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Look out for the cold eyed companions.

These dead-headed grey wolves with patches of white,

howling with their prayers of wisdom.

Dull words picked up out of another goddamn book

trying to cleverly disguise art

as anything other than some kind of self-indulgent fantasy.

Look out for the twisted truth tweakers

led on by their own reaching

and delusions and dreams.

These bastards are hard at work.

And they consume and consume and consume.

And on and on and on.

Look out

when you’re looking in the mirror –

it only takes one person to choose to

work on the world

instead of

working on themselves

to turn it all to shit.

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Time to stretch, stretch time.

To realign. Redefine.

Lay down. Fall flat on your face.

Now you see the space

a rain can create.

A place of openness

like a field of flowers your fingers can feel.

Sometimes the peddles glow

but sometimes you don’t even

open your eyes to notice

because it feels so good.

You feel so good –

to be alive.

It feels so good

to be alive.

 

 

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Let these words be a reminder

Of this moment that is forever standing still.

Like light that is touching your face

and moving too-

it all passes by so fast

and yet is never lost.

 

Let these words be a reminder

Of a feeling that is beyond our flesh,

A reminder of a space

and a place that we come from-

That we came for.

A place we have never left.

 

Let these words be a reminder.

Let them settle softly inside you

like a song I am humming

right to the heart.

This world moves likes Seasons my love

but it is true too

that it is always standing still.

 

Nothing is ever one thing

to those who love.

 

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Brisk, blue spirits waver around us

like smoke in a closed off room.

Shutters are drawn, dust is swirling,

cars hurrying.

They linger amongst us like the fragrance of a flower,

like sweet smiles

and your tender laugh.

Among this audience they sit,

these blue bastards brooding

with their subtle shaking hands–

another silence lost to the space.

Like oil erasing the horizon of a highway,

we notice this all.

Of course we do,

but what will we do?

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In a soft and fragile voice you seem to be screaming at the world,

with wide eyes full of fire and fears

and a sharp nose to match.

Like a lone boat afloat in the middle of the ocean,

rocking and rotting.

Waiting in vain and pulsing with pain.

Powerless and ablaze.

Even your bullets are bleeding.

And your heart needing. Your love fleeting.

And amongst all of this mess is a beauty inside you,

glowing like crystals in a cave.

You know this.

I know you do.

But take as much time as you need sweet one.

Let the world love you as you begin to remember

again.

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If these walls defeat you,

break this space between you,

and walk on water

to the center of

the Pacific Ocean.

Let wet drops drip from the tips of your hands.

You are surrounded by all and only blue

and for a few moments

you are left dizzy,

but not dizzy like an adult.

Dizzy like a child.

You fall completely

into the deep blue sea,

like a dream, becoming.

But falling feels like flying

and breathing and dying

seem the same too.

The eternal irony.

When you’re surrounded, surrender.

Surrender to the power

of what a moment can help you to remember.

There is an Ocean inside you.

And an Ocean inside me. It is in all of us.

We are infinite,

and endlessly becoming.

Just remember.

Surrender,

remember.

 

 

 

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Out on the plastic grass

I made my bed.

I set myself up with

stars and selves on shelves–

some needing dusting desperately.

Some changing shape

as I took them close.

As if my reaching hands were touching magic,

or even being magic.

My thoughts sparked in this flat space.

Music flooded from the house.

My mind its own mirrored wall,

radiating and remembering the signals.

I am told of things and listen,

while some make me let out in laughter.

It is through fire

that my fears are best burned.

Then my spirit can shine

in its own unique light.

 

Out on the plastic grass

I made a bed and I laid flat and I found the stars.

And I found mother nature too.

And in the eyes of all these people,

I found myself

constantly

becoming, anew.

 

 

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