The hole to heaven is a place here on earth
It’s filled with color and all things of worth

To see it at all, you at least have to look
It’s right there in the front, not behind that old nook

Open up and imagine what it all seems to mean
If it's not quite in focus, is it really unseen

Birds, clouds, and rain could be the real hole
Mountains, cars and planes are a few more I’m sure

I believe it's important to try, try, and try
It's not a belief, or up in the sky

It's not what you see that makes up the hole
It's how you see it that creates the pure goal

Brian Hill - 2019 # 201

Do you find yourself needing
Needing things that don't make sense
Sensical things that don't need to be needed
Needing is a human need I think
Thinking of things to un-need is a goal
A goal that I shouldn't need....

Here is the time where my brain exploded AGAIN!

Brian Hill - 2019 # 184

Thought I was lost
For the longest time
Wandering the void
For this soul of mine

For a gift
A divine purpose
Given to me only
If I shatter this circus

If I see beyond
A blind realisation
A choked thought
Into full illumination

For the first time in a long time
Slipping out of the gap again
I'm alive when I find the ones
Who themselves't dreaden

Who deserve more than
Being in their element
Who can be more than
Self righteous sedement

Humility is my present
Not past, but future
My purpose again
To, in return nurture

To expect no more
Than to let them think
Of ash and a newborn
Fullfillment and the brink

For my heart I will
Send their regards
For as long as this
Presence embalms

Two lives
One dream
Four eyes
One sight
Two Tongues
One voice
Four legs
One stand
Two stomachs
One meal
Four claws
One foe
Two hearts
One beat
Four wings
One flight
Two birds
One love
Four directions
One destination.