A/C feels like the ocean breeze
Whispering, cmon take my lead
Ill follow you to distant shores
Ill love none less, but best and more

Your design is fkn pure
I weary of a weary world
I long to chase the twists and turns
Upon turnpikes and tepid whirls

I race but only cause its fun
So when its over Ill be done
But for now I lounge and screw
I speak untill my toungue goes mute

I love to frolic and to fool
To joke and to obstruct the rules
They say youve got a hill to climb
Yet they have only seen the sign

My dazzling dimwit diamond mind
Endlessly emptied and refined
So fish for jewels and you may find
The essence of this human kind


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Scripture

To capture lifes living moments
They drop as end of season apples
The enduring struggle, melancholy mist
This morning dew of livid blues
Evaporates as a child's shoe is tied
Widens like the euphrates
Smiles in suprise, son to father

A mountain of unhindered elevation
Bursts on the scene as a songs granduer
Ruptures a crowds eardrums
Love and lose, live and burn
The fire in the eyes returns to the country
Where the fields sprawl sweetly
And the hill-tops breed new mystery

Applebottoms and hydrogen baloons
Blistered feet of the weary wounds
Washed by the shores edge
The potters kiln, the swordsman's hedge
Guilt and dross and fury no longer carried
Fear and ugly faith foregone
Now the wanderers final position
Becomes known, through return home
To an open throne

The Eyes of the Ocean

The eyes of the ocean
Both pristine and wide
Encircle emotion, encapsulate time
Constantly shifting as ships voyage deep
Swallowing sorrow with patience and ease

Water is mercy to these starlit eyes
The people of Earth, wander far just to find
By paths tretcherous and hills hard to climb
Observing the currents in silence by night

In such contemplation, the man can uncover
Enviornments buried, vast, and discover
Through feelings so somber, reality sweet
A rapturous ember that blossoms beneath

Yet still seldom see these pearls that glisten
The speakers will speak, while the wise
sit and listen
Remembering rumbles, convex and concave
The eyes of the ocean...
that give rise to each wave

Im such a...

I feel it deeply, in my gut
My needs revealed, I'm such a slut
I'm such a sissy, and a fool
I flonder endlessly in drool

Maybe when the weathers nice
Ill chill out like deserted rice
I got excuses and a vice
Its not cause they dont treat me right

Its not cause they dont see my cause
Its just cause im an abscent clown
A peckerwood who fronts as Prince
Though now Im mostly unconvinced

Its me I think, Im lazy too
I never graduated school
And if I did it was a coast
and thats the same as if i dont

Irritated and annoyed
This urge in me is showing more
Ill sweat it out, or take it in
The journey forward lies within

The journey outward? Lies and sin
A smuggy smirk shit eating grin
I long to lead and grow this land
My will might just be contraband

The Solemn Well

Beauty Benigned, Reason Re-Aligned

At the edge of abyss, trails cannot be found

Those who wander here seldom return

Those who venture into this region

Fall, like the crimson apple

Shed thier weight like the skin of snake

And blossom like a million blooms

Beauty benigned

The glint in your eyes

Doust Thou wish to travel this path?

 The quiet, the faint who whisper in the depths of sleep, who spin their poetic souls into the fabrics of peace.. every moment houses memory, and these memories drops in the well of solitude.

The solemn staring eyes dissapate

The building blocks of faith lose thier weight

And life again travels unhinged

Rolling rapids of rapture

Doust Thou, brave soul

wish to scavenge this land?

Elements bend 

Branches of eternal wings

Taught by timeless winds

The ember of oar

The chambers of Earth

Beneath dialect

Beyond doubt

BE

Johns Command

The apostle John spoke to jesus. When he spoke it was a shattering demand.. "Jesus!!! you must return to the people of Judiah. You must bring them water and food. Jesus sinply stared into the eyes of John.. the concern in him dissolved.. The people of Judiah hungry and parched drifted to sleep and endlessly regained morning conciousness. The awakening was the broadest known in all of present day.

If you, my fellow man, are concerned with the needs of today, simply remember the principals of peace that are embedded in your soul.. remember beneath the mud lie the ever clearing eyes of our living lord, Jesus Christ.

Moving On

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A Strong Love Embraced

A cumbersome past

A laborers load

A dream into being, and one that is old

This world is unfitting, its hard to make due

Impossible odds, overcome for the truth

Ingenious minds meet, an epic is staged

The mind of god brilliant, a lovely bouquet

The flowers are many, they blossom and bloom

The embers of eons  rise out of the room

Its thankless this task, but love it or leave it

My baby is teething.. while nature is breathing

This cosmic unwinding rich and obscene

Janitorial jesus is sweeping it clean

The sorrow is lonesome and beautiful too

This hard headed man reunited in ruin

My god how you shine and excercise might

My god you are brazen, this poets delight

My insight in ashes, my corpse is a fume

My spirit is broadening back into you

Its rather intense, this love that Im feeling

I hope that in time, you rapture in seeing

This boy once a man, a father of Earth

Bleeding warm love into written verse

Opening to the mystery

Everything has a pulse
a walk in dark brisk, reveals this
potential will beckon you inward
the unloving masks will be shed
and a deserving love will be met
with one deserving, and daring, to recieve it

willingness is the first stepping stone
to embark one puts this foot forward first
open me.. tare my pages, tape each ripped seam
the messy, muddy, when embraced, will sort itself out.
like cool water trickling into a river basin.. movement will restore the sea.

