My body burns
From the trail you left
As you blazed your way
Across my soul
Creating a roadmap of  
All the places you've been
All the parts of me that you know
Allowing me the knowledge
That I've pulled myself together
Complete ... making myself whole
While my body burns with the  passion Causing  my soul to glow
From the warmth of your smile
That will always warm my heart

Nobody lives
In the Here and Now
We live in a past
As it rips and trips
It's way
Through a future
Like an arrow through air
Never actually existing
In any absolute
Parameter
Of space or time
Hurtling through
The ever-present
Modulating waves
Of the eminent existence

Like the  waves
Of water of an ocean
Upon meeting its own
Inevitable resistance.   
 Zone  
The  rocky shores up ahead

With nowhere to continue
Falling back
In futile retreat
Absorbed
Battered
By a past
Catching up at last

As the once
Forward-thinking
Now..... Ever  shrinking
Mind
Of the actual
Factual
Suddenly reactional
Mortal
Who's
Primal human thoughts
That were
In the millionth
Of a millionth of a billionth
Of  a second
scattered
When they were splattered
Upon
Slamming headlong
Into the time wall of Eternity
Like the seawall of an ocean where the Timeless spirit lives
Spinning out Reams and reams of time to be flung
Blown Away in the nothingness
Smiling as it works
time and time
Forevermore
listening to the past
As it
crashing upon the shore

Draped across my consciousness
Like a poor and lost.. discarded raincoat Dripping incessent puddles on the ancient floorboards
That gather as they run the cracks
Forming a mystic moat
That surrounds the outer bounds
Of the sad and crumbling Castle
Once built by the sheer force of imagination
Back when nothing held the reins
And the Spirit Ran wild upon the Nation Now in fear we seek to wall the border Bar the windows ..chain the doors Keeping out the rebel forces
Closing in the choking air of despair Reliving bygone glories
Of those Fairytale  stories
About when we once led
The armies of unconventional thinking That sought to expand the borders
Not let those moat puddles
Start us sinking
We once took pride in keeping the castle walls plied
With the hope of fresh new mortar
Walls keep dangerous out ?
Hear me .. yeah maybe so
But a stagnation Nation
Reaches no new elevation
Past being draped across the conscience Like a poor , lost and discarded imagination
Torn down .... by the sheer force of trepidation