Head aching

Sorry faced

Bed ridden

Guilt laced



Sun rising

Curtains drawn

Strangers sleeping

Embracing warmth



Eyes shifting

Waking noise

Bodies rustling

Moments poise



Confused glance

My smile

No pants

Then denial



Your frown

Spells mistake

No sound

Awkward state



Drunken stupor

Night before

Shameful regret

Nothing less

Nothing more



Except a Shameful Closing Door

In the beginning, There was God.

And then God made love. And God saw that it was good.

And then God turned to John Lennon and asked ‘Are you sure this is all we really need, John?’

And John nodded and spoke. ‘It is indeed.’



…… Said no priest ever.


But it is a funny thought isn’t it?

When do you think love was love first created?
Of when and how can probably be debated
I think though


One thing is for sure
Love in it’s essence before this mind of ours,
Was probably a lot more simple and pure

It probably came without pretty words and without a ring
Without a priest or church to accept it or anything

It would have been an unfettered union of connection
Coupled with fact
Of basic matter flowing and the action of simply being
And to enact
What things intuitively know
What things really just feel
Underneath the idealist baloney of love, what is truly real.

A lengthy definition, I know




But please hear me out. Please.

I just want to show
That perhaps love was meant to be the force in the background

That keeps all matter entwined together and tightly bound
And whether to you that notion rings true
I feel, that Underneath all these thoughts and feelings
Some form of pure love just flows through all of me and all of you

Do you feel that too?

I think love is the energy holding everything in the universe together.

Call it dark matter, the god particle, WHATEVER

The tiny tethers scientists just cannot seem to hold down and find
Unions of energy connecting on fundamental levels
Vibrationa-Wait…..I’m sorry.


STOP IT.


Just stop…. looking at me like that!

Stop lusting over what you hear and see
I am trying to tell you that love isn’t just about the feelings between you and me.


Geez.

Ahem…..

Now where were we?

Ah right

My basic fundamental laws of connectivity.


I am speaking of the whole universal components that ever was and will be

Each single moment


That makes up every inch of reality.


Love to me…. is everything you see. Everything is love.

Never mind Physicist, the Beatles had it right.

Love is all we really need!




But….. I wish that was the end of the story



Humanities definition isn’t that at all.
Today’s love to me is the slow and desperate fall
From something new to something old
The epitome emotion of a bold humanity
Bound in self desire
An empire of gluttonous self pleasure
Pure hedonistic leisure
Without thoughts that maybe
Just maybe
We’re doing this love thing all wrong
Maybe all along
Like I’ve been saying


Love was first and foremost simply implied
To be more than just something shared between man and wife
And solely humankind

Like, I REALLY love trees.

Seriously. It’s what I want to be eventually.


Anyway. Back to the story of love shall we?

You see, I have this theory that when society and language came along
Loves pure and universal


Well….. love song.


Got messed up and rambled
It got scrambled through a perspective of harsh survival, brutal rival and competition
A billion little expeditions of selfish love renditions.
Love became some hierarchy of

me

me

and me.


I imagine throughout humanities struggling ages
Love got captured behind enemy lines
Beyond the kingdoms of greed and lust
Imprisoned battered and busted
Love in these mental wartimes eventually

Became somehow in short desperate supply
It’s once abundant sustenance
Now rationed


Denied and refined


Into a quick hit drug we’re all standing in line to snort


For a moments pleasure

An escapism and a getaway leisure

Smuggled into our metaphysical prison

Of loneliness we make inside

And if that isn’t enough of a depressing thought

To reside upon

Love when imprisoned to it’s final degrees


Gets all the qualities it shouldn’t be
In the POW camps of our history, love changed to something less than ordinary

Jealously, anger, envy and fear

This wasn’t the arsenal Love had before these desperate years

Oh no my friend

I think Loves been hijacked and I think it’s a spy


Though, all conspiracies aside


I think the way we love today


Is a Shell shocked version of what the universe had in mind.

I mean sure the universe can be seen as a hostile place

A big dark scary space of colossal destruction


But it’s also creation

Constant efficient reiteration of all that is

Into what will be

To me that doesn’t sound so bad

If you are accepting that change

Is the only noble constant to be had

From all this being alive, thing

It seems change for humans is hard accepting


But the more I think, it’s what makes living beautiful right?

