weeds

following the outmoded beating of a lonely heart doesnt lead to any new places, times need to be changed by definitive action.
to do that a decision must be reached. that's where things get harder... well easier and harder. because its easy to make decisions, but then it's just as easy to change your mind. it's easy to go with the flow too, and it's easy to just get left behind. writing out the options is a waste of time, but just writing and letting the force dictate the way hasnt worked yet either, correction - it has worked, but i want to take control. delineate the best and the worst and then aim for the most desirable place. cut down the weeds that've grown over heart and grow a new limb of self compassion and love.. call out to the angels and listen for their replies. feeling good.. is a state of mind and it's contagious.

whispers

filling in the holes in my imagination
seems to take a lot of time
mostly it's the procrastination
and other days
it's just
i'm dreaming of answers
but the questions do not come
knocking on doors without handles
looking
watching
seeking
all the options shout at me
i whisper back 'I'm fine'

answers from above and below

it's over in a flash and then everything's changed forever
did you think about that?
yes, but you couldn't load all of the variations so you thought it'll be ok
it'll all work out
well will it?
was it worth the risk?
answers still to come..

free form

look at the funny face
see it laugh
see it cry
follow the line of the cheek
til you look into the eye
wink
smile
look
and make small talk
or big talk
make promises
tell lies
provoke a reaction
feel
free from the expectation
nice
job

oxygen universe

i'm flying
in my head
gently i cruise above a busy city street
to see tops of people's heads
just like spheres wobbling around
i'm soaring high above the ground
swooping over mountains and skimming the crystal streams
my wings push through fields of poppies in bloom
the soft white milk clings
to my skin
a
double twist and i'm up high again
freedom is a full body state
released from the invisible ropes that tie me down
and all
possessions are pointless
in this oxygen universe

a million vibrations

daylight isnt dark enough
it's bright
its light
its white
following the reflections of a million vibrations
to the source
burns when taken neat
i'm eating it with a spoon
an old silver spoon
cost $1 at an opshop
it tastes like everything
has no weight
nourishes but doesnt overfill

keeping themselves nice

in the middle
theres a soft place
find the real things hiding there
wrapped in the most delicate of feelings
keeping warm and safe from harm
saving themselves for the right moment

keeping themselves nice

not wilting
not diminishing
ever youthful
always keen to establish a connection

a beam of golden light connecting
two hearts
as yet unknown to each other

invasion

feeling the probing sensors of another's desire
prodding of eyes and emotion
keeping the head above the ocean
losing your vision in a sea of hope
find your feet
and then lose your balance
tell the answer
to the eternal question
fend the virtual blows
and stay in the castle
follow the winding
twisting and turning
leading always home
to fight another day

can't find it yet

it's hiding in the deepest recesses
it's calling me, but it has a twin
or maybe it's an echo
i want it to make the sky clear
blow away doubt
open the door and reveal
the answer

learnt by heart

in slow evening light i climb onto old memories
they carry me over ancient mountain ranges
and now extinct foliage brushes my cheek
roll my body in sand as red as hate
and follow the moons light right to it's source
from there you can see the sun shining
out of my arse

what next

it's time to be
it's time to go
it's time to eat
it's time to listen
it's time to play
it's time to love
it's time to create
it's time to clean
it's time to declutter
it's time to fuck off

touch the sky

its dense and its mist and its liquid air
and i'm floating in a new ether
still sinking in the abyss
but the drift is slowing down
would you grab onto a branch if it was thrown
if you were me?
i think i'll take my chances in the great unknown
time has come to fly
time has come to touch the sky
there's no guarantee that the rocks at the bottom won't come to meet me
but being scared
and
being brave
thats for me

sucks big time

no use walkin' round in circles
don' try and push me down a one way street
like to see you lookin back at me
i don't wanna turn into a piece of concrete

it's a white spring

colour leached brain bleached feelings are in slow motion and faraway. there's a chill in the air and i feel the cold tendrils creeping round my ankles. my forehead aches with wanting the cold...
it's a learning time. it's a forgetting time. time is such an immovable concept.. everything changes, but everything stays the same. meet me in the crook of my elbow and i'll tell you some tender tales of longing, we can sing songs of contentment or we could just watch the sunrise with our bodies touching and breathing in their own rhythm.

i fall to earth

the sky reaches for me and i jump into its arms then as always i fall to earth with a crash and there'll always be someone ready to rain on my parade. trouble its usually me, and another thing its about time you stood up for yourself and stopped taking the crap thats dished out by these mediocre excuses for humans. they excel in their own spotlight, but they are trying to shut mine down. 'whoa.. thats a big negatory.'
today feels quite purple, but their are still tinges of orange in the air. pressure valve needs releasing, its only life, there are more important things im told, but this is where i'm at. if i close my eyes and think, say and do evolve.
possibilities fight for my attention, but i'm distracted by lost opportunities. movin' on up. music in the air, the ground shakes and i must not stand still in the face of such temptations. don't freeze up.. thaw and rest in the jaws of fate.

laws and relatively small details

find the centre of the circle and stand perfectly still... wait for the sun to shine directly overhead. your shadow is small, but your heart stays the same size. even the blood flows exactly the same as before, so blood flow and human emotion are not relative to the position of the sun. nor the position of a person in a circle. that's not exactly a relief because there never was an assumption that either one affected the other. following a completely different thoughtwave - peanut butter and honey together have a complementary effect on the taste buds - the nuttiness and the creamy sweetness combine and produce a new sensation. thats nice.
the length of a relationship can give it sweetness, even when it's gone off in other ways.. there is no rule and all things come to rest, they can be wished to be another way. but wishes only affect the inside of people, landings have their own laws.

darkness falls over the horizon

its falling through the air and heading for below sea level... the air cuts like ice and the thoughts cut like a thousand razor blades. blood spills into all the recesses, thick warm suffocating like emotions out of control. find a loose blade of grass and mainline the juice of nature, cool down - and slow down. shivers shakes and loose bones keep me rivetted to the next twist in the road. random events take the music from my car, i plummet into black silence. the days are getting longer and the thoughts have even longer shadows that drip with longing.

it's sorta kinda

another day in the world keeps the molasses sap running in my veins and the blood letting down the drain i found a small pocket in the sky and put my secrets in it. now i cant remember what they meant to me and i think they may belong to someone else. but i can pick some new ones off the yellow tree that sprouted in the yard last night. i wouldnt have noticed it except it made a huge bang when it pierced the top layer of soil.. throughout the day it has changed colour and the trunk is now the colour of melancholy and the leaves tear little holes in the sky. the cat sits on the second branch from the top and looks through me with his green eyes, at least it stops him from walking on the keyboard while i type. my bed sends out radar to me, and i try to ignore it - not wishing to lay awake dreaming of sleep. those herbal infiltrations are sewing small sleep pods over the weeks recently, and there may be a harvest soon. but right here right now the feeling is heavy and intoxicating in the manner of weeks of staring into some very dark brown eyes flecked with gold