When more isn't enough,
consider less.

"It's all good: I know how brains work..
..well, I know how they can not work."

Every time you
tap another key,
post another word,
give me more stanza,
you sink deeper,
place your heart
on the line
with mine.

'Cause I read
everything
you put out
& I imagine
your delicate fingers
tracing my own stories
of loneliness &
broken hearts.

You're so fine,
a genuine poet.

If your problems are turning themselves into menacing clouds of steel
Go outside and realise how simple life is
The plant runs on a wheel of four beautiful seasons each bringing a wonder
Nature wavers in harmony with humanity
Even in our ironed out wilderness the concret rivers are a dancing ground for birds who put their fate in God alone
Iron boxes sit under selected trees in front of doors with untold stories to millions only in the minds and hearts of a chain of friends
The network of earthling life is relatively uncomplicated each soul singing a note in part of an awesome chorus.
Sometimes you just need to sit back and listen

Won't you shotgun blast me to the face?
Though do tell, don't I make you celestial?
-It's my specialty,
Spectacularly, I see you dancing in the clouds
Spectrally resembling and unsettling
An unfurling semblance of reality

Breathe in me, Goddess of my dreamscape
Eclipsing my fate and alleviating waking life
Admirably divine,
A collision of concupiscent melodies
As we perennially intertwine among stars

I have but a smatter of the angelic tongue;
The language of angels, archaic and foreign as the morning sun
It's to you I posit the following query:
Should I for one be ecstatic or pragmatic,
When the voice of God speaks to me only in static
I choose to believe but this troublesome quarry is all too problematic
My philosophy and logic quarrelsome emphatic
Psychosomatic and impractical

Maybe it's the infrequency with which I tune my internal radio;
And maybe I'm not listening
Or maybe it's really true what Nietzsche touted so many moons ago

I beg for sacrament
But partake in sacrilege
If its true that Soul is eternal
Or even existential
What is the sake that merits mine salvation
If I can't save even those I hold near and dear from being of Self mind
Fallacy of ego.
Global enslavement.