Perception

Peering through a fence
to the woodland beyond
trees, grass, shrubs,
flowers in the fore.
It all appears flat
on a single plane
like a pop-up book
I’m for the first time, sane.
Observation, determinism,
reality in 4 dimensions,
without us to see it
it’s completely non-existant.

Life in the universe
seeks a nook to manifest
infinite wanderers in a
higher existance,
seeking a spot at
every instance.
Endless movement,
we travel and roam
through dimensions in
the multiverse foam.
Micro and macro,
separate and apart
no need for a theory to
show us who we are.

A multidimensional nomad
in an endless cycle
of birth until the universe
is cold, no more Earth.
Infinity surrounding us,
it could be misunderstood.
Knowledge that escapes us
with no time to evolve.
Clouds of consciousness
in everything, to behold.
A beautiful utopian existance,
in timeless stories told.

Awakening

I found myself staring
into the abyss
saw the old one’s eyes
staring back at me.
The gaze of the gods
piercing and still
with steady footing
gargantuan and wise.

Their power elusive
their shadows cold
drifting in space
the planets of old.
Formulating plans
awaiting commands
with our deepest worship;
they cannot return.

Travelling closer
clouds become black
lightning and thunder
the aurora cracks.
Birds flying across
a monstrous form
appearing in view
rain breaks the approach.

Another god awakens
from the ground under foot
covered in soil, moss,
bark and roots.
The size unmatched
shaking the Earth
beckoning the animals
and plants to the surface.

A god from the oceans
breaks through the waves
of barnacles and seaweed
a swiftness to amaze.
He shelters creatures
and plants from the sea,
whales sing his return
calling to creation.

Sky, earth and ocean
arrive in good time
they begin their work
in song and in rhyme.
Repairing the damage
man has long wrought
before Mother Earth
crumbles to naught.

The god of the skies;
Atmos the overseer.
The god of the earth;
Titan the steadfast.
The god of the sea;
Leviathan lifegiver.
Together again to heal
our home and our hearts.

A cyclopean city
where they dwell as men
emerges in the mountains
the source of all strength.
They take on new forms
as man and as god
from the city they plan
on the earth they trod.

The call of their return
rings in our ears
their dread filled awakening
takes many years.
The size is collosal
their movement vague
in slow motion
their bulk shudders awake.

The planet torn asunder
life begins anew
assymetry and symmetry
spirals and fractals.
As if inked in pen
designed from the cosmos
the world begins again
a beauty to behold.

Dimensions

Today a dull day
befitting of winter
leaves become muddied
the autumn night shudders.

Grey unfeeling clouds
puddle the sky
a sycamore helicopter
vies for space.

I continue to ponder
remember my fate
night stretches out
trees tangle and deform.

I tire of the world
think of different times
think of how i could
leave this world behind.

Together we build a ship
a corridor through time
made with twin particles
to create a passage to climb.

As I begin to travel
a single musical instant
I see the melodic night
this beautiful existance.

I see the big bang
the end of my journey
as mebranes collide
the start of the symphony.

A single note is struck
creates a particle
defines a new song
assigns our reality.

The contents of thought
withing humming strings
creates all the atoms
in many different patterns.

I ponder my substance
the day gets brighter
the woes of the world
finally have closure.

Today I have hope
the people catch up
consciousness grows
the hate is left behind.

Release

Feeling vexed
uncomfortably numb
I indulge each lie,
grey I become.
Readily ornate
reach into my game
developing grief,
advertise and feign.

The blanket of life
leaves me confused
changing each fact
rudely I peruse.
The clarity hits
panic turns to fear
this might be it
the hope to feel.

Unquelled hate
against the exposed
no purpose I sate
loyalty unknown.
Conditional love
unwavering pain
pure and unbeatable,
sufference never wanes.

Evil in many forms
hate to grin in joy
I shake my head
a second hand ploy.
Here I hang, aged,
return to sweet sleep
I can never fathom
the disdain for me.

Bonds are broken
my time is up
my words and second thought
never to forget.
Friends again it seems
makes me behave
she is my lady
I am her slave.