The duality and inevitability of day and night

Of life and death

The frailty of knowing in my head

These lungs I have one day will exhale my final breath, And a curtain will be drawn and I will be dead.

BUT THE SHOW! MUST! GO! ON!

.....Someone once said.



These thoughts don’t deny me of anything.

In fact they bring me joy

Because I employ the ideal that love is everthing.

The knowledge that my acts of love on life’s stage

Live on in you all, re-made and renewed in some way.

And even on a material level my body will be broken down again

Into the soils of this earth from which I was made

And I will help sustain something somehow

And still be a part of everything gracefully

…… Hopefully a tree.

And when the earth explodes eventually I’ll just be stardust again

Apparently from whence I came

And a pure ideal of reunited love simplistically will just be

Without any thought of me

Now… Isn’t that a wealth of selfless love right there

Above and beyond the compare to the scared notions of heaven and hell?

You thought because I spoke of God before, maybe that’s where my faith dwells?

No my friends, my strength lies in simply sharing simple love.


The one that is an unfettered union of connection
Coupled with fact
Of basic matter flowing and the action of simply being
And to enact
What we intuitively know
What we really just feel
Underneath this idealistic baloney of love,

What is truly real.

A lengthy definition of love, I know


But when all is said, and thought and done
And this place is inhabited by no one

I think It’s all the universe truly had to show.

Darling lover

To me
You are
A galaxy


Now first and foremost don't get upset
That's not me hinting you need a gym membership
Or an objectified observation
What I am saying is you're more beautifully complex than an average constellation

You are not a cluster of stars some people chose to put together
Nor a tether of thought from a single perspective
Some 1 dimensional reflective image to simply sit by in my night sky

Oh no no no, you see to me

You're a complex galaxy

And in those parameters let us playfully define


Right now I'm within the confines of the gravity of your love<br>
It's magnitude of power reigns up to 10 to the 14 stars or above
That's hundred trillion flaming masses passively bound like glue
By simply you just being you

So above the gravity of such galaxies, my love there is nothing that comes more unquestionably and naturally true

Your pull reigns me in

Asks me to begin exploring every facet of your system

Your stars that I am drawn to? Your galactic seeds of wisdom

Burning into the retina of my inner eyes
Your sources of shining light and life brighten up my dark mattered skies
To the point where night and day could be lost amongst your cosmic fray
I am blessed to feel your warmth in my life in such colossal ways

Your planets you have formed?
Refined bodies of the life you've led
I mean a lot can be said of planet surface
And that molten core you spout sometimes
Or that forgotten cold core of lead

Like pieces of your history you chose to keep and store


I'm sure I could probe samples of what makes you so unique

But it's not my primary mission dear
It's not your past collisions I've come to seek


I mean, aren't we all a chaotic incalculable and at best self confessed mess anyways?

I don't think we're ever given enough time to ever truly know

And although I have no idea what keeps that spiral of a chance you call a galaxy going

Whether the source of your gravity's event horizon is or isn't showing
I don't have to know, because not everything's up for exploration
These lives we lead have an expiration, I mean we all have aspirations

I'm not here to find your habitable goldilocks location

Nor do I plan to build a death star, rule and reform your natural galactic formations

I don't plan to rule your galaxy to its farthest reigns
I mean I too have my own galaxy to maintain

And I can't even really promise I'll stay
Our universe is so big
I mean it's easy to get drawn away!

Like everyone else

I guess my vessel is just passing through

And trust me my dear I've tried merging galaxies

And it could never end well for me or you

I guess what I'm trying to say

Is such beauty is better kept modestly observed

Acknowledged and unfettered, rather than ruled


Cause anyone who thinks they own anything

Especially you or I

Is this universe's greatest fool

Drinking is a lovely pastime
Whether whisky or ***** or wine


But mixing your drinks
Makes it harder to think


And you'll just **** your pants everytime

They say that first impressions last

I say

That's assuming way too fast

I'd like to think we're a bit more trusting

That every one we meet isn't busting

Lusting to rip off their pants

And **** the first thing that gives them a seconds glance!

