your flavor is acidic,
sharp & sweet like lemonade,
& we play a symphony
with violin-hearts,
resonate.

you are the moment of rest
between every breath;
you’re there when you’re not,
I’m lost
when you leave.

where dreams and life collide;
leave your weary bones behind
time has it’s own heartbeat;
every gear will turn, in time

do you have your wits about you
when you climb into your bed?
do you pray for better days
as you try to clear your head?

we are all the same someway,
i assure you.
though we try to find a way
to ignore the truth.

as the huddled masses gather
and try to find their grace,
they tell of one to saves us,
to take us from this place;
but somehow still the tears, they fall
and they gather by the graves
of the ones that never made it,
introduced to unexpected fate

where have we gone?
where are going?
you can’t it take it from us
please, don’t take it from us.

not this.

cerebral collation,
the flesh of gods;
in amiable display
of communion.

communion of worlds.

raptured in a savor
of unity; unbounded
within our ceremony.
to unearth
the creed
of man
and beast.

the world around me is changing,
gaged to see if i keep up.
I tend to think the ground is sinking,
so i’ve buried all my luck.
but gears are shifting,
though it is not time that they must keep;
[but] machinery of dreams
when i should hold the hand of sleep
into a place where no one
could have ever even known
the shades of every color
that now decorate my soul.
the spectrum of the source
now shining through
to make me whole,
I reach beyond dimensions;
make the light into my home.

in what archaic light
might i be made to be seen pure?
when shadows will not taint
the progress of a life reborn
& what projection may impart
the whole of what i truly am?
in what dimension might we see
outside of where the fringes end?

to recognize a truth
how can we say we know it’s path?
when even light may bend and ruse,
deceive the structures of the past.
to awaken any hope,
hold fast to faith in what you know,
but even that is made like sand
elapsed, with no hands made to hold

unbound by words or thoughts alone,
the spirit flies above the sea
& language foreign to the earth,
can somehow now make sense to me.
the ancient life, known before birth,
the way we were before;
is somehow still a flick'ring flame
that burns forevermore.

so cast your burdens to the wind
that carries our hearts home.
a vast new force from deep within
has overturned all stones.
within the currents,
all encompassed progress, not our own.
as galaxies may shift,
so may all hearts become one home.

beyond the ticking of the clocks,
i am undressed and out of touch.
embracing only fleeting thoughts
and the sound of my own breath.

yet there you stand in candle-light
with your hands upon your breast
and what a strange, familiar sight;
to know what lies within that chest.

the morning, oh she cries to come
awaken me from weary dreams,
without that lover’s heartbeat hum
i wish was resting softly, beside me.

a shivering reminder of the things I’d done before,
the man that had been buried is protruding from the floor.
awakened by the stirring of the sounds that had been made
the man I thought was dead, it seems, may now be here to stay.
his tender wounds beneath the skin are still trying to heal;
but the vessel cannot heave the weight, the blood cannot congeal.
this man the world has made of me is not who I’m to be,
the gangling creature looming in the shadows over me.
not quite a demon, nor a guardian of any sort;
this mimicry of me is now beginning to contort.
a mockery of what once was, I must confess, it’s close.
to the impression i must make, when feeling quite morose
...
but once I can transform my heart to harbor in its plight
the center will unfold and be revealed within the light.

I watch the lines gently divide
and slowly make my way inside
the fringes of this path of time
that I have called my own.

I chase my dreams with certainty,
but what will come to be, will be
unchanged by what I choose to see,
unshaken by my goals.

with wond’ring eyes i come to find
that what was once clearly defined
is now a figment of my mind,
that dreams have surely grown

i’ve made my own reality,
now casting blame unto the sea;
it's swallowed by eternity.
the tides forever rise.

knowing
that i am                                                               ­                           and you are
here                                                         ­                                           there
is
sad
because
time flies so quickly when you are beside me,
but seconds
pass as hours
when you are not.

ten thousand suns
could not shine through
all of the ****
that i’ve been through
but still ten thousand stars
bow to **one mind

in perfect motion, lost in time,
I subdivide the outer lines.
the enigmatic parallax;
dilation of the centered mind.

microbial in grander schemes,
my breath is born to exit me,
inhale the holy entity;
become the dreams
in vivid scheme.

intrinsic shapes of destiny
envelop my entire being;
a calculated entropy
that grants subconscious unity.
magnified, this smoke will bleed
into my every living deed,
tied into every breath i breathe
I stretch my being; exude peace.

I’m only what I dream to be,
as I ask myself to pray for me.

the bread alone must be devoured,
we swallow all our sins
to feed the purple petaled flower
blossoming within.
with roots that mingle with the trees;
come see my holy shrine
I've brought my hearts deep rhythmic beat
to this plane from my mind.
as moonlight penetrates the soul,
the blue eye illuminates;
behold the great concentric hole
found in all shadows wake
cyclonic swirl can welcome home
the sines that hold our place
the frequency disruption rolling,
shaking time and space. 

I've made it real, I have become
the great creations eye.
beyond the dam is liquid thought;
and my veins contain the rise

galactic arms reach out to give
connection to the streams,
great consciousness possessing
every molecule unseen.
binary skin peels back to show
the crystal prism form
as light pervades from every space;
perceptions are adorned.

the calmest storm you've ever seen
will surely make its path.
I've witnessed all that's come to be
through proper eyes at last.

everything that is eternal
I hold endlessly internal
connected to the great procession,
angles came to reach full circle.
the adviatic mystery 
 is humming deep within my being
penetrating masks of fear
and bringing forth the truths I see.

approaching what was meant to be, 
a sense of self pours out of me.
intensified perplexity
contorting your peripheries.
you don't believe that I can be
this massive creature that you see,
with eyes as big as saucers,
picking up the light that
flickers behind skin.

with wishful hope of staying centered
swaying gusts of my endeavors
seek to settle down forever,
as the selfishness dissolves.
I have broken down the walls
that separate myself from you
as shifting earth will still revolve, 
wholesome love is the only truth.

& I love you.

rising from the bottom of this sea
is the bubble of my next breath
contorting itself into smaller beads
of possibilities,
rising to meet the plane of release
beyond the glimmering surface.
in angelic exodus, blood leaks
from my heart to fill
the lonely corridors
of this vessel. 

my thoughts stir like static,
white noise channeling the great beyond,
with no form to settle into.
the mirrors lie.
no hominid can contain this.
there is much more behind my eyes
than there is
in front of them.

each moment perceives new ecstasies through me,
as vision locks on every shifting road
still leading home, most fervently.
percolated dreams reveal
the seeds that have been well concealed.
as each moment waves so delicately
mimicking a cloth in the breeze,
in the breath of an exhale 
a future is foreseen
within me.
ॐ
boiling from me is
the steam of my awareness,
as the torch within now flares.
flowing gently into the air I breathe,
consciousness solidifies chemically;
vibrant harmony extends,
as minds eye stares.
at this place inside me
where I will dwell eternally,
embracing all I've made.
despite a razor thin gaze,

all roads lead home.