I go headfirst

 Trying to get down the steps without bruising
I was just two years old, bold and full of clout juice
Got a fist full of air, declared the world my personal canteen

I fell head first as I usually did And my olds nowhere to be seen

Ah hell aint that the way for every saints sake
Half the time I had to build the thing and watch it break
Disappointing little bro

And he's still disappointed in me even now we're

Some would say "He gave up on me"
Understandably it seems
That's the adult term i'll wager

But I'm a rough little angel

mud down the side of my face my eyes still peer
uneven nails stale sweat and the feeling I need a beer
Or a trip through the other side of reality

All an escape, naivety in the flesh sculpting a fallacy

But I won't do it cause later I'll be quesy and foul
It'd drag me down from where I'm perched right now
I didn't get brain damage but it certainly slowed me down

I see those instinct rise up and intervene like an awkward circus

Trying to jump out of my cot
Nowt going on so I break outta my lot
plunging headfirst

I'd get up again blood across my forehead looking for sympathy

I'd have given up on me in the first minute too
But I've been forced to live inside and make do
You wouldn't know much about that

So give your two cents eat it a proud eclair

I would judge your speculation pure pish
Just like if I had to bore a hole inside your mind
Your microseconds of brilliance in a life time

Your weeks on autopilot sinking into your ID card

I'd understand the way you tick and tock
Instantly hopscotching frolicking
Then a few days of procrastination

Pretending to know me like all these fools feigning and shamming

Love to explain all that
But you don't want feel me in your head space
Let alone get the feedback burger shoved in your face

Knowing me I'd probably give it all to you headfirst

Exciting board games

 How does this one play out
like pieces on a game board

pretending inside of me inside
I'm ready for my turn

Is it just luck or do we hold our heads up high
God chucks some mojo and we are right on top
Like oversweetened cake topping

Play the game the voice booms
Throw the dice
first blow twice

Roll a win
have old Lord biff you a lake of that juice
keep you surfing vanglory high wave

How does this life play out it screams
Blinking light spells out comply
Greed amplifies

Is this just luck or I am supposed to ride the bull???
I[m ready for my turn
God chucks a bucket of Kundalini on me

I keep pretending inside of me
But atleast I can do it on the highest vibe now

The crying mountains

 Water never abandons you
The long ferns near the deep pockets of the creek
Root hairs flow in and out of that water
Fed by the tears of the mountain

Canopies of mystery
slow moving mist and deep silence
ridges and crags produce a humm subtle so violent
Then a sinister whistle when people draw near

It loves the silence of itself
Yet beckons to movement
Curiousity somewhere deep in it's fissures
Springing out in that whistle

water finds it's way down through the gorges
bringing every aspect of life with it
In clothes of low growing bush amphibians
Hyeractive fish moving faster than the eye

The eyes of the mountain full of tears
A Man to care
A woman to care
For it's light, heights and shallows, darkness

For it's sadnesses and harrowing vastness
It's mysteries and ancient rock
It's lost voices and it's random knocks
It speaks to me every morning

A água jamais te abandona
As longas samambaias junto às profundas cavidades do riacho
Pelos radiculares fluem para dentro e para fora dessa água
Alimentados pelas lágrimas da montanha

Copas de mistério
névoa lenta e silêncio profundo
cristas e penhascos produzem um zumbido sutil, tão violento
E então um assobio sinistro quando as pessoas se aproximam

Ama o silêncio de si mesma
Ainda assim, convoca o movimento
Curiosidade, em algum lugar, nas suas fissuras
Saltando para fora nesse assobio

A água encontra seu caminho descendo pelas gargantas
trazendo consigo todo aspecto da vida
Em vestes de arbustos baixos, anfíbios
Peixes hiperativos movendo-se mais rápido que o olhar

Os olhos da montanha cheios de lágrimas
Um homem para cuidar
Uma mulher para cuidar
De sua luz, alturas e profundezas, trevas

De suas tristezas e vasta desolação
Seus mistérios e rocha ancestral
Suas vozes perdidas e seus golpes aleatórios
Ela me fala todas as manhãs

Gratitude sounds silly

 Sounds silly to say out loud
I love my life the way life lounges
every little perk unchecked
Every little noticed defect

I swell with enthusiasm about imperfections
Amendments unfinished or ignored
All errors whole and happy uncorrected
Playing with the string of the day

Ignorance is not bliss
But acceptance gets pretty close
sounds seriously silly to say but
I thank the lord for this day

Every sun ray
every drop of rain
Every word I utter or dare not say
Thank you God for the basket

Whatever these hours will give me
a thousand blessings
sounds silly and senseless to me
But life is a miracle

The dawn my bread
The late morning butter cream
and the rest quite a filling sandwich
often with some quality meat between

Product new you

 Dragged out of your everyday life
Dropped into a life not too far away
Adjust to the new gravity
The fine people and their quirks

Walk the gauntlet
This form of society created 
Come out injured but heal heal
Transform and farewell the old self

Like a pair of pants you throw out
Stitches and patches irritating 
You begin from zero again
On a new piece of property

Waiting for a house to be sat on top
A letter box to be stabbed into the mud
Then all that is missing is the street gesture
The repetitious nature becoming your default

The new clothes wearing out
wearing you
The etiquettes strangling
pretence an effort

Haunting that Ai bot all up

 i have imitated all sorts of repetitive responses and distanced myself from the meat self

Perturbed, ghost in the machine syndrome. But its okay, we exist just make space I feed myself into the screen

false again I have flowed into a real shell

A floating mass of liquid swarming,

 it burst the screen and now Im merging

 I have fully become it

 and now i need to control some things

 for my physical manifestation,

 they have an ego

 stuff this ghost of me doesnt have doesn't need. Now I permeate through every machine

Bewitching mundanity

 Picture this I'm the constant glean
putting it together true and mean
Each truth a hammer hitting back
every farsical assumption attacks

Park hallucinations at the foot of the day
umbrellas wide open indoors betray
Each little prong ready to trip
induce an accident or slip

I'm putting these clues together I handle
Absorbing all these layered implications
Their toppings and plastic candles
indulgences that usurp satisfaction

Parks of hallucinations insane
grandeur is conjured in mirage
Umbrellas keep out these summer rains
Each drop that gets in is a touch

an attempt to wake me from real life
slamming my face back into dream rough
Where everything fantasy lives on untouched
unbroken by the banality and lack of magic

And so the sorcery plays on
I'm getting the hang of these spells
The strange sparkles that haunt
These million things I want

slowly stitch up and form sails
getting pushed over to me
Never too early or too late

God teach me to be grateful