I'd like to think that

But sometimes i can't

Cause just like you

I live the life of a guarded heart

I mean we have to be careful right?

Cause if we smile back that just might

Make someone else think "OH EM GEE.

They totally want to have *** with me."

No, you have some mustard on your lip actually

And i found it kinda funny

You see to me most of our first impressions

Are the false flags of real connections

And if we choose to make those last

Then aren't we just living in the past?


So rather than that, let me be forward.


I want to connect with you, in whatever way we both want it to be.

And that right there to me

Is my definition of equality

I mean

Is it fair to assume that if i'm male

That I'm simply out to get some tail?

That isn't me

And that isn't it

And personally

I think gender roles are *******

So please allow, wholeheartedly

For you to see the real me

Rather than a mirage of assumptions

Society may have you choose to believe

Of what a male is meant to entail....

Truly.
This.
Is.
Me.

I want to share with you the galaxy and it's wonders we can see

We could take our chairs to rooftops and marvel nights beauty

And there may be a moment where your hand fumbles to my knee

And you'd feel me, vulnerable, still, yet shaking anxiously


Because connections what i crave

But it's rationed out these days

Cause just like you,

I too

Cannot bear to be broken, constantly



Truly.
This.
Is.
Me.




I want to sing and play with sounds
Pulling faces jokin' round
Being ridiculous without care
Rolling on a floor somewhere

Or on a bus, or in a bed
Our faces red
Laughing hysterically
It really doesn't matter to me


Because connections what i crave

But it's rationed out these days

Cause just like you,

I too

Cannot bear to be unhappy, constantly


Truly.
This.
Is.
Me.



I want to walk through unknown forests getting lost amongst the trees

Laugh and run and hide and scare each other playfully

And sure right then, we could lie down in the sun

Entwined bodies like soft vines writhing for a deeper connection

Or we could just sit solemly listening to melodies

Of wind whistling through wondrous waves of leaves

None of this bothers me you see. Either makes me happy.

Because connections what i crave and it's rationed out these days

Cause just like you,

I too

Cannot bear to be alone, constantly


But.
Is.
This.
Just.
Me?


So why does all this matter, to connection and equality?

I mean to a huge degree, men do have it easy

That is clearly plain to see

And ladies I know

That we as a society
Have a long way to go

To make sure you are all treated just as equally

Believe you me



But did you know that as a guy

We're mostly brought up to try

To keep our emotions hidden inside?

You can't tell the guys your woe
Unless you want to be called '*****' or '****'


So a lot of times these men

Crying out for connection

Isn't always

What you're thinking it to be

To me, thats the biggest problem men face socially

Stagnant and rampant suppression
Of real connection, emotionally!


And now, connections what we crave
But it's rationed out these days

And just like you,

We too

Cannot bare to be neglected, constantly

So.
This.
Isn't.
Just.
Me.


Cause just like me

I know your scared

You've been hurt and unprepared

To have others use

Abuse and mistreat loyalty

And just like you

I am afraid

I've been wronged

I've been betrayed


And i am just as scared to let go


And be me


Because our connections are depraved

It seems it's rationed out these days


But wait



Hang on a second.


Did you feel that?





I mean, just now we have connected...



So if this notions not rejected

Then maybe there's still a hope

For you and me.


I guess all Im asking is that you find

Compassion in both heart and mind

When a person bares their soul

So openly


Because


This is a connection that we've made

And I hoping that it stays


So maybe someday we can change society

Friends come and friends go easily
A true joy in this life's company


But left never alone
With thoughts on your own


You can't find that true friend called 'me'

A new force begins in this century

With ancient notions of greed and scarcity

It pushes us hard

It hits our home

But last time i checked

We aren't alone

In fact we are more than enough

Community is key when the times are tough

And in numbers we hold still

We hold steady

We hold true

We are ready

And as we stand, shaken, surrounded, subdued and silent

Still we stand strong, together and without violence

And it all starts there

It all starts when we start to care

By separating past and present

By stimulating body and mind

By speaking out when something's left unspoken

We can find solace in these soul-less times

Within moments we are undefeated

In these moments we are truly divine


So exhaust yourself

Brake yourself

Challenge yourself

Remake yourself

And if you still don't understand the truth to the questions

And you still have to ask a selfish and backhanded 'WHY?'

