You look through glass
ceilings but all you can see are your eyes.
black pinpoints
in a enormous grid
of slavery or love,
whatever way you want to call it,
finally being free.
if we decide. if we agree
prepare to live by the sea.

if that
which Didn’ts, did
that is what did me in.
Never’s none bypassed me, with her
kind eyes

Became
soft and tired
of the delicate dance
on invisible glass of your
sadness

One night,
when you slipped out,
running from what is known.
nameless blades of grass slit your  skin,
so weak.

The Fear,
is it surreal?
veins strained into ribbons
to grab, and patiently untie
the knot

Listless,
you transformed
into a shell, and sat
shoreline swallowing sand, I still
loved  you.