We Won

In your lies I saw the truths you withhold.
In your sighs I saw the love that you sold.
In your eyes I saw destiny unfold,
and the rest of our past was history.


In your fears I saw my courage born.
In your tears I saw sanity torn.
In your mirrors I saw the masks I’ve worn,
and the rest of our future was fate.


In your dark dreams I saw wonder.
In your high hopes I saw plunder.
In your war screams I heard thunder,
and the rest was a mystery.


In pain I saw your sorrow.
In gain I sought to borrow.
Insane, I thought tomorrow
might carry us both back home.


In solitude we prayed.
In sanctity we stayed.
In suffering we bathed,
sealing our history.


In you I saw me.
In me you saw you.
In us we saw truth,
and the rest was fate.


In you I’m whole.
In me you’re free.
In us we lost
identity.


In one step,
In one breath,
In one death,
history.


One pulse.
One tone.
One sky.
One home.


You.
I.
We.
One.

Déjà View

Discrepancy déjà vu…
Something’s wrong with this view.
I’ve seen it twice before, or more, and never was it true.
Night terrors and wiring errors electrify perception.
My system’s set on self-destruct to kill-off misconception.

Reality rendezvous…
Am I just a part of you?
We’ll live this dream again, it seems, until it passes through.
Night pleasures and drastic measures to justify elation.
This satisfaction’s what we need to feed our perturbation.

Mortality mystery…
Is life ever really free?
I’ll force death’s hand with will until the keyhole fits the key.
Night madness and bittersweet sadness vividify our vision.
This destiny is what we need to lead our indecision.

Divinity symmetry…
Unfolding inside of me.
I felt it long ago, though never quite so thoroughly.
Night voices and impossible choices test my education.
My sanity now rides upon this search for integration.

Watching the Mandala Unfold

Too many things are falling apart all at once. I fear that if I let go they will all fly away, leaving me as a raw sore spot in the center of a vast nothingness. But perhaps my acquiescence would serve as psycho-physiological glue, binding the various aspects of my life by their common resonance. Certainty can be the quickest path to death, but my lack of it here leaves me fighting constantly for breath. The struggle to maintain a delicate balancing act taking place interpenetratively in a multitude of dimensions keeps me walking the fine line of a razors edge between mountains of wisdom and a sea of abyss. Or is it a lake full of bliss? They can feel quite the same at first, at least until you try to quench your thirst… then you find much quicker than time flows that whatever swims in those waters knows you at a depth previously unfathomable by whatever the you was that you thought you were before being utterly dissolved, revolved, and then resolved into clearer focus by the lens of the eye in the mind of the heart in the temple of the souls reflection. After being stared down by the face of your own infinity, you start to wonder, or at least I did… Where does self end and environment begin? Am I all I will ever know? Am I eternal whirling consciousness motionlessly moving beyond the speed of light, spinning silently with the sound of everything that will ever be blending seamlessly into all that ever was while tied timelessly at a now that will always exist and has always existed? Within this magnificent matrix, am I just a piece of a piece reflecting the reflections of reflections from the source of each fractalized, crystalline container filling and emptying, draining and pouring simultaneously into and out of creation? Am I pure desire, like fire, burning for manifestation within this deadly conscious playground, coming to be then going, intention sparked then growing into whatever I may just to dissipate and disperse back into the universe which holds us all, which drowns us in life, in love, in laughter, in sorrow, in yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and in that time between in which we all dream the existence we participate in? Too many questions remain a mystery. I’d let them all go but for fear of the madness I’d inevitably embrace upon discovery of their true answer. Perhaps it’s the refraction of reality by the prism of my perception, a trick or a twist of the light, nothing more, but from this place in time and space I see a series of windows, not a door. I see a kaleidoscopic panorama of possibilities and an evolving imagination relentlessly pursuing the expression of an endless variety of existences through the unified interface of chaos and consciousness. I see the earth growing old, and a sea of oscillating eyes watching the mandala unfold.

Choices

You chose to see what you wanted to see,
regardless of the truth that stood staring you down.

You chose to be who you wanted to be,
regardless of the you that you knew you should’ve found.

Now you lay broken.
Fate has spoken,
and the unending winds of change
have blown through.

Where once we were merged,
our paths have diverged,
and the we that was us
has become me and you.

I should have known what would soon be my own,
if I played with a fire that burns to the soul.

I could have seen the results of my dreams,
but it seems that desire has sucked me down a hole.

Now I lay broken.
Fate has spoken,
and the unending winds of change
have blown through.

Where once I was strong,
I now sing a song
thick with echoes of pain
and ironies of truth.

Chronos

Time is leaking,
and bleeding all over me.
It's so smooth and liquid
as it pours across my skin.
Boundaries are blurring
and I can't say
just where you end and I begin.

Was it always pain or pleasure?
I can't seem to let go.
But I feel divinity in the flow
as I drift away.

Time is draining,
and the future is haunting me.
It's so familiar
as it creeps into my past.
Memories fade
every day,
and each one consumes the last.

Was it always now or never?
I can't seem to recall.
But I see the irony in it all
as I slip away.

Wailing Grey World

Watching the wailing grey world beneath
as I leap with oblivious encompassing arms,
Delicate tendrils blossom desperate
encasements of liquid to hold in their palms.
Unknown symbols emerge from the light
as ambient creatures of silence unfold.
Union impregnates invisible chasms
with bridges of manifestations untold.
Weaving the whirling colors within
as an infinite expression of all that revolves,
Infusions of visions and sound draw me in
past the nexus where space/time dissolves.
And as I float on a cloud in the sky of my mind
to the farthest edges of dreams divine,
I see with the eye that feels with the soul
which grasps with heart the living design.

Nobility is slavery

Suck up your pride all you like,
but don’t claim honor to me.
I won’t be the one to tell you
Nobility is slavery.

Despite my lack of interest,
I’ll feed you false sincerity
until your image sucks you dry
and leaves your mind in poverty.

I’ll cater to your fevered thoughts,
regardless of my apathy,
and when your kingdom falls apart,
I’ll photograph your misery.

So suck up pleasure while you can,
but do not claim integrity.
My tolerance is decreasing
inversely to hostility.

One wrong word and I just may
be forced to set you free,
to show you what it means to say
Nobility is slavery.

Eternal Eyes

Eternal eyes seeing far into the frame of things
perceive existence in a way
that weaves an endless connection.
Boundaries become relations
within the encompassing embrace of unity
and arguments are agreements
in a wordless world of wisdom.

Summation of Forces = 0

Equilibrate the chaos, if you can.
Chances are, you won’t get far
in this thickening plot.
Each step becomes heavier than the last,
and each breath resonates with a whisper from the past.
Try harder and you might fall faster.
It may be best to just let it go.
Possessions can be prisons
in this twisted circus sideshow.

It started out so sweet in this life.
The sun rose, the sky turned red,
and then you saw it coming.
You caught a glimpse of the face of existence,
and it stared indifferently into your souls core.
Struggle and hide to get out of this ride,
but you’re coming along just the same.
Some learn sooner than others,
that this show is not a game.

Give and take what you can, while you can.
Before long, the sun will set,
and all will see it coming.
We will each breathlessly watch the unfolding,
as our lives are consumed by the unfathomable.
To acquiesce to luminescence,
to allow time to pull us in,
could be our chance to understand
that the end is where we all begin.