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