who knew that in about
4 years time,
10,000 years lost in
10,000 multi hued tears,
id be on the same trip-
dancing to the same
shimmering inner grove as before-
braiding fresh cut
delicate genital-hands, unfolding in prayer
into my subconscious mind
or perhaps into my hair-
saving colored prism fragments
of knowledge or nonsense-
incense smoke into the
deep throated green streaked
that are my lungs-
spinning vinyl, spun mind
through string music-
contemplating the sunset's sweet
immaculate form, reoccuring
and balancing itself right outside my window-
dressing in shells, bones,
and beads; kaleidoscope fabric dripping from
the breasts like mother Kali in a Fellini
peeping out at heads slinking down
the stoned pavement streets-
my hairy angelic form grooving
body flung, strung out in
hot patterns of
mirrored arms and legs-
brain brew bubbling; wicked, fantastic-
limbs waving and grabbing at
tangible tasty morsels,
smelling strongly of indigo
the East smiling on me and
my intrepid journey to the ocean city-
head thrown back in
pipe smoke curling like
ancient hound howls from the corners
of my lips-
smiles spread like insanity, a wicked disease
lost in the forgotten finger painted
confounds of creamy
opiate milk consciousness-
basking in lamplight
of the golden glistening
From one thousand mountains the hawks flights are gone
Soaring freely & thinking clearly through the clouds in the sky
Not looking back persevering to fulfill the dreams
The dreams aren't solely an illusion in the mind
But a preview of future times
For the reality in the hawks mind is dreams of happiness
Clashing between difficulty & a paradox of what is seen & what is not seen
What is believed has 20/20 vision
A clear sight with no eyeballs
But a driven mind with great visual
Anticipating the future of success
Feeling blessed and alleviating stress
Persevering and passing all the tests
What lies is the wind which is the past
Securing things of desire at last
Achievement is a good friend
Resulting in a fulfilled end. . .
When I close my eyes to sleep at night,
I see you lying there,
alone in bed so far away,
it just doesn't seem quite fair.
If wishes worked like magic,
that's not what I would see.
For you would be much closer,
lying next to me.
Your head would be upon my chest,
your leg draped over mine.
Softly, you'd be sleeping,
and life would be just fine.
And as I drifted off to sleep,
your arms would hold me tight.
Together we would dream the truth,
of this and every night.
That this is how we're meant to be,
Just look at all the paths we took,
each other just to find.
She was about adventure,
Sun shining on her face,
Flowers in her hair.
But she was stuck,
Dreaming of big cities,
New York, San Francisco,
Dreaming of walking in the rain
Down a busy street
With no umbrella,
Dreaming of the days where
Everything would fall into place.
She liked to dream of better things,
While stuck in a dead beat town.