Reaching Out

I have reached into some startling places
My curiosity has in the dregs of existence
Been moderated
I used to enjoy the courage rush
I got used to seeing the subterranean messages
And I still feel the rush to adventure
I have learned that a lot more happens
Than cavalier whimsy

Sometimes the sun in the autumn leaves
Calls to me
It drags me almost kicking and screaming
But I have jumped
I know of the scratching and chaffing
I know the damage that can ensue
I remember the hurt
And yet I remember the joy

What horns of a dilemma prod my intestines
Is the joy of crunching leaves
Adequate compensation
How much more can I take
What happens without the thrill
I'm pretty sure I don't happen
Apathy clogs my arteries
And I die without the oxygenating zest

When Normal Is Not

When the world is more not than is
When beauty seeps through the lines
When disparities spring into existence
When life lives without boundaries
I swoon at the magesty and beauty
And there is no going back
Another level of existence fills my heart

I live in the transcendental
Yesterday's norms are a curiosity
When the contrivances of this place
Fire my heart
And I juggle yesterday's world in today's
I know of my insanity
At the same time of my sanity

Everything is so different here
And yet I am not insane
I am a creeping tentacle of a hungry plant
Reaching into another world
I have been judicial
Yet not anymore
I am so hungry for this nexus

Life In The Rocks

When something soft and subtle
Lies against the jagged rocks
I vicariously wince
I think about innocence and pain
I am reminded of the natural collusion
Of disparate forces
And while the synthesis in everything
My desire for compassion is so much more

There is a callousness in my heart
I know the necessity of the meld
I know of its frailty
I know the metamorphosis
Is for the few
Yet I defend rock cut
For the specially endowed
My hope is for the evolution

For those of us who have endured
For those of us who have been severed
For those of us with the new consciousness
It seems like a small thing
But I would not argue against this action
To spare those who would not benefit
The plowing forward
Seems worth the price

When The Sun Comes Up

Life seems to have direction
But that is an illusion
The operative word is seems
We are always looking for meaning
We are always connecting the dots
We fill in much of what isn't there
Until we create a presumed truth

Why are we happy with the illusion
Why do we feel full on the ego
I have loved half truths
They have satiated me to transparency
And my models while morsels only
Have left me under nourished
And I have come to hunger in my belly

The hunger isn't bad
Really the pain in my belly
Is nothing compared to the truth
In my soul
What is the vector
What is the synthesis
How do I extinguish the fire in my soul

We Live Next To Each Other

There is an inexorable distance between us
I can swim to you
The salty sea is in my mouth
The water and air freeze my body
My thought is of your warm breasts on my chest
They fire my soul through my heart
And I am in the primordial connection

It's your love that provides me with warmth
I shiver into your hearts fire
My sex against your body
My hands are brazen and free roaming
Your murmur is more than a response
It is a demand for carte blanche
My seed has no doubt

There is no more than our existence
When we are together we are the primordial
We exist for each others happiness
We are the fit
We are the paste of everything that follows
We are the hope
We are all that there is

I Live & Die In The Sunset

Feed me the dregs of the sun's warmth
Even as the mist envelops the flora
I bundle against the isolation
Yet the sun's light squints
I can see the world being put to bed in a pink hue
The steam from my lungs
Spew from the ovens of my chest
And I recognize my life

I walk through the dew on the grass
As you drive the asphalt trail
You are speeding into my afterglow
You are young with aspiration
Life is on your trail
You have all those things to embrace
You are a joy to hold
It's just that you can't be the sunset

Is there a place for our polarities
Can we overlap
When your energy is not mine
When my wisdom discounts your naivete
Are we the fit of the hand and glove
Or are we the generational connection
Are we the thread
That sews everything together