membrain

Chemical membrains, these thoughts like handcuffs
Stretched down from ceilings spinning like ceiling fans
Is it enough – to defy gravity?

Is it enough to sing true?
Everyone re-feeding, making sense of things
...In science eyes, in black and whites.


Physical matter all that impales me, from flying –
All now seizes and caresses, with a simple, do tell, explanation…
Logic makes people grow older.

in a midst of thought, i re-think you

I used to know a girl, I used to call cat.
She made pretty voices each time I could see her think

Her waves waved, and her cheeks blushed
I promise, she could love someone

Like a mother, she seemed warm
But like the seasons, she to each,
Sometimes turns cold on me

And her anxieties make her difficult to find in the brush
…She is so free, I understand.

Oh, I hope someday those smiles equate from
The things, I know, to do

I hope she’ll once find eyes to purr for me.

I hope she’ll once see, where I love her.

excuse

And it seems I’ve wiped the jelly from the complex of my eyes
To discover darker colors, from the fair in your disguise

You are a crooked killer, feeding from children, feeding from children
You are sick inside the sinner, feeding from children, feeding from children

And did you know this could be true, there could be something wrong in you
And did I know it to be right, to sit and revel in lost fights

Where iron weights on dogs bring sight, and egos spring as free as kites.

My apologies for such light,
But I believe my eyes, are right.

In All

To each his own, his own in All…
For the friends, and the lovers
And the ones who do fall.

For the crooks, and the cynics
And the ones who do play
For the chiefs, and the hands
And the ones who’ve turned grey.

For the ones in the dark,
And the ones with great eyes
For the peasants, and the riches
And the ones who will lie.

For the priests, and the vessels
Even the ones who will crawl…

There can be treasures to each...
There can be crystals in All.

a reason to believe

Two brides tangle
Colliding in faith hands, descending as one
They are born in new genesis, and in this claim,
Unbridled dependencies upon an air founded giant

Lost in the whispers, the onlookers decided,
In a whole, for the one.
In the collective face; a wave amongst the magnitude
Coasting in some strides to voices void from just ones own

Eyes towards a man, neglecting truth amongst one self
Evangelical divine, looks towards clouds, from ones own health

The Sun rises and is new in each to every day
Till this decree of new beginnings is swept
It’s time for Mind’s to come of age

Mind’s to decide…
Mind’s to crash raptures none at idols but at own personal platitudes
Mind’s to bestow showings of the energy and choice in his state of self

Giving only of his nature…
Gratefulness to the Moon for keeping him to feel
Gestures towards a Sun keeping him to leap and when to real
And thank-fulls towards a planet, and two parents, who give him skin
And a life, far from the masses, but rather buried deep within

Instincts, nature’s savior, through emotes and lawful seas
Born from wisdom in ones hands
To be true – is to believe.

what is the seeing this

Three crows dance from my window…I bet it’s harsh out there.

In purple light, the haze in me,

I am cold without the company.

Free, Inside

The sounds, you make, my favorite…
My ears, peel off, to savor it…

Echoes, echoes, out on your drums,
Bashing in hearts, lining torsos with guns

The suits, in banging, flashy tooths
We’ll creep, those crypt,
Back away, with their truths

Back away to their coops,
Back away, wayward sleuths!


…And they do not believe in us

Our design of foreign nature
Our class, of waste and paper

We are useless in this cause?

Well, you,
Dead by impact –

And in that, no applause

Lay no attention, to the fact,
That your ribs are numb in bed
While your manners, all remembered
While your growl, all pretend.

No more pretensions, you are lost,
Leaving only other’s voice,

So please leave us to our magic,
We’re all free, inside a choice.