My pump

I told the story over and over again.
Round in circles from beginning to end.
Chasing its tail - so familiar
Until I saw it for what it was
Just a day at the park on the merry-go-round
I tried to touch smoke but it faded away
I looked in the mirror and my hair was turning gray
I let go and sang today
I hope my body lets go the same
I bet my heart a million dollars it would still pump

Thoughts.....let them go instead

The air is getting too big
I have no idea what I'm looking at out here
I'm lost and it feels good
This generations voice is babbling
Or just a river
Whats our name
Where do we belong
What do you call it
when we're falling off the milky way
Softly suspended
Nowhere here we are
Our family tree.

Forgiveness.....

I
forgive
you
for
not
being
where/what/who
I
thought
you
were
supposed
to
be.


I
forgive
myself
for
not
being
where/what/who
I
thought
I
was
supposed
to
be.


The World is forgiven.

We scratch our heads and smile.

An arrow so sharp
that it can pierce through any object.
Fly through walls.
Into the water without a splash.
A fire that is so hot
that it consumes all that is.
Unitively standing alone.
Its you and me!
Falling in the middle of
nowhere.
Lack of gravity.
We're not moving at all.
Lost in our own home.
Home is where the heart is.
We are the center
in relation to infinity.
Lack of time.
I can pretend to melt.
Or be stiff as a rock.
See sounds with my ears.
We scratch our heads.
Land on a soft pillow.
For another goodnight on repeat.

What doors?

What influence do they have over me? My doors are wide open. Any eye could see in. Some people don't give a damn while others do. I can see into peoples open doors. Some people don't care what they show while others hide. What deep dark secret am I afraid of letting you see? We're supposed to be ashamed of our nakedness. There are portals that are not acceptable. Your eyes are so important to me. Your acceptance means the world. Or am I self sufficient? Am I comfortable in my own skin? Unaffected by the comings and goings of your thoughts. Anchored to my own beingness.

Luckily your thoughts do not create me. They challenge and expand me.

Whilst sipping from a mug

Green tea. Its the new mix! Its put together with circles and squares. Its important that you see that and then let go of it. It needs to randomize again. What will this cup bring?It happens without you even having to ask the question. Its ghost sits on your mind. It stains the walls of your universe. But underneath is a breath of fresh air. Vital and renewed. Thick sludge stuck around your feet. Only days can dry and evaporate sludge into dust. A new breath given to a sneeze. Welcome to the edge of your seat. New life like you've never seen.

The window

Tilted window and light escapes.
It splashes on my face.
I stand outside.
One eye in the shadow.
I can see you
looking through this page at me.
My hand is up to halt you.
How far will you go?
Through the window
I can see into your house.
I've seen you chasing your tail.
Running up the stairs.
Locking your doors.
Keeping it all in.
Keeping it all out.
The attic has built up cobwebs.
Dancing away days in in fast forward.
My hand is up to halt you.
When will you stop?
Tonight you've stopped...
you're looking through the window...
you're looking at me.

Fingers out of nowhere

If it doesn't mean anything
It still means something.
A leaf falls
a strings plucked
Fingers out of nowhere
Moving independently
Sharing happiness
Working in unison
Working together
Group interaction
with space in between
With notes singing
Vibrations dancing
Infinity Machine
Shouting itself about
Making rocks and such...
Dropping leaves
Plucking strings
Growing trees
Look at all the people
looking at the red carpet all laid out
People-emulating machines
Creating and falling apart
Making art
eating from the infinite soil
Worried about getting sucked into a black hole
Notes singing
Hair growing
Heads spinning
The Infinity Machine.....ON

Absract car crash

So I got into the c a r
I noticed a glare
We stop light
Greens and reds
Then I noticed a glare; yellow
Out of control the car will spin
Danger speeding around the corner
You get the sense of slipping
In silence the day has never been so bright
Vibrant
Jazzing with the grass
In a body all wrapped up
Its greedy when you hold it all in
Tires share themselves marking the pavement
Plunging forward
Kick into awake gear
Steer yourself
Maybe let go
Splash into the water
Underwater car fire.

Sports

Throwing the ball around......it gives us something to do.

White noise

A cluttered mess.

Concepts overlapping.

Ideas leaking everywhere.

A mind full of static noise.

A blanket to keep us warm.

To keep us busy.

To keep us occupied.

Dramas painted onto the walls of our cities.

We derive ourselves from our melting sand castles.

Made of noise.

Nice face painting you have on.

But underneath that mask

We have nothing to hide.

Only lies.

