The mazy pattern spins upon
The murky enclosure.
The process emerges as
Watery words written, interlaced,
Across the fleshy frame.
A fleeting impression of
Ephemeral inscriptions
Dancing and enticing my mind
To immersed submissions.
Anxious pulse slows,
Cooling blood flows
In sympathetic resonance;
My breath lilts, feathery,
And the room, lustrous, grows.

As light surfaces, giving
Clarity to the liquid lexis
That swirls around, I begin
To see the hypnotic signs,
Coaxing my soul
To a heady delirium!
But the ethos is pure alterity,
And the shapes start to change.
The fluent verses that encircled me --  
Messages of reassurance,
Poems of perpetual peace,
Prompting me to repose,
Calling me to release --
Now shift and bleed
Into a color-blur, so strange!

Once recognizable,
The patterns now appear as
Iridescent waves of a gnosis, primordial.
The intuitive takes hold.

In this floating state of acceptance,
Those dreamy streams pull me to Elysium:  
Visions shimmer of verdant gardens unending,
Acoustics of astonishing life
Jabbering in response, ascending!
The proud Peacock stands,
The wild Quetzal soars!
Is this moment virtual? Is this identical?
I am drawn into a dreamland
Carried from my sentient core.

All will to resist dilutes to
Diffuse and opaque defection.
The eternal elements of existence
Intrude and disperse any mean ambition.

Breath. Sight. Vibration. Light.
Bathed in a serene sea my soul would chart.
Knowledge without thought.
Instinct without provocation.
Flight within the cavernous enclosure
Of my trembling heart.

I am in balance above the abyss,
I am a fixed crystal corpus.
The liquid lyrics of Supreme love
Are interlaced and have become
A spark of pristine existence.
Miraculous codes of new life branch forth
To a seminal universe of expression.

From that murky domain, the excellent
Utterance of my existence becomes clear.
The gospel of the soul’s translation sends its
Proclamation when the muse appears!

How I fell down the stairs of Elysium was when I fell in love with her.

I rest beneath the spreading bows,
an oak, ancient in in life, in the living
earth, wise in the ways of growing. Wheat
surrounds us, I and the tree, together an island
amid the shifting gold, swaying in a gentle breeze,
born of the hazy south, warm and kind. The sun shines
down, as it sinks to meet the flat horizon, and fall beneath
the world. Clouds streak the sky, as the blue yields to the gold
of sunset. The birds are singing. And I wake, to behold the dawn,
and I hear the birds singing, as they too wake with the light.

I wish to go home were I'm protected from life's downfalls.
To journey across the seven seas
While I'm in sadness counting all my flaws.
The weight of the planet's heartache and harm is bleeding.
Angels smile down as the demons look up, while plotting and feeding.
Dreaming every night of this place.
One could only pray of such a heavenly space.
We must work for it, put all this turmoil aside.
Lift our chests up and remember we have pride.
No matter what time it is, I'm willing to fight against the fire.
Vampires exist mind you they prey on our souls, this hour is dyer.
Lets build a new empire.
One that represents the human kind.
Lets all be kind
To one another, without jealousy or lies.
Shady plans as they whisper behind your back.
The love they show on the outside means jack.
Allow me to return to the vision seen.
A wonderful ground surrounded by nature and a useful team.
Imagine if every person just experienced the spark.
Point the bright torch at the furthest wall, its a bit too dark.
I see it in the distance.
Look at the state of the world.
Turn their money into power for our resistance.
pledge your allegiance to the mighty fight.
So we can all one day reach the land of the light.