Then fine

Lets find

Lets define some final answers to the demons in your mind


Have you considered that perhaps together if we share them

Lay it all out and bare them

That half the fear of it all

Might just simply unwind?

No way you say?

Well what if i told you

That the vessel that holds 'it' all in

Your pain

Your struggle

Your self proclaimed entitlement to 'sin'

Those things that you thought was just yours to fight alone at home without having ever known you aren't the only one that fights it on your own....

Your disdain for the insane frame that entraps your brain that leaves us crippled and maimed through what feels like the end of days.....

What if i told you

That your own shell is the only thing

That's truly stopping real change from happening?

That the struggle from within each of our minds defines the rest of time well at least the rest for all of mankind?

You.

Me.

We.

Everybody.

We must reach through it.

Cause if we don't, who in hells name is going to pursue it?

Let's feast on the night

And gaze in delight

Soft sparkles admist a black haze

Breathe in moons arise

From vast cosmic skies

More calming than sweet softly days

For cloud can dim light

And drown out of sight

A sun single, solem, shining

But alas come the stars

Shimmering afar

A universe of siblings

Now sing

I met God the other day.

And this is what I had to say.

But first, let me tell you a little of my thoughts along the way

You see to me the subjective thoughts on freedom

I've had most of my life

Reinstate a calming notion

That there's really no difference between wrong and right

What's wrong to me is right to you

And what's wrong in God's eyes is just another perspective too

And i've told my self that we are all living proof

That the truth of real freedom

Is to simply have a real freedom of truth

Seriously though, either way,

whether freedom is absolute

Or it's a façade of a god made human brain

I say do what feels good and enjoy the now and today.


So what did I do along the way to meeting god you say?

Brace yourself. Cause this is exactly what I told god straight to his face.

God greeted 'Hello my son. How are you feeling today?'

"Hey Lord. I feel ******* great. This life was more than just okay. I mean you know what I did along the way"

"But hear it from my mouth. And the lack of conviction my words carry to this day "

"I listened to loud music and damaged my ears for so many ******* years."

"I filled my lungs with toxic clouds of smoke, stupid **** like dope, contemplated consequences but treated them like jokes"

"I damaged my brain with an array of narcotics."

"Subjected myself to a list of voodoo tonics,  sometimes just pure demonic ****. And I loved every second of it."

"To the point where I altered my already imbalanced chemicals beyond repair. There. I said it. Now it's out there for you to judge. "

"To you I am probably the Antichrist. And ******* It feels nice! "

"I pierced, stretched and wounded my skin, until the shape of my former self was beyond any contemplating."

"Relating it all to an an expedition of self expressions. "

"Erections? I got them everywhere. In the classroom in the office, walking up the ******* stairs "

I mean I even had them in church for ***** sake. Sorry about that. That was weird i guess but it was kinda different. Kinda felt great. "

"I did, and would do again, with total disregard for recommended calorie intake,

"Eat a whole pizza by myself. That right there to most, don't feel like a big mistake. "

"I mean none of this does. Least not to me at the time. I mean what else is there besides the now? "

"And what else then that is more sublime?"

God: 'Well...'

"Hang on. Not finished. So I got ****** up, I ****** up and sometimes I just simply ******. "

"Enough wasn't enough. This kind of lifestyle ain't tough, let me tell you"

"I did at least one stupid thing every day. Sometimes beyond a countable array. "

"I didn't learn from most mistakes i made. "

"I definitely disappointed my parents. Well **** em I say. "

"I didn't get to choose what life I was born into. Did you choose for me God? Well, did you?"

God: 'My Chil...'

"Don't answer that actually. Your words may just further infuriate me "




"I mean I've probably ****** you off more than you have me, right up until my last dying days. I REALLY went out in an unholy blaze of glory. Still an epic story don't you think?  "

God: 'Your stor.....'

"Shut it lord! I told you I ain't done! Cause just like you I knew one day this moment would come."

"And i've had countless years of your sermons shoved down my throat. And DON'T make me utter what else your holy servants made me choke."

God: '......'



And God was completely silent, and the heavens were calm. The sudden changed should have alarmed me. But it didn't. Cause I felt like he knew what I was going to say, every step of the way.


