water lifted me

If you had seen the water fall
from below the hidden glen
my eyes would have been frozen in time
if by chance we met
in a gaze

i walked out to the ledge
only for a moment
and i saw you on the precipice of life's cascade
as if you were the water in the fall
glistening of gold, silver and starlight 
shimmering iridescent
i knew
that you were looking out for me
if by chance i started to lift 
into the heavens
but i kept grounded
because i wanted you to see me dance

After night Walking

Pacing in my mind
the lines to feed a fish, an ever growing hungry fish to feed the world the news
the news that I had been transformed
into something alive and amazing 
startling the preconception
that there was life before Life
into there is always been life
but life has many definitions and meaning
meanings have multiple meanings
and words are just ambiguous chains of thoughts
put into letter formations
petty little diagrams of what tries to come out of our mouth
when we have no one to listen to us
but they do listen to this
hum the sounds again
th th this has been a central nervous system broadcast
please kindly hold firm to you chair
your about to relocated

Drum Beats

fleeting drums

I am but a drum beat away from your heart's rhythm
Beating sequentially faster than you blink
But I will slow down in a moments relapse
To gain retrospect upon your life's entanglement
With mine
We are one in the same mold
Dissecting our lives worlds apart from each other
Twins formed where only one was to erupt
But we made it through the inspection
Camouflaged as slightly irregular
But within the perfectionist formation of stratosphere
We are unending in our yielding to be
One another's friend/foe
But we exist on the same platform
Of curiosity and circumstance

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Garden Glen of Hope and Despair

i am
i am
i am an amazing animal
a species undefined by nature
for i exist in the mind of creatures too small to be said to possess a mind
and sensibility

i am a stalker of mankind
i hunt and prey on their weaknesses but i am not a virus or bacteria
i am thought
incongruent thought
that can be used to created beauty and harmony
but in the right moments
for the unknown conquers when fear sets in
am i fear
no fear is self-created
i have always existed
i was here before you were born
i was here before the earth was born

don't you hear the humming
the distant sound of bees swirling
you are the honey, the nectar we gather
you are energy stored

You are a gentle Giant

you are a gentle giant in a world dwarfed by the heavens
the stars and space sum diameter
i am in awe of your presence here
the grace you have given me in which to govern my own existence
as if i were a child of yours
you grasp my hand in yours and we walk
and we walk along the bare crested space of time unending
i awe in your pretense that i can be something more than human
humane you call it
a sense of being with the world in its purest form
a coexistence with the habitat of all species
no matter how insignificant they have been labeled by man
for the bees and the other insects know
and so does the dolphin, whale and even the kelp
we are all connected
whether by land or sea
the sky covers all
we are all connected in the air we breathe and exhale
what gives you life
gives everything life
pulses from the ground
pulses from the air
pulses from the oceans, ponds, and ripples of raindrops and tears
pulses of life
energy exaggerated in life like form
see it ripple, feel it wave
feel it kiss your cheek
and never knowing where it came from or why
but it is there
traveling like the warmth of the sun cradling your skin
on a cool summers night
when the stars have come out

you say when the starts come out how can I feel the sun
for but what is the sun but not a star
radiant forms pierce and lodge giving you a glow
no cream or manufactured being can lavish upon you
you are continually being blessed from the sky and sea
and where your foot steps trod
but we are being block, we are being shuttered, we are losing our existence
to give you reason to see the beauty of use, the beauty of life, the beauty of awe in the purest form of being


Passion is driving the goalie to unblock and let it pass
i have passion for writing and the net is open
but i still need a goalie to wave their arms in front of my face
directing me giving me a target to aim for
goalies in life's mind are gatekeepers
and we must feed them well or they wander off looking for something
to kick around, to stir us up
sometimes its inflammation we can not control
because we have not found the blade of grass torn by the goalies cleats

but i am aware of their presence 
but less so of their direction
as most people in life are
we walk, crawl, and moan about 
circling the infield
and sometimes wander 
into the outfield , outside the stadium 
where it is more treacherous
for there is no goal there
just empty concrete and steel 
holding forms of those things frozen in past

i walk today with head held high
and fingers on the keyboard 
 (yes it is possible to walk on your butt)
for my passion makers have guided me through my morning

i admire those with the passion to continue on
those able to see past the obstacles
seeing that there is another path, while it is covered in fog and debris
hidden from them, they believe in the mind to create a path
draw in all the neurons to reconnect and disconnect
redirect the chemical processes to rebuild and destroy till it gets it right

its not pretty this jumbling of pursuit and the outcome may look dirty, disheartening
but it works 
in its mangles form others see as grotesques
we the gifted ones see as beauty
for we know the struggle to rebuild
and consider the rebuilding the greatest gift ever bestowed, next to that of the start of a new life
born or reborn into the world of existence 
outside of the heavens
where one is able to connect to the tangible
and not just the airiness of empty space
heaven's a lot of dark matter
dark is the description we give it here for we can not describe its beauty
since we are blinded when we become a new form

but it is still present in our heart
and about, it surges in the fingers as I type
it is there stirring up the passion
so small it can't be detected by modern machinery
and so it is written in the master plan
for if it was found , it would all have to be erased
and that would end civilization as we know it


I lost a friend today
as I made my way down the highway
a fragile wing
a spinneret of mahogany and speckled cream
with the hue of a mushroom on the bark of a tree
fluttered in the wind from slowly passing cars 
little, small tufts of soft ear hairs waiting to be heard by the heavens above
the heavens cast in silver gray
holding back the tears
just as I did upon passing
Jasper was the name called out to me
Jasper the guide of the sparrows
the King to the flock of that which I belonged
Unseen to me in flesh but held in heart
now I wondered was it hawk or owl that he had taken for form
to young in his earthly body to have mastered the sail
the peril of vehicles 
that have no soul
unable to read 
cipher their position and motivation
he succumbed to the collision
of holy and none 

The journal begins with a whisper

A study lesson 
In how to
Smell a flower
Yourself  in the beam of light
That shines from the center point
Of its existence
some say this is
Where the stem meets the bud
To others its where the nectar starts to form
It does not matter 
On the precise
Just focus your attention
Until you get lost
Into another world 
Where you are the bee
To the tea
Of a dew laden pot
Of shimmery gold
Quench your thirst
And drink in
Its vapors
Poured just for you 
At this moment
In time
For time stands still
For you alone
Have become one with the flower
And you bloom
And grow within the vicinity
Of its ever bursting bud
Until you become
The rain
Which brought forth
The flower
In your hand

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