I find my life finding me

So i am emerged endlessly in the sands of time
as living day does not yet fade nor stray dark
i find myself apart, separated from subdued sense
selflessly soaking up what surrounds me;
like the tamed breeze i feel beneath
of what passed my feet just a slight breath ago,
like slow melting snow at the foots of hills
while the cricket’s hum spills as deep blue fills the air
i am more aware of what moves and moves me.
Street lamps now aglow perched above shrubs grown
as light alone turns my skin shimmering gold
like stories around fire told dancing the bold night
sneaky shadows mould dark below my hovered hands
and shape my write of path across these sands –
just an impression imprinted as it is erased,
changed forever are these passing days breathed
and intrigue releases the new breath that breathes me.
The swaying tops of trees have caught my eye
while night’s tears of the sky cry stars still
these glittered shapes fill where clouds hung high
as i feel the lie that lives away from this grace
i am drawn closer to this infinite intense space.
Even as i smoke my burning cigarette,
admire the grey haze breathed away
not a day goes bye that i don’t question your all,
where i don’t fall through the taunt layers of time
like an old copper dime spun heads or tails
a choice at the crossroads of trails walked blind
here i find my life finding me…
just a moment i lived in this moment a mind free.

Random occurance

Random occurence has left me bewildered,
dazed in amazement…night upon day
as i eat, as i am and as i lay
my body is filled with gleeming rays.
All that is now of the nothingness that was,
unexplained from mundane to insane.
Like a filmstrip on its reel ticking round
to the sound of a heart beat
energy’s heat eats up my words…
Devoured by interest into that place between two spaces
we collide in a spectrum of two shared minds.
We hide behind our grey cloaks like clockwork
afraid of the black and white of our time
craving existance of sublime.
A whole world realms around your life
as if its been with you before,
a brilliant light through Autumn’s door,
with magical colours in constant clashing
unexpected…unexplored.
As you are in your world and i am in mine,
my thoughts travel across tarred road,
past buildings, ocean and rolling hills
and finds you there in your solitude
like the breath of fresh air…
I am captivated in the now.

Wondering Answers

A time, then, came again of sombre
And brought the silent, swaggering ming,
Tired and hypnotized by the motion of change
Beside the leaves that fall of the years behind
And the anxious tug of thou shall seek…
And thou shall not hide.
The ink comes again in this strange, turbulant way
But now today I sit behind a different door
As the plays of life sway outside
The tide…alive with dancing droplets of joy.
But again, I am here just staring in
Through the glass at the window where I havn’t been found
A place of wondering answers…
A place profound

Galaxy of Life

Don’t be fooled by what your eyes envision
for it has risen an exotic creature beneath the sea of stars
as if many worlds, undiscovered worlds apart are true
like the sky, a mad blue, blackened with night’s jewels
of ancient navigation tools and inventions
with wings to sore the forgotten lands,
plans a born spirited fool’s way into a world unto ourselves
and I indulge…
Breathe in the darkness of the dawning day
and I stay a while…
I play a while…
the arresting heavens as my witness I pray a silent pray
of magic’s way in the moments of our beating heart
as it is through the way of created art I choose a life
not apart from love nor I that is we
but above a sea of majestic souls
scuttling about in the unknown of here and there
as I stare beyond what my eyes envision,
a colossal collision of space and Earth,
of the birth of boundless time…
And I am here…
I am Love…
As it is written by the galaxy above.

Haunting me

By night I write in silence
like the quiet checkered board in the corner of my room
violently erupting my dimensional thoughts.
It haunts the hours I am awake,
through fake goggles of glory you think you see me
creating fictitious measures of expectancy.
I pass you on the dirty streets,
behind the wheel of your material needs
you steal a glance,
and by chance you look the other way.
A loose thread curls beneath your sleeve
and you heave at the idea of imperfection,
like a cold stone dropped in a pond
a bond of nothing but a bottle of booze
rings of empty energy ooze from you.
“Reality’s” clamor of modern life
echo through the corners of town
nature’s volume turned down,
like a clown you laugh in your big fancy shoes.
History has been painted on these pavements,
spilt out and absorbed by the years gone bye.
Now shriveled up and dry you shy away
from a connection that’s begging you to stay.
But you don’t look into my eyes
and you don’t see…
the marvels that journey through me.
A closed book hooked on gas and money,
green envy of collectibles
you clown, you think its funny.
Why not walk without your shoes?
Open you eyes and look what is around you.
Feel the cracked ground beneath your feet
and look at the people in the street.
Some of us can see you.

I Breathe

My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
I breathe…
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.

Twilight

I fade away in tears this twilight
as my fears sense the blackening sky,
the elusive night choking the presence of day.
I hide alone in my cellar,
drunk with the stench of my own odor…
wrenched up between “filthy” thoughts.
You crush me beneath your sweaty palm
as you lurk in your soundless shadows
that carve away the decency of my “sickening” mind.
Infested they say it is,
fizzled with rot…
drizzled with uncharmly things.
I curse them with my numb tongue…
these dirty bastards,
I cleanse them with my salivate mouth.
Perhaps I taste the sour life in their veins,
Insane I suck the soul from their weak bodies
to fill my own with another man’s thoughts.
I kiss their wicked lips…
That red evidence of my crime,
allow them to taste their own death…
As they too fade away in tears this twilight.

Surrender

I fall asleep to the sound of the ocean
confined in my mind behind these concrete walls
sounds of the age elevate my soul, life lives in these lyrics.
Delirious and delicately beautiful, night falls
and wraps up the world in a blanket of sleepy shadows,
colourlessly calm beneath dark heavens I listen,
and she delivers…untamed
an orchestra of earth’s surrender.
I, a part of her, breathe open my heart
and surrender so…
Infatuated with night’s love, hollow and bold
she weaves her tones between he vines
of new and old, across my spine…
her divine waves of echo wash over mine
And I am high…
Behind these concrete walls I hear her outside
effortlessly crashing on moon lit shores,
her home far stretched beyond my time.
Entwined in her weave my eyes see closed
through man-made curtains of disguise.
Like a rose she is rich with royal colours
sweetly embedded in my mind.
Her sounds break through these concrete walls
and I surrender so, delirious and delicately beautiful
I surrender so…

Sugarcane Butterflies

Over the tarred road lies a land we seldom search
of whispering winds through sugarcane hills,
spills of sunlight chilled on butterfly wings
carrying me graciously through the open space
as my heart’s bass beats to the insects sound…
the freedom of the hills is unbound, wild
like the sunflower’s yellow to the sky
trickled water marks over the dry stream bed
out here…
even the dead is still alive.
Sugarcane butterflies of mad colours bristle
through the breeze that whistles around my limbs
as whims of flying invade my soul…
persuade my heart to melt out into the day
and rediscover what it is to play…without dwell
Earth’s love swells and grows my mind,
finds that sparkle that finds my smile
as I am left fertile in the land that surrounds.
Noises of the tarred road are drowned by the depth,
by the breath of the tree leaves that rustle,
the birds that bustle about the deep, green valley,
vitality, out here, is rich like pure honey without dime
just life…
just time existing as it should
could this be magic misunderstood.
Sugarcane butterflies…
you make me love more.