a killer is lost like a river wandered off became a stream then an eddy then a trickle until it dropped off the face of the earth and dried up into nothing, so far from the source was it
you were seeking (someone after work) you were. i was a little something to look at (we were young) i was, on that night (following no one) awake in a different way, unusually done up (tryin to get a charge in the) senseless world (with us), pretty preloaded (bound to be impulsive) both of us and tight (lonely maybe but not needing nothing) that night.
i was seeking (for so long comin up empty), going home alone (without finding anyone) you were traveling backward (to remember the past) insincerely, we spoke in whispers (it was the lies in your eyes) i knew, your pain (you were)
breathless at first
some difficulty and all alone (just imagine), you gave me someone to envision (someone who could care when caring was all was asked and running a shocking deficit) being with (being with you) and you were. i was.
we were somethin (material) random. of a sudden (indebted) rolled pinner of a joint. tight (like that). god is good. baked into the bread. wholesome (hearted) and not having to speak (talking about it was always so terrible anyway and made us feel bad about ourselves) was a gift we both were given. you were. i was
something special is about to go off
and may we make (us) last
as long as we
formerly very stoned
in a fair trade off of years
for elevated consciousness
i woke up
was when i knew i had been sleepin
i must have fallen asleep
cause i woke up
will we awaken
beside you so
Inside the body, you will find coursing and pulsing of blood. A muscle, pumping iron.
Inside the mind, you will find the plus and the minus and the neutral of thought. Layers upon layers of judgment surround sound.
Inside the affect, you will find emotional roller derby. Fear pushing euphoria over the rail. Anger throttling fear with a fist. Then the sadness and joy all that’s left.
Inside the spirit, there is hope, there is courage. Compassion and passion and love. Perhaps waylaid by some local, situational lesson in pain.
There lies endless life, in the soul. Free energy in circulation. Awakening and opening the eyes in god’s time, not ours.
We are undergoing cosmic shock and evolution…We are learning how to breathe again… We are justifiably hungry as we slowly spin towards our destiny of changes…
Make no mistake. You can sit in front of the television and still undergo radical shifts of consciousness. You can be all alone and inextricably part of this thing.
You can blow yourself away. Still you are with us. In little pieces. Reflecting light from the inside out. Getting to work, cell by cell, in the grande orchestral movement.
Does not matter.
Lock the door.
Open your heart.
Say no say yes.
We matter. We are matter. We subsist on supernovas. We lunch in Andromedas cool atmospheric halls.
Hendrix is there teaching constellations bold ill-advised new alignment. Hemingway is fishing in a black hole. Virginia Woolf is walking the frozen quiet woods of Saturn’s ring, with our mothers mother’s mother.
Nothing is ever lost.
Need not fear the change.
All we are, so shall remain.
In mutual collective admiration society…In reckless prolific creative propriety… In dreamstate loving perpetuity…
And in reality.