Views distorting you.
Spatial curvature extends us.
I want what is new.
Let the cosmos organize us.
…
“Be thankful for
everything I did here” I
replied, “Thank you for all
this you’ve done” And I
kissed him three times
goodnight, my dear, By
tomorrow at noon you will
be gone That you walk
with Him is all I need hear
Let’s meet at the temple
inside the sun And expand
our love in the heart of
hearts What I couldn’t
conceive before, restarts.
…
A plus B divided by A.
B dividing A.
My sweet geodesic, holy.
Come, unfurl, holy.
…
Seeing what I see is when
I give illusion meaning,
knowing not I make
myself upset for what I
think
Nothing is as is as
nothing can be what’s
being
Somewhere over
Olympus as the gods are
convening,
I’m praying in a fated
ship and just about to sink
Seeing what I see is
when I give illusion
meaning
Gathering and leaving
are philosophers
agreeing
that what I think I’m
feeling is the nightmare I
re-sink
Nothing is as is as
nothing can be what’s
being
What’s behind the veil is
what subconsciousness
is gleaning,
resurfacing, I hold deep
down a place you can’t
re-think
Seeing what I saw is
when I gave illusion
meaning,
give me when I’m
powerless the power of
my freeing,
spirits come deliver us
what can’t be said in ink
Nothing is as is as
nothing can be what’s
being
Offer all compassion in
the whipping and the
fleeing,
forgiven are the sinners
with the blood of Christ I
drink
Seeing what I see is
when I give illusion
meaning,
Nothing is as is as nothing can be what’s being
…
Absorb, heat, emit.
Shifting character of spectrum.
Dark ultraviolet.
In a blind and blinding spectrum.
…
With bud and pipe I blow
smoke in a ring That
hovers under the moon,
and I’m out Notice gnarled
roots curl, hear a mole rat
sing The underworld hangs
upside-down in doubt Held
in non-dualism’s clingless
cling Caught in the center
of a shoutless shout I say
the same prayer time after
time I light up a tree and
surreally climb
Self-Perpetuation was conceived as a 2D sculpture made of words, and is written/structured accordingly. The idea, which will eventually come to life here, is to let the words scroll up as one long document—no separate pages. The three columns just keep going. It is also supposed to be subtly wavy. An ambient soundtrack will accompany it as well. Below is a small section.
I’m falling in always
alone in my dream
dying with a sensitive
beauty pious inter-
dimensional voices
trailing my own
nothing real can be
threatened nothing
unreal exists
timelessly waiting for
understanding of my
projections feeling
my feelings of wild
gravitational flights
where light is magic
death
leaves not
its source
through my
recurring visions I
recognize you as my
savior in what
cannot be
nothing real can be
threatened nothing
unreal exists
in the christening all
thought becomes
purpose and shows I
no longer need think
for the first and last
divine the trinity’s
message always
nothing real can be
threatened nothing
unreal exists
starting over with
unusual discoveries
for a new life found
out from the
elements
of what was
projected into world
view
death
leaves not
its source
thank you for coming
and sailing my spirit
my time and
pleasures and the
phenomenon of
astral orbs that
travel in Earth
secrecies
nothing real can be
threatened nothing
unreal exists
a large fish caught
with the little frozen
eye in the terrifying
alien lights
death
leaves not
its source
winds of absentia
blowing unearthed
essence and bouquets
of Celestine prophecy
and unworldly
minerals destined to
reach your seat of
judgment and deceit
and funnel it into
the Great Burning
turning inward
nothing real can be
threatened nothing
unreal exists
in candlelight I
preach how the dead
are not alive how
equally you never
were
death
leaves not
its source
I dream you reject
me because we feel
and see the same
views differently and
it threatens you I see
through you and
through history in
the simplicity of only
a single error that
we…
Bucket spun water.
Demand a reciprocal change.
Time, space, disorder.
Lightspeed doesn’t see any change.
…
He called in pain (the
angels were with you) He
died and came back I ran
to him there Nothing in life
can ever prepare you For
the way he held his hand in
the air And eyes of love
and gratitude (Dave you
Were connecting with me
from deep out where My
angel, my love, I know you
now see What’s in my
heart for you sets us both
free.
…
Crystal atoms stack.
How by which accessed
dimensions.
Even deeper back.
Gathering spatial dimensions.
…
Waiting to see you blow
my mind,
expand it into a dazzling
sphere,
my thoughts are my
world that treats me
unkind
I think I’m a thought that
is predesigned
to live out the dream its
soul calls for
waiting to see you
blow my mind
Without a path ahead or
behind,
you lose your will and
move in fear
My thoughts are my
world that treats me
unkind
What’s brighter than all
of the stars combined
is a love unfelt or
unknown before,
waiting to see you
blowing my mind
on how we touch what’s
all confined,
where we meditate no
light can sear
My thoughts are my
world that treats me
unkind
thus I breathe you in and
so we’re aligned
in trust to forever sail
and soar
in my thoughts, my
world, no treatment
unkind
I see God in you, it’s
blowing my mind
…
New ways of motion.
Fall, shout up a new position.
Spatial like ocean.
Inter-dimensioned position.
…
I now must admit that I am
not real My health,
emotions, and karma as
well And all my past lives
whose guilt I now feel Are
nothing but projections of
my hell That I use to raise
the hate I don’t heal And
use to peddle these stories
I tell Hallucinating a forest
and stream If I never fell,
there wasn’t a scream
…
I’m a line mentioned.
Through superspace volume dispersed.
Seven-dimensioned.
Nine, when the seven are dispersed.
…
I’m thinking my mind into a zenith burning
as you knock with a promise at my gate,
deliver the message of ecstasy, of yearning…