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.

Consumed

For you;
I would defy storms
endure 100 year wars
bleed every ocean
walk a million miles.

For you;
I would forsake the Gods,
avenge every wrong
walk on broken glass
and over hot coals.

In you;
I see gentleness
mindfullness
and kindness.
The sun rises in my head
when i look into your eyes.

In you;
I see a picture
of your perfect soul.
You become my pipedream,
for a while.

If you;
remember my words
I become strong another day,
or read my words
and think of me,
its a love I cannot reach.
Your unaffected touch
your smile, serene
a love all consuming
just a kind memory.

The Vicious Psychic-Cycle TV

Accept the wind
that pisses on logic,
if you pass too close
you miss the target.
Non-verbal single fears,
the pieces pick themselves,
listen beyond the TV freaks
saying ‘the silent God is weak’.

Consumed grey embers
become the glowing pyre
the scale of it
I can only imagine.
Pass beyond
the delusion state,
in the old house
its taboo I hate.

The speed of plants
can bare reality,
they never tire
of the human kind.
Nature dissapointed
by my lack of freedom,
seeing things hidden
I never find.

The apparent atom
changed Einstein,
listening and nagging
at my own substance.
Unarmed ideas
occupy everyone,
found a good thing
for my hearts impulse.

Seeking power
however idly driven,
because release
communicates form.
Everything aging is
an Earthly catastrophe,
the opium solution
is human borne.

I salient corners
the humming string
is craving to save
its motionless wave.
A commical edge
to eons of abyss,
karma drains
at every risk.

Peoples understanding
compare shop faces,
desire fat shelves
not poignant places.
The people have heard,
the buddhist words,
merge to become
the alter-herd.

A body alone
for a TV death,
holding on and
vibrating the cage.
Factory lives
reject the escape,
the animals on tap
dying for space.

Dissolve or control
to rule the past.
I watched the Waco massacre
and I didn’t laugh.
Did they escape
the truth or reality?
Have we watched
normalised brutality?

Fear of thought
completes the false friend,
the exhausting hypocrisy
that never ends.
Miss Ape meets borrow,
in stories that veil.
Miss Ape turns hollow,
the present has failed.