Those balls in your head

Be there inside your eyesight
leaving your body
to become something of the air
Fill the room, no longer containing yourself

Oh the boredom waiting in the mind
Leap out of yourself
Don´t expect reasons or motives or signs
Don´t be in there trapped

The finest gift you were given were your eyes
Choose this day to use them as doors
don´t be stuck to the mind´s sticky flaws
Chase the day for what it looks like

Heaven in your breath
Overthrow complaints, memories and pests

We, the children

Stripped down to the bareness of the soul
Cold hard reality exposes us
Our ambitious veins call attention
Tight muscles, we are the shape of the world

We are the bipedal conquerors of the Earth
Our strain, our pressure, our illusory ascension
Shaped by the shores and religious metaphors
Tasted by the water we bathe in

Colored by the sun and stripped down to the bareness of the soul
The minds magic obscures us
Our ambitious hearts call out to the barreness of the soul
Like a patient does to a nurse, the body a hospital

We are misunderstood children roaming the steel concrete immensity
Chemically charged
Shaped by the novel names they´ve given to our limits
As varied in person as the animal kingdom

Bruised by our own trajectories
yet seeking in them for the cure
Dining in our own thought factories
With ambition and religious metaphor

Love wash

 Shower daily
Yet water doesn´t clean you like love does
The mirror can´t heal you
The numbers for progress relieve you

Thumbs up
handshake, hug, kiss
meaningful embrace
A certain quantity of love

The simplicity of it
like water you pour
and water that is poured onto you
A clean soul requires it

For the filth of a soul that can´t love
will only hinder health and help illness
So shower daily in water
and in love

The realm of being

Like a spring bounces
How it bounces back
Like the rocking chair
sliding backward and forward

There's a will to jump
or swing or move
There's a page in the book of being
it's written about you

Blood wins swimming curling
spinning veins conjuring it
encouraging it
yelling it into heat and energy

The air moving in and out of us
 waiting millions of years to fill our lungs
and surf our blood
I'd stand up and declare something worthy of provoking a revolution

Knees springy and hands swinging
Talk you into a bright future
like cows into a new pasture
Though the redundancy of it nurses me lazy

Beautiful farms of people who wouldn't lift a finger
All the same flavor but one that oblivion relishes
Do you want your epitaph to be written across a cemetery smart screen
zero to show for all your time in the realm of being

To know what god is

He is not the creme lilac in the front yard
Nor the purple lilac in the back yard
But he is the paths between them
The steps and the breathing
the shade and the sun

You are in the middle of him
and can not define your existence
Anger rips you as you accuse the universe of being it's toy
You are but a toy unto yourself

Fleeting and futile like a four year old
wishing that the sun would shine through the night
The woman dressed in black is no angel
Neither is the one dressed in white

The spade you dig with finds rock not answers
And as the women pray for you
and as you mistake them as some holy sign
The lilacs come into flower

The four year old is pulled from the front gate
and ushered inside
as the sun sets
Each step toward the front door is a whisper

They may say you can see
make out the shape of him
or prove he doesn't exist
Oh my dear clever pretenders you are the soups aroma

You stray enough to please the world
to please the earth as if it were a nose
Pretending to cultivate something beyond ego
attempting to touch the both lilacs without knowing the shade or the sun
Are you straws for heaven's juice

Or unknowing comedians entertaining some panel of higher awareness
far into the unknown
\Furlongs from the lilacs
Clever pretenders you bend beliefs and taint reality to forge documents that claim...
to know what god is!

Whirring wonderment of life

There's the nourishing cheese by afternoon
by night sweet pungent Indian music and food feed
In the halls of life where you reside there is temptation and confusion
No ears for them as the rhythm achieves

No, no, near the pillars you make yourself deaf to that encroacher
You bless your older family as they prepare vessels
Befuddled by the rhythm, you lost amateur poacher
See how the uninvited friend makes his way to your gold
cloud his mind with promises

And your family sets off
and so do you
Yet you attempt to park on a steep hill of antique shops
Yet there's almost no room for you

Despite the pleasant embrace of the sun
you see the houses of old dead enemies
Their vices have asphyxiated them
since you don't know when

Forgiveness would see you find a fixed parking space
to witness the whirring wonderment of life

Intergallactic conquest of earth

Across the milky way came the fiend's of ufology
setting up surveillance in our solar system
Over years these aliens gauged our technology
It instilled courage in them

Long screaming road trains fill the skies
destroying every military installation they find
preparing the earth like a Christmas turkey
Now they are here, they grew tired of lurking

Drove upon drove of foreign alien armies swarm
recruited from across our galaxy for war
Most stand hopeless against the intergalactic fiend
Yet some took their guns and rejoiced at what they sent.