So I cried. And the next words I had to utter in complete dismay, but total clarity and no iota of disarray


"You did this to me. All of it. I hope you understand. You made this world what it is, and who i am."

"And I broke your rules, and the body you gave me. "

"I never once begged for your forgiveness or hoped that you or your son would save me."

"I never once asked for your help, and expected it to come."

"Us humans truly felt abandoned beyond any recognition."

"But this isn't me complaining. In fact, this is me saying cheers."

"Thanks for all those struggling, harsh and ******* cruel years."

"You see I know you "

"And this world you had a hand in "

"The strength you need to live in it is so demanding"

"Beyond any priest, pope and pastor"

"I learnt about you "

"And who I am so much faster"

"Through mistakes and wrong doing"

"Infinite battles ensewing"

"Within my mind and throughout humankind"

"I grew"

"I felt"

"I knew"

"There was a point to it all"

"And even in my continuous fall "


"From your holy grace"

"I understood why you breathed life into the human race"


I was silent. I wanted God to ask why


God: 'My dearest son. Give me your perspective on the meaning of all life'

I was frustrated and I angrily stabbed back like a knife

"My God! The meaning of life was simply just to live! Beyond a simple explanation and perspective, I ain't got nothing more to give!"

God: 'Then don't give me simple, give me complex yet precise. I WANT YOUR TAKE ON THE MEANING OF THIS LIFE!!!'


I stopped in the beckon of his holy colossal voice.


And In his frustration. I found some sense of absolute rejoice.

I waited. contemplated. I felt something inside my soul I had never felt before.


"No" I implored

Then I just smiled and stared.

God shouted 'WHY?!'


"You don't get my answer, in metaphor or otherwise"  

"You don't get the privilege of what it means to be me."


"You see, I understand that you may know everything already, within your created lands"


God raised an eyebrow and ushered with his hand

God: 'Go on my son'

"So asking me this question is redundant to me and the point is really none"

I paused and waited.

God contemplated


God: 'Well....what you say is right. And now the real question remains;


Through your mortal answer what does I, God, gain?'


'Must be something' I exclaimed


God: "Yes it is. And I'll i'll tell you what it's all for.
It's nothing more than another perspective. Call it if you will, an act of me being trying to be self reflective"
'You see in all it's glory, the world i made, follows rules and so must I, be as it may'
'So I can't know what you are going to say next. I never knew where this world was going to head'
'I never knew the human race could be so unkind, that hate would be the benchmark to define your lives'
'And I could sit here and give you a thousand sorries my son, but I had no hand in your life after the initial one'

"I kinda felt it" I muttered. Crying amongst uttered words

And I knew from God what next was going to be heard.

God: 'Freedom created comes with it perks, but also what lurks behind it all
Is the creators knowledge he could watch the beauty of it all disastrously fall'


So, I Met God the other day, And this is what he had to say

But don't let my experience cause alarmed dismay


Don't ask where I am now, or what happens after death

Don't ask me about life's secrets, another's answers are useless


Just know that your perspective, is truly a blessing

Your experience is yours to keep

It's up to you, to mean something

This gift we have been given

Is not for God to take

Unless we choose to do so



Freedom is ours


For simply freedom's sake

'Education' these days

Is about 'pure' information

And by information

I mean presenting facts verbatim

And by pure i mean it's taken

As truth with no contemplation


That behind all this initiation

Is nothing  more than total indoctrination

Into cookie-cutter patriotic nations



I mean even the word information

Is unsettling with reiteration

Think of it

like this

Information
In-formation

IN. FORMATION.

Conspiracy? Could be.

Though that is another story.

For now lets call it coincidental consideration.

To keep in mind what's lacking

In a cold calculated system of education



I ask you and i beg

Where's the social validation

That everyone is different

In the way they treat a situation

That people are so vast and varied when it comes to inspiration

And still we wonder why kids in school

Get bullied, beaten and mistaken

Treated by their peers as some kind of social retardation

By other young minds bored and rampart with frustration

From a system failing day by day

Generation by generation

I mean is it no surprise from a society with a hellebent  fixation

Upon competition

Survival of fittest

And human exploitation?


