we are here
on this earth
like the trees
and the sun
and the air
and our hurt,
we are live,
as we wait,
as we build, as we care,
i know this thing,
about us all, i watch the wave
tumble forth,
call out names: one by one.
collapse the hard
by being good.
Look out farther,
further in,
grant me access,
receive love.
i cry at night,
seen only by the
glow,
the noise hums,
i fill with regret
like a tub, a sink,
plugged up!
baby i just want to,
flow,
like a good guy
like a true
arrow,
can i please be
mighty like the
sun?
theres a cool car
& an ocean breeze,
dont forget restless obsessed,
beggin beauty bout you,
dont leave...hey,hey,hey.
i needs to leave you this way,
cutest bay, little moo, tippy toes,
scrunchy nose...
flick back your hair, dont care,
its forever ago, i know your smell,
always forever crushing.
time is a measure of space,
and light is the ruler;
From within we expand,
From expansion we contract.
The truth the ebb
the reality the flow
the present tense
the fixed point from where
we measure.
sometimes i chop stuff down
cause i feel wrong
or told that,
or tired, worn;
sometimes i break things
by mistake or not,
finally lost of fear
dangerous, dumb, done.
mostly i breathe slowly,
remember past tragedies,
carry on.
i sit by the fire surrounded by desert and look:
In front of me the flames take shapes,
i feel free and settled, and they speak;
deep within my cells the history of my all my pasts unfolds slowly with the heat and outer blanket darkness, and those times tell stories like when you used to camp with friends and family.
The rocks are witness.
The craggy outlines and holes penetrate the meaning. Im left to wonder.
The stars above also consuming matter, and gravity thuds the pit another log for the flames.
As night passes the moon rise quickens and all living things attend to the heavenly transer between star and celestial body.
The fur of other beasts and plants coats the body, and at some point also sizzles and splatters, crucified / sacrificed in the name of lofty purpose.
Depending on the adventure the desert can beckon with many diversions, pleasures, past times, or meditations.
Bold adventurers sample whatever offered.
Call your name,
So much emptiness answers.
I settle gently, still by the fire.
As it embers my eyes whisper dreamy,
thankful for the mojave.
utah money, on the backs of dinosaurs;
destined for Los Angeles, and too old
to be a fun wag.
Best wishes greeting card
bout the bayo sandwich shoppe.
Make revenue, french press business.
Gangster Katies past the bullshit balls
INQUISITORS.
Along the coast somewhere,
a child named ocean, a digital nomad,
designs a collective consciousness
where a swath of awe inspired mammals
vibe out forever ditching their wasted copsules.
Come on,
a tendon pulled forever long
that tensions together with
the void.
