Brownian Motion

Crash into one another's life,

just like Dreidels

one mistake over the other,

one more temptation to give into,

one time over the rest,

what is to remain when all else perishes,

a heart full of bitterness and regret?

or a wish?

what do you do when you reach a place beyond defeat?

cry?

my mind holds the key,

indifference, or ignorance, which comes first, we will never know,

the struggle for power- against the truth of what we need,

it never ends, while we only see what we allow.

give in but only so much,

let go, but never completely

hold on, but never too tightly

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and all those things they say about love

the knot, the thread, the lace

this place, your home in my eyes

your place of rest, my lies

I will bombard you with all the reason I know.

and make your mind a reflection of mine

Lets resolve to find more than we see,

and in all that surrounds us,

find your anthem, give a 22/7 back from all you take,

smile, while they take pictures,

and never forget to thank them,

and leave a piece of you behind as Souvenir

Winter when you Know

" I might change your life,

I might save my world"

the smell of the History room,

of summer, as we walked around the grass,

as we all traded happiness for happiness,

the exchange rate grew,

how we got older,

we never knew!

Pretend that you are free,

only this time, know that you are

that this shoelace will not come undone

that this Peace will find room in your Room

that Music will save you & me.

Dominoes

Gut wrenching, Nauseating Memory,

travels downward from a suppressed gland,

intoxicating your already inebriated mind.

Downward spiral, racing against the neuro - transmission,

synapse after synapse,

like high tide,

taking up all that comes in its way,

you know you can't hide.

Similies

Rain,

just like what comes your way,

when all of creation falters, takes a deep breath,

and you rise, to belief, to redressal and a Recipe to life

Speech,

just as we walk,

this must be a method, for all of nature to succumb :

to a poison lesser known,

and the madness that revolts,

exhausting our resource of Rebellion

Minefiled,

as the poet says :

of thought and action,

where each explosion changes Minds,

Ways, the one she knew, the jaded hand

as the Backstage Crew sails the 'sepia tinted'

Garage,

Like where our Car rests,

in silence.

at the right time : when the weather is just right,

We will bring out the tent,

pitch it on the land we never owned,

and stay, for as long as Time allows our minds to wander,

and then return...

Rain,

just like what comes your way,

when all of creation falters, takes a deep breath,

and you rise, to belief, to Shamanic faith and a Recipe to life

Sunrise and Half light

So there is sunrise and Half Light,

just like swords hanging above your head waiting, wanting, to come down,

strike a blow,

strike you down,

and while you bleed,

you wonder why you never left.

This monster kite above,

throwing its shadow on all things alike and waiting to be rescued,

from a sky that cries,

If there was wisdom, in what they say,

we would never perish, not then, not today,

and while we all count days, for all that they are worth,

i count lives,

toes,

birds,

and the leaves that fell from my favorite tree this fall.

today we stand tall,

tomorrow, we'll have a ball,

Leave, because they tell me that 'you don't know much'

this bed,

this table, inside,

the walls with peeling paint,

a heart that beats, but barely,

look the moment in the eye,

squarely,

and smile...

Love

I fell in Love,

She sang me a song,

Happiness, Giddy - life, Bliss, Paranoia, and Acceptance,

They all came dancing along!!

Words and Signs they left me,

I watched the sunrise,

Confusion, Stimulation, Questions, Mad - life, Faith and Healing,

There was no time left to reprise

The whirlwind engulfed,

as I faltered,

Choked,

Laughed,

Waited with bated breath

I know, there will be time,

to make more time,

for all the time that has been wasted,

bittersweet chocolate, melted in my mouth,

Bob sang me a song, the melody never lasted.

I sat down,

and turned my head around,

I thought I heard a sound,

as Memory trickled into my mind,

loud Imagination was hard to find.

This is your Mooring,

Your find,

Your Time inside my Mind.

Spontaneous Combustion

Bang!

With the note that we left behind,

Shards of what was, and never more will be,

Dance!

Dance!

Dance!

If there is reason in Now,

The consequences will be mild,

if not beautiful.

Giving way to hours,

minutes,

seconds,

your life,

their life,

her hand/his mind

There is seizure, that you find,

and synapse,

cold controlling, rythmic--

And then,

Spontaneous combustion.