Lies to cover with.

Lies to paint with.

But the underneath pierces.

point of interest

A point of interest
Waiting to poke through
Let these words splice through
Take aim..the white of their eyes..fire
Historian takes a glance
I build a fire
Inside this ever unquenchable body
Push through the corridors
Flicker then a flash
Let the light pierce the filter
Until it all falls through
Nothing left to hold back
Tears of joy splash back
Hair whipping in the wind
A riptide pulls us all out
Moment by moment
Crack of dead silence
Then it all boils down
Breath at full potential
Coast apparent
Roll around the loop de loop
Every kindred spirit is a flame
A scent carried through time
To transcend our bodies
And pull us out of the ashes
Come full circle
Dust to dust recycled bones
Melding of the senses
Out casting your shadow
Its all we become
Now a rusty nail
A point of interest
Waiting to poke through

I am

I do not have to eat
I do not have to sleep
I do not have to think
I do not have to wait
I do not have to die
I do not have to run
I do not need a relationship
I do not need a computer
I do not need music
I do not need to fear
I do not need money
I do not need to move
I do not need to talk
I am not thirsty
I am not tired
I am not angry
I am not sad
I will do everything
I will do nothing
Everything is mixing
I do not need to write

006

Time constraints holding me down
Gravity on broken glass
Put together the pieces of the puzzle
You looked surprised
The doorbell rings
The reaper, the guest of honor
Stretch my time rubber band
Why is the clock frowning down
Beads of water on my back
Anticipation and sweat
1000 seconds scatter like ants
Hurriedly to the supermarkets
Rushing home
Quick go to sleep, bash your head, wake up again
Catch my tail I've never seen
Somersault to the next level
Hang myself with my own hands
I'm sick and I'm tired
I don't want to feel pain
I'm on my way to heaven
Run your fastest mile
Touch your face its melting away
You didn't anticipate that brick wall
Where's darkness and silence
Everything stands perfectly still
My vehicle so fast everything else is a blur
I don't want to hear the globe whisper
I have no patience to watch a flower grow
I'm on my way to heaven
I'm a caged animal running for my life
Won't you come and stay a while
Heaven can wait

I let the air breeze in.
Theres no relief for my fiery tongue
which is sewn to the back of my brain.
My mind slips up then it all disappears.
I want to be soft and gentle. Not so direct;
Abrasive.
Its hard to see your hot head when you are the hot head.
I am strong. I have will.
Persist and be paid. In gold?
No expectations or measurements required.
Just a comedy of a dream.
Continuous laughter.
Theres an open can of dark matter.
I'm hiding behind.

004

So if I could change, I will.
So influenced/then stand strong like an anchor.
You're allowed to be your own way: Unnatural at first glance:
Smooth out.
I've lost myself and now
I'm floating somewhere in the room.
A headscape.
The sun is on in my room.
You can easily fall back into your old skin.
Dead and decomposed.
Just when you think you've got it figured out
your train falls off its tracks.
In dreamlike fashion, it rolls downhill
and slips into the ocean
transforming into a boat.
Just when you thought you would sink.

on and off

I'm on. Hollow but buzzing.
Senses on instinct. No need for sharpness.
Just a light breeze. My knife getting sharper.
My mind is blank because I cannot see thru
the wall of the fence before me.
On the other side infinity. Fluid nylon
you can get wrapped up in.
Destiny jokingly ends at the cliff.
I have couch potato chip discipline.
Theres a thin wall between my muscle
and skin; FAT
The universe pukes me up every morning
right before I wake up.
I'm stuck on rewind.
I want to be strong and walk the narrow path,
but all I get are wide open days.
Take a walk in fields of grass where there is nothing to inhibit.
Fear is a cold breeze.
Its nothing more than a holographic energy.
I get turned off.

Let

Let go of all your fantasies.
Built up projections.
Let it all hang loose.
Let go of all your ideas
of how you think its supposed to be.
There is something on the other side
that is far more than you've ever imagined.
The scope is expansive. Ever changing.
This box crumbles.
My head can't hold the entire world.
My eyes rearrange.

The Play

Two rocks, inanimate beings somehow animated,
dance in the empty bliss of space.
And if each is free enough-
They spin around each other at super high speeds
and join into a new greater force thats sum
is greater than the parts.
Rotating once again. Recreation over and over again
infinitely complex and ever larger.
Creating and transmutation with the collision of more parts.
Curves and jagged lines. Squiggles and circles.
Everything laughing and eyes watching.
Fixing and letting go of. Perfect.........