There is a land where no man stands

A waste land.

Understand the carnations and tulips do not spread their wings.

And the crows and the ravens do not sing.

The dark sky above is looming.
Its mere mortal presence is listening
to everything.


Even the dead.


Faces are etched into stone
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Sand of stone.

The wind bellows and blows

Sands into the waste lands.

The hallow wind is relapsed across the
valley. Its breeze nurturing a dying blue tulip. Her pedals are worn out and she is chipping away like old paint. The silence is a curious reckoning always calculating and analyzing. The ground is solid and pure, it's body is covered in veins.
I can taste the salt in the river.
I can feel the rapid, ruthless, fluid that flows through the tiny piping system.
I see a man with a flower.
A gun blast can be heard.
His body just lying there, blood every where, watering the roots beneath him, and the flower proped against him as a sick joke told by death.
The valley smells of blood.
It reacts by destroying all evidence of imperfection.
Over time the man's body is swallowed into the earth.
A hundred more pickable flowers grow upon this man. All of them waiting for someone to pick them.

We will never know what's really going on inside each others heads.

We are only but a tiny speck in the infinite cloud of the universe. What if the universe was inside you and that every subatomic particle ever created had its own universe. There is only so far you can go in the third dimension. What if we were to travel to a place where nobody has ever gone to. The zeroth dimension. Hence the absence of everything. The void. A place where we could just be and not have things to distract us from whom we are made of which is just pure universe. Thus in the  third dimension we are always in a system that is based off of  right, wrong, good, bad, is there a god and is there not. If we were to enter the zeroth dimension we would let go of time and all that shackles us from becoming the universe. Because there is no universe, it does not exist. Only universes within every single subatomic particles exist.  Free from this place were pain and opinion are its roots that thread like the intersections of quilts from old sailors boats. When you let go of everything that tethers you down you began to realize why you are here. We have all been told that the reason why we are here is to survive. To make money. But is that why we are alive? Are we so busy working on surviving that we can never understand why we are here and why we are doing what we are doing. They say that the meaning of life is by far the most complex ideology that will ever exist and that even the deepest thinking philosophers can not determine why we are here and what is the meaning of it all. I think I have the answer to it all. For why we are here. We are here, not to make ends meet and to survive. We are here to be. Just to simply be. To unteather ourselves from this third dimension and to become one with the universe.

When great minds collide, great things happen.
We are told that we are divided and separated and that we are not one.
That we are floating in the void like a leaf falling from a great big leaf maple tree.
When really we are not alone. We have other people to help us. We have friends all around us. Friends to make change. If we could gather all the minds in the universe and put them together we could create anything we  want. We is one. We is unity. Peace. Bliss. Freedom. Oneness.

Long have we forgotton how to feel.
To look into natural eyes.
Long have we forgotten that there so exists a real touch.
All the while the world fades away.
A call, a text, an electronic message to distract you from a simple touch.
A hug.
A kiss.
A feeling to assure you that you exist.

With every question there comes an answer. And with every answer there comes a question. It is a balance of question and answer. With every cause there is an effect. And with every effect there is a cause. The universe works in a manner of question and answer, cause and effect. Not opinions, not judgement's, not yes or no but cause and effect. There is no light. There is no dark. There is only what you perceive in your mind. Things are just dense feelings with labels. People are just like ants in the darkness . Searching for something. That something they do not know.

I am the dream man.
I am the traveler.
I am the man in your dreams.
I am the god of your mind.

Flowers rot in my vase. I sit alone in an old abandoned house remembering the days that you existed. The memories we had.The laughs we shared. I am old and dieing. The flowers you gave me on the day of our wedding sat in a vase and I stared at them for ever. I stared at them even after you died. The pedals that were once white and beautiful and healthy are dead and brown and falling apart. But I'll fall apart with them, those flowers. I'll die not in a hospital bed but in our house holding those flowers to my heart. The flowers you gave me on the day of our wedding.

Ten cranes-flies land on thin water, one inch thick. Nine birds flutter in the glistening sun. Eight flowers sit silent and still reflecting the sun and adsorbing water drops from the trees above their heads. Seven trees sway this way and that way. Dripping here and dripping there, dripping every where. Dew drops here dew drops there. Dew drops every where. Six children singing songs. Five squirrels dancing from tree to tree. Four booming laughs from deep inside me. Three golden memory's burned into my mind. Two eyes glistening like stars. One soul quiet and still. Somber and chill. Zero distress and no more mess.

Falling, falling, falling!
Speed begins to pickup.
Falling, falling, falling!!
Hot and sticky.
Falling, falling, falling!!!
Hard to breath, lungs are being crushed.
Falling, falling, falling!!!!
On fire blazing into ash.
Falling, falling, falling!!!!!
Limbs one by one are being torn off.
Falling, falling, falling!!!!!!
Blood rapidly splatters the empty universe.
Falling, falling, falling!!!!!!!
The hallow screams can not be heard.
Falling, falling, falling!!!!!!!!
Faster and faster and faster!!!!!!!!!
Falling and falling and falling!!!!!!!!!!
Transforming into light!!!!!!!!!!!!
Floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating.

