Part 2

So i speak with candor oh mote it be!
the duality in everything that i see
present even as we speak
inside the illusion of the restless and the meek
theres a snake smirking knowingly with the trees
one thing with many possibilities
acting with fairness or however it shall please


Untitled

under the magnolia
lavendar blooms
an ecological utopia
that rises from the ruins
of a city that once towered
from its destruction that has now flowered
grows the magnolia this noon





statistics of society  (from highschool)

A suffering ecstasy through pain and war
as in your face as the slamming of a door
a disgrace geniousity mistaken for lunacy
Pure bliss? found through a simple hallow commodity
what would you say if i could say more

If i said more would you listen at all
or would you write it off as another to fall
the vicariousness vesicates vexatiously as the fall becomes a leap
but the sympathy i feel is only in waking my pleasure lays in sleep
the whole society excretes is a hole to deep
what would you say if i said it all

In it all its societys hole of ecstasy pain and war
geniouses lunatics commodity's and more
sympathy lies society and there locked doors
i admit i idly watched society fall
what would you say if i said nothing at all





Rebirth

Have you watched the kundalini flow
or points interact in the space eyes see as empty

The rebirth of wheat or the potato
that grows from itself

everlasting life as it was
thought of and searched for
through relentless adventures
by scores of heroes and others
disappointed thinking life would end
with strife and struggle
addiction to the ego
inhibits seeing that which is most beautiful
the rebirth of wheat or the potato




Untitled
a picture of fabrishae eggs
beside a house on wheels in a black and white picture of an old town
months go left, while days come right and Wednesday is in the middle today


across the door mountains in the back
clouds I've seen a million times resting over top
in the front line; a wheel against a post
outside the windows flourishes green with trees
their roots clenching on deep within the sandy earth

gentle caressing the wind in its blowing




morning star

truthful and honest
rebirth of a goddess
so zen, knowingly




Untitled

spring rose
falling in a spread of peddles
cushioning in a bed of thorns

spilling wine
endeavors, your predicament
turns to poison

water thicker then blood
the victims are your children
exiled, searching for acceptance




Untitled, (from highschool.)

tis i tis i
through out through out
who he is is doubt
through out he is as is i
out and down through out and around
she falls to my surprise

out and around she goes down
to meet him somewhere there
hes around but not up or down
she will not find him here

who am i, who am i
to tell the truth
to i, to i
who am i to lie
hes sitting at a place
that you passed long time ago
where fealings fall to and fro
and the pain is always at a steady grow

out and through her doubt
and somewhere passed here soul
she trips and falls to a spot
where angels will not go
she found him there to his surmise
at the spot where he was born
without hesitation she looked into his eyes
all she found was empty scorn

denie, denie
all you wish
denie, but listen to his reply

There stood truth with the devil at her side
truth talked in riddle of lie
and the side he tries to hide

said i, said i
here what i say the devil can call on him
at any time of day
sain is her disdain
to be complete is to be
to be set free

He stood up in that small crowd
spread up and all around
everywhere and nowwhere
nowhere to be found

again she lost him
For him she begun, began to search through time
in infinity she saw through limbos eyes
everything was everywhere she could see this there
even though she was nowhere she still couldnt find him here


Feal alive she did
when truth told her where he hid
alive in surprise, the reaction of a kid




taurus

Consumed enough of your brethren
that these shoes are forgiven
sentenced amongst fenced in fields
as a resource regarded as meals
ignorant to your emotional being
stubborn and patient
liberty of living
Hathor is so very angry with you

truly we cant see the natural laws of existence
template of design
re-aligning self indulgence
we really can see the natural laws of living
breathing this air
where are we really
out of 7
in a spectrum
birthing a new hierarchy





the gift


The shapes traced like tempo
over the staff 8 colours strewn
we'd like it all to be simple
when we could be gazing at the moon

like clouds that right out arpeggios
matter sings along
placating our denials
transubstantiating our song

What more could we ask for
when we have strings in four : four





midas touch

automated
responding to this resposibility
sence of dignity
to hold my head high
to bow to my ignorance
modesty may comfort
but less and less
confront our arrogance
impermanence
reminiscent of my quest
relevant
whether ive seen, heard
or manipulated the stagnant
if at all it is any meens to stray from the impoverish





Brahman

This breath is a dream
of anachronistic multiverses
their life is a pendulum
beauty is a symptom
beauty is its honesty

This existence is the tool of an architect
constructing meaning out of energy
fealing like love is not everything
tragedy is a symptom
tragedy is its honesty

i choose the lofty
to mediate my concerns
delegate to me
what we need
to see us through this
gift of choice and
reflection

we reach for the sky
forgetting its all around us
we reach for the sky
with a nostalgia to go back home




biology

around the silhouette we dance the night til dawn
without words eyes speak communing passion
desires hold on the arches of control

riddle that begins with a smile
so coy and obvious, rhythm of intention
never a spoken word
comedy that speaks truth in realization

to be the breath that passes through your kisses
or the luckiest limbic system and your emotions