Of mantra screaming profit, selfishness, and lack of real cooperation


Nature over nurture and people under nations


That leave us standing divided and alone amongst as sea of potential collaboration?


And yet we're told to sing our anthems of patriotic proclamations

That we live in lands of freedom, justice, love and consideration.

So please believe me when i see

Your sense of self worth and participation

As something lacking emergent notions

When it's simply in-formation

What we need is real change via total non-cooperation

And to rest assured that our minds, and our childrens mind, and future generations

Are part of real solutions

And also full of inspiration


To take hold of our own thoughts

And redefine the importance

Of something we've all lost

Called self education

So please don't simply repeat after me

Don't seek my words as your savior or salvation

Just find your version of what it means to simply be

And forget what others see

As being in-formation

An ebb and a flow
Like water we grow
Conscious streams making oceans of change

They treacle and drip
And rapidly rip
Minds rushing like tides through our ways

These currents some fight
And drown out insight
Into what this existence should be

It's just a series of waves
Reflecting all that is change

So let go of life's anchors
Be free.

This page and this pen
Express them again
These tormentors I keep deep inside


Ugly truths rattle out
From their cages they shout
Vile curses I just can't confine


I will cherish the day
They have nothing to say
Pure silence within chaos is bliss


But my my soul until then
Shall re-break and re-mend

Life's Demons

I truly won't miss

This is a virtual representation inside of your mind




Think about that




That voice, this image, reality, space and time




Our five senses  are the only things we truly know

Perspective, perception and persuasion are, therefore

Powers we're all bestowed


Let me give you an example that will explain what I mean





Do not think of an elephant








See?

Can't be unheard or unseen!



Also

When I say tree, what do you see?

Do you see the same as me?

And therefore can it be said that when we see blood

We see the same red?




Funny really

How words can shape what's going on in our head



Actually with that said




Isn't this all going on differently in each of our minds?

And don't these confines then make reality indefinable completely?




I think you see a different red to me


You definitely see a different tree


And this all scares the he'll outta me



Because then conceptual ideals like love, trust and reliability

Are also prone to this harsh subjective reality



So when I say I love you

It can never really mean the same to us two

When I say you have my trust

Is the sincerity of those words enough?

And when we speak of reliability

Is it enough to surpass associative ambiguity?




So like words read upon a page




We subconsciously engage in certain powers we may not fully control

We shape and mold through our will

What we do and do not want to be instilled onto others and ourselves

For the rest of our lives




Humbling thoughts right?






Stop thinking of that for second though
And just breathe in nice and slow










So?

Well you are now manually breathing
Before that you weren't really conscious of it though!

Makes you really wonder how much we miss, the deeper we go



Like what is actually real, and just in our head
And is their a really difference as I've previously forsaid?



We are getting pretty deep here now


But do you think there's further to go?


Glad you asked, well, you didn't ask, I insisted


......Anyhow, did you know



That if you copy someone's stance


Your influence towards them

Can greatly enhance?

We call this social mirroring.


Such a funny thing

Don't you think?

How much we can tell from

Arms crossed, sagging shoulders, or a frantic eye blink


And do not under any circumstance, itch your scalp when i say


HEAD LICE



****. Sorry. That wasn't nice

Suffice to say, I am ******* with your mind



But not without a point you shouldn't fear

I mean, Is this all unsettling to hear?

How susceptible you and i might be to our influential peers?


It should cause some alarming fright

To know that someone out there might

Be attempting to control others with thoughts

Right?


This sentence is brought to you by Coca-Cola. Drink Coca-Cola. Day and night


With perhaps insight and upper hand as to how we think and act?


Facebook would like to access your personal details, to purely, only, ever, gather public feedback


Is the fear we face on a daily basis based on legitimate status of what is really happening?

Or perhaps it's the stasis state easiest placed upon a person to instill a certain type of mega-mental social conditioning?



...... Well?
What do YOU, truly think? And was that thought yours to begin?!



And are you listening yet? Is what I am saying starting to show?


And is their deeper you and i can go?


It's okay though


No need to panic.


Whatever you do, do not become manic with and start to fret


Do not start questioning every single iota of intent


Do not grow an unjust sense of what is on the surface being said


And what others really meant


This will almost certainly grow unkempt paranoia you will one day truly dread



Instead. And Please I beg. instead.

