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…