such simplicity carries a beauty full... words cannot describe pieces of you... thought streams... wind through forested mountains... pallat of mind... placid lake in a rain fall... echos of patter and hiss... curling clouds of dark storm grey... sleep branches in summer full... shield the pockets of mirrors... drip rings spread away. the lunar tide high pulls the blood to my brain nourishing dream dwellers. feathers white dwindle down through space of black... warm fuzzies in my soul. pieces of flowing voice high on air waves... bleed me hollow to fill me with you... that I might be beautiful too... I kiss your feet and curl fetal about them in humble surrender released within to cages soft your soul
Angel of Sight
so many people with so much to say yet so little changes almost no change at all thank you Jewel Kilcher, thank you Bob Dylan, thank you D. Boon thank you poets and painters... musicians and lovers... dreamers and people who truly are... Paul Williams and Lau Tsu... I regret and feel your remourse for the stagnant passing of time... for the blind fear of the scared, hidden masses pieces of us all as Jewel may say... love is an elusive power tears wash down life's bitter medicine faces of walls concrete pedistals stand unknowingly our way is hindered by the irrational rationallity of each other the roads are bare man receeds from the food chain to devour himself in self deceit as it were we all are he... she... it... whatever... attacking language to fix empty inequallities at the expense of comunication... we all must get along... we all must be... I love you Jewel... as a carrier of sight... as a bringer of compassion to the world... continue to fly as only you know how...
I have a certain eternal love for those who create to reveal the underlying domain of human fear and dillusion... the frame benieth the unquestioned structures of belief... many are led by the acceptance and flow of a reality perceived. I often wish that all could be there below... with the body of chaos inherent. when my time passes to be... I wish only to curl at your feet and fade into the darkness. my energy churning the tide of life... the mist of space-time a domain I will rest within blankets of dispersion... the weave is brittle fragile strands fray pockets stretched holes deterioration from within the tapestry unfolds we all must die many suffer to feed the balance of those who feel for them consumed with flames of futility...
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