Some Poems

Chasing the sun through all the world's seeming
Mindlessly sinning for all that we need
Exploring the scare of our sins down and dreaming
Mindfully planning which impulse precedes
Hear her scold what's to come as we rise for an airful
Recede again into it behind us trailing futile concern
Reality's back hear Crow cry out be careful
We roar from the mountains the world takes it's turn

Division from the fear, decision from the pain
Division from the hunger and the wetness of the rain
Division from the pleasure
Reunion of compassions
Division of the walls that separate what holds our passion
Reunion of the spirit
Reunion of the friends
To truly separate what simply should and should not end

The soul is infected with poison
As people who don't feel their reason
Fill the void with force
And filth as extremes are sought
At all costs
The entirety I hope and believe keeps its form
Unaffected but for it's stomach turning
Pain but only within a wholeness to wake to
A dream in the fractal womb
And futile our attempts to be anything but exactly as we have created ourselves
Asleep and fetal within it

Spores entering the nourishment of darkness
Knowing the moon like Mother's face
Breaking free from my lunatic harness
Falling up backwards to grace
Currents and ripples drag through
Molten plasticine of memory
Moments felt and held onto as soul once held flesh
Light emits from perception emotion through sensory
Patterns emerging as memories mesh
as love mathematics and beauty persisted
While an art cannot possibly stand on its own
Patterns so perfect they already existed
A footprint is not something someone can own