Finally moving. Like a sequence slowed for detail-oriented judgements to be made. Interested in state of minds, observational philosophy, foolish numb-minded factory lines. How impossible it feels to not succumb to distractions. Rejected sea-created leaves are strewn across the office. They must be lacking photosynthesis and beach underwear. Grains of science hug lean and pound. Massaging prints of the daily clock. Death of a canvas. A wavy gesso. Im told to paint it black. Conniving as always, the history seeps through each time. Gone like seconds. Except when dealing with desserts. Then their gone like firsts.
Traditionally green on green inspires natural deception. Natural. Natural like hot back sand bellies.
Freedom feelers. Stomping magic snowflakes with every graceful step. Molding, making pathways turn to storied lift off sites. The ground echoes tasks and journeys. Thumping arrivals, bellowing moves to leave behind. Brightness slides.
Footloose paths are swept into memory.
Not a good person sometimes.
Im trying to be.
Signs lying to me human kinds mind size blinding cant deny times Ive implied I tried.
Its been about three weeks now.
Its been about three weeks since I lay in bed unawake.
Unaware. Unconvinced. Underwear.
Warm tea bristles the senseless nose.
Waking wearing evening clothes.
Breadholes crisping butter bowl.
Sunshine dusting fog from souls.
Writing sessions left with lessons.
Wonderment inscribes a message.
It seems the charcoal gray is blue.
It seems the moon shines right at you.
Although I ran and swung on ropes.
Im happy to leap with parachute hopes.
Floating by in the ocean.
Faithless dives with grooving notions.
Faceless eyes with spirits broken.
Waiting for the perfect moment.
The dreamy leniency.
Fired between the sequenced beliefs.
Even with rates and journeyment blood.
Even on skates they can breathe in so freely.
They can breathe out so gladly,
Jive of a journey.
Leaving not learning.
Rubbing the wood that need not be furnished.
I hunger for more,
to reach in so deeply.
Nerves striking beauty,
with words flowing through me.
Searching for love,
stealing from cruelty.
Rhythm and sound aint bringing me down.
I feel I rise up.
I feel love raining down.
Vision seems so frequent leaving recent moving changing chasing thinking re-arranging.
I cant help just loving racing running lovely weaved with helpless. Smiles shine above me.
Hopefully, I love me.
Toppling down for topless mounds.
Giving way to everyday’s.
Leaving town the wrongest ways.
Down around and over things.
Senseless minds with inkless pens.
Sometimes I try to recommend my brain to round a different bend.
Scene sequence with beats for dreamheads.
Just a means to feed.
The decision crisis is spreading like wildfire.
If what we don’t have is what we want.
Then how will we ever be right?
If our mind keeps lying were kinda fucked anyway right?
The tribal resistance.
Teaming tough to leave us rough and bleeding from leaking regions.
Through with reading lines repeating.
Leave your seats receiving reasons.
Reason being thoughts careening.
Need to speak before Im sleeping.
First for last.
Glass and dirt.
Work in silk,
To milk the clerk.
Ride on the end of this one.
A moment is coming.
It always is.
A moment that makes you blow your lid.
A moment that nears the world just spins.
Reason to invite without within.
Bring the ruckus.
Bring the love.
Holy fuck lets fuck then hug.
Nothing but love the great escape.
A dream I saw on thursday night.
Or was it wednesday.
A lovely flight.
Or so it seemed.
A reason to continue sleep.
Reason being. Everything.
I let my ears just hear them sing.
Ill let you hear.
If you believe.
Theres more to see.
While you still breathe.
A region thats ripped
leaves people with
a reason to
A reason to
Its a writing challenge in evening gowns.
Nightfall speaks with grieving clouds.
Although we think we just cant seem.
To see the world as a living being.
Just a snippet from my head equipment.
Bounce and shine
like dancing glitter.
Massaging earth to knead it thinner.
The trees hurt my feet.
Brutalize them ocean.
Thank you for every breath, every movement.
Every effort to adjust my perspective.
Every evil deed accompanied by remarkable beauty.
The world continues to spin.
There is always time for a little more action and reaction.
It would be very difficult to put down the freedom mallets.
The expressive directions.
Embracive selections with love and affection.
It is never too late to experience isolated moments of natural perfection.
Hot air balloon with throttle control.
The nerves may run the nerves may stroll.
Stay conductor never leave.
Your arm controls all my beliefs.
Your arm adjusts thoughts and dreams.
Your arm provides the reason being.
I need you please.
All the fireflies.
I want to return to their evenings.
Barbecue sites with kick back tracks.
Notes to soothe.
The brains relaxed.
Brand new laughs.
Match tilting skies.
The dream is back.
Zero and zero make one.
It seems the world has forgotten.
Or simply disregarded the important.
It seems to simply be getting worse.
The technology race slows us from killing each other.
But makes it increasingly easy to destroy us as a whole.
It seems evolution has made this inevitable.
And now its too late.
Deathly penalties with healthy melodies.
Mist and haze and shoeless days.
Mankind is just a land mine.
Waiting to explode at the most convenient time.
Waiting in line for my time of dying.
Cant ignore fragility.
Its why I drink the wine.
It seems about the time.
The time being now.
As long as were still here we don’t need to know how.
All I know.
Is Im going to die.
With a chance to live forever.
Its cause we think.
Its cause the outside world thinks for us.
We just have to avoid the ones that talk.
The breeze can steal my thoughts.
I welcome the ocean.
Grass crawling through toes with sunlit faces.
Interacting with those who talk, though dangerous, fills my lungs with air.
We are immersed in it.
Everything between our blinks is dripping with beauty.
The wheels are round but some have dents.
The straight ahead road has fence defense.
Juggling rocks with a rusted belly.
No speedometers aint no tellin.
Crawling steep and stumbling ledges.
At least a piece is humbly guessing.
At least the feel has hunger dressing.
It seems were made to keep progressing.
Ive seen a sunrise that shook the earth.
Ive also felt a world of hurt.
Love and fear.
All there is.
Im stuck it seems somewhere between.
Every blink a new work of art.
Pasted to memory by the capturers.
Ive got a feeling. A feeling Im losing. A feeling Im winning.
Trophies are smiles and ribbons are laughter.
The game isn’t there to win.
Its simply there to be played with happiness.
To be loved or respected?
I think the answer is clear.
So many melodies to revive the journeys. What where and when. Most importantly. How it felt. Beauty surrounds. It is almost too much to handle. I find myself frozen in awe at the utter perfection of the most innocent performances of nature. A symphony composed by the journey from dawn to dawn. A cycle of ever changing life. Enveloped in elation. Threaded together by love.
Stuck down in eye delight city writhing in pity for underwear skinny.
Preseason spinning jumping, beginning.
Small attack reactionaries, relax canaries, impaired scared, aware and wary.
Sometimes all you need is sunshine, across the face, a brief escape, a brief intake engulf in landscape.