Austin. Green. Friendly.
In a void of human contact,
These are the faults I confide in.
Confined in four corners
Closing in always.
Like lungs of a greater meaning
Blackened by cigarette smoke,
Carbon dioxide, monoxide,
Hold on to stay alive
And on top.
But we all fall down
Regardless of kings and queens,
Presidents and politicians,
Mothers and fathers,
We inevitably fall down.
And upon reaching ground,
Parallel to Gaia,
Unrelenting force barrels upward
Toward a new beginning,
In order appropriated
By bangs larger than two souls colliding in darkness.
Falling and standing were the first traits learned,
But they’re still very much a part of us.
Glowing only in darkness I find you
Passion sparked with defining
Any mission becomes lost
Only left to surrender timing
Daily plans are thoughts effervescent
Escaping reality, thoughts become planning
Train ones mind to block out reality
Past diction starts unwinding
Blindly lead to a cliff now describing
Scenery too high to imagine
Landscape too alive to be tragic
Rebounding soul to escape love
Blue foam eases to shore now behind me
Walking against grains of sand
Striving to become who I am
These are suppressive memories I confide in.
Coldly awoken from a slumber
As if the night sky reached out and brushed shades of light in every corner of a room seemingly unfamiliar.
Dazed eyes gravitate towards the shadow
Not alone in and of itself, but surrounded by opposing frequencies
Flash across the sky now
I wait for your truth to be revealed
I wait because there is too much left
Too many shadows waiting to be healed
By a light.
Quietly shadow creeps over day old shirts and bottles once filled with the very essence of life
Quietly resting against a wall known only for the the physical qualities attributed to it
Rebuking fact or belief of greater depth
Quietly shadow rests.
Intrinsically Sky kisses Earth on the horizon,
From first vision to last memory,
We return our souls as to keep love inside them
Eternally floating towards a light
Thought of as the heliocentric center of our system
For out of fear of what we’remissing,
But out of fear we are progressing.
For out of fear we’ve been exploring,
Because nothing easily taken created depression,
But there’s always a reason
Knees bent, head risen
In search of salvation
As if the night sky smiled its crescent moon just to save us
Misinterpreted to offer praises
Of an old, rusted out ford that quite possibly has seen better days, is
Our limit of thought only future and past
Tensing your arm, laughter bursts out of your self
On the realization that we are all linked together from the future to past
And planetary motion,
Then gravitates toward an idea that the universe is misshapen now
I must be mistaken now
Because if our understanding of the universe we build, live and sin in, is incomplete, how could we even think
We know the answers.
At the very least, a dream
Memories, true or false
What matters is consistent
consistency is a state of mind
And with a change in mind set
We forget what we came to forget
And the cycle repeats
Last time was the first time,
This time echoes throughout eternity
All time is an illusion
For if we echo, how can we not hear ourselves?
Would it be too much to say that we are not around?
We are not trees, we are free
Of constraints, at least physically
But we fail to see our constraints are conscious
Our lives are branches of consciousness
Our deaths happen all at once
We see each other, we can forget
Even fifty years of knowledge is physical
Meta transcends, but what stores experience is our own consciousness
So it must all exist
As a child alone feels need of a companion
We too are urged towards the same
Left alone too long
We must be to blame;
But we are always alone
In company kept or outside set
Our minds move in directions others can only interpret
And it must be so
To be alive and to be idle
Is not such a bad thing
Unless life amounts to riches and titles
We can keep in still frame
Constantly remembering all past gains
Constantly searching for a new still to place in our new frames.
We must be still,
As the tree sits and meditates
Until bird lands and sings;
upon ending song bird leaves and
The tree doesn’t mourn its loss.
No, the tree simply awaits a new song.
When words are not enough
Thoughts still exist
As if in some way words meant to be unsaid
Are alive at all times in ones head
Just a thought.
Breaking from old patterns
Breeze blown through hair
Dimly lit sky now aware
Of all things
Touch upon tombstones
Graze fingers across
Calloused stones self aware
Only barriers in thought
New, old, conceptualize mind
Bend and fold to fit your own design
We all bend, we all fold
All things in time
What we are echoes throughout eternity
Who we are defines the world we see
How we react dictates perception of we
As if all consciousness exists to debate
But not accept
The devils advocate
Must take last breath.
While at the peak of existence
We may look down
Dust travels in spirals
Lifted gradually from the ground
Towards our peak,
But instead of halting
It lunges past
Blown effortlessly forward
Grossly interwoven with breath
Oxygen fills lungs
A mixture similar to concrete
Immovable in nature
Yet when the physical bonds are broken
When all there is becomes all there should be
Once again dust rises
Once again something by nature transient can become free.
Caressed by sweet nothings
Caressed at the same time by everything
The significance is that the dust isn’t alone on its journey
There is a presence always woven into it
A presence so natural
Yet at the same time so immaterial
Materially taken to mind
Indescribably lifted with time
Grossly measured through lines
Of words so dusty.