If it feels good do it again
In repetitive continuum

Take the mind for a ride
We are mechanically sound
The great and powerful
imagination
is hardly earthbound

In the freedom of subjectivity
emptiness
and
nothingness
can hardly exist

Traveling the synapses
Is a very blissful trip!

In the landscape of spring
There is nothing superior or nothing inferior
The flowering branches grow naturally some shorts some long
........
Traveler

We.seed our fields
With poppies of pleasure
The light of our poetic souls
Includes and transcends
All nature

The first ripe fruit
On the tree of godhead
The harvesters of passion
Rooted in imagination

Never will we cease to expand!

The more matter the merrier
My extroversion for love
Can hardly be satisfied
People, animals
Mountain, canyons
Forest and sea
Blue skies
Down to mysterious galaxies
Love is the material
That existence is made of!

I don't ever want to die
But if I had to choose
   Which way to go.....

Perhaps a hungry coyote
Would share me with it's pack
Tear my flesh limb from limb
And chew my bones to plaque  

Perhaps a poison lizard
Green with a yellow streak
Come crawling up from a stool
And bite me on the meat

Perhaps a giant boulder
At a famous mountain range
Could crash upon my head
And squish out all my brains

Like Bonnie and Clyde
Or a Challenger Astronaut
I want to go
Where the cameras have not
Screaming at the burning stake
Freezing in the artic waist
High falling
Last gasp drawing
Deep sea drowning
Ear ringing gunfire
Bomb blowing
Blast
KABOOM!

At the end my days
‘Cause
It’s better to go out with a bang
Then it is to quietly fade
Away.............

Lighten up
Unfold your dresser
And celebrate
Clothes on the floor
Half open drawers
I dare you to give
Your clothes to the poor

Open your fridge
What’s in the back
That green hairy thing
Growing out of that bag
Let’s leave it there and celebrate
Break out that ice cream and cake

Get some colour outside the lines
Break the patterns that confine
Say something no one else has
With uneven versus
Cut the chorus in half

True creativity awaits outside the rules
Of aestheticism

The realization of being here has
Put me in my own way

I could never hear my ears before
Now I can’t hear through the ringing

I could never see my eyes before
Now they obstruct my vision

My sinuses have taken up
Allergies

My hair is thinning and gray
Nothing is here to stay

That is once you start
Getting in your own way!



I would carry-on but it almost seems depressing becoming self aware
So I’ll end this here.

Moving faster
Than perpetual motion
My awareness  jetlagged  
By cosmic gamma waves
Impure tainted toxic
Environments
A spirrowling array
Of wayward souls
Vibrating really low
Unfortunately

My witness
A sporadic blackhole
Blinking in and out of existence
My spirit a fragmented broken sky
A partial day and a long night


For tonight
I'll drink a beer
And live the lie
That this dream of life
Shall never die

+ t +
              Traveler

As the bird sings
My poetry flows
Every day
I sing and go
So
While on yer busy flight
Buzzin the flowers
For the Queen
Or yer honey delight

Stop and give a listen
‘Cause like the bird
It’s an audience
We’re-all-a-missing

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The interpretation
Is determined
By the viewer

Steady your brush strokes
Choose your colours carefully
Groom the melody
Allow the bridge to connect us

The walls of paradise
Are but a creators prison
Snakes slither within
That which was meant
To keep evil out

The cosmos are but a picture
In our minds limited eye
We see from within
We believe our lies
As our projections
Redefine

✍🏽
You paint a very pretty picture
But can you see through the sky
👁
The darkest night of soul
Has yet to past us by
👣
We’re but dreamers
Slumbering in an array of desires
Starving in a garden paradise
We choke on the manna from heaven
Devour the milk and honey
And drown on the wine of divine


We are merely the human kind
This round is on me this time!
🥃