wilderness

infinity is not a suburb

a production of machines

not a pointless mess of mass

nor a random act of genes

infinity is a house

where planets reconvene

they tend our tender gardens

and weave our woven inbetweens

they prepare for us a meal

a glorious cuisine

of light and sky and vast expanse

so we can think, create, and dream

but i yelled into the wilderness

I CAN'T FEEL A THING

are we just an accident?

a lonely figurine?

get me out of this dirty place

i wish to be clean

but the sky just smiled down with that everlasting gleam,

and melted into night the way i fade out of my dreams

in the wilderness i stood

like the loneliest of beings

but in that quiet moment i realized

here is everything i need

qiquyaliqsuq

i am amazed by the crime of not touching the Earth
oh the disgrace of not feeling the dirt
a scandalous world with scandalous creatures
davy jones' cynics and hot air balloon preachers
we're stapled together and we're filed away
breathing the lies daddy failed to slay
we all scream PEACE but haven't got a clue
what it means to give that homeless man your thirty dollar shoes
you wear it on your t-shirts, it dangles form your neck
but what you fail to realize is how much you cold affect
every seven seconds that you sit here,
a child dies from hunger
but everyone ignores that great big pressure we're all under
and until you sacrfice yourself you will not feel the release
there is no drug in this universe that fills our need for peace
you think you get dirty but you've never felt the dirt
you think you are hearing but you've never heard a word,

of truth.

perspectivization

what, why, and who are we
dancing fools on renaissance stools
drunk on wine older than twine
still coasting on ancient revolutions
still boasting of ancient solutions
answer me this, mr. smith,
do you feel fulfