transcendence
keep me here, and there
push me through as
the spiral is calling you
let yourself be swallowed whole
surpass it, go beyond
settles not for what is given
push back the force that’s pushing
give me the room to breathe
I’ll whisper your direction
open your ears to listen
take it in, don’t be afraid
it’s only love from here
love and endless wonder
take it in
transcendence
Month: February 2015
the hole
dig me into a hole so you won’t see me
visit me anytime
don’t let me back out, or else
stay buried apart from me
isn’t this the good life?
this is where we both should stay
without a middle
someone forgot to remember
no one knows how it happened
recognition just sets in
free inside
absolute – without a middle
procreative changes
resolving all conflict
along the edge
feed the rats the scraps
the pieces
remnants of reality
feed the rats the lies
the hatred
mem’ries of fear
the line we walk
the edge we balance
testing our divinity
the line we trace
we ask for nothing
dreaming again
I was the size of an insect, wandering through a field of grass
hiding from beetles and roaches I met alone the path
and when it started to rain, I found a bit of shade
underneath a mushroom cap
and there I laid my bed – on pollen, put my head
waiting for the stars to nap
I was the head of a dragon, twisting and writhing
serpentine writhing, in and out of hell
when the neck began to fall
I raised a pitied call
until the moment I woke to life again
trapped
my limit is the top of my skull
the reach of my touch stops at my fingers
how can I hold you close like this?
With every breath you push me farther
now I can’t even see you cry
but I feel it – oh, I feel it
bored and alone
the simulated crossfire
stings me
bullets bury into bone
while singing flocks smile and laugh
I’m so terribly alone
gene machines
foraging, we slave away
collecting all our feeble burdens
it’s a distraction
occupy the mind, you
make it simple to design
the maze we run to find the prize
to find our eyes
lost within, we are machines
just more gene machines
kept inside, left without
no satisfaction for the patient
no more gifts from the other side
just what we see, what we be
just another gene machine
