Over those cragged mountains
and beyond that wavering sea,

Where not even language can go
Nor my imagination can flee.

But if I could glide
~Over and beneath~
Perhaps you could see

Similarity in those,
Lost forgotten dreams.

Rational thinking doesn't
Complete the picture for me.

Bound by natural laws,
It is from this, I wish to be free.

But when my mind teeters on that brink
Of those worlds beyond, I can think.

Perhaps I've lost it,
And if so you can have your business.

But be minded that there is a fruit
That bares this length

To absolve this world
and swallow it whole!

Beyond this domain, solid and cold,
To which I travel, is the realm of my soul!

The sun went down today
with no passing thought.

Day of birth signifies nothing
when no one is around.

Humans do not wander around my home.

But the waking birds sing songs of my birth,
everyday alone.

That Ghastly Star,
Leagues away stretched
Unique in sky, hovering etched.

Haze of gas
Infested by bacilli
Shrouded by countless specks.


Dull and Dying,
Consumed by time, hollowed by bore;
That blustering light shone no more.

How could I formulate these hieroglyphics?
My mind is of the void - Never following form.
Mind like an eccentric, Soul like a vagrant!
I pass idle through your ruinous cities..
Stories of old, from the mountain told.
I don't expect you to understand..
I don't understand the future you expect.

Acceptance of the outsider is called expansion.

I have a temple outside of the town-
The grass bows down to the wind;
While the trees tell washing songs of old!
¡Junipers and butterflies, glitter oceans, infinite skies!
This is my last solemn prayer to this world of magic.

The

Mourning crystal tree
Wept tears of diamond.
Cloud hidden by the bend,
Concealed enchantment.

The

Whispering attraction
of this piety. Oh,
Let me in on God's
drama.

This divine stagecraft,
Charm of angels.
Transfigure my
Divine form.

Reveal mystical stories
Of what you might be.
Oh, I can sense your
Essence in love

Teetering: Left and Right
Moving forward - Fear and Fright
How courageous innocence can be,
How much of a visionary
A blind man can be.


Wobble this way
Up to the drunk mountain.
Where you can regain your humanity.
Separate from the race
Of rats.

I don't want who you think you are.
I don't want your title and car.
Truly, I just want what is inside your idea of you.
I want to remind you of what we can be.

When the sun is crescent curved around the earth beneath our feet.
And the dreaming stars come out to play,
I want to wish that you can join me

Over that wide arched hill
I will chase after thee.
Through wooded groves;
Through freckled fields of flowers,
Green, thick-barked towers!

¡Voyaging vagabonds!
Ahoy, we have entered the sacred ground.
The holy artifact is found inside,
As well as temples all around!
It is official! The Skies of Heaven have kissed the ground!

To the black crystal sands,
She bound me by indenture.

Those eyes that hypnotize-
Said to siphon souls.

Forever, I sit caught,
Gazing empty - solid like stone.

Evermore, she slithers there;
Said to spellbind, her blood blinding stare.

If you appear in the ebony crystal dunes,
Know that her rounds are met with the full cresting moons!

3 Paces North
from the old
moss grove
lies a magik
mystery tome!
Translating,
stories past,
secrets of
never told.
The transcendent
orb you hold,
more real
than any
gold.

Trans·for·ma·tion is possible.

Beyond the crown of clouds
darts the Rainbow Serpent
covered in shroud.

Where the magik is mundane,
world like a jewel of wonder,
the Wizard's otherworldly plane.

Dashing and spinning
through the blossoms of morning awe
A stunning Rainbow serpent, I had saw.

Visions of a madman
condemned to misunderstandings.
Am I the last of the people who dream in color?

Deciphering coded blight,
I release through this mic.

Built with mind and is always mine;
I build my palace outside of time.

Stumbled paths find their way,
To the golden palace today.

I can coo of golden angels
Fly with the fairies and dive with devils.

All of life's mountain reaches,
and all of its perils.

Reside between, a moment seen.
Of what is, could be and has been.

Sitting like every moment is the first one,
The ineffable center of the spokes of time.
The air that was of magic, that contained no chemical names-
Clothed me in childlike nature, and spoke to me in riddles and games.
The wonderful, glittery .. Cancer filled, jittery.
What is this cycle of anonymous names,
amongst what have I been born?
Cubical jobs and mechanical rich snobs.
Look: We contain something within us..
-Of it I could not speak-
But climb to the wilderness mountain like the rest of them did..
Behold my brothers and sisters the divine mountain still speaks!

I am seated unified, lightly in the sky.
Separate from the devil and his grasping mind;
wishing for company, an angel left behind.

The mind makes distinctions
-here and there-
creating a desiring road of despair.

So I set out without a care,
Reaching to the mountains,
No belongings and shaved angel hair.

Collective ant colonies construct
Extended power projected towards the stomping elephants.
Trembling troubling sounds break and pierce ear drums as something powerful is overthrown

Were you connected with timid purity or corrupted insecurities?
Controlling others and yearning for trickling gold or Spread love and know the truth is the same as what is told..

See behind closed eye lids where you see the universe is mind made.
Hearing and seeing truth not budging your view till it fades.

Alarms flare red walls as the boy awakens, seeing the city in flames.
Creaks of wooden floors as he makes his way outside compliments the popping fire sound.

Sirens whine; baby's love is torn by someone dark.
The dog gang is being attacked and the rebound effect is a loud bark.

Poems fighting for something clearly clearer -
Clearly clearer than destructive behavior creating painfully truthful mirrors.

Awakened entrapment. Aware of itself.
Ropes pull snug on the throat of the businessman and the ****.

Locked in a similar dorm.
Fighting cold to stay alive; yet, keeping each other warm..

Dynamic duo, filthy filled perceptions of each other create confusion!
Time alone and silent melodies clean the stained glass of your God's glasses.

So what is it now? The world infused with sound.
Continue down the path till a utopia is found..