The life it give
The life it took
From all beginnings
The Earth been shook
When one answers
With a book

Void of poison
Inside is where
We look

It is not about,
The energy we percieve.
It is all about,
The things we see.

At least,
In this reality.

I am at peace today
There is not a thing
That stands in my way

I have finally discovered
The desire to avoid death

Always waiting
Wanting
An end
My life
I cared not
To defend

When the light shines bright
Turning away the night
Infinitely beautiful is the sight

All that we are
The absorption
The explosion
Once a burning star

All the things to be absorbed
All the things to which we form

Everything we percieve
Ever have and ever will see
That beautiful thing energy

So proud should you be

Experiencing explosion
In the slowest slow-motion

What is it?
About today,
This day!

The air seems wrong,
And just a bit strange,
Like time is thin and long.

Breathing is just not the same,
A lion whos too angry to tame,
Anger however not to blame.

Something is missing.

A hotdog,
Without a bun?

A clown,
Void of fun?

A comedian,
With no pun?

I'll venture forth
I'll tackle this day

Hopefully something good comes my way

The ignorance of the pineal gland
Is the difference between rock and sand

Black holes
Teach everything

It takes death
To bring about spring

Mountain Dew
And purple Powerade
Ah!
What a delicious drink I have made!

So
This is life
So
Watch me flow!

When one adjusts themselves to The Box
One is then confined by it

Adjustment to time
Is nonexistant
To the life of a rhyme

Nothing means more
Than my poetry
A bridge of no distance
To my inner energy

Through the filter
To the core
Everything
Is to be absorbed

Love all the beauty
That exists this day
With all the words
The heart can say

No lie is worse
Than the lie
One tells themself

It seems as though
The brush i had
Has now grown thin
The brush lies within
My very skin
The skin that i'm in
Behind my thick skull
That **** brush is dull
Covered in black and gray
What a gloomy dreary haze
It is just another phase
A rock under my flow
As i'm water
Over the waterfall watch me go
Into the basin i am home
Or at least part of a biodome

Once you feel
The inner workings of your mind
You fall in fear
Of the racing thoughts inside

Focus on the things around
A sight
Or maybe a sound
Hear your thoughts grow loud

That is where the beauty of racing thoughts is found

At least for me anyhow.

Theres something
I would like to ask

Sitting in this coffee shop
Watching as time laps

In this country that we live
A part of a mass

Yet divided
Amongst social class

I imagine now a cow
Eating green grass

And kids
Being sent to class

Learning
Green is what lasts

As we eat
We raise a glass

While somewhere
A cow eats green grass

Overpopulated and overgrown
Do the farmers farm too fast?

If I were a fly
I'd surely be dead
Not easy to see
**** spider web

The taste
Of coffee
So fresh
So new
A rush
A flow
Down it goes
And up I float
In my brain
A different way
Pulling
Pounding creativity
On a page

This page

Earth
The brain
To the body
Of the universe
If only
We could escape
The deathly grasps
Of the thoughts among our mind

Time
Is not
A line

Time
Is the vessel
For this rhyme

Time
Is the plane
To hold you and I

Time
The stitch between
Energy and the mind

How can one say
There is black
And there is white
But certainly no grey

It is funny
You know
When I write a poem
I go
The body writes itself
Not the title though

What to do
While the sky
Is still light blue

What to do
When boredom
I desire to subdue

Everything you see today,
Is the creation of one.
Not of god,
Nor the sun,
But the universe
And all the lights sum.

On this roof
Where its hot and breezy
Work seems small
And life seems easy

Sometimes I prefer
The light of no light at all
Compared to the light
Of a simple light bulb

I was once young
Oh the things I have done
But what compares none
Is the way I was dumb
When I felt infatuatedly numb

That part of me
The temptations of the body
I have set free

What you see today
Or what you read I should say
Is no longer a body of clay
Formed to the way
I wanted to play

Energy is what is me
From my body I wont be free
But my body is what lets me see
The vessel in which to be

Speak freely friends
With a voice that echoes
Bring the sound of your soul
Where no sound goes
Upon deaf ears
Your voice glows

Breathe easy friends
Let your wind blow
Pull the wind back
Until your thoughts slow
Being of the earth
Zen is what you know

Just
Be

Always wondering
Always asking
Wanting to know
Just how things flow

But some things
Do they?
No.

