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.

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.

My porcelain body crashes.
Light explodes for infinity.
Silently expanding on the dust of the revolving universe.
Vibrating against time.
Golden light specks charge the black void, powering stars and planets.
A blue flame blooms across the universe.
I am
falling off my feet
into another world
one that goes beyond
me
beyond
you.
In the silence of the night the wolves of the cosmos howl like stampeding thunder.

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.

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!

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!!!!!!!

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.

A falling tear in my dream
Tells me she's not real
Another tenant for my waking thoughts

A perfect snapshot of her smile
Lost in a twinkle of time

Spilled dreams washed up shore

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.

Every now and then
A thought
Interludes
Inside of us.
Lingering orchestral emotions stranded on the deaf note of darkness.
All this in the final exhale.

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.

We are here in this time
Not that time
Nor any other time
But this time

Some where vivid in my dreams
Is a clock
Set for ever

When I wake up I will not know of
Time
Space
And my dreams

But only of you

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.

Shape the world
don't let the world shape you.

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
That
C
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      U              

M
         B
L            
E  
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Away.

Sand of stone.

The wind bellows and blows

Sands into the waste lands.

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.

When you come up too fast and your breath leaves you.
Your mind spins round.
Sirens flooding out white noise.
Nothing really matters as you trip over yourself.
Majestic space collecting itself.
Back to the never ending repeat beat.
Eight track dusty film reeled up in my head.
Electric jolt, slap my face.
Reality cracks and the clocks going back.
Little bites at a time.
Time.
Free fallin'
Never stopin'.
All the way,
full throttle into the great white nothing.
Into the era of no escape.