These empty spaces
Live to be refilled!
As cogs parade alone along
The paths they've drawn across the courtyard
Crowds coagulate and test
The patience of the ape--
And all the while
With this casual smile,
It is not in my heart to scream,
But as I dream I rue the sins of the bored;
These wasted spaces simply dying to be explored
At least when fires flood the crowded
Roads, the ones that go beyond
The guardrails may still be alive
And living life beyond the pale of
Settlement where sinners die

Those who face arena fights
Each night against their brothers and their
Mother Earth will be the victims
Of their own atrocity--
The boredom of the quivering mass of
Blindness stumbling o'er itself each moement
In the overcrowded streets.

Outside there's a planet breathing,
The heathens lock me up inside,
Docking nature from my daily point of view.
Out there, forms, existing, hide
And never grace perception for we
Victims of our sin.
Some of us learn wonder
From the books and screens ubiquity
Would have us think are real,
Are all there is to know
Out in the sprawling urban world.
But somewhere past the city walls
The planet vibrates, oozes
While the monuments to modern man
Stand idly in the *******.

All around you
Digging outward from having done,
Ghosts and UFOs,
Witches and more
Share their secrets for once,
In a frank and unsettling manner
Weaving a textured foam atop everything
Wherein it could slip through the fans
And a miracle mirror directed the traffic
Formulas back to the state of banality
And ****** rhymes restore the mystery of synchronicity
While urges and desires shape our destinies for a while
An expectation of death blisters our emotional spores
And sensations that take no name become manifest
And the overwhelming desire to become
Is the stemsational masterwork

He played beneath the skies of a dragon commander
Blissfully ignoring the ominous.
His fate was sealed and he
Was seeping through the envelope
His cloak was flowing briskly
And it hid an endless sea
Of casual feelings of casualty.
The spirit of the proceedings
Heeded his untimely departure
While he stood stoic sternly
Establishing the mood.

And all the polar vapors
Kept the Contrast open wide
While the elemental fibers
Crept inside him while we died
And the journeys going on outside
Cast shadows on the spring
As the chambers resonated with the
Words that he did sing
And the lookers on reported
How his heartache broke the scene
And the specters there presenting
Seemed to billow from his dream
And the lights that flash behind him
Signal monsters from above
To attack the emissaries
In their castle walls of love
While his smile keeps us hoping
For another moment more
Underneath his cool umbrella
In this never-ending war.
Here chameleons can fool us
If we listen to their lies
But this music keeps us safe
And it keeps open all our eyes

Freed from his dependence on
Existing through a replicated
Version of the world in which he
Hoped to be enlightened,
He began to morph into a
Different kind of creature, as if
Something deep inside him was
Exploding from within.
Somehow this new creature
Reunited his sensations
With the realm of the ideas
Which he imagined in his head.
Somehow this new creature
Boiled over with emotion
Overwhelmed by all the beauty
It perceived in its new world.
Something in humanity's
Capacity for love and all the
Clockwork which connected all the
Matter in existence, from the
Moment of conception to the
Day we kick the can,
Captivated all the molecules
Of his imagination and
Aroused all the receptors of
Sensation in his mind;
Sensation, which he knew now to be
God's true incarnation, from the
Knowledge he'd attained from having
Met his God in person.
So all of this emotion,
Which was all that from within him
That he knew to be the truth
Was too exploding out from in.
So endlessly he channels
Out through portals to the outside
World of stimuli which in return
Rewards him with sensation

He runs away and she will sulk behind
Until he stops to look and cannot see her there
He gets distracted by the dancing passion by the road
And lets her gain on him until she finally touches him
He pulls away and sees an avalanche collapse
Into the empty space he leaves behind
And when she weeps for him he sees his God, beckoning again
And in his awe and fear, he makes love to her again
Their fire blinding and erratic
And by the time he wakes and God is shining everywhere
Instead of right into his eyes,
He is cosmically relieved
And naked he awakens her
They fix each other up
And face the next day born again

The leaves parted
Pirouetting to the ground
And out he steps
Shaking spider webs from underneath his armpits.
He holds down a limb
And peers into the place he hid
And hears it call him back.
So he turns to see a world
That had forgotten him
But as it sees his cool visage
It crowds the city streets
And cheers for his parade at every corner.
And so he said,
That he would one day be again
For now he stews within the fires of
A world of solid walls.
So he crumbles back in shape
And stands alight for just a moment
Till his duty calls
And he is ****** back into hiding
Where there is no life
For him, though many say they see it there
It is the prison walls
That so occlude his sight that he be blind.
And with that moment of
Rekindled embers in the fire pit
He came to life again,
And warmed the hearts of those who once knew him
He washed away the past's foul taste
And brought anew the esoteric harmony
That so eluded us without him