Nature does not hurry yet everything is accomplished.
The body being. The plant being. The creature being. The wind moved the arms of the plant around in the sand. The grooves is the experience, the journey it was pushed to make. The ridges of the plant are funky, playing like toes in the deep sand. It simply lives there. The small tracks of the gushy creature, step by step, makes its way across the sand. Other species of plants pierce through the granules, nourished by the the soil feast of the land. Desert dwellers, basking from sunrise to sundown. The slow slither of the snake, finding its way for food through the eyes of a hole. The beauty of the patient. The incandescent magic of our nature, must it not only be of one fate.
She is trying to tell us something, but for nothing needs to be understood.
its like trying to listen to music when the music is turned all the way down
it feels like getting out of the shower with no towels around
my are boots are worn and need new laces
it is an itch but you’re never able to scratch
you’re able to smell but never relish it
it is wearing fake acrylics and never be able to strike a chord
it is getting into a car and realizing you have little gas
it is going into a library
and realizing you can check one book
it all just seems missing
the moon controls the feeling
my watch says 03:30
I’ve been waiting to sleep
next thought it’ll be your turn
the cycle repeats.
I looked into her eyes
I looked for quite a while
caramel honey eyes
I looked into his eyes
I looked for quite a while
innocent and unflinching
the energy of the two
it’s pretending to have intent
it’s pretending to sing along
she wants you to take her lead
but he’s unsure
so he tags along
her energy is intruding
she’s sacrificing her truth
sexy, boozy, great tobacco use
I know what you’re doing
it’s not my truth
Two wild birds
Free thinking with understanding
Human nature, we fight for the kind
Whistling into the night
Full moon hike
Flying and flocking
We realize money is the enemy
We realize ego kills the soul
We appreciate all that is
is to love
to live in appreciation
The noise of adrenaline
Is so fierce
So it penetrates into the ground
Realizing there is something more
One soul recognizes the other
Eyes dark pupil black
Twice and then none
Bim bim bim
You’re all rotting away
We understand the image
The most important
Humanity and all that is
Explain their stories
Silence the crowd
No need to explain things
Dwelling in our silence
We recognize that is life
I’ll see you soon
I’ll see you around
Viagra is government funded ($41.6 million/per year).
If pregnancy is GOD’S WILL, so is LIMP DICK.
Just letters that make up a sound projected through the sound of our voice
our mouth our lips.
No different you than mine
Your body, mine.
Eyes that are thankful to see the experience
that makes up the sky.
the incredible silence and emptiness that fills up that space
a space that one cannot stay with for longer than a second
How to stay in a constant space, staying constant
Soulful and truth, let one appear to others as it forms thyself
the soul evaporates into the body when the body is weak.
Red, pink, green, ultramarine blue
dusted onto the sky with a brush
one cannot see the strokes or remnants of artifice or touch
it just is.
In a moments time it will pass, the colors will fad, the colors will change
the view will no longer be the same.
Change is part of the birth of the sky.
The Earth turns, the moon rotates, it replenishes the dust.
Time and time again
calculated so infinitely yet it’s all
so specific, so perfectly planned.
So symmetrical, so organized.
Apocalypse the bright sky never returns
and darkness is where we all die.