i see i saw i
thought of a cold winter storm
deer tracks in fresh snow

no awareness time
is meaningless as i think
random perceptions

i know it exists
in a realm beyond our time
and teaches us now

tearing of paper
tearing of flesh difference
such sad thing to know

i have been before
in the mind of now yet i
exist in future

my mind was just stuck
thinking of you again so
i happily dreamed

the demon dog is
vengeful with it's teeth biting
malevolent now

i do not know what
day it is is that good or
bad i do not know

fine gold horizons
to destinations unknown
all is just as is

saw discharge papers
of life happy occurrence
getting ready now

i saw a vision
or reality squirrel
sitting still on grass

i am hard gladdened
warm calm wind flows through my soul
my eye see's it's last

empty black beans can
full of cigarette butts the
smell is unnoticed

white pettles on ground
heavy trees with rain present
path i now do walk

im dreaming of the
future past present and a
nother dimension

my opinion i
don't care what you think i could
be wrong hahaha

ignorance teacher
of humanity pain and
suffering a tool

the brain perceives by
habituation unless
we choose consciousness
in the moment

i am not thinking
clearly no more drinking does
a toll on my mind

i aint afraid of nothing
   but myself
myself is all there is

i can see me sometimes clearly
   but mostly
cloud of doubt

called the ghosts of heaven
   to fill me
with all blessings

sometimes see the the devil
   in a fog
of make believe

myself is all there is

what has ever been
that cannot always be known
meaningless questions

something refracts off
of a surface is perceived
by brain equals thought

my blinding fault is
ego i am the greatest
maker of mistakes

math opinion
mind opinion yet is
opinion is
created by one

haiku 24/4/1b

you responsible
for random people or not
hmmmm

here i am wanting
poetry waiting for light
please gently touch me

maths reality
concept of human minds that
reaches imagines
einstein not

source infinity
in your minds mental construct
as real as color

how does the poem
write itself in human mind

if a pleasant thought
enters your mind do not sell
it for excitement

the processe of the
manufacture of thought is
unknown to us all

electromagnetic
brain electromagnetic
wires figure it out

universe of thought
unconscious known
world is

hello I see you not
we are here
walking somewhere
my imagination

i play rufly for
a minute gently as you
wish touch me softly

a tear in the mind

dog is mans best friend
tries to teach us but we do
not listen wisely

there is an answer
foretold to all you are the
question and the mind

obscure and abstract
memories of love so soft
i just walk to you

the wonder of the
universe is you

the reason why is
an opinion that flows in
human consciousness

learning from mistakes
definition reality

oh the little fists
happened again this time she
tried so hard to not

i am small knowledge
person yet i see the whole
universe as we

i know i never
saw many things see few things
small knowledge enough

large round red puddle
blood of the dog that bit me
i do feel better

cognit discontent
cognition desire
the mother of movement
so says amoeba

the generation of knowledge
a task an event a time period
birthed in ignorance
no future thought just now
over and over creation here
the window of memory closed
on the thousands who first
built fire understanding nothing
except burnt fingers smokey eyes

someone asked me if
i was a robot writing
i do not think so

i is me you are
you they are them together
we are all of us