When the heart is open for everyone

Anyone can come inside and tear it up

But when it's open still

There might just be

Someone in this life who

Feels the same

Who loves you no matter what

Those are the ones who are worth keeping

It's not like I'm counting

But still

If I write misery you'd eat it up,
you'd chew until you couldn't chew,
you'd swallow wouldn't you?

When I write love you have none,
you just become to what you succumb,
several takes away from dumb.

I could chalk it all up to beauty,
but the score board will tell what's there
even without your interventions.

It knows even if you don't.

The human mind

Creates it's own experiences

But who here knows

What it has shown

The mind of man is a fickle thing

It wants to be

What it has always been

My mind would break if I didn't look beyond and experience

Whatever I thought it should be

But further from them

It never broke

It always was

Just a play for the world

Wether in the same place amongst the stars
Or veiled in a reality away
Vexing and churning futures from a far
Indiscernibly so, yet kept at bay

A beauty still that marks time’s passages
Awaiting till we can breathe the relief we seek
I sought answers within the messages
I looked deep with in and I took a peek

known words do fall short; descriptions falter
The mind’s order displaced to understand
This can not be faked, nor lies can cover
The answer never fades and is at hand

Reality proves itself flawlessly
While Being known indiscriminately

Time

Makes you believe

That you were separate

From the rest

But you never really were

Without

Me

Here I am

With the source

Of all things

Ever

But you already knew that

Didn't you?

You came for the experience

Well

I hope your life goes exactly as you planned it

And that no one else's

Perceptions

Gets in their way

If I were to die

Where wouldn't you take me?

Hopefully no place I wouldn't have created for myself

But you know what it's like to live forever

Sometimes you've just got to love again

In relation only to himself
knows only what he can
Or what he thinks he can
Knot
He ties and a boars his prize
The hide
The island man
Has no fear to feast
No rain drops trickle for thirst's being to subside
The island man only has space to confide
Is technology up to its *****?
Does the island mind have enough for needs to be met?
Is there a need yet for island man to have not yet got?
Should island man go and get?
Island man looks for the stars
When he finds them all
Island man knows that they were never really that far
He looks back down on the clouds
And the effervescent ocean that houses his house
Island man finds himself at home
With all the other island people who love him so

In relation only to himself
knows only what he can
Or what he thinks he can
Knot
He ties and a boars his prize
The hide
The island man
Has no fear to feast
No rain drops trickle for thirst's being to subside
The island man only has space to confide
Is technology up to its *****?
Does the island mind have enough for needs to be met?
Is there a need yet for island man to have not yet got?
Should island man go and get?
Island man looks for the stars
When he finds them all
Island man knows that they were never really that far
He looks back down on the clouds
And the effervescent ocean that houses his house
Island man finds himself at home
With all the other island people who love him so

I stare into the dead's eyes

Wondering if they'll ever see

Anything else that's ever been

Well knowing full well

The lights have all gone off

And I'll wonder still

Wondering

Dreaming

To wonder

If it will be

Still

(A meaning less image)

If a picture said a thousand words,
Then I'd write a thousand pictures,

Each one would contain one syllable less then the last
Just so I could get to the nucleus

Of what it truly means to express
Expressionlessness.

A silver fleck breaking off your boutonnieres glitter

Champagne corks flying through the air

The simple silhouette in the night that you admired from your own light

After asphalt sets lays cracked but only recognized from the bumps of your car's suspension shock jostling your system in a familiar way

The mummified remains from a distant star

The polarizing view of the taxidermied and the taxidermist

The curse that you believed

And the curses you believe broken

Cracking open the tomb at dawn

The mausoleum of Rome on fire

The Egyptian eye of Horus in Osiris's head spin

The most reoccurring patterns of intelligence's creation

Premonitions

A meteorite kept inside of a temple

Karma and none other

Star signs and all the constellations forming perspective

Introspection perception

Tarot in a voodoo man's smiling hands

The biggest building you could ever imagine alone on a distant planet's horizon

The souls that wander on and on and never not knowing what off meant

The spirit that rises in the East never knowing what "East" actually was

The museum left for only the dead

The cryptid that had its beheaded be head

The after math when all the numbers stop making sense

The senseless who learn how to make sense all over again

The giants who walked in the titans foot steps

Just to trip at the base of Olympus Mons

A symbol that somebody once believed in

Death by the cross

The others that never knew how good it truly was to get

The Babylon baby born with two heads

Speaking in all tongues

One thinks of the right and the other dreams of left

The picture of Satan next to your God's head

The thing you thought was real

But you forgot you were in a dream too

You awaken to find everything is still always changing around

anew

The simulation within the simulation

The humanoid on display for the world to see

The monster kept at bay from the back of your mind's imagination

Slipping away like a shadow being in the corner of your eye in the morgue

Graves to soon be

Graves that always were

The power hungry politicians who never realized that they were only actually just killing themselves

