within reach
he thought as the
  intervals seemed
    to tighten around the
edges, tumbling down the

   rusty velvet sea he was
overwhelmed by the pure
                  sensuality of life and the
                      echo of total silence

nowhere is to be found
       everywhere if you don't
             weigh your attention right

     better off doing nothing to the
         end thought the clownnosed wizard
                 giggled and was gone, off
                                        in the wrong direction
never to be seen again
never to be heard... so
                                        in all modesty we should
                 now and forever concentrate our
                    gaze in the direction of new!
so we lift our glasses in salutation to ... new beginnings!

racing mind in surreal
   unseen battle with
nonrelated assignments as it
        never leaves the path of
        indulgement and presence under the
                    neon lights of the more
                 grungy corners of the soul

        theoretically overturning a
    hopeless truth as the absence of
                           outgoing expectations to
                          undermined memories in
                     glowing pastel colours takes us
             home to where we belong in
                              time for a late breakfast as we
     surrender to beautiful abstract Harmony and inner Peace

monistical transcendents from complex
  algorithms in dancing neosouls
    growing formations of unaware
      intelligent abstract patterns as truth
   conceals the ever evolving dimension of
            another time space feeling
      lumbering freely among the stars

                   Judging by apparence it falls
unnaturally easy for the unconcerned to
         numb the emotions into whatever
    green is at hand as an underexposed
line overreacts as it hurls itself into a verbal
                            echo ...

elegantly hitting enough
      at high speed sent
  time capsules of regret

through the subcontious dreams of
  heroes of long gone as they were
      elevated to familymembers

why... seemed appropriate to ask
                also easy to forget as the
lucky charm of childhood blues
                        lost its effect in *real time

found a lost birds scream
awakened from a dream
of lost red spiders and
autumn sun riders

clinging to walls of
wood, steel and laws
searching for calls of
redemption and flaws

bewinged I take air
in utter despair
lifted by childhood memories

like a red burning flare
I tenderly care
for the emptiness draped deep within us