Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Please Relax in your spaceship 8/6/09 10:58 AM

Racing fingers crossing boarders taking notes.
Epic arrival divine timing all planed out.
Categories of old songs, middle age wonder.
Crisis melt down rebuilt foundation.
Drunken slurs of love and lustful adventure.
Miracles created through precipitation.
Rain drops covering over leaflets and old thoughts.
Smooth legs shaven or not.
Ironic twist of parallel spots.
Tasty sweet tangy midnight.
Three am is the new noon.
Before roads where created we crafted paths.
Now a days our lackadaisical nature forces us to relax.
Puts us in a position where there is no answers.
Questions circle like vultures.
Strange enough to enjoy the fruit of our labor.
Who is your muse so cute and comfortable.
She sings to me in hypnotic melodies.
Awakening the memories of my childhood days.
Beyond a single entity, she is the all seeing eye to me.
The definition of my spirits divine connection.
Love generated through pure thought.
If we continue to question our abilities.
It will only be a matter of time, till we confront infinity.
Build castles in the forest for our friends to share.
Park view sun set successful completion.
Scattered thought patterns revealing new realms.
Unpeeling equal proportions of professionalism.
Fetch me the news paper so I can get depressed.
Pop a few pills now your feeling your best.
Silly ridiculous conundrum where in.
Stop leaving so many long comments.
Small ones to the point will inspire our perfection.
Disconnection created through disorientation.
How many more times before you get the hint.
The smell of myrrh and frankincense.
To some a persons age may have more to do with,
Human experience then moon rotation.
Personal reflection.
Personality traits carried on from our grandparents.
It saddens what I consider my well being,
To know that we have become accustomed,
To put beings in to a hierarchy.
I guess in order to control chaos.
Here we go again with the right answer being wrong in the end.
Realizing that we all have a role to play,
Movie perfection caught off screen with no make up on.
Eyes red like amber from lack of sleep.
Owl like imprints lay above your cheeks.
Crossing the Canadian boarder with a bag full of carrots.
A laptop that has the potential to create a legacy.
A living breathing entity.
I miss my brothers and sisters.
I am inspired by reconnection.
Animals speak to me through their hearts.
Like a string was attached to a old can.
Echoing caverns where as a child I took hikes.
Spinning rapidly like a whirling dervish.
Dignity and calm peaceful neutrality.
That’s alkalized living at its highest.
Above average rhythm, can surely spark your interest.
Informative impeccable liability.
Building blocks across the front dash of the metal animal.
Out of bounds but up and back in it.
Laughing cause you never knew there where limits.
Misinformed by father time, to rush and race.
What ever happened to that which use to turn you on.
Like some one broke the switch and now its gone.
Well here you go my friend a spark to the fuse.
The fuel to the fire to ignite your tools.
Traversing through verses with creative cursive.
Heart pumping begging for comfort.
Alone feet spread wide, laughing at your feeling.
So excited and blissful almost surreal the free fall.
Continue on but leave the drama.
The road runner got a ticket and couldn’t go any farther.
So we left him back a the gate,
Asked him nicely if he would wait,
Upon agreeing I noticed a grin,
The most peculiar mannerism I’ve seen in months.
As if I was reading these words from your lips.
Or if my lips where yours.
A even eye exchange full filling fantasies,
Through the use of words on a page.
Grasp my arm as if you where falling from a cliff.
Let my words lift you up with no expectations to give.
Unnecessary weight carried for to long,
If I could have it my way every sentence would be a song.
I could continue on but my batteries gone.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Slowly it Landed 8/5/09 10:57 AM

Slowly as if it was only an illusion.
Stepping out of the shadow self.
Or in it again, snake like skin shedding.
Standing rooted in the earth.
Repetitive adlibs that fill our libido.
Like a tongue licking the salt off your wrists.
Kissing your eyes again with my words.
Clouds swirling in cosmic rotation,
As if every movement was a well thought out verse.
Each component putting more emphasis on the next.
Fully experiencing each and every pulling tide.
Relocating in order to calm the chaos of immortality.
Morsels of food reserved to feed the need.
Saved for another day of enjoyment.
When life ends does the world end as we know it.
Fear based future thoughts are nonsense.
Organization and optimism,
Are more suited for over all well being.
Enormous amounts of digging went in to cleaning the slate.
Washing the chock board clean from confusion and hate.
Wild rapids rushing past, replacing the sand with water.
Keeping track of time with an hour glass.
Noticing that the notes you have been taking are misleading.
Your love for another was swallowed whole.
Disregard the pride the revolution of holding a flag.
Standing for a purpose that blows in the wind.
Emotions run deep share them with me.
I can hear you speaking softly under your breath.
Words flutter like humming bird wings.
Women acting as if a spell has been cast.
The reports told us that the wind will last.
That the sail boat will have enough gust to get past.
My ancestors collected berries,
Hunted wild animals to bring home a feast.
The men where alchemist, and the women witches.
Puzzling how a healing art can be seen as taboo.
Yet we dictate decrepit dialogue to direct the children.
Guess tomorrows not that big a deal to some, Lost in the moment.
It’s as if we put ourselves in a Catch-22 position,
Some people love to be in a personal paradox.
Forgetting that what they put out,
Energetically effects all with in.
It’s doubtful that they are enjoying the embrace.
So lets give them a pep talk.
They can share the buzz I have.
The internal natural born rhythm of the Gods.
And as my chin lowers,
May they provide the strength to my Neck.
Align, every morning with excitement and joy,
Align, every night with gratitude and strength.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Trusting water 7/29/-8/02/09 5:34 PM

As I arrive to the oceans side,
I wait for the tide to take me home.
All commotion calmed by her voice.
Ecstatic magnetism,
Spirits taking over your own control.
No longer dueling with the dragon of trust.
Those that have come before,
And think different then us.
Slowly traveling through the hallway of change.
The stair way toward unity and what we reclaim.
We save the date for celebration,
Selected the track then rearrange the station.
Mountain faces climax with in moments.
Power so deep unfocused passion won’t last.
The aftermath of calamity, always will pass.
Transmuted through movement peace and union.
Walking through the forest while driving past.
Outside of my body laying on the grass.
Sensitive skin tone of a tree.
Flesh like the bark.
Excuse me for a moment.
Let us breath, man and women created me.
Hands like stones eroding with time.
Two thoughts so similar, flexible massage
Quite like what a river looks like.
Rolling waves of thunder.
Solar beams of bolting light,
Weight of a falling feather lifted by the wind.
Pushed to one side in order for the other to begin.
With precision on the craft and focus with the art.
Blade made of opal pearl covered in lavender,
Raspberry purple leather,
She moves like a snake wrapping around musical notes.
Scales ascending in symmetrical metronomes.
The temptress tapping on the door.
If Cleopatra only knew,
The kind of zoo we moved in to,
Where horses are fenced in.
And birds and bee’s are afraid to fly.
The resonating language between you and I,
Harmony that introduces all that is awaiting.
So as the story book is written before us to see.
Pouring dirt over the hole’s, removing reminding remodeling,
Me, we dream together getting closer to the answer.
Mystery, slowly as the water rushes by,
And the rolling hills around us awaken what’s inside.
Giant’s that have been sleeping,
Skyscrapers incredible magic.
The masterpiece of a hard working unit.
Growing gardens along the city streets.
On your roof there is food to eat.
Their coming with baskets full of fruit cakes and rosaries.
White rose leafs dried from the heat.
Spider webs crystallized by the poets tongue.
The critique of nature’s obscure thoughts.
Heart full of memories deep rooted roots,
Griping tightly around our feet.
Firm and adaptable through and through.
The earth the world me and you.