romance on an invisible cloud

Who could pierce through the sky with

eyes closed change through the shadow

dismantle the process from the bones.

You've kept this animal caged for too long

the animal of love with frog feet

wise guys and dead beats searching in

the forest

the magick smoke in the lung

fills the eyes with red

inconsistant is the symmetry? early morning dissolution

As most around me seem to get around 9 to 12 hours of sleep i find myself waking from a much less period of Zs. My journey through dream and self transformation is a patient process involving all of my heart and time. From a place so far in the past i cant yet remember to a place i have never been. The abstractions seem to pour in along rivers of synchronicity. Before I was initiated into the world of magick and mystery by the ancient serpent, my life was more of a drifting wondering about a world i saw as lost and undisciplined in self awareness, a world that was to afraid of the truth. I dont feel like i can really show anybody what i am, i feel nature does that for me, if you listen closely. And the absurdities rise like calm air along the ground of my mornings, it makes me feel like a child, i wasnt afraid to be crazy, i was never certain, i wasnt innocent because its opposite did not exist for me. My being mirrors you. Sometimes you fall straight through.
What Im trying to say is as a poet I am creating a whole new myth, i am immersing myself in a vision that is too strange and true for the ego of my being. Ive always been this way, but never knew why. I thought i was very 'different'. I see this vision in everyone now. It sound weird for me to speak about myself in this way, egoless and all bla blahblah. But I know from the soul and thoughts simply follow. I used to assume way to much in my past and i got ahead of myself not really taking thought to what those around me really said. So I wait patiently for this scizophrenic giggle to dissolve my sense of permanence and follow the muse. The coming age is one much too vast and mysterious for the narrow bigotry and selfish tendencies of this little tiny thing i call ego. Shed the monkey body and give birth from your true skeleton the true vision of what you feel you are in eternity.

whats the word youre looking for?

drifting, seeking, abstraction of the heart melt me with your eyes
take me to the water
tell me there is no tomarrow
so that i may taste you forever
without retreat without sleep
7 days into the night
waking to the sunflower in your eye
im lost in anticipation
knotted from my feet
my fingers can barely reach the stars
i forgot to tell you many things
and i cant remember so why bother
with trying to find a new way
to say
hello

lovers of myth, eye of prophecy

Throughout all of the history of this earth, man woman and child have all possessed some form of knowledge that is story telling. A knowledge that transcends the mere material and superficial eye of perception. We were born into a world of beliefs history ideas memories fears. A world that existed before we were ever concieved in a mothers womb. Today I find this knowledge to be myth and the imagination of humanity. Were do your dreams come from? Do they ever come to manifest. As a child I loved to see with my eyes, nothing fascinated me more. Now im 21 and im finding that alot of my explorations are an aim to restoring the power and beauty of that eye.
We are all mythical creatures, if you can keep your ego from tying a knot around this one. Imagine we are all thoughts in the mind of the earth and the earth is our dream. Myths were never meant to be believed in, they are to use as you do a pencil or a wheel. The powers within us to influence and guide the universal intent and impersonality. We are the biggest dreamers the biggest fakers. I have a message for this earth. Dont be afraid, dont give in to the kneejerk dismissal of prophecy and myth, it all has its place, reject mediocrity, look within.

dissolving normality and coherence with eyes closed and a mouth full of fungi

the mushroom speaks. time turns elastic. words merge like mumbling clouds ufos like dancing bees mountains close together like lovers in embrace i feel free...blank mind like rain in the ocean open heart my questionless answer everyone is alive echoes of tomorrow are your feelings and faces we follow seems to me rhymes times me times you times moon finds a sign too soon sitting like stone dumb and conFUsed with time and intention dont leave too soon।

ive got a blank space where my mind should be

she doesnt know
how much i wonder
about how much
it matters to me
what she thinks
about me
she doesnt know
what it means
when someone asks me how im doin
all i think is she
all right if she alright
she doesnt know how much i love everything she does
mean what you say say what you mean honey its easy
she doesnt know how rasta she really is
her accent is more english than american
not a matter of speech
but of a mind distant in thought close in heart
she doesnt see me standing before her hold my cup
waiting like a begger for a little luck to pass me by
by the way she moves by the way she sleeps
she doesnt know that i would walk half way around the world
just to sit by her side
she doesnt see the smile in me when i frown
she doesnt hear my cry when i laugh
but she moves her dancing feet a little closer everytime

eyes

skin brown solid bone
eyes of tomarrow
let the sorrow
enter into your room
make friendsand say goodbye
touch of the lover
kiss of fire like trembling little wispers in waterfalls of laughter
you know i love you
golden hair skin of sand
born together alone with everything
to impart a memory of tomarrow
of love lost and vision drowned
in the places we call together to meet and drink
together alone with everything
together we can do anything
between the places we meet and times we speak
there is a sound unheard a sight unseen
in the heart has always been

nature loves courage

Believing reality believes in me interconnected interpenetrating this bone blood spirit and stone balance shall be restored alighnment with the kundalini rising from the earth through my spine a fountain of healing spinning and weaving dreams and memories in yogic ecstacy resting my mind at peace breathing natures life force prana cosmo psycho dance of light and dark spacy and free the space between liberates