Revelations of life are now revelations of the living
what I've learned from Truth and Beauty I've since
taken from dirty shoes and broken street lamps.
I've wept with the sky
because it felt insane otherwise. And
the junkies and and the messes in our hearts
and the food fermenting in our guts feasting
tiny creatures and the warmth of another
body lying close,
breathing.
Gracefully, like a lover, the city rejects starlight.
I worship the spectrum
listening to the beat of human herds
listening to so many unspoken relations
between legs and whoever
they walked after.
I feel in these words, may I share
my innermost creativity with you?
first Listen,
first remove my psychological clothing.
I did. I cried when I first understood that I
could never be naked. I wept with Mother
and cried by myself.
In a perfect city there is Luna at our fingertips.
A massive brick-of-Nature trampling over
in reflection beyond and then through bricks.
beyond and
then through.
that's what you're doing to me.
In my bloodclot species
there are so many things of blood
filling up existence and so many
who easily clump themselves together.
It's the elements,
they move with and within and Because Of always
And all my love is water.
And all love is endblues enlightenment.
These elements that are moving to make us move
the musicians themselves of the Tangible Universe
to keep this mother-nature groove going.
These elements that are colours sweeping
and textures colliding and creating forms
and remineralizing a painterly canvas for life.
And these massive, over-hanging lids that bathe
my eyes in shining
shining
shining.
Why are we all scared of raw behaviour?
I feel in these words to keep
my Self calm out there.
A new truth of the Universe, a revelation.
That's what I'm really in it for though truth
is found through pain because happiness
consumes ALL RECEPTOR POINTS.
Endorphins.
And without Euphoria in Eutopia there are
the deepest holes of instinct and origin.
there are voids into the subatomic soul
the lost; the wilderness of heart
the bitterglory. the soulnectar of knowing loss.
the fantasy moment of rest if you've actually
gotten off. THE NERVOUS TICK WHEN
SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENS
that tick,
tick
tick
makes me wanna dance.
