walk on human eyes
walks around the eyes every day
and every night all the walls of this world
all its circles and all its angles
it's all me and all this is my eyes all this
I and all this are my eyes all this is me and everything
these are my eyes and so it was always and here
every day every day I go
and look only at my eyes only
on your eyes and more only
on your eyes and nothing more and nothing

then on what I write every day then where am I
I go every day that I eat every day
what I listen to every day is what I watch
every day what I hear every day is
about what I think every day is that I'm in the hands
take every day all this is my face and my skin
my eyes and only my eyes all this I all this
I and only I and so will always be so always
so it will always be like this forever and death is me
but death eternal life eternal life eternal life
the eternal transition is all this I am all this I am all my eyes

26.09.18

I wake up with a heavy heart
Ragged breathing and hidden scars

Inhale, exhale, repeat
I chant to the silent beat

I looked around from left to right
And realized I want to fight

Fight for you, and fight for me
And all the things that we could be

rip my heart with your beauty
then sew it together with the thread of
our love

and there were pyramids all around
on this strange love day
and I remember the mountains and they were
were they and then with me
and the glasses fought against the dishes
something strange was not so then
but it passed but it was gone and always
and maybe it was not at all ever

and the pyramids surrounded my walls and spirit
and what is the spirit like not sand
and the water spun in a huge waltz
a waltz of words perhaps I will say in waltz
dreams I'm about to say
after all darkness and sun and night and day
and dull fog lights around
it's also heaven it's the same hell
but is not this all love

10.09.18

By Arcassin Burnham


Lawless system , in my mind , slowly
tweaking , I can't imagine this would be.

Cemented to everyone, I always lock
myself in a four wall room, look at me.

Starting to , think that everyone, in
America are all just crazy , maybe.

All of these hateful privileged people,
Terrorize me , messages are memory.

You do you,
I'm not made to be rude,
People here will assume,
I'll be away from here soon,
You do you,
I'm not made to be rude,
People here will assume,
I'll be away from here soon.

/

What more can I say, I'm artistic,
I'm elastic,I'm fantastic,
I am more than just a human meat sack
and,
I see peace , love,
And a journey,
Come and follow me.

What more can I say, I'm artistic,
I'm elastic,I'm fantastic,
I am more than just a human meat sack
and,
You could take this,
Or just drop it off.

Peace , love,
But you just drop it off,
You think these feelings will leave you soft,
Use to think the same way , when it all
started,
And in the end I was not cold hearted.