Boiling air, sticky faces, raindrops falling down my face.
Walking into the great vat of sticky steamy steam like a hot hot dog prepared to die!!!!!!!

You have one chance to live your life to the fullest.
Maybe you'll live again one day.
But after you die, you'll never be you, the you you are right now.
So live your life to the fullest.
Do the things you've always wanted to do.
Because you never know you might die tomorrow.
So live every day like its your last day.
Enjoy the sound of silence outside on a cushioned swing.
Swinging back and fourth. Back and fourth. Back and fourth. Pop a **** huckleberry into your mouth. Savor the burst of sweetness that it yields.
Let the sun soak into your skin like taking an enjoyable bath. Enjoy the weather. Smell the nectar in the flower trees above you. Take a moment to look around you and to see the small little things around you. Take a moment to look at the birds and the butterflies. To see a crane- fly skid on  thin water puddles one inch deep. This is peace. This is not distress. You have one chance to live your life to the fullest.
Maybe you'll live again one day.
But you'll never be you, the you you are right now.
So live your life to the fullest.
Do the things you've always wanted to do.
Because you never know you might die tomorrow.
So live every day like its your last day.

I wish I was you
so I could see
through your eyes.
  So I could see the beauty that you see.
My eyes are worn and mirky .
I need a new pair of eyes.
Fresh and new.
Able to see color.
Able to see light.
I wish I was you
so I could see
through your eyes.
So I could see the beauty that you see.

drip drop
drip drop
tear drops
blood drops
drip drop
drip drop
drop

I am the light that stitches the dark ****** cuts upon your lost heart. I am the happiness that burns a smile upon your face. I am love.
I am stitches. When darkness finds you, come search for me. I am always there. Always.

Hot sun in the blue sky. Green grass yard. Sticky Popsicle's and ice cream dripping down your cheek. Boysenberry's and red as an apple maraschino cherry's. Its just so wonderful. Brightly colored birds. The stinging of the summer breeze. Always so agile summer is always fragile in its existence. Trees that looked like they had been painted with light. A fire so energizing that it made you laugh. Summer is like a doctor with a degree in beauty and relaxation!

Its the end. The end of every flowing kiss of Mr.Bliss. Every smile you generated. Every child hugging and screaming at you. Its done. Its the end. Its the end of blue sky's and daisy filled meadows. The end of the gleaming shimmering stars. Your white shallow smile is now no more than a thin slanted slit between you lips . Your eyes once beamed a beam that no one could tolerate because it was so powerful. Now you have eyes of dead man. You started off like a gentle snowflake then someone picked you up, they rolled you along, many did this. It took so long to wait for it to stop always rolling along letting people roll your snow ball while you were trapped inside it. Now you are mentally drowned. You have now no longer control of your life. You are not you you are wearing mask.

I don't know how. To get back on.To take back grip of what was once mine. Know here I am lost behind the wheel. It seems to be that every time  I reach to grab a hold it just dodges my grip. Now my palms are sweaty and salty from constantly trying to grip upon the wheel. Now here I am one hundred thousand years trying to reach for the wheel but I can't because my hands are tied upon my back. I'll just sit here watching my life happen, hands upon my back. Living a life of eternity is not so good when your hands are tied upon your back.

Scruffy hair and a broad blue face. Saddened eyes and a confused mind. Shallow whispers and chest pains. Those rivers are now flowing on his face taking away his spirit. Tear drops they are. One by one here they come, running away with his spirit. Here they come one by one, softening his face. They chose him first but I do indeed believe that your next. Run and hide but they'll always find you and they'll stick to you till you tear them off. And when tear them off, off with it will come part of you.

Thrashing and ripping at you and twisting your stomach muscles. That's what stress does. No blue sky's today but a instead a sky of fire and death.A thrashing rapid build up of staggering cacaos. Scream inside but no one will hear. Red in the cheeks and blue inside, muscles ripped and heart upside down. What a maleficent thing stress does. So staggering and
yet it crushes you slowly with somber waves of gloom and doom.

Water falls and exuberant mossy hills rise and fall across the horizon. Grey and purple have toned the sky. A smoky fog hangs in the air and all is still. Peace.Peace.Peace. Stars are enlightened by the dark dusk coming upon them . Each star containing a electrifying  glow illuminating the somber sky. The sky now is crawling with a chill and the sun that once beat down on you is now silent and still, caressing the sky with tones of darkness. Darker and darker and darker the sky becomes. Somber waves of the near by ocean calms your mind.
Dandelion flowers and purple tulips fill the fields. The somber night has gone and now morning has arrived.