Trees our ancestors of this realm where we were divided. What lies below is malleable energies cascading and dancing caving into oneness. Do not forget that while this place is important it is not the rest of the puzzle. This grid is vast,the pattern is large and intricate and everything is shown around at all times in plain sight into these otherworldly dimensions but will you notice? Will you even be looking at all.. Here is only half this is what makes it cyclical the snake eating it’s own tail but soon it will be released back to the infinite where it can cave into itself completely and wholly. As will we. All is. Accept. Be. As above so below As within So without as the universe so the soul.
His hair is bright and golden his face soft and as delicate as a plucked wildflower, We meshed and sat too close our hands met words streamed through our eyes my hand dissolved into his tounge and shortly after his into mine. Only to awake still feeling the grainy sand paper residue of sugar along the lining of my teeth..
Traveling far,far away messages written on battery boxes trains slashing by as a knife would on gentle warm flesh, False love found in a train cart going anywhere. Finding this familiar place in the dark cluttered place only to find love, he sat there dark held tight by the shadows a secret well kept,but fow how long? Our eyes met and I knew this was more real than any other state of being I had ever imagined. Fast flashing dark embrace our lips meet but only after a spider like ritual dance of cheeks meshing and lips clashing to create a pure stream line of energy and completeness. This soft sweet prince not so much for the taking but more for the gaze and dream-like state he so easily enduces.
Shooting Star.
Lying down barely recognizing your face,telling you things you hadn’t heard since you were 10. I miss you
Went to an aqaurium with my grandmother, walked around this huge tank that she kept standing infront of which was filled with octopusses and squids. One octopus was yellow and red and I remember looking at it with a lot of gusto and remembering all the details.
I walk around the corner and there’s this ticket booth and it’s to swim with an octopus, so I avoid it because I don’t have admission and eventually, I walk over and the guy says ” You look like someone who needs this you should go swimming with the octopus” and I say
” But I don’t have 2 tickets” and he goes ” It doesn’t matter come on upstairs” He leads me upstairs and he’s telling me how I need a bathing suit and I remember thinking how I didn’t have one and how the outfit I was wearing couldn’t pass for one.( Then as I’m walking behind me I am suddenly in the deepest depths of the ocean and I am swimming around and suddenly I see a few feet infront of me this huge pink and purple octopus and it’s arms are reaching towards me as it spindles around in circles)
So I asked if we atleast get wet suits because I knew the clothing I was wearing definitely wouldn’t work underwater and he said nothing. Right after this I remember walking upstairs alone and I walk into this room which is some man’s bedroom so as I walk in I see him sitting on the bed reading and he has medium brown hair and really fair skin and as soon as he spots me he sits up and starts coming towards me and he says, ” You look like a person who would like the song “The Coloumbian”,
I don’t know why you just do,come with me”
So he brings me to the bathroom and he gets naked gets in the tub filled with water and he starts taking his bath and I remember everytime he would talk to me from the bathtub I would look over and see he had a boner and the second or third time I looked at him he finally saw me and covered himself, then thats when the ticket booth guy comes in from downstairs and he’s in and out of the bathroom talking to me as I’m watching this man take a bath, so I’m waiting for him to get out
of the bath and I’m watching him and suddenly theres a octopus in the bathtub and the ticketbooth guy from downstairs is in the bathtub with him naked and their scrubbing this octopus and cleaning it, then suddenly it’s just the man washing these scales and lots of dirt off of his skin and I remember his back look like it had gills, he had long brown hair fair skin, and I think brown eyes. And then I awoke. I can’t seem to find the song “The Colombian”, But I remember everything else pretty vividly. The only thing that I thought was really strange about the dream was how my grandmother was so non-chalant and vacant.Like in one instance, when I was downstairs before I stumbled upon the ticket booth she’s just standing by the tank of octopusses and squids like there’s nothing behind her eyes. And she just seemed as if she were in a sleeping state or something, because she wasn’t very active at all or expressive.