Keep this solemn sentence within your head.


You.
Are.
In.
Control.



Despite whatever comes your way

You choose the toll it takes upon you

Second by second, hour by hour, day by day

Our minds infinitely powerful, with potential to grow


Just take hold of that, tightly, and never let it go

Let that one seed of wisdom, sink in, and let it nurture and grow



And one day

Potentially



You might just see the same tree as me, mentally


Or at least we can mount makeshift metaphysical bridges from these branches


Reach out and say 'Hey. I finally see what you see. I get you and you get me'

For fear is the sharp saw that cuts down those trees of understanding

And what I am asking isn't really that demanding

We don't exactly have to agree to see the same blood red
But at least one day i hope it can be said
That despite it's different hues, it needn't be shed?

Cause one day I hope to say 'I love you'
And you know exactly what that word meant

Just as much as when someone trust's me
It was understood as best as can be

Because i want reliability to be the biggest tree in my mind
And despite fear coming around to cut it down

Hope is my dirt, my water and my sunshine


Cause really, if we can't understand each other conceptually

Where's the hope for this reality?



But then, again

With all this said


It doesn't matter in the end and in our heads


Because all of this is a virtual representation inside our minds, right?


Our voice, our image, our reality, our space and time


Our five senses we all share, are the only things we know


But until we understand others



It's all we'll ever have to show

Fingers faintly falling

Slowly down a soft body

Like lonely leaves

Leaving Autumns fragile trees




Left

    

          Down
                        

                              Right



Left
          

           Down

                      

                              Right





Tickling against you

Floating before you

Ever so solemn

Softly





A shivering summertime feeling

We've fought off the winter we face

With warm wrapped naked revealing








You are a season

Of loving embrace

If there's anything I have learned of perspective and clarity




Is morality and mortality is more our mind than of reality.

God has a wife

Mother nature's her name

And we as their children

It is safe to say

We're the epitome of rebellion

Misguided young minds

Universe of investment

To nurture mankind

We've ruined the household

From which we live in

Our parents so caring

Simply say nothing

Godly calm patience

They hope we grow up


And one day


Learn something

A quaint little shifter

From purple to green

He can hide and appear

So funny when seen

With beady weird eyes

And a look of apathy

Don't be fooled by it's demeanor

It's as cute as can be

I'm talking of a lizard

Can be small as your thumb

They can make me go silly

And shout '*** LOOK AT IT'S TONGUE!!'

But really, truly

I do love you


Mr. Chameleon

Autumn closes the door



As summer sighs itself asleep



Cloudy blankets cover a seasons work



And it sleeps long and deeply


And it's dreaming of winters harsh ways



Until spring creeps in one morning


Whispering in summers ear


Like a song bird wishing for dawn


'Awaken again, my friend. The kettle is on, and there is work to begin'

I took ten random words from a dictionary and used each of them in a line, in the direct order I chose them. All the words acquired, start with a capital letter. I want to hear others attempts! Give it a try, and list your title in the comments! :) Enjoy!*



an Agricultural paradise, we control mother nature's life

Overmaster's of her laws, her reigns we hold precise

our Alimentative elixirs? From her womb we choose to thieve

her Hems we tear and take our share

a Ghostly life to lead

her Briny tears an ocean

she's still Endearing and motherly

yet we treat her like a ***** Bathhouse

pure Artificial stupidity

i truly pray for her Ascension from humanity.

The Scots are a friendly old folk

With Whiskey they share till you soak


But call them a Brit

And they'll **** up your ****


Heritage to them ain't a joke!

Tick tock tick tock

Is their any difference between a tick and a tock?

I mean conceptually of course

Not just the workings of a clock

I guess the ticks are every moment

And the tocks is what will be

All tocks become ticks

But all tick tocks go eventually

Not to worry

I care more though in concepts

Of looking past our man made time

Ticks and tocks don't really matter

If you don't pay them any mind

That's a funny thought though

I like that actually

Paying time our money

Money equals time they say

But to me it's a little funny


Cause what if you don't care for money or time?

What then defines your existence of being alive? 

