dream journal

Thread bare linens clinging - drooping despair
awakened upon a presence lurking in the dark
clutch to the warm canine bodies around me
lenses refocus through the darkness to the figure
the suffering dripping from abysmal robes
surely i'm still dreaming

the focus was to hold the content of the dream
to the place where i collect memories
slipping slipping again back into the dream
away from the lurking figure that blinked
out of my chambers ...

burnt sage is my ally, smokey fingers reaching the corners through the hall
still the dream in the limbo of murky waters stirring below me
i feel it but can't sketch out the shapes
like the observed particle in quantum physics
changing its behavior

the dream has lost its definition and
melted back into the gooey glass sea of formless adventures

focus

Finding peace in an ambient storm - hold shelter in my heart - close the ears to the thunder in the closing distance, or distance the closing thunder ... focus inside to the quiet place that can burn out the roaring madness.

truth is truth

Truth is truth - just as the supreme creator provided the sun light, trees and water. As humans we view from different eyes and interpret the same reality in different ways, this is art. It is in our nature to want to shelter our fellow loved ones from the pains of life, to predict outcomes in order to prevent their suffering. Sometimes the risk of pain is necessary to learn life's greatest lessons. An artist is often a vessel who understands through experience the power and beauty of the world through its greatest contrasts and thus creates art that echoes that experience. I understand who I am and believe in the highest form of myself and my fellow humans in this life - i believe we are all evolving into better versions of ourselves everyday. I believe in you and hope that you believe in me. Let's spread love and not fear or suspicion. Much love to all on this blessed day.

Where time bends endlessly

In the days when sunlight fades to darkness
and time bends endlessly
While hallucinations are oscillations
on a pattern broken patchwork of alternate realities
Bending pitch at the corona of projection
bares a peak into the threads that hold the veil before our senses
Lets ride with the dream-weavers in the ethers
where matter is conceived
let's breath in the spaces between particles and waves
let's be lucid creators in sound scape harmonies
lets tune the strings of all that exists to spirit song
and hum with the essence of anomalies

Warrior

 i was born to be a warrior
my mildness is a coat and hat,
 underneath this skin i am fully armed
 though i walk with peace in my heart
 i am ready
my flags represent the world
i defend the defenseless, i enrich the poor, i give voice to the  choking masses
 i am the light emanating on the double edge sword of awareness
give me consciousness and I give you everything

The Pearl

The pearl, they ripped from me
there tucked in under the safe ridges of my shell i wanna keep you forever
like the moon tugging my heart from my chest
my breaths deeper, deeper, deeper as you plunge into my language
your words wrap around - encasing me
my pearl in the sky why must you wane
i go insane in your light
and dark, when you leave the shadow of emptiness
as you chase stars

The mind machine

Reprogramming my patterns. My mind is a machine that operates on the laws of inertia, perpetuating patterns. It is up to me be conscious of these patterns, set intentions, and rewrite and implement the reprogramming of new introductions and cleansing of unwanted patterns in the pattern machine.

The mind is a powerful tool - it is what connects us to the matrix and allows us to make our mark in this shared reality. Just like any tool, it can be used to either do "good" or "bad" (or neither). Use your higher conscious self to control the mind. Do not make excuses for yourself, deeming yourself powerless over your progress in life. Only by taking responsibility can you empower yourself to make change. Make the time and energy to master your mind, otherwise you will become a slave to the patterns your mind perpetuates. Life can often be overwhelming, but remember to breath and take one step at a time.