flashing lights can hypnotize the fire burns and it blinds your eyes everything you've been told is a lie for the answer you seek lies inside you can try to live life within the lines if you're clinging to notions you'll be fine but the circle gets smaller over time
I want to burn
in the deep ocean blue
and drown in black wilderness
I want to soar
with feet planted in yellow sand
and run like vultures riding updrafts
I want to rise
like a cascading torrential spring rain
and fall like embers carried by thermal columns
The whiskey doesn't pour itself
Nor does it drink itself
And you can't get drunk staring at it
The wisdom in the bottle is not necessarily its content
But the person doesn't drink the whiskey for the whiskey
Wisdom is free to the hungry
The hungry person may be empty of stomach, but full of wisdom
Whiskey on an empty stomach, however, will make a quick drunk
we will ride
into the desert
into the sandstorm
we will ride
we will greet and be greeted by demon angels
with hair of fire and dust
and lips and skin moist with dew drops
we will be shaken to the bone
we will break
and we will learn
we will see through the mirage
for the vapor trail that it is
and phantoms of the mind that they are
then we will ride
and ride some more
a transdimensional excursion into the chasm of the spacetime vortex... and I feel fine...
we were thoroughly probed by a benevolent force
got caught up in intangible things
thru rose colored lens I sough everything
wave particles warped into obscurity
and eyes ablaze in kaleidoscopic purity
after the initial probing, they came back to disassemble and reassemble our transdimensional makeup
in an infinite number of universes,
I've kissed your lips an infinite number of times
and I've killed my lovers in infinite ways.
I was born, have lived and died in infinity.
I am the alpha and the omega.
the mother and the child.
the rocks and the trees.
I am the void and the essence.
I am all and none.
hate, love and indifference as one.
bounded in endless seas of stars and dust
we toss and tumble through ever shifting caliginosity
set in motion by laws we nonplus
matter spewing at insurmountable velocity
falling towards the center of the edge
oh vexing vixens, no maiden fair
lubricious lips and empty stares
old friends, beautiful strangers and fiends
lust, indifference and what lies between
all wide eyed but hollow chested
no contention and uncontested
aw frustration, fervor, doubts, and bouts
infatuation, but love not without
lovers, young and old
what sincere profoundness do you hold?
brides to be already wedded
to notions of love and not lovers to be bedded
but in the name of love cried the groom
ushering romantic vows but forgotten in desperate times of gloom.
spare your heart for your mind has eyes
and ears to perceive and pick out their lies
share your love and love moments and places
love with ferocity, not at written paces
you are free to love lovers: both the young and old
not just one and kin, but all and any with love to show
and in an instant, all is washed away
by the bombarding waves of social streams
like the beaching of roaring oceans
that erodes granite megaliths into ever smaller fragments
into stones, into pebbles and into the sand and dust
that blanket the world over and line the beaches
where we leave imprints under our weight
for but a few thrashings and sweepings of the crashing waters
these words, the aggregate of thoughts and emotions
like the sand paintings of Tibetan monks
meticulously composed grain by grain