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Harper Oct 2012
Deep in my bones
In the webs of my soul
Dwells an experience of something much bigger
Hidden rhythm trickling through the flood of love's eyes
My heart melts as realizations collide
Spiraling through creative mind substance
Harmonious abundance
The back of my head
The seek in my bead
My dreams unfolding as we dance with the dead
Feeling the wait of heartache and dreams fade
The seems break
Drowning in words unthought
Language of the mind untaught
Heart strings pulled by moon beams
Seal the reams of each page
Writing away each wage
Are we awakened by our purpose?
Is it love that assures us?
Tip toeing through plastic gardens as not to awaken the true self
Searching the ground for what we know we put on the highest shelf
Maybe it was to keep it sacred
Perhaps by falling into falling out we chose to ignore our highest selves
Shocked by our desire to understand the depths of hell
As we fell attachments released and real ceased from our grasp
Choosing to relinquish with deadly sap
Stuck in this head throb our heart knows and time clocks us out from this doubt
We let it go
We let it go
We let it go
Harper Oct 2012
In the midst of so many in betweens
I am lost drifting in and out of dreams
Weaved by things that ought
Layer by layer I grow higher away from what is knot
Braided together with love and hope
Climbing the ever-living rope
Surrender soap
Cuddlecopia
Formed by unformable fathomed fringes
On the brim of all the hinges
Brought together by eternal singes
The fire in your heart
Ignites your spark
Pumps through your soul piecing together each peace
Constant creative see breeze
Catching waves of wonderous will
Leading each through all their feel
Peeling back attachment
Deja vu forming habit
Drench Remnants Emerging All Mesmerized
Seeing songs unsaught, oceanize
Ocean eyes leaving you caught
In the See
Of all to be, all that ever was
Whirled up we wait
Feeling weight from roots tied together
By seems of forever
Growing
Growing
All ways growing
Harper Oct 2012
Midnight honeycomb
Songs of being alone
Funk chunk xylophone
Ribbons untied
Capsules split by
Things unknown
Rips unsewn
Floating free for all
Casket creep crawl
I dug you out of things too heavy
Too heavy
Too heavy
Broke the levy
We all drown
But the sound of things unfathomed
saved us from ourselves

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