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.

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.

Penitence

Despise, weep
I write to think
the end is certain
I would like a choice
far and free
pointless or petty.
Please go forth
forgive no more.
I’m full of disgust
bruised arms
throbbing abscess
down, not that brave
feel it often enough
I’m sorry I’m tired
see through and wired.

Sleep is a coward for me
flee’s most nights
never do I scream
freedom in my dreams.
Long ago,
the love died in me
sad and lost
generally bad
a punishment
deeper than hell.
I convince myself less,
had enough of “it’s over”
to stop time feels in vain.
I would try if I could change.

Making the effort
return to the past
I would be ok
but I’m going extinct,
I’m sorry I’m lost.
Where do I run?
my life is a sham
didn’t mean to scare you
Im so sorry
I honestly am.
In the grand cosmic order
to the stars I belong
to wander in eternity
to find a new song.

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.

Back from the Old House

A bank of soil
becomes towns and roads,
the bottomless abyss
where danger hovers,
silent dens hide smoke
herb gardens emit a roast,
a future armageddon
lost in a daydream.

A pool posessed by tyres
trees become frail silhouettes,
mist hangs shrouding me
against its pale creation,
Smell’s of winter
hides the drones of military might,
the midnight express
echoes in the night.

Aroma’s in rooms around me
life is rushing back,
with each vague movement
I hear old dogs bark,
protection is the rain
ending near winters veil,
frantically but silently
present dangers fail.