St. Peter and the Scroll
does the grass sway in the wind
like a stray cat on a thin limb
of a tree growing selfishly around
a house with a barn just outside of town
or does the grass stay still when the wind fowls
as if their roots are made of steel
like the foundations of our lives
built with the understating that integrity
is the bases of all reality
Does the wind work in a way
that redefines gravity?
like the untold truths of history
to rip words from a book like they mean anything more
than the words torn from the sole
without speaking.
If the winds of change were true
than everyone has to have known
that the cat would have fallen
and that grass is made of stone.
If the giver of all life
showed himself to you
do you think you would remember
who took it from you?
standing at the gates
stairing into the eyes
trying to negate
pulling back all your lies
realizing your fate
self naturalizes
fingers tremble in wait
shivering down the isle
spineless again
groundless shaking
periodically, seconds apart
the footsteps
of a giant
in theory
and in heart
floodgates open
to show you the art
of human interaction
an emotion
called love.
indian lover
summer sweat
dripping wet
sticky pillow
slippery chest
moan a tone
moan a death
sink it in
muscle tense
muscle relax
muscles bind
muscles retract
summer sweat
dripping wet
eyes caress
a beauty mess
take it in
steady pain
hold the main
break the plane
break it in
fluid motion
butterfly effect
across the ocean
a mind is wrecked.
I can feel the synergy
questions coming from a mind
that is on it’s own
traveling along a wave
that flies above us high
invisible to our naive sight
but it touches us
all of us, in the night
with the strength of all our history
as the human species
and beyond
into the other
realm of existence
it connects you
to yourself
on another planet
where your music can be heard
through the breath
in your chest
it shows you
a reflection
of such beauty
it’s your family
it’s your best friend
it’s your love
it’s your life
it’s yours to give
it’s yours keep
it’s your time
it’s your go
to let it all flow
along the wave of consciousness
and unconsciousness
a connection to the oblivious
sort of like Nostradamus
when he said it was frivolous
to look at the stars
and not see past them.
6th dimmension
I dread the day when a mechanic needs some eight year degree.
fear is flowing, so it may not be so far away.
just like a fly, caught in a the shining light
banging itself against a laughing glass window.
We’re just trying to escape our massive realizations
over-bearing expectations, our drive to insanity.
or possibly, just complications of the mind
something like conformity, without a spine.
polar opposite reactions like these create the swine
these are the people who will replace us.
They are the one’s we’ll make.
These are the people who will need to go through pre-med
to fix their flat tire.
complications of the mind..
I think we should set the world on fire.
I’ll hold you close.
You do (you don’t know)
If time weren’t so stagnant
maybe you could save it.
Your wedding dress is burning.