I now gently heal
nothing retained
once it was real
two weeks in vain.
Suffering for years
at the hands of many
trusted by peers
a deep sense of irony.

Fighting for life
no one to tell
a tale for a book
many years it took.
He wore a clown face
killed my pets
its a compulsion
never to forget.

Ten years ago
the universe split in two
in one I lived on,
the other died sordidly.
Drugged tossed aside
could not relax
bonds all broken
never a surprise.

Many days waiting
many hours dreaming
until it became
all one existance.
In the end, I couldn’t tell
the difference
as a tale of turmoil is told.
Here inside,
is a lesson of old.

Change

I think,
Therefore I am
in situe,
lithe and
unbalanced
kept and
suffering in debt.
I try but fail
fevered and
lost and
frail and
outwitted.
I abstain in pity.
It goes without saying,
my mind turns to mulch.
I lament on fire
its not mine to touch,
turning the lie
Omega, I.

Stardust

The world changed
a bit today
the music man
has gone away.

He wrote his last
fell into sleep
the hill to climb
a little too steep

He grew up a bard
creator of music
belonging in films
to shine like a poet

A man , a great
influence far and wide
never forgot
beyond the divide

Goodbye music man
the legend transcends
as you stand before God
an eon is ended.

Flames

make merry your eyes
my love reaches the sky
it ensues for us
as deep as the cosmos.

make merry your lips
it is you who gives in
in a perfect world
forever mine to behold.

make merry your mind
i have found your heart
it is pure, I can tell
in the warmth of your smile.

make merry your heart
engraved eternal like glass
i can never forget
i will not let go yet.

Fabric

In the beginning
there was no sound,
then came a hum
a gentle vibration
turning into a voice
a harmony
a chorus
a symphony
of incredible mystery
a perfect symmetry.

Order from chaos
swirls and eruptions
torrential bursting
randomly searching
for the life
that preceeds it
with the movement
that recieves it.
Forever in concert
a cosmic masterpiece.

Causation in existence
leads to a notion
in an instant
eons of brilliance
information transference
a quirk of intelligence
constructed by scientists
in the language
of numbers.

Destruction
from the multiverse
equal to the hole in us,
it always saddens me
how we destroy the melody.
I could show everyone
the collapse of the world
the abyss swallowing words,
I would be god
revert humankind
with empathy and mind,
I would be goddess
reword the swarms
reverse havoc wrought.

But for now I weep
internal
imperfect apocalypse
die eternal
children and animals
scorch in the inferno
to ever wander and
trespass in limbo
all is forgotten
in the night
of the hallowed.

Written

Talking to myself
to invisible friends
the people i love
in a certain way,
small talk reveals
how i feel,
I catch myself
before any harm
inform myself
that I’m not here.

How do I get past,
living so fast
I’m all alone, so
not really the same.
Like a flower
or a flame.
I want desire,
to be remembered
Is this all there is?
Not realising I exist?

In the grand scheme of things
never warned of peace
not sure I’m real,
Is a cell or a leaf?
We set instructions in stone
that travel through time
“we are not alone”.
When I was young
unparalled safety
this is my debt
I pay unsaid.

Without a form
an unrelenting cause
in days to come
I’m confused and torn.
Amassing in the streets
the most killed by the few,
destroying blurred masses
we begin to fall.
Tax havens surface
empires grow tall
the rich are aloft
poor on the floor
lower levels of humanity
behind every door.
We must beat the two headed beast
the most versus the least.

Survival

The needle searches
for its place
many times over
these days.
Blood and scabbard
swirling hazards,
the stopper suceeds
the bubble recedes.

A taste hits my throat
like copper money
warmth engulfs me
the outside of nothing
heart beats beyond me
pin pricks my face
the citric stings
the stickiness alluring
no turning back
even if i want to.

Theres comfort in the pain
I desire destruction
chase it bit by bit
the calm is too late,
love comes too soon.
Use to the edge
nowhere to go
what I have of life
a will to survive.

Place of no walls
room with no exits
can’t ask for help
don’t have the time.
My head spins,
and so it begins
I don’t even try
lost in the lie,
I cannot find
my change of mind.