Beach Stones
untitled
if it was anything else i would be dead
used to the extreme
spent
useless connections breeding forgiving conversations
no extent of background
variables bouncing off walls
fragile snow globes sitting on store shelves
waiting their turn
wages and debts of life
equally terminal
no point to shutters,
forecasts either
tangent oriented frayed seams
firing on both ends
burning through
into air
Slash and burn
I’ve got a lot of blood inside me,
and it runs through me bright as days
Accidents leave you at truths gate
theyre sick of me slamming away,
underneath and summer night sky
absent of a moon
Can i tell you that you are the ocean in me?
do you feel the tides that carry me?
my own moon, drunk on power
a loving species inhabiting stricken forests
we must climb
way above the trees
to a place hiding in the clouds
our own temple awaiting it’s inhabitants
Lets keep this place safe in our memories
as if trapped by mental vines
to the mother jungle, the greater good
unbiased in decision, partial maybe
but just to the order of things.
Prisoners From Above
An undressed state of mind, and a fitting topic,
short as ever, but still, on I linger.
Ahead in new directions of self worth
and noticing strength in everyday life.
Like lifting your head off your pillow each morning,
small victories painting little pictures that make grand images.
Past the usual sights with their usual conversations,
most of them can’t smell the smog from the trees.
Autopilotiers ,
simplicity in its highest regard,
leading to a big bang.
Extinction,
and a new chance for the privileged
A cloud casts a shadow of doubt,
but it’s only filled with belief
weightless matter
clouds inside of cages
kind of like books,
with no pages.
When is it our turn?
The world is changing, and sights spread faster than electricity.
My heart goes out to the people of Japan.
I’m still processing the magnitude and relevance this has on me, and today.
I love you earth
Wisdom
Believe it
Pollen
Filled with pollen
