I wish that I could ask you[I] (not for an answer, just for the telling of the story): I split the world in half and put it back together, I saw the stars appear for the first time in the sky, and possibilities flicker in and out between seconds, minutes and days; grey fog becoming incandescent flowers, bodies dancing around me like clockwork dolls singing the hour. I saw everything I wanted I...
In the middle of my life, I found myself adrift in elderly trails of an ancient forest. The forest was older than the fur and feathers that tossed and curled amongst its barks and tendrils. It was older even than the soil that was its current home. Once, long ago, it had been under the sea, composed of microbial blooms and an innovative evolutionary whirlwind. Forest Alone in the forest, lost...
Anything you say or do can be used against you. The mornings introduce themselves like a waiter living off tips like a feature film (a dramatic good-cop bad-copy slow-paced thriller) – otherwise indistinct from the previews and last minute phone call in the foyer – like a trumpeter testing a borrowed horn. And though “although” I come here every day (tautology...
Editorial notes: Reflections about drug (and love) experiences, in which emotions and feelings are analysed (“Hacking”) that are intensely felt but too changing and formless (as in “chariot mysticism”) to give reliable solid information; “to be studied but not believed; or Hacking the chariot of fire.” The reflections are deeply introspective. They relate to the levels and qualities of the...
This is a poem about looking for purpose and direction, and how their considerations. Preface The gaze of our yearnings may differ Hence I had not tailored this message to my own.[1] Prelude In dreams born of dreams[2] All the meanings are cryptic And signify things unknowable. To rule them is to dream them, (the prophets read their own minds[3]). Method Goodness appears in the territorial...
This is an ode to that which it will never allude; or, A shadow of the sun.
You are not this,
Nor this.
You said “that”,
Instead of that.
That which was something,
May have been
Something
Else.
Liberating
To untie a knot
By tangling.
To be
Come
Never
Been;
Is
Always
Sometime.
The strong
Nuclear Force
Gets stronger –
Equal and
Opposite
Re:
Actions.
This stayed at
Rest.
Now so did
That.
{04/11/2016} This is my own path. I’m writing this for no one except myself. If anyone should read this, be warned: You can not judge, you can not comprehend, you can not apply. Here are the wonders of my life. Who can claim them for their own? 10* for 8** for 9** of 2**/****. And at such a young age and such through such mundane experiences! Errors such as a faux-10 directing 3** receiving...
When we saw the graves we knew ourselves ready for oblivion, whenever soon it came. We sat down and wrote our goodbye, “This”, we said, “was our favourite thing” (amongst all that we’d experienced within life) That experience. The expansion in the mind that turns the world and we sit still in the center, still. Enlightening what had been impossible to say, or think, or not think. A space that can...
I see your shadow in the mirror, in the shapes between a flock of birds, in the space between my eyes, my thoughts.
All that I know is that I can’t see you. I see your beauty but not your hand. Your elegance but not your feet.
How could I not love you, who crafts the smudges of clouds, at every hour, every vista, every biography, history, event horizon.
Just for a few minutes. Not literally. The way things look is undeniable. The more we look, the more we see. And it’s still undeniable. But behind it all. Between shadows and flickers of distraction, is some other thing, a gossamer lighthouse, impossible and tall. I don’t know what other shapes it has; only the ones I’ve seen: It’s the desperate hope that the way something...
