i want to enhance my mind
i like to go to that other place
thought patterns of another kind
outer awareness of inner space

i want to slow down my time
slow the motion of the race
leaving what i know behind
inner awareness of outer space

"What happened, the night She disappeared?"

Time Lapse

The mother, screaming, in her greatest moment of fear,
but all I remember were droplets of tears
by which her make-up was smeared

Police sirens everywhere
Without a clue
            
       ~She,       became      Air~

Absence of Air, suffocated her loved ones
Each day their suffering became ever more great
To the point where their food no longer had taste

Time came and time went
No postcard or even a letter was sent
Gray haired and great stress
But all the mother ever needed was Air to satisfy her hunger for breath

The mother cried and cried

Why did she leave?

Wishing and waiting for Air to come and say hi
Gasping and gasping, the official last moments to all that is life
A final good-bye
And then, she finally died...

As you can see,
Air never came
Air never carried no shame
Air never stayed in one place
Because Air, was never meant to be tamed..

The darkness does not stop
The reckless destruction
Does not deliver us from
The real cold steal devil
It only offers us respite

The night is cool and quiet
Softening the day’s violence

But the heated current
Still cuts through to
The next new day

Coursing copper won’t stop
The electric advancement
The expansion of mansions
And corporate headquarters

Piercing flesh piercing earth
Till both bleed oil
The hot crust touches both of us
And though you strive
To work and thrive
I ride the night to survive
And live a slightly more
Peaceful life

Science is a wonderful thing, it is
Science is here, there, and surrounding all.
From the mines below to the rocketships above
Technology surrounds us, one and all
We have mixed substances to make concrete
And use concrete to create our buildings.  
Science is such a magnificent thing
And for a couple reasons you see.  
Today, lasers that can destroy aircrafts
‘Morrow even colonizing planets
But one thing is true and one thing is real,
Science is really our true compassion.  
As we search for extraterrestrials
As we look towards spatial expansion.

It’s only through a straw that we can view our perspective. I woke up in a haze, like always, it’s like I’ve never known clarity. The beauty of the world was unmistakeable from the general point of view. Anybody can look at the sunset on and clear day to truly believe in the importance of self-expression. These colors reflecting off the sun and energies of our world to transform our reality into a techno color dream that can melt any doubt of reason. But this wasn’t the case today. Today was cloudy. The dreams I woke up into were of fantasy and foe. I travel to a distant place of wild parallel universes, possibilities really. The dream tends to move and shape by my energy or my will. Active energy is what moves this cell. In cells are atoms and the wind is plasma. It is only well known that our conscious minds are in fact the reality that we exist in. That whole sentence can be seen as redundant. Transparently we open up in our own way. Everybody has their heart on their sleeve as a part of nature. Some fail to recognise it. We are still developing and growing. A beautiful transitioning stage in life and evolution. It is the biggest time of advancement in our conscious existence. Roses and flowers is what we are. We grow and bloom in the most beautiful and vibrant motion. Feel amazing, you were born to feel amazing. It is what draws us to life. Plans aren’t real, neither is time or a schedule. We move for existence naturally. You can believe that it’s not about working. You can challenge the reality you have by expressing you energy and activating your mind. The more you open your mind and digest information willingly without instant belief or doubt and concur on your truthful first person observations, you can achieve mental freedom and liberation. Not trying new things hurts you more. You control your survival level to an extent to choose to thrive. Adventure isn’t always risk it is growth. Growth comes from within. You chose to grow. Relaxing, disconnect for a while and fall into your imagination. It’s there for you to use at your free will. It is seemingly infinite. It is beauty in its own form, awaken. Freedom to eat and freedom to starve. Choose time, or choose money, one is freedom.


Cleanse the mind, cleanse the body, cleanse your energy, see clarity, gain perspective, shed layers and realize truth.

1.
One beat at a time,
Sound
Reaching in, pulling your core out
until you are exposed, open,
expanding.
Your chest flowering into eternity with the vibration
Following a stream of being
Mapped out by chords and rests,
pulses, breaths.
The sound navigates you through the waters
Avoiding obstacles
Demolishing barriers and erecting bridges to shores unknown,
so far from home:
Someone else’s epiphany, piped into your lungs and heart.

2.
You’re being pulled out to the event horizon
Stretching towards a black hole
A place of possibilities, not of endings:
Your own boundaries are blurring, erasing.
You, as you float out in space:
You are only your heartbeat, your blood,
life force being pushed forward in time.

3.
The sound
Dissolves your body, shakes apart molecular bonds,
temporality becoming vibration and simple infinity
You are nothing, obliterated
You are everything, integrated
(Perfectly,
Ultimately)
The sound

4.
You find yourself, alive
There in the deep, bass bones of it
And up in the high treble cry of it
And all the substance/flesh/marrow/meat
in between

I catch glimpses
of places visited, made home, rushed past,
or settled upon to stay
within others.

Fragile words, bold thoughts,
color formations streaming
hearts brought forth
reborn from decay

Lovers lightly fanciful
bewitching with Eros
behind novelty movements
at play

Caution
what ifs?
meeting from bridge to bridge
over semblance

Witnessing beauty
quietly withheld in awe
sacredly untouched
among archaic views.

Why is it "American's hunger to move"?

Is it a lack of identity (i.e. being a mixed bag of ancestry such as Germanic, Celtic, Anglo-Saxon) and the search to find one?

Is it something in the land pounded into the earth by the feet of it's nomadic natives long ago?

Is it the near constant expansion since the days of Lewis, Clark, Pike, and Hudson?

Could it be the cyclic disillusionment inevitable in the culture and economic cores of the country?

Is there just too ******* much space?

It would be easy to blame President Eisenhower for the whole thing by giving people a means of traveling the whole country so conveniently in the first place.

But I don't think that is it.

Who am I to know though? I'm not even pretending to have an answer.

I want to e                 x                 p                 a                 n                 d.
No- not like a balloon
Filled with hot hot air,
Brimming against latex
Pushing and pushing until there is no space.
No, see the the problem with balloons is that they're always on edge.
There's always a fear of gathering too much-
A load too heavy to be contained by simple material.

I want to e                 x                 p                 a                 n                 d.
No- not like a rubber band
On the wrist of a little girl,
Simple and strong,
Worn from the echoes of daily snapping.
No, see the problem with rubber bands is that they are stretched thin,
Pulled to make space for a larger load.
There is a constant tug for security,
But one tug is all it takes to break.

I want to e                 x                 p                 a                 n                 d.
Like heat changing ice into water.
Let there be a catalyst to invoke my transformation.
I want to be fluid-
Able to adapt to different patterns, different directions, different holds.
Let me seep into the cracks, the thin lines, the rigid turns.
Give me the chance to take on different roles
And explore different facets of who I can be.

I'm ready to e                 x                 p                 a                 n                 d.