Visions of galactic disproportions

A power line of crows debates human conscience while gridlock hits and the skyless travelers groan in their slowly moving cry for purpose and then a crash moment hits as the rubberneckers stretch their blind swollen gaze to the smash of a lovers cellular quarrel turned upsidedown suv bearing unconscience the man and the system surrounding.

idol hands

preying on forgiving(thanksgiving)

expensive trash talking cheap

pentacle(obstacle)

goal making belief(relief)

sacrifice needs for desires

come apart mental eyes

feeling science forgets quality

whats the matter (warp)

space for moving (time)

(parenthetical)contexts(change)

(absolutes)nuance

Ripple skin of tidal life

Joy that shapes wisdoms song
Roots that labor springs
Preparation(anticipation)building
Keeping watch(up)
No trouble(bother)
It’s my pleasure(treasure)
Walls are but a background(drop)
To what we are making(sharing) together
Following(hints)melody
Repititous rhythem(relax)
Glimpse(presence)
Humming in secret
Laughing(at my curiosity)

Internaltry

combat(me)

(hospitality)

{with)draw

ringing(close)

calling(bluffs)

mis(placed)intention

(honest)retention

flood(plain)

emotions(erratic)

arousing(numb)

explosion(decision)

remission(commission)

expressing (art)

fully realized

(incrementally)

The crowded lull

Waiting ache of wonder lost (lust)
Straightened face forcasting whether (sleep or forgotten slumber)
Exercising thighs (minds)
Mummified heart In a jar (in a car)
Suspending animation (recessitating gravitation)

the irritable testament to damage control

I

preventing medicine

(healing surprise)

healthy fears (diversely) (diversity)

reproduce wildly

(what they’ve been told)

you don’t (listen)

protection option (opinion)

prospecting failure

(consequence collision)

slips reasons mind

(defensive suspicion)

II

living (altering) decisions

anxiousless home (heart)

powerless member

subliminal love

unconditional (remember)

spatially flexible

structured

(like a rhythm)

with its invitation

(open)

boundry is the movement

with its inhibitions

(broken)

predictably irrational

standing still doesnt stop time

speed increases life and death

grasping quantities releases qualities

yet much has already been given to be held(to behold)(to be heard)

what matter in life does not continue on its coarse?

horizons of collective contextual energies

bursting with the sum of determination and its flaws.

Evolition

automatic relationship
voluntary mechanism
spiritual disipline
rational emotion.
figuring out of control
winding down to earth
run away with words
turn around to remember.

caffeiNation

stressed pressurized lives

fearing rest and time lost

already behind the curve of efficiency

imagining sustain in gain

struggling to keep up with what is needed

had enough without having

(selah)

separating hearing from the heard

snapto superposition of all possibilities(matrices)

work through compositional lost abilities(proprieties)

(sensitivities) visio devina posturing practice

(relativities) remembering what is already known

the guide of symbols ringing out a new map

with socio-cultural demand forgetting the heart of clockwork

(internal monologues keeping their distance for harmonys sake)

dealing(scribe)

interwoven hand with land

scape(scope)

obligating moral conspiricy

theory(cope)

resensitizing passivist

activity(hope)

love without condition

tradition(our living metaphor)

transcending notions preconception

create, subsist, manifest(restore)

no ledge

why is it assumed that when yin and yang mix it isnt colorful

the search for right balance generally creates a grey blob

relational gestalts reveal our flaws through others that hold those traits as strengths

the optical illusion is that i am the center and need to be fulfilled

provision speaks to needs holistically where i demand specifically

reality turns out to be difficult

especially where mystery and faith are looming bothersomely overhead

beauty becons and truth stands

dynamically fortunate to hear the voice at all

mesmerized by toil and scared senseless by responsibility

i am here

present.

stories and patterns

troubles twirl(build)

out of control seems uncommon

(supposed to be at least)

i am peculiar(alone)

we are strangers(not normal)

civilization teaches there are no needs except for status and power

(yet i long to love and be loved, know and be known)

and then the time when we are truly thirsty catches us off guard

where want crosses the threshold of need

wilderness is mean

God is unjust

life is a bad joke.

and yet its the life we’ve made(constructed)

the problems we’ve embraced or neglected

that are manufacturing the chaos in our stories

and the return to humility

takes not our fragility for granted

but accepts our strange natural wild nature…

embracing the day

no longer thinking that we control it or it us.

God is just.

Wilderness is beautiful.

Life is a dance within a 3 dimensionally rendered painting of fellow dancers, movements, stories, patterns… growing, dying, loving, learning,subverting, transcending.