I feel the water.. the pressure.
In the depths there is a change
As I dive within the fluid
I will float upon its range.
The processes of Earth are
Recycling me through.
This movement is pulling me to land.
Now I lay awake upon the sand.
A pearl of physical proof.
The sum of parental wonders.
Glistening inside and out.
Expanded potential in resonating numbers.
I internalize what I can.
Life information has me dreaming.
In the pit of my mind is a vacuum
Sucking out all that needs new meaning.
Equivalent to a black hole; my mind.
Our galaxy; the size of one.
A human that carries another
Shows how this chain is spun.
Bearing gifts of cosmic shifts
Seen in light are curves of botanical weather.
Tilted angles, stems and limbs binding..
Like petals on a flower; you to your mother.
This is full circle.
We are all played out.
I will grow as this one.
This demographic among the crowd.
I look at what I am
Patterns that lay the skin
Altered, moved, misused, infused
Categorized chemical compounds within.
Yet, in a single thought
Simple laughter is on my tongue.
My life has found its way to the moment
Arriving my mind on an equilibrium.
~ B
Monday, April 27, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Round Here
Brown wood.
Green leaves.
You mean so much to me.
Smell of lavender
In a field of light green.
My mind is full of these things.
Home is where mountains surround me.
My life; in the middle of spring.
I lay in a garden
Made by nature's collection
Oh, how this valley sings!
I grip at branches
And laugh in the wind
This is the air of wild things.
The sound out here..
It could write a song.
I hear it sing.
A timeless voice from dusk til dawn.
Rhinestones on my jeans
Could outshine the sun
I try to dance away the ground
And leave a trail from where I had begun.
This place knows me,
It does,
Though not by name.
By my wild heart
It holds me safe
And won't let me slip away.
~ B
Green leaves.
You mean so much to me.
Smell of lavender
In a field of light green.
My mind is full of these things.
Home is where mountains surround me.
My life; in the middle of spring.
I lay in a garden
Made by nature's collection
Oh, how this valley sings!
I grip at branches
And laugh in the wind
This is the air of wild things.
The sound out here..
It could write a song.
I hear it sing.
A timeless voice from dusk til dawn.
Rhinestones on my jeans
Could outshine the sun
I try to dance away the ground
And leave a trail from where I had begun.
This place knows me,
It does,
Though not by name.
By my wild heart
It holds me safe
And won't let me slip away.
~ B
Monday, April 6, 2015
Space Travel
Life; travel.
Death; travel.
Gravity holds the hands of time.
This love line becomes malleable.
Physicality sketched on an algorithmic line.
In the skin of it.
Layers and layers.
Is a dimensional calculation.
The visions; the senses
Relocated with a renewing connection.
The growth; the nourishment.
A plan of something unexpected.
Glowing with life but in the dark..
A pulsing vessel of intellectual vibration.
Organics of proof
Share the separation of space travel.
On a plane we lay, singular.
Inner course we, together, construct our answer.
~ B
Death; travel.
Gravity holds the hands of time.
This love line becomes malleable.
Physicality sketched on an algorithmic line.
In the skin of it.
Layers and layers.
Is a dimensional calculation.
The visions; the senses
Relocated with a renewing connection.
The growth; the nourishment.
A plan of something unexpected.
Glowing with life but in the dark..
A pulsing vessel of intellectual vibration.
Organics of proof
Share the separation of space travel.
On a plane we lay, singular.
Inner course we, together, construct our answer.
~ B
Expression of Light
Strands of metallic hair are laying on the floor.
A new age, vibrant engage,
Shows a chemical change not from the core.
Pulled out are the poor.
From inside the head comes an outside sore.
The silver lining over the shore.
My mind is the cloud that spits back into the ocean floor.
In my reflection I see a mass media projection
Constantly asking me to sit down and take a lesson.
Use all the products of progression.
Transgression through the projects
Because of an obsession with aggression
That splits already small check into sections.
I am trying to change the name of the game
But it is hard to change this mindset.
I see in the future a possibility for gain
I hope it is really written in the context.
How many opinions of an organic complex
Alter the mind of a monarch with roots absorbing all that is toxic?
A breakdown of a concept.
In a casual conversation.
Open up what was an ego with a sip of tonic.
So many ideas awaken in my mind!
I can't quite put my finger on it.
That subject I was talking about can only amount
To what feelings belong to it.
Sincerely, let us filter a friendship that is platonic.
Create a space to save face
And mirror back someone special and wanted.
No place for negativity
If only in an innocent look you'd see
That all we are trying to create, individually,
Is our own central philosophy.
This madness has us shook.
Stopping only to review the lessons and the rules
Not to loosen the screws and take a closer look.
Let us change this!
Let us be bright!
Let us open the door and release the cord
That got caught between the cage and a spacious flight!
Just remember out here you can feel the sun.
Expand the mind in this simple thought.
The rays lay on my skin and this feels extremely hot.
Oh how you gaze upon me, Light!
The pressure of the heat has my mind at this height.
Once I got into this thought I began to endeavor
A new idea and another, perhaps,
A more original way of projecting my insight.
~ B
A new age, vibrant engage,
Shows a chemical change not from the core.
Pulled out are the poor.
From inside the head comes an outside sore.
The silver lining over the shore.
My mind is the cloud that spits back into the ocean floor.
In my reflection I see a mass media projection
Constantly asking me to sit down and take a lesson.
Use all the products of progression.
Transgression through the projects
Because of an obsession with aggression
That splits already small check into sections.
I am trying to change the name of the game
But it is hard to change this mindset.
I see in the future a possibility for gain
I hope it is really written in the context.
How many opinions of an organic complex
Alter the mind of a monarch with roots absorbing all that is toxic?
A breakdown of a concept.
In a casual conversation.
Open up what was an ego with a sip of tonic.
So many ideas awaken in my mind!
I can't quite put my finger on it.
That subject I was talking about can only amount
To what feelings belong to it.
Sincerely, let us filter a friendship that is platonic.
Create a space to save face
And mirror back someone special and wanted.
No place for negativity
If only in an innocent look you'd see
That all we are trying to create, individually,
Is our own central philosophy.
This madness has us shook.
Stopping only to review the lessons and the rules
Not to loosen the screws and take a closer look.
Let us change this!
Let us be bright!
Let us open the door and release the cord
That got caught between the cage and a spacious flight!
Just remember out here you can feel the sun.
Expand the mind in this simple thought.
The rays lay on my skin and this feels extremely hot.
Oh how you gaze upon me, Light!
The pressure of the heat has my mind at this height.
Once I got into this thought I began to endeavor
A new idea and another, perhaps,
A more original way of projecting my insight.
~ B
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