“ For I am — or I was — one of those people who pride themselves on their willpower, on their ability to make a decision and carry it through. This virtue, like most virtues, is ambiguity itself. People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception. Their decisions are not really decisions at all — a real decision makes one humble, one knows that it is at the mercy of more things than can be named — but elaborate systems of evasion, of illusion, designed to make themselves and the world appear to be what they are and the world are not.
— Giovanni’s Room; James Baldwin.
easily influenced dissipation through veils of world illusioned to mindless faith, standing barely here now, curor slipping and descending into klaidescope fades, how has this come to be? Never. This wrist rung dry there is no point to all this. Never. Was. Ascending relief always to doubt the heart rings a familiar tone, paranoia never exceeds this. To lay still and pure a dream now only to me. How did it walk this far, forgotten,forgot.Slipping always promises made.When will all these facades end? Tired grip on this trip it isn’t fun anymore all secrets exposed, no more imaginary field of buried fires and everflowing hills, how has this been taken? I thought nothing held above the neck could ever be touched. It’s the fault of the eyes. They absorb too quickly. Defeat is the only thing left unreal, pure to the touch cold to the thought brisk to the humility of humans heart. Nothing is what it seems to be everything is what always was. We are all a famed dead.Weak chest split ankles, rotted tounge, where is your sun now? Heart taped to the backseat of the getaway car. Where will it go? How far along will it take to get it back in pace? I bet never, fate bets sometime soon to help forget and tomorrow will come again. Scraped shin broken jaw bleeding in vain over the drain to decapitated faith, I will love you anyhow.
Drifting leaves brushing nostalgia’s embrace, hazy glances of lover’s embraced beneath the sunlight,almost fully erased. Until a new escape this encounter will never be re-traced, Amongst the loving eye’s of November’s last taste showing nothing but perched lips dangling from branches draped dripping of dew and crystal magnetic lights. This is the place you have me take,I’ve never seen anything so real,you’ve found the secret and held it close, why my eyes?
Circles and Circles and Circles looming, grazing the last bits of silver lining, this is it. Take it. Take this. Never return again.
Eyes lit fires of stone bracing melodies that don’t exist anymore. Never always the remorse. Sky’s shower down the remains of a phallic heaven. Shoulder’s brushing longing kiss this is never how I remember it. Rotted lies clung to your back as you try to ride “for real” this time. Clanging,clapping breaking into each strip of your being, ripping your tender flesh slow drip.Don’t stop, go faster. Eyes vicious taken by the rage, love dribbling from you tounge, your mine now, don’t stop,faster, sliding down tunnels of your soul’s demise, giving in,taking more,holding your head steadfast up against the wall, this is real, this is you, this me, this is everything you ever wanted to be, don’t stop,go harder, this feels like something you’d wish you had never seen, life was better before you knew this, times were smooth before you blew it. Faster faster. Spindly fingers wrap slowly around you taking your breath with each little step, clinging closer, body caving, slowly more then exhales waiting, heart caught tight neck purple blue white eyes bulging face growing hide! hide! hide! hide! hide! hide! hide! hide!!! Push further go deeper tell me everything!
Head bursts up against the wall they collapse you in half then into yourself you are the new rule, the new tool for manipulating. You have nothing to lose more fear, more fear… Tounge ripped clean off spine cracked legs shattered arms sliced clean off neck tied down head exploded this is me this is everything I ever wanted to be something new, something old, something bruised, something true.
You are the baby of many mothers, always near the moon ever cascading in the wind. Your bellows true and remark that time is hindered to a new drumbeat. Your veins run thin along the lines of your skin, you breath fairies and showers into the shins of existence. Your eyes blue with hints of sullen grimace. Has the time neared soon enough? Have the showers cleared? I know now nothing more then what I already did. You said this would take more, even though you seemed indifferent to any changes blessed with your sins.
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I must admit, the fields are rising and the sea is becoming clear. I think I’ve found it,alas.
