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