The Intangible Reality

I have to ability to live life as a dream. Who is to say that dreaming and reality are different. For all we know each of us are just a part of someone else's dream-world. The deep conversation you had the other day with that guy you just met is not only an experience in your life but also his as well. Your impact on him could change his whole outlook on life, and his impact on you could be something special or completely different as well. Each of us are all living together in this world called "life". And its all a spiraling chain of human connection in this world of false reality. Being aware of this gives me the knowledge to take life as it comes and take it lightly. Live your life as a dream, an art, an illusion, a magical moment, a cycle of moments manifested by your mind and the natural laws of the universe. Your past is a story, a fiction story. The only thing you have to grasp onto reality is THIS MOMENT which becomes the past in a matter of a milli-second. Abstract, intangible ideas and creations are what feelings and emotions channel through. Words and language are only symbols for emotions and feelings. We use words to describe these feelings in which are ultimately indescribable. So how do we know if us humans are truly understanding each other, if our human connections are based on merely symbols?

Spring #1

I let my toes free. Layed my leaopard print jacket down on the grass to sit and watch the birds play. I notice a man pushing around a woman in a wheel chair, and she stares at me as she goes by. I wonder what she thinks of me. I look back at her and stare as well, with a warm smile. I hope she felt it.
Playing with strands of grass, I notice the breeze sweeping through my toes. Feels nice. The sun is beating down on me filling my body with happiness. Loving the outdoors, and the beatiful spring Sunday, and the earth beneath my butt. Thinking about the past few weeks and how everything seems so coinsidental. I wonder if my life is finally perfectly allined wit hthe universe. I'm going to switch now, to a laying position on my stomach, so my toes can be free in the grass. I don't mind if my coat gets dirty, just like wrinkles on my face. OH! forgot to mention im listening to Frank Zappa - return of the son of Shut up N' Play your guitar. Very pleasing to the ears, i must admit. I watch the humans slowly roam the land. Its nice to see them not in a hurry for once, and paying attention to the simple things again. A bug just crawled accross this page, and i let him. I might just lay down for a moment......

Folk Love

I am leaping through a field of harmony

The colors of the weeds shake my shadow

In the daylight land lays green

In the night your love is serene

Willows swaying to the rhythm of your soul

And I still feel you as the winds will roll

Our roots spouted a flowering love

And ride the waves as the days they come

This explosion of unavoidable desire

Has lit my blazing fire

A moment in your eyes

Is a trip to the other side

Light years into space

I can still see your face

Back in my fantasy

Is where you belong

keen

Clearing my mind of all the scum
Creating a path for new experiences to come

A zen for my soul to keep
Imagine all the tokens I will reap

Theres room in space for all of us
Let me lead the way into the dust

Equal thinking and midnight blinking
Keeps us all from sinking

Too Many

How many lives must be taken
How many hearts must be broken
When is this world going to take a rest
It's time to protest!
How many men gave their lives to the states
How many guns may put our lives at stake
When are mountains going to shout
Down to the plateus to spread peace about
Places where silence and nature flow
Places that help our souls grow
In time you will all see
The beauty in a tree
When will the conformists see?

Stuck In Time

I wheep at the sign of never escaping
I'm taped to the enemy's source to harm
Sticking, i collide with reality
It speaks so softly
But the words are like music to my ears
Swallowed by the music
I'm found appetizing
Addicted they become
A swallowing goddess
I'm becoming
Eating up reality
As it is thrown at me in sections throughout my life.

LSD

The tiny space between time and space
Is where our electric souls stay
A place where our realistic mind is absent
Followed by glowing grid-lines and zigzag magic
Our physical world can’t match it
A rollercoaster of luminous dreams
Take you through a gate that isn’t what it seems
Play with electric energy balls outside of yourself
Or absorb knowledge with the absence of words
Throw your words across the room
An explosion of thought that goes BOOM!
Music becomes a physical manifestation
Your body takes the sound with a fierce vibration
Leave yourself for a period of time
Why are these crystal liquid drops such a crime?

Note to Self

sitting in front of the mirror, asking youself questions;

explaining your truths to yourself, you sit.

revealing pain or disfunction, your removed from it by your body;

who then falls hard back into the dream.

it is the eye of the beholder who detects the beauty;

the eye to see the shadows in the night;

and the electricity behind your microwave,

your perfectly symmetrical figure is only a figment of your imagination, as well as the chair your sitting on:

but Music is always true and promising; sound will always remain in a wave of harmony;

and your plants are also honest and loyal,

they too are figures of being who breathes what we exhale;

as we exchange our gifts..the earth begins to grow.

and still we thank the lord above us for our existance in this dream. why, please.