in times of doubt, golden moments arise and glisten in the light
the shine of life is the testament to time being right

my fantasies are running rampant, as always
the beauty of the northern coast and the absolute cold
steer me to forests not so far away
god bless the evergreen and god bless me

the teeth on my verbiage are biting through the thick air here
they can bite with such tremendous force
but they’ve never been trained to hurt
they do that on their own

these teeth will be free with the streams and trees in the state of evergreen
they won’t need to bite through such thick air
they won’t remember how to hurt
they will learn to swallow you whole

a bodhisattva can fly

a thinker can sink

a buddha can be happiness

an existentialist can try to disprove it

on a walk, a stroll on a path littered with questions, a man asks himself ‘why?’
on that walk, a woman answers ‘there is no ‘why?”

while swimming, she drowns and asks ‘what is death?’
during that swim, a fish answers ‘there is no ‘death?”

while sleeping, the fish asks ‘who am i?’
in that dream, i answer ‘there is no ‘i”

while living, i ask ‘what is it to be happy?’
during that life, the sky answers ‘there is no ‘happiness”
i said ‘thank you. thank you, sky. you are too kind’

i will breathe you up and know that there is nothing. i will be content. nothing.

the grass is orange, the sun is green
and what of the beach?
tell me, tim, what do you mean?

have the grains of sand turned their hue?
have they only shown to you?

on a walk from reality, could you show me the sea?
i’d need it to be what i’d remembered it to be.
i need my anchor, i need it severely.

ink on skin and wit on tongue, i love you.
a sucker for seizing the moment, i adore you.
never turning my head for more than a moment, i study you, discreetly.
a form with new curves, new golden aspects, new wonders, i would devote all of my life to knowing you.

in a room that i’d normally call a cave, i felt free and wild, like the days of my youth, running on the streets, bare-chested, no-hair chested, shorts, no shoes and my spirit ten feet in front of me.  such pure panic, the panic that has always hurled me into the moments in time that have beauty speckled with the gorgeous glimmers which have been plucked from the eyes of everyone involved.  that panic was always there on the streets with me, jumping, swinging, playing and lunging into life with more ferocity than ever documented in NatGeo.  scraped knees and grass stains on my face, you are my summer and you will go.  i will always remember the way you smell.

the day is upon me when i will truly leave.
i’m leaving life, as i know it and i am thankful for that.
goodbye and good riddance, with all sincerity in my heart, i mean that.
for some odd reason, there is but one person that i am very sore about leaving and she and i have already left each other multiple times.
she’s nowhere near me and that’s ok.
if i walk toward the sun, i’ll crisp and live.
if i swim toward the arctic, i’ll freeze.
when i love, i will know, i will give.
i am a path and i will walk myself.
it is never easy, but it is truth.
godspeed.

ink on my skin.
wide eyes enjoying the sky.
progress.

hands holding caring//comfort together.
open ears.
lasting smiles.

being punk as ****.
eating one’s self, for good.
hedonism as an application.

letting go.
pleasing while being pleased.
*** as a concept.

living richly, as poor as one can be.
travel, harsh lessons and walking away from them.
death in the most idealistic sense.

i live in dreams.
i fly as manta rays ought to.
soaring smoothly.

i breathe through water and i swim through land.
i am him, me.

i live free of monetary devices.
i work for the people of the world.
free and proud.

i burn holes in every pocket i see and i shout loudly.
you are not what you own.