These are the things that must go

The things that used to be
So big to me
Are now quite small
Considering now I can see

What is life
Why is me
Why live to see tomorrow
When all this time is just to borrow
Why can't we be
Why is there something wrong with me
I just let my problems be
It is what makes me
Me
Life would be better if i did not breathe
Others would life a life with ease
What is it that you smoke
My mother told me to stay away from dope
I think I will take a ****
Lifes a mess and it's just broke
I'll listen to music and every sad solemn note
All the burden and pain I have to tote
No beauty have these hands ever wrote
What is life
Why is me
Well wait a second
Can I not just be
I wish I were some source of energy
Who can live and love and certainly see
I think that is who I am meant to be
This thing we smoke
It is just a plant?
Why then do they tell me i can't
What else exists that I have not tried
Don't do these shrooms your brain will fry
Don't mind if i give em a try


Hey well now i know why
I'm just a normal guy
And now I have some reasons why
Life is full of things to try
As I float amongst my day
It seems alot less work and alot more play
With not a need to bow or pray

All my life
The people I have been
Accepting strife
With little trouble to be seen

The answers from others
Always bleak
My presence I felt bothers
I was once very weak

One common suggestion
Was simple therapy
It answered no question
What was it that ailed me?

The answer,
Was the lack,
Of my own philosophy.

Pride of possessions
Always fails to compare to
Pride of perceptions

Just take a second
And look down at you
From a third person view

Burning
Lighting
And warming
The endless
Beautiful
Qualities
Of the sun

Contracting
Condensing
Erupting
Exploding
And
Consuming

Or
­
Contracting
Condensing
Burning brighter
As it dies

Earth
Perceiving
Breathing
Living

It has yet
To be
determined

White dwarf,
Or black hole?

Which way,
Will humanity flow?

Restless

The need
To go to sleep
Tossing upon
The fur of sheep
Over the fence
They will not leap

I dare not sleep
For the light of day
My head does not keep

I admit
I am lost
Just a bit

I will find my way
Some sunny day

Equality
Is not achievable
It simply is

Inequality
Is the desire
To be equal

Constantly
Absorbing
Energy
Releasing
Energy

Watching
T.V.
Writi­ng
Poetry

Eating
Celery
Running
Endlessly

Dreaming
DMT
Waking
R­eality

How easily
Creativity flows

How slowly
Work goes

What are these shoes
Covering my toes

Being free
For one day less
Than a week

Free to be
Anything
Free to be
Me

I love to create
And explore
Making songs
Or giving to the poor

Now
Alone again
Solitude greets me
Greasy
And
Sweaty

Doing
What I am told
Forced
To be afraid
Of being bold
Forced
To be cold
Or dare to be scold
Working
For shiny gold

It makes me feel old

Nothing like a gesture
From one friend
To another
To make me feel
A thousand times better

The life I once had
Had to have left me
With a sense of sad

I do not remember
But at one time did
Probably when I
Was still a kid

A childs brain
Seeming so
Void of pain

The life they recall
And usually
Remembering
Their fall

For twenty years now
I have been asleep
Lost in a nightmare
Wanting to leap

I am awake
I am alive

Time now to bring
Happiness with me
And leave behind
Such pain that stings

To the next life
I dare not
Bring strife

Every mind on this earth
Is just as unique
As the very universe
That surrounds them

There is a certain sense of beauty
Almost like a building
Covered in ivy
When I can order a beer
With no fear
Of anyone checking my I.D.
Do not let it be told
I am not one year older
Than 20

It is less of a hum
And more of an 'oh!'
When meditation
Teaches flow

What the hell is it anyway?
To be a man.

To be assertive?
To have a plan?

***** it.
Just open,
Your pineal gland.