Reduced By Words
Crawling in trees.
Breaking our seams.
Sweating fury spreading stories reaching deep to entertain and let you look inside our brain.
Reaching deep sometimes too far. But you. You see a clown. With painted face and thoughts bizarre. With abstract moves so distant walking losing life delusional obtuse and using quite confusing lost and alcohol abusing. You. Perceive a soul thats broken scared and running dreams are frozen hiding from society relying on avoiding sheep. But see. We chase a path for reason reaching through creation season seen as selfish self-absorbed struggling through our circus tour. See. Selfish opposite introspect conglomerate awake exposed and profit-less to make your hearts just stop a bit. Make your hearts create a smile make you think escape awhile live in moments change your dial embrace alive forget denial.
We only mean to dive into.
Our worlds to give them back to you.
Alone we walk.
A different way.
So we can all unite someday.
Crawling in trees.
Breaking our seams.
We all will die.
But for some they will sing.
When we leave.
We give you everything.
Gold and diamonds.
Anger made with broken hands carved so deep its woken man.
Man the beast.
Man finds feast.
Actions made with instinct bones forgetting he is not alone.
Alone and exposed.
Brain on toes.
Still finding ways.
To chase a rose.
Riding high on desert sands a temporary social grant it fades away so quickly see the world it knocks you to your knees.
Still lit a color sea it holds you close and sets you free defying only fear and love to leave you living like a dove.
Humble notion lightly spoken every word condones emotion.
Still cloud eyes and hands held high the limbs themselves are not sure why.
A gift so small.
Thankful the unknown exist.
Seems it must live somewhere up cause reason just was dropped on us.
Dream genies and ravenous ravens craving saving thoughts and sharing staring hard and walking lazy blazing fields to start anew a few just two are wondering blinking thinking crazy. Sinking hazy. Fiend creators obsessed with notions of brilliance exposed and persistent alone but resistant in search of commitment to. Enlightened behavior and infinite wisdom amidst frightened saviors and injustice systems.
Magic of the world in desperate trials.
Revealed to us with widened eyes enlightened thoughts we die alive.
Legend inside legend around.
Gold is lost gold is found.
Freedom searching chase demanding answers lie in understanding.
Answers pose grander questions.
Questions chosen find direction.
The world as one it speaks affection vision viewed through introspection.
Shine that right off the shoes.
The shine that makes your interests lose.
The interest as the one you choose.
Chosen sweet and living grand.
Open hearts and active hands.
Right off the shoes so they can walk.
And lead you further than you thought.
Liftoff points with pointed toes and evenings dawn drawing close.
Drawing flows of magic nation.
Nation of intoleration.
Drifting slowly motion free.
Sailing over empty seas.
Seeing all disturbing none.
Weaving as a life’s begun.
Oh to float without a wing.
Build a song but never sing.
Twirling love anomaly.
Erupting tragic comedy.
Butterflies are free to fly perception seen through tilted eyes.
Awakened in, the slumber state embracing wine to concentrate.
Mary rocks cilantro season.
Depths of passion breaking even.
In the time, the time is right if time aint breathing time unwinds.
Nightmares might. Shine to creep.
Each broken man. May take a leap.
Riddles risen intermission. Left is pain while smiles sleep.
Newark inscriptions brains on a headstand.
Transit riders live rhymes like redman.
Hole in the chest like hole in day passes.
Wastelands curling in love avalanches.
Riding wide and high on trains observing peoples pulsing veins.
Skin and bone reactionaries wearing fear and love and staring.
Bleak alone while we’re together.
Endeavors mixed to search for feathers.
Whether better weather breathes in here we sit while we proceed.
We’re here however we’re nowhere.
In such confined spaces. Its strange to think.
Our time is over in a blink.
Never again. Will I see these beautiful faces.
We’ll dismount alone.
To chase our places.
A certain freedom grabs your hips and spreads a smile cross your lips when countryside exploring takes a hold of what you do that day. Armed with nothing but a mind thats open wide to ride the tide a sack attached on to your back with whiskey snacks to stay relaxed. Boots for movement tell that tale of every moment you inhale paired with sharing distance greetings, living, loving, thinking, seeing.
Unable to think.
Consumed with cultures kitchen sink.
Ink on pages ripping thoughts from troubled minds and all they’ve caught.
In their web of convolution.
Eyes are wide for revolution.
Wide connecting brains and hiding.
Nerves entangled in eachother panic motions distant brother.
Every step devotion quickens.
Always holding whats within us.