Existing patterns are eternal
        Inviolate laws of reality!
A common childhood logic
        Dispelled in life's maturity.

But wisdom comes not
        Bound amongst the years,
And often delays appearing
        Imprisoned by unshed tears.

Painful and repeated errors
        Foul the spirit's song,
Where amidst life's travels
        Shall truth's light dawn?

Infinite the human saga,
        Unknown the full disparity,
A thousand diverse reflections
        Impact the visions clarity.

To willfully sponsor change
        Arrives peculiar to each,
Freely we then learn
        What change may teach.

she hated me because
i left her naked
with a bunch of *******

i am here now
where are you
it don't matter
we are all one

we smoked a cigarette
who cares
we did not smoke a cigarette
who cares

hair is universal
sometimes
deformities are common
we are it

i never met
a reality
i only see
my own perceptions

a cigar is just a cigar
except in dreams
where is the answer
is a malformed question

to see all is to know all
i see perceive nada
i know
nada

i except my nada
as nada
i love nada

You love words that bark from the page and bite
The cortex to scattered shredded bits of
Chemistry spanning the human sea of
Thee entire depth and width and sheer height
Of thought foaming to consciousness in i
After i replete with pain imputed
Continuity fable that is dead
Weight forever till dropped from lapis sky
Calm and silent background to all motion
Real or make believe vibrations empty
Form solidifies into the whinny
Of a random horse clomping the streets in
Conditioned captivity with truly
No end to the ignorance but to see

If you die, you shall surely be reborn.
A finger pointing to what? You always
Say these words with seeming knowledge of ways
Divine, but i sense the hollow forlorn
Timber of your voice praying for support
To self existence. You want what again
Comes to be to be YOU! Without this boon
In mind your small now trembles at the root.
As does mine. The answer still unknown i
Think for most earthly walkers will take shape
In all perhaps, or not. But the late great
I continued throughout time seems a lie
To this simple form, that's lit from somewhere to
Cast its shadow on the fabric of you.

the glassy grasshoppers shatter
when bitten       with straight white teeth
chilled yellow peach pulp       a glacier
low blond table wood       biting silk liquid
fresh hyacinth       jasmine
music       plunk on plunk
pearl skin       soft cloud
rose petal       lips

the earth presses upward to my feet
my joints align to the core
gravity on bones caress of the way of flesh
soft breeze in long beard such a powerful kiss