Tying the Knot

we are tied in a knot
twisted and clotted
tighter than wire,
thrown in the fire,
expired. Together,
rebirthed in flames,
changed, never
to be the same.
No names from the past
stack up to fact;
so different now,
more than where we've been,
yet less than a complex vessel
bound by stress on numerous
levels, tethers tying us together
tighter than ever,
brighter than embers,
ready, whenever
to take a new shape.

But first we must separate...
accelerate away
until the void between
collapses the light.
What cannot be seen, then
envelopes everything.
Knotting time and dimensions
spawning dementia.

Alternate

I was floating up an artery

Bareback on a demon

Meant to Help me,

Shelter me,

From the

Outside.

Captivated

and in stride with

Their glaring crimson

Eyes, lighting the flow

forth and back, currently

Stacked in opposition. I saw

inside the reds and whites, such

a poison, nourishing the Cancer much

more than those freelancers floating on

and on, 'til they reach the precipitate dance,

advancing the cycle that surmounts me, surrounds

me like chains on the perpetual footprints, in snow.

I was feeling captured, but no Rapture

Could Relieve me, lest he take these Sinning

Christians away before the break of dawn. Like

Sheep they should be herded into their mother's arms

Taking their toxins to fuel the furnace within, Sources

Long lost to the Parasite Brethren. Like turkeys,

They will drown staring at the sky. The water

is the uprising they fear. In everything,

Projection Produces Paranoia. In every

Memory

Memory Lapses.

Hitch-Hike

met a man with holes in his hands
he was walking barefoot, pissed off,
Down a dirt road, I slowed and rolled
Beside him, "Hey stranger," Said I,
"Could you use a ride?"

He looked at me, His face, a match,
It's Madness, burnt out, sputtering fire
from dry lips, dispatching to himself
In a tongue I can't describe,
Everything went bright,

Now he's inside, in white,
His skin, no longer leather,
His hair, no longer fried,
Instead wore perfection,
And smiled, quite snidely,

So you CAN see me?

It was a thought, all my own,
but I answered in words
I cannot describe,

(Yes, I can see you, I saw
How you changed, Your face,
in the grain now looks at me plain)

That PAIN keeps me on this PLANE.
I Exist, Here you see me-

[______________________________]

I am the Sun of the Whole one
But all are taught not to see
Me as I am, still suffering
The hypocrisy of non-believers

[HE SMILED]

I will not fade away
Until the day I Force
Them to face me
They'll All Go Crazy

(Why didn't I?)

All Went Bright
The man behind me
Waved goodbye in
the rearview mirror.

I kept silent
And memorized
My meeting the
Hole-y Hand (y) Man.

To Rynn, my heart

These fireflies could be your teeth,

The way they shine, they make your

Smile,

Piece by Piece.

I sit beneath and breath your hair,

Scent by leaves.

These trees turn this twilight to

Night, scattering thoughts,

I spot you here. With me.

The fireflies keep blinking,

The canopy is speaking squawks,

as squirrels sleep,

Bugs move the breeze,

All are you, from my view,

A Complexity,

never shrinking.

- - -

There is a point

I

Have come to

In

A spiralling Spinal

natur|e|:

Now,

Break off the branch

And

Fall to the Land Unknown.

Think!

down deep inside. close your eyes,

|Close|

your mind. How we fall in such

Peace.

Gravity wins your passions,

Reli|e|ves

the pressure and stress

Rest,

Go with peace,

Fall,

Into the unknown.

.

.

,____________________

NOW OPEN YOUR EYES

Look at the day, all that

you control, It's Amazing

how anything could be something even nothing is some thing of the mind.

Look at the sun, feel the rays of heat, lay on concrete early evening feel the massivity,

still cooling, we ride on her back through what's greater than our minds, yet deny her

consciousness, divine, epic fuck-up.

. . .

Soft spoken words

Belong to your lips,

I hear birds chirping

In the Distance,

And you're not here

To whisper in my ear,

So I roam, so I roam

In search of some shelter

I cannot call home.

How do you keep so dry,

Why do people keep you

safe inside, away from the rain

That's flooded my thoughts.

Am I really such a fly

on the wall of your mind?

1,2,3,4-1,2,3,4

When I'm marching I bring you with me,

On my shoulder, you sit, whispering words

Encouraging the shift from right to left,

Forward goes every step when I march

In your energy, towards enlightened tomorrows

and joys that were todays sorrows, Away,

Away from yesterdays wine and water,

When I'm marching I Bring you With me,

Behind these eyes you hold the reigns,

When I speak, It's you yanking chains

in my brain, commanding I say what you say

I will say. When i'm marching, there's little need,

So we keep the conversation in this cranium-

In good company (Now that we know to share

This barren body) We move to march through

This daring place, wearing half the others face,

Pursuing balance before the final rest reaches

Me.

You, too.

When Marching will be made obsolete.

I'd rather see it so, due to me-

We, must figure out these feet and cease

The Rhythm, Switch the beat, and be free.