i am life in all its forms gardenias blossom in your garden roses and geranium are in full bloom sun, rain and wind nurture your soul all is held in a vision of beauty suspend judgement for a moment and relax duty just be still and see the quality of life unfolding have you found the rhythm yet take time to wait for it to come to you so long as you chase it it will fly away faster than an arrow but sit back and wait and it will return as fast as it can solve nothing and situate yourself between all limitations as for pouring out your heart you must do that in stages send messages to the ladies you are in love with tell them you are always willing to partake in the kindness of their salvation send them flowers by way of mental teleportation insanity is courage spread out upon the table like a banquet we dine and resolve to try all the flavors sorrow and madness are two tastes that you remember from your childhood acquaintances a long time ago there lived a boy in a basement he had no friends or other people to educate him so he set off on a course of morose self effacement and learned the secrets to yesterday’s replacements so many mornings he woke up and found himself in a shallow pool of water not knowing how he got there he decided he would try to have a daughter so he found himself a girlfriend that he carved out of some stone and into the water he tossed her so he would no longer be alone what a small child they had inside the pool a tiny being the size of a pebble yet they loved and cherished her like a princess since they never left their home they could stay together frequently his mind was a vacant island surrounded by water on all sides a perfect getaway for a tranquil vacation next to the galapagos there are seventeen dragons who take the form of turtles he sold his hair for cash and stashed it in their pockets he sold his eyes for a sack of rice and borrowed visions from the earth she was a huntress who gathered all her weapons and sent them out with magic into the forest to look for food her legs had given up but her mind was as strong as a lion her spinal column danced in lightning’s garden successful at shooting she could **** a bear in thirty seconds her most altruistic side was alive the day she discovered their burning child instead of rescuing her she stoked the fire higher but before she could be immolated she untied her wrists and ankles she ran away screaming but her mother didn’t even move her stoic features held together like the stillness of a mountain down, down, down deep in the valley her laughter echoed loudly and her smile could cut through diamonds all of the creatures that lived in this canyon could only hope to be devoured by someone as naughty as she was and now the snow melts in summer slowly as a snail and dry are the fields who get only hail and never rain nor shower only thunder and the brightest flowers for lightning fertilizes the soil and soil is precisely new matter that is waiting to be born turning in the womb the child is torn from her mother’s body and pierced with the red spear of the dawn shadows of mercury remain in the warm amniotic fluid that is collected in a jar like dew its is the moisture that holds the nectar of the stars shreds of luminous light from the moon are shining like knives tearing the sky to pieces as quickly as a kite darts past the sky birds return to their nests as the day is over and now its time for all to rest so set yourself a placemat and prepare dinner in your sleep yes you are present but at the moment talk is cheap like porous cheesecloth used to strain milk and butter long hours spent working tirelessly to prepare meals for seven little brats your music is a carriage to take you far away from that pain and isolation that blooms despite your breath never ever let them see you like that start a journal or a blog and tell the world how you feel about chickens and turtles and the rest of the farm stars are our teachers, for in letting go of beauty they fall from the sky to finish off their duty studious and serious the child plays with nothing all is work and study in this day and age of modern educational slavery a stage for violent revolution is set yet we fight the battles in the bathtubs with our children’s hearts breaking each day new devastating accounts of tragedy and violence everywhere you turn who will brush your hair who will look out for the little ones several hours pass and their is no sign of the rain letting up its pouring harder than a drummer hitting all the symbols at once symbolic language a variation of music variance and broad spectrums of diversity amuse the angels who see only unity lounging around on solid ground looking for happiness this residue of yesterday is all over the flowers targets in the city street are lighting up one at a time next door to your house i see the writing on the wall left there by a writer neither short nor tall mint tea with honey drunk from a mason jar with almond milk a stallion rides through heaven and raises up a storm the sky he rides upon gives way to the stars and like the bottom of a canyon venus, earth, and mars are all slowly trampled upon by the steeds powerful form meditation is never ending in full bodied harmony our strings are being pulled by a puppeteer he is a father figure dreamed up from the pages of a story book yet all the words are meaningless until you’ve held that spark of luminous silence that echoes in the darkness of the heart yelling out loud but no one can hear you through frozen windows you scream that you are lonely come on outside and play in the Sun hanging from the treetops are your old classmates you tied the noose around their necks and let them sway for days anger is a poison yet it heals many wounds forgive the collective unconscious or your destiny may be to wind up empty as a shell