The tree that bends in half on a fateful day that sets them free

A wiccan praying at their roots

And burning up their leaves

The dinosaur who was mutated and tried to believe

The fish who walked on land first

The personality that has more eyes to see than senses

The universe as it goes in reverse and then irreversed

Little tricks of the mind while you wonder in your wonderings pastime

How the majic monkey paw both manifests and counts

All the faces you've ever been

The very meaning that people truly set their entire lives around turned upside down a generation later

The willingness to commit and the unwillingness to be committed

Little oddities like the mermaid who is more fish than human

Or the moth's mouth that could eat the whole entire world

In a single bite

All the misunderstandings that were ever mistaken

The alien within ourselves

Godzilla in a salty bath tub

And the whole galaxy in a lake

I'll leave it

For more or less

What one decides to take

The only thing

That humans know

That is believed to be true

That they were all alive

And that they will die

So getting you to believe in death

That's the easiest thing

But getting you to believe in something other than life's end

I don't see how that is an impossible thing

Being

Anymore

It's to be experienced

Whatever you want to say

Follows the mind

If you want to be happy

Let it be with love

If you want heaven

Build it now

Don't keep the status quo of less than

Unless your bliss is dwelling

But I'll let you in on a secret

I won't be keeping it

Is it going to hurt?

Yes

Is it worth it?

You better believe it

Listen,

If you were in paradise forever you never would have any triumphs

With no suffering there's no overcoming

There would have been a flatline of mindless bliss

Never knowing why it existed

The light needs the darkness for the light to know that it ever shined

Now hold on because making heaven out of hell is what we do

A better me

A better you

A better new

To be renewed

Making the best out of the imperfectness spreads its impermanence until permanent

Or at least until we go back again

Back to sleep

While thinking we are awake

Never to end

There's nothing

In life

That can't stop

A miracle from happening

Your entire life was one

You should have

Already known that

(Unless you want to ****)

Not trying is right up there within the top of regrets.

Hopefully you live a life,

One you will not want to forget.

No one wants to see themselves die,
but,
yet,
here we all are taking our own pictures.

When it all calls
But no one is present to answer
Because they're fast asleep
Within their beds of blissful ignorances
As time gently closes the door
On their smiling countenances
Forever within the peace
Of their love's slumbering hearts

There is a place amongst the stars

Where the animals dwell

They talk about heaven and they

Talk about hell

When the taste gets old we spit it out

When the child gets told how it's going to go

I don't regret how they will show me up

I'd be a fool to think any other way

Even if it's better

I'll love you forever and I am not afraid

When inspiration strikes
Will you be there to let it in?

I never thought I could meet someone who could touch the untouchable

But here we are making love amongst everything that ever was

The moon radiates into our thoughts imaginations to be held, or better yet to think about what it felt like to have been held and to have held

Inside of the starlight she kisses the discrepancies

And I awake the universe and pour it deep inside of her blush

She loves

But she's afraid of loves love

I knock down the fences until

Love is all that is seen

And as obscene as it sounds

There's no worrying about

The *****

That I've given now

My disorder is like a tree

There’s the trunk, the stability
Attached to it, beneath, lay the roots
That keep it grounded to the earth

Above,

There’s the branches with all their sprouting leaves
Struggling in their many directions at the same time
to grasp at the same thing

The rays,

Like my thoughts reaching out
Trying to understand the complexity
Within it’s beings existence

All the meanings to it’s origin,
It’s seedlings of creation blowing on the wind,
The fruits it has bore,
And the enduring labours that stand in between
What can be
And what will become

The ocean, the air, and the sun

Fall, winter, spring blooms summer

An order within disorder’s cycles

Intrinsically placing its faiths within the nature of it all

And here I rest in the tree’s canopies shade

My mind eases to this space within space

And I can’t help but laugh and cry at the same time

Internet usage is like a labyrinth
That leads your mind’s consciousness
Through its projections.

Stimulating,
Yes,
But nevertheless,
One can hardly resist getting lost
Within its intellectual maze.

Can it be used for beneficial means?
It would be near impossible
To find one who’d disagree.

But choose wisely,
You see,
For what entertains
Posthastes
Life’s wastes.

Know when to disconnect,
Or you may find
You spent your entire life’s time
Lost within its never ending
Vortex of distractions.

You’ll become
Just another one
Of the Spider’s flies.

A victim
Caught
Within the World’s Wide Web.

Just by looking at these words
I impress myself upon you

A cop-out?

Something imaginable to say
Something intelligible

We are one
Why would you try to deny
What you are?