A gull caught by the wing
on the earthly wind
And fixed to the air
A life paused, suffering
And fixed with closed eyes
A light made for the eyes
feigned an awake-ness
But wired the minds
The wings of death
float by the bed
of red roses
for all the dead.
Wired eyes body shed
to the wild pane
of light and games,
a man made brain,
a system of rules
bent on recluse inaction
like the gull
to the air we have tainted
with invisible communication.
We are affixed to the cells
staring at us
with virtual information.
Instinctively, the gull swoops from its place
to a new gust granting another fleeting position,
breaking the idea of the fixed stagnation
represented by the gull floating motionless, high.
People are wired,
fixed, staring with a dullness in the eye,
instead of looking for the enigmatic
in beautiful visual information,
and active human compassion
found even in the morning sky.
of an anomaly
splitting homogeneous indifference
and fallen to apathy
Who is the caretaker over the soul?
I doubt its order of control
will ever prevail in our chaotic state.
Will you take the brilliance of diamonds
and change them back to stones?
Without great expectation,
there will be no great loss.
A shiny stone is just a shiny stone
until it is identified
as a means to achieve profit.
What I share right now is different
from what I've shed, across
the railway of track-laid thought,
ground down by the whispers
of my inner learner,
conducive to break down the complex
into no more than a few, merely unprovocative parts.
Binaries and bifurcations,
the anomaly is we,
without giving complex due credit
while wearing a uniformity on the sleeve
the meanings are choked
into reductions of one's
Isolation And Disconnection Spreads itself thoroughly Throughout this whole damn nation In a period of recollection Thoughts preserved for our own protection Designed to prevent the truth Thoroughly holding back A wanting expansive youth From a mind dependent mirror Enlisting them as pallbearers From even the most minute self refelction These days run thin Like a world on a membrane Like a film of pictures With no depth Contains still, many words Hides many answers Within a fragile sketch Bringers of light you are hereby scrutinized For lights shine many colors And brightness blinds many eyes Prisms allow us to see what beams are comprised of At times helps us see colors unheard of Isolate your spectrum Disconnect from the rainbow Spread yourself into the white Into a nation made of nothing but light
Many years ago today These same things happened Another way In a place that was the same But now has a different name On the same street Now walking with a different beat Performing tricks In the absence of feat Round and Round the path will go Where we get off no one knows Whoever we meet Whoever gets beat Will still find a way To walk the streets
Miles High Shakes and trembles Flaps the wings frantically Wanting the vessel to land Telling man not to explore the sky Remain amongst the sea and the sand This warning we did not heed From Boeing to Martin Lockheed Engines Louder Faster Bigger Cleaner Fixed behind people We leave this mother further To find a new cradle that will hold The boom from all these speeders Now in place of tires That have tirelessly rolled
Pale blue alloys cover everything Ominous control in every living thing Dead crossed the membrane to the other side From the skin-tight room Inhabits our lives A skin-tight costume we see here Reflecting posures and postures And symbols in air Contact between worlds Creates a dimensional stare Out of love and connection we show we care It is not reality But a room of paintings Capturing the reverb of music In this structure built In the middle of nowhere We paint and hum the minds assemblies To establish order In the land of insanity
Nothing has gotten this far To be something All from nothing! The blink of an eye The meeting of the lids Tufts of miracles at the ends A lovelier organic eye has never been The universe must be created Whenever it is seen Assembled in a millisecond And gone in a wink But the twinkle in the eye will always remain Outside of life and within The inverse of the brain The brain is in the universe Marked present by the stars Of redundant speech Will soon become Multiversal, merciful, spiritual beings Light sparked from the center Of the whole yet broken individulas Fuels found for the sparks to set ablaze Did not burn forever And diverted the curiousity Of every creative gaze Forever the sparks set ablaze the new found maze Confusion Wonder Bewilderment Raze In the blink of an eye the soft dark corners Created out of nothing a new universe Now it's really something, all from nothing! The light connects the dark Flickers the creative pulse Harbors a ship ready to set sail Ready to prevail over a soft blue corner As far as the transition from the sea to the sky The eye can see The miracle at the end A light which shines through the tunnel That never ends All from something to nothing to something It begins again
As one large mass
Marches through the city streets.
The undead, soldiers
The sarcastic tee's, Entertainers
Religious figures, Masqueraders
Mythical sorts, and others in plain clothing,
The village is alive with the memories
of imaginations past.
Yesterday remains and lasts
longer of supposing.
Onward the march of the costumed mass.