Its much like soul flares,
            When love, escapes your fingertips,
            & that iced cauldron,
             Swishes down your throat.
            Like definitions, of FEAR

We become loose, like gas.
             Lingering above a purple flame,
             Ready for rebirth,
             As a match, begins his nightly routine.
             & ignites destiny, for exploration.

Its much like the ember,
          From a soul's flame.
          When dreams slither beneath your feet,
          & that book of water,
          Slips from your firm grasp.

We become as smoke,
          Emotionless, but furthered,
          To form fires real SELF
          Embracing each breath,
          Spreading into the new blue.

In Society, we blend with motions.
This distance we travel, the face we see.
Some the same, Some Unusual,
Some unaware of anything, but the time, of day.

Careful observations became my critiquing.
Noticeable explanations,
For why someone was a certain way,
That certain way.

We sway and bump, In this
Co-existing crash course.
Soul's with the youngest simple minds.
Learning steps, voice & names.

Reality is the kodak.
The peacefully chaotic dimensions,
   That we eat, sleep & dream in.
Our perceptions, are virtuality.
The act,
   We laminate in the houses & schools we lived in.

Admissible contrasts,
        Becomes the shell of ourselves.
The soul soup & brain food.
The evolutions.

Must we ask questions of our desires?
When it's pleasure is given,
Only to the hands of paitent endeavors.

Our Human form is transportation,
Flipping through these mirrors,
Realm to realm,
Mind to voice,
Voice to earth,
& that's when finally
Earth exists.

It was a dream,
To explore the wines.
The Cabernet Sauvignon.
With a bold fearless taste.
Aged only a few decades.
And in a glass,
The smell of charred cedar,
  Baked currants & Satin pulled sage.
Which was the dripping spirit
of the grape vines.
The passion would be the Saxifrage.
Snowy herbs,
Caught from the coldest flakes,
Of an Artic storm.
The aromas of violets & sweet basal,
Made a home in the burgundy tint.
The dark density spiraled from
The acid in edible fruits.
The golden gooseberry's were a surprise,
A leather flavor,
Which kept you sleep longer in the morning.
The Diamond Creek is a dream.
For dinner, a medium rare, prime rib,
Topped with plum skins
Thick smoke,
& mushrooms from a forest.

I didn't want to leave.
But I woke up anyway.

I grabbed a passing breeze,
Like a word,
       in a thought.

There was a weathered salt,
An old storm,
       in it's taste.

Our Souls are the finest wine,

Exquisite caliber.

The color coded gravity,
After ignition.

It is the brainwaves,
Sending us in search,
Of what we already have.

Gold to the cleanest degree,
An ancient myth,
Symbols of life,
The beginning.

Flawless musical keys merge,
The initiations,
Were only for dreamwalkers.
Eyes of Pharaohs,
Hands of Saints.

Our souls are the closest thing,
To God.

The most exquisite caliber,
Of needle & thread.

I heard from our elders,

                             " To be a GRAND soul,
                                        We are, even without all pieces,
                                 The sum of Ourselves "

The initiation of purpose and fate,
Entangle us,
All poets, to the deepest roots.
A Question that God asked,
Yet, had to seek the answer himself,

You are on a sacred journey,
Ambitious choices.
A fearless entity.
A purified energy, rekindled to teach.

Life,
Is the red morning glaze, in the sky.
A cue,
Buried in the psyche of mankind.
& Death,
Only a beautiful sunset, the deepest.

I heard stories of Egypt
The Afro-Asiatic language they spoke.
Was a type of SOUL THREAD
The people who were left,
Only knew,
what was left of a god.
A life not meant for him,
He serves a bigger fate.
& he knew the troubles.
The war. That was arising.

Praise to understand,
Was a principal.
A devoted remedy,
Civilization.

Who we think we are applys
To who we become.
An untested theory,
A spark,
      in the engine created,
          in the early years of A.D
                before man understood what God lived.

     A Quote from Micheal Meade's "The Water Of Life"
                                 A book on  Mythology.

                                            " When drawn together,
                                Two halves symbolize who a person must be,
                                          Being & becoming who we already are,
                                                      Means accepting certain incurable things
                                           & finding certain indelible Qualities within. "

I was looking for a home,
Those footprints, I left,
Weaving up the road,
Going here, to this platform,
With a sign,
"Wait"

Patience,
Is my essential way of life.
A quiet pulse, melting.
Like candlelight.
I was a reflection of diamonds,
In a fire.
Breathing some magical, kind of way.

I was looking for a life,
Some cabin,
In some forest,
By a crystal clear stream.
     Where at night,
           The moon , buries starlight.

Or a Hut,
Through some Jungle.
Near a desert.
      Where in the mornings,
            Rain showered, for hours.

I was looking for a dream.
A conversation,
With the oracle.
A thread,
Going through some ocean,
On the backs of sharks.

I'm looking for a home,
For some place,
In the mountains,
By a tunnel,
That sunk into a city,
Leading to a door,
That was expecting me.