She likes mushrooms
I like red things
The smell of perfume
On the love vein

i like her colors
I like her smell
She like no other
With her I dwell

In a sultry place
Salt and taste
Every inch of skin
A deadly sin

Like the cobra
with the venom
She as deadly
I go flaccid and numb

I have seen beyond
the walls of death,
beyond time
there is a place
of immortal bliss.
I have seen a world
lingering next to our own,
hiding just beneath
our preoccupied senses.
If you lift the veil,
and dive into
your own consciousness,
without fear
of losing yourself,
then you too
will see your own mortality
is a mere illusion
of the vessel
you are caged within.

I see
swirling colors
all around me,
they are moving
to quickly for me
to focus my gaze.
I am
in another dimension,
following fractals
through space and time.
I feel
the world around me
moving slower,
speaking to me
through patterns and colors.
I am
lost in fields
of iridescent flowers,
following the path
of my ancestors
to the holy
tree of knowledge.

Pounding heads and churning guts lie
next to me on an old quilt under fleece
Still stuffy air enters heavy lungs and leaves
Coming over the hill behind the sea
was an overwhelming sight to see
Endless gray intersecting with sky
reflecting backward and forwards
where perspective meets the eye
Rotted plankwood will lead to demise
executed by jagged shore rock and waves
carrying one away to the ephemeral light
bobbing below the surface that fades
Out with the old days to make room for new,
recounting last year’s glaze
Remembering like it was yesterday
how sick you’d gotten so soon
A tender heart I’ll always have,
and an old, nurturing soul, too
Awakened by life with fresh eyes,
stimulating a walk to take with you

I lay here waiting in my skin for the tearing of the membrane
that seperates this world from the next one and I let myself
get carried along by a fresh stream of reasoning until I
flare up in the dark like a new species of amoeba

this balancing and spinning around on an atom and just not
falling off it becomes boring at times and maybe because of that
sporules once landed here to grant us the possibility
of another possibility

I lay here waiting and I manage not to drown just like only
an almost newborn baby can and being born in 1983
means nothing here in the swelling infinity
of the abnormal

my skin has been waiting for new atmospheres for decades
and the touch of unknown forms makes me shudder with
raw impervious happiness because invisible energy
effervesces alongside my arms and the eyes in my skull
could be anyone’s right now

suddenly the waiting is forgotten and I wallow myself
in the gathered fairy tales of every soul that preceded me
carelessly astonished and uncapable of understanding
the seriousness of this absurd life

inside me irrational poetry dances
like a tribe jumping around a bonfire

outside the universe
dances her own eternity
round and round

Hanging from this tree branch with one arm.
At a height high enough that would hurt a fair bit if I let go.

I'm struck by the weight of my own body.

I'm so tangible... so breakable...

small and weak,
yet tall and strong. I can be anything.

If I weren't here, this tree still would be. Magnificent as nature itself. Yet it's glad I came by this afternoon, this I know.

I stare at the bark, and it seems to pry past my eyes and into my soul, saying "yes, this is real."

I am real.

And I'm so pleased to be so.

If it was up to me I wouldn't have a name
Menace to society now I see the irony
Every sound is a different kind of feel to observe
A different present moment
How we live during certain  times
It just flows in me snd I let it **** me
Stages of our life that we cant define in time
Character from a high being innovating
With worth in their brains
We're all soldiers since birth and we rebel
And we **** inside..... and we live consciously
*******
A grasping student
I belong to her.... my mother from above
mother of my heart, you are one
And we create ourselves
Just a being from planet earth
We are the creators of life
And mother nature is just being
Treat her well
Stages in my mind
Cages are being broken
We are beings
I see them in my room
There's no mind
There's no rules
There's no mystery
Embrace misery to learn and earn
I'm just a being
Fall for yourself
Open arms...vulnerable
Feel you
I see you
We're just beings
Aliens are here
They're just other conscious beings
**** social media I see myself in keys
Lost in black and white
I own the measures
So vulnerable
**** a phone
My lord, we are our own
What is ******
A way of being
Aliens
I see classically
The MUSIC
I see
Stages are shown
**** a title
The being
Myself
I feel it
I'm just a ****** to you
FUCKKCKCKKAJAKQIIQ
The self
DUDUDUDUUDE
GOD
Communicating
I'm so free
Recording in my mind
Molecules I see you
Messengers
To this feel
The being
This experience
*** and the being
Insane in the king
Voyage the self spiritually
I'm ******* in person
No LANGUAGE
Spiritually depresses
THE SELF

Back in time

SPEAK IN ***

Characters

Languages

****
nd death

BACK IN TIME BEINGS

AND DEATH

I am energy
****

MuSic and death

I AM AN IDEA
Human

Humans e
DOkao

Omggggg in my head


In my head

Prrscrfkkk

Peace and sacrifice k

*** peace
Ggaggaga
Ajgkkkk
*** ACCEPTANCE
THE MIND

*** I'M LIVING
*** I FEEL
***

DUDE
In my head

HEAVEN
HELL
I SEE THE GODS
THEY SPEAK IN CODE
MODERN

I SAW EVERYTHING

I WAS NOTHING
I WAS SO SATAN
I WAS SO GOD

we're not alone

Tiny
Orange mushrooms
Bloom inside the pine stump
Within the corpse of death life breathes
Again