talk to me
talk to
Them.
sing it
write it
play it
dance it
cook it
jogo it
laugh it
paint it
build it
move it
move with it
&
flow,
use
the spark
that
is in you
that is,
you
to
Be
More.
Category: What it is
who
do u see?
who
are
u?
do
u
feel
the
power,
of
Who
You
Are?
lost
sheep
&
sly jackals
nibble
and
munch
at your soul.
but there is
more to give,
always,
much more.
Who are you,
but
more
than
yesterday?
little
eyes bereft
of blinding terror,
heart filled
with emptiness:
because
you
are near.
saftey
in
solitude:
a most welcome lie.
yet
true when it comes
to you.
where
is the wisdom of youth?
where
am
i?
Toad Wisdom
when waiting
for feelings
feels an
eternity,
then
be
the feelings
that
you
are.
Winter
Content delight
found
in your light
brings
me
down
down
down
deeper
into the warm
mystery of
me.
but,
I want,
to fly.
Who
gentle and forgiving,
Life
finds the way
to
take you
home.
surrender
to the tempest around
and drown
in
the
silence within.
there
you may find
me.
mystic yearning
gods
dead, missing.
abentee.
lonely we wander,
and
desperately we wonder
if there is
magic in the
twinkle
of a distant
sun;
if the moon
loves.
out and
beyond we seek
ad infinitum.
my cauldron
burns
infernal,
internal
&
eternal
home
breezing
through all
the mondays, and
saturdays too.
a human slinky
walking life’s
cogs and gears.
cushiony hands
perfumed and preened
the good earth left
barren and
alone.
a time
for an
exodus,
to
genesis.
a time
lost
to dreams
and words.
a time
claimed
by the brave
and the strong.
our time.
our time right now.
putting it in
white
empty
void
as pure
and devouring
as the darkness.
and
the unholy
obligatory need
to define.
to spin.
to create.
are we
not gods,
diminute?
matches?
i don’t need
no stinking matches.
give me my pen:
kool
hand
luce
is in the house.
burn
it
up,
higher.
Pieces Revisited (again)
hallowed
&
hollowed,
what space
remains
but
the unknown?
back
to the basics.
back to
my roots.
back
to
me,
one last time.
until the next.
theDeprevation 