Fold into the journeymans depths
Your apprenticeship has concluded
You are welcome here in this circle, young initiate
Your blinders have and are still being removed
Pain may strike, but virtue will enter again
This life of love will have its valleys and summits
Its certainties and mysteries
This world, its hellfire and grief
The coming world, its glory and rapture

The others? Yes it is saddening to see them
They wallow and gloat, their substance smoke
Thier eyes live under a thousand veils
Thier minds burdened by ropes and chains
Their profound nature oblivious
They are children yet, but blind in thier observation, although you are not from this world, you must bring your utmost to it. You will be misunderstood, forsaken, loved, deserted, but you yourself must complete your mission.. carry the torch that haunts the divided, bring the prophecy to fruition.
Emerge from the cavern of slavery, and emerge into freedom and flow.

Persuit of the Soul

Broader stones have never been thrown
Truer words never spoke in such tone
You seek, you destitute, to atone?
I breach the keep with plans to absolve

The head of the heard, the righteous and good
The bottom of purity, when evil is stirred
This life not unbroad, for some miniscule
When breath limits you to the ways of the world

The forsaken jewel, the scholars mistake
For weed, dirt, or element grown out of hate
If it is uncovered its considered waste
But even the dirty has its chosen place

You must understand this if you are to go
And voyage the roads towards the greatness unknown
You must comprehend that this path unintrigued
Forsaken to some who dont know where it leads

Many will cross the threshhold, thats true
And perhaps, by time lapse, destination resumes
Is only for few, dont dis-lighten my mood
Cause my cargo is caked like some crud on my shoe

I walk like a rabbit thats prayed on by crows
I watch out of habit while keeping my toes
I see the door open, I wish it would close
I cannot look back, I can only push forward

...

Friends and Foes

Pointing out my friends is like a finger aiming at a closet of skeletons.

Asking man about his ends without the means is easy clean.
Trying to understand the understatement that is in between.

The truth in scenario is that our life holds on, as we do, its see through, it won't take long.

Mimicked by the dangers, a society of strangers, a nutured shortcoming, that proves lonely as it angers.

I seek, and even when I find it, I know I've got to hit the road and quit this focused diet. An imbacel with embryo, when everything lacks luster. A memory that balances as road is traced by rubber.

I'll be here tomorrow, but meaning dies and ressurects, I hate to feel a graveyard of the structures never seen erect.
The places never seen through eyes when they are bright and broadened. A hollow hole can house a soul, if not so, for this longing.

I hate a world thats starving, the people are sadistic, and man if it aint me its somebody else realistic. I feel so fucking empty, please pardon when I curse. These feelings are unfriendly, more than likely, well... deserved.

Apology

To feel.. to see.. to ache.. to breath
To make, believe
To branch a tree..

It's intimate it's beauty-filled
the sickness swift, I'm usually ill
I'm well intention did I miss?
The whole foundation brick by brick?

years have passed, and here I am
In the midst of many friends
forgive me man, for I have sinned
I've been lost to next of kin

but lets let loose.. and find the sound
so I can swim on feelings found
so I can bring a substance sweet
and soothe the urge to grit my teeth

Don't let me fall upon the way
in search of hope and brighter days
don't find me vanquished in my fears
i'll leave out the forgotten years

your smile is one i love to read
your voice is like a melody
I coast and drift like planks of wood
but now I'm here, and it's all good

I pray that I can be your friend
and learn to laugh and love again
I pray the sickness falls and fades
leaving us here, a colorful ray

What is This World?

Quenching my ancient thirsts
So you know? Oh..
Thats how it works.
Used to write lines of purpose
Now pushed past skins surface

Am I doing a service?
Outside the kingdom of thieves
Wondering motive and means
After all said and done
There isn't much to be seen

Is this kingdom deserved?
I just swerve and I bevel
Rebel and revel trying to state
The unknown
Well I'm pelted with rain
outside this once known home

Its a vivid causation, broad catastrophe
Instilled, Invert, stiring laughs in me
A pity, a vice, a blessed insight
A willingness scripted during darkness at night
A widdling world, a reason to write
An epologue speaking on whats sought to know
This world I perceive, what it asks of my soul..

Conclusions on currents that alter the mood
An altitude brisk and a bright attitude
Maybe tomorrow Ill poke out my head
Till then Ill find respite while dreaming in bed