There are secrets
whispered all around us,
the earth speaks
through her gentle fingers;
the grass
waves in the wind.

We are made
of the same stuff
as mud!
Yet something else
is happening here…

Show me the key
to our consciousness!

Humanity can observe
and pick at the cell,
we can stare at the atom,
the vibrating center
of the universe,
we are getting closer
it would seem,
but we aren’t
going to reach
It.

What if
I told you
It’s all around you,
Just breathing gently.

Relax,
inhale It,
let your consciousness expand
and contract,
all at once.

Set your soul free,
let it wander
gently through the darkness,
towards the light,
yes,
Closer.

See It now?
Glowing in front of your being?

Go ahead and touch
It,
Rub noses with
It,
Put your hands inside of
It.

Yes.

You are
It.

When I go insane
It will be that creeping
brand of madness,
sneaking over my brain
like a cloudy veil.

A whick-whacking creature,
trudging with sticky feet,
forward, forward, into my mind,
a pesky itch just behind
my right
eye socket.

La la la la!

I’ll pace around
grinning and singing.
I’m going to get lost in my head,
and you can too.

didn’t they tell you?
The infinite universe
is inside your head
too—

I want to drop
the fattest bass line
Ever.
So thick that people
are literally shaking,
(lose control of your body,
you won’t need it in this place)

Ka blam!
baby wake the **** up,
**** is about to get

Funky
in here.

It can be a spiritual event,
a bowl of cereal
and cold milk,
Taken with the rising sun.

A moment
of peace and stillness,
A breath
of serenity
Before
The day begins.

It’s a strange relationship,
she waits for me, motionless,
silent,
useless,
perched on a guitar stand
as I sleep and
take care of other daily tasks.

Sometimes I pick her up,
she sits in my lap,
my strong fingers
fret up and down her neck,
I grip her throat
And she thumps back in approval.

It’s crazy to think
I’m literally holding onto notes,
I can feel them beneath my fingertips
(My body’s sensitive place)
trembling in apprehension,
responding eagerly
to my every feeling.

I outline shapes and patterns,
strange looking things
that I’ve come to see
wobbling always
in front of me.

then I set her down
and she is,
once again,
a piece of wood.

I wish that I could go
to this place,
walk around
on the neon clouds,
swim through
that place within all of us.

I’m so happy
that you made this
just for
me.

I feel like a ******* superhero
when I think about You
walking around your college campus,
150 miles away,
your behind shaking back and forth
As if to tell the spectators,
“No.”
Your ******* nod up and down,
Approving your soft face.

The suitors
trail you like butterflies,
proclaiming their love for you aloud
they swim in your wake of sugar,
the place you inhabit
glows with golden energy.

You turn them all down
because for some reason
I am the lucky one.