I mean to me a more sound measure

Is perhaps the pleasure

Of feeling my heart beating

A personal repeating of self made time and space

And once that tickers gone

I'm sure to follow along to our final resting place

Fitting we call our hearts the good old ticker then, hey?

My lungs are therefore the tocks

Like two little personal clocks

Working together differently

But in symbiotic harmony

All beats become breaths and all breaths pass by eventually

To me this seems a more valid sense of time

Like when you think of the sublime setting of the sun

Moments as these seem to slow down

And you're stuck in blissful entraption

Some moments just go so fast

And some feel like the last an eternity

And all the while inside me

My heart and lungs slow and speed accordingly

It's quite beautiful actually

Cause now when I think of us

I can count what you mean to me

115,200 ticks of my heart
30,000 tocks of my breath
Those are my average daily rates at rest

80 ticks of heart a minute
30 tocks of air
But around you I am sure

These numbers rise beyond anything compared


Like when I first met you

I think my ticks were at least at 122

Yes to be fair

My breaths fell short in some way
I guess from all the kissing to be had that day

And when we first made love

I felt like both were above

Anything I have ever felt before

And darling

If I could store my ticks and stocks in a special place for you
Reserve them in a bank for us to save
For special days between us two

I think it's safe to say
I'd gladly let you withdraw and take

All my beats and breaths away

Today is the day I will live, or I will die

Today I traveled to await the outcome  of my life


Today is scarier than yesterday that's for sure
Today could be my last

Today I might seem a little dramatic to you
Today to you might be just like yesterday

Today for me though, has been looming around the corner for so long

Today has finally come, and isn't going to be like any other today


Today the reality of existence for me sinks in

Today I will go to sleep and I hope I will wake up

Today I am tired, I am alone, I am scared


Today's sleep will be long either way



Today I am definitely unprepared

Today is something we will all one day face

Today doesn't feel easier just because it happens to us all


Today is, without a doubt, my Alpha, or my Omega

Today will be the first chapter of new beginnings, or the final chapter of an old tale

Today I feel like I haven't done enough with my life
Today regret and fear runs through my mind like wildfire
Today I promise myself  If I make it through, today and everyday after will be treated more sacred

Today I am telling myself lies just to get through today

Today I contemplate death. I contemplate prayer I contemplate afterlife I contemplate heaven and I contemplate hell

Today isn't a day I wish upon anyone

Today wouldn't be so bad


If only I knew


Tomorrow would come

Anti-hedonist
Ruthlessly honest



I'll wrack through your brain
Without guilt
Without shame


Until we can see
Change in you and me




I'm something you've lost
Through lifes biggest regrets
I'm something you need
Even if you don't know it.




I will never forsake you
If you understand time
The brave seek me out
The meek stay in line


The old don't have time for me
The rest think they're still young
To understand my power
Could shift generations to come



I am something you make
Yet don't actually exist
I can drive you insane
If wrong; sorely missed!



Don't try to abuse me
Just give me a voice
I am your silent, humble savior



I am yours



I am





Choice.

Colossal, climactic  clouds

Caught in a canopy of blue

Clear.
Cascading.
Calming.

Captures eyes within it's countless hues.

A blue of such hue my mind never once knew

Least that's what i felt

And it definately felt true.



Simultaneously I see sudden shooting sunlight

A seamlessly stupendous splendor, it stammers my senses

It shines, shimmers, sinks into my supple skin.

My Stimulations soaking; I submit from within

I succumb.
I smirk.
I think and say


'Surrounded by shivering delight, Surely I am safe today!'


Least, that is what it felt to be true.

But as if i actually knew.




Whilst waning wrapping waves

Of whipping white-water

Washes out to a wide horizon

Willingly captures my once wandering eyes.


Wait though.


It's all sinking in now. Woe.


Weeping with what I wanted to be  joy

I wail

I whisper 'Where does the water start, and the sky begin?'

And that question, triggers it within.

The last word really

Begin.

When did this begin?

And a blanket of black, blinding blankness, descends.

I blame

I whimper

I whisper

'Did it really have to end?'

But it has the better of me now.



And harsh reality I cannot shake.




I wake.

I once owned a whole lot of crap
It's clutter made me feel entrapped

Now my legs much more strong
As I trot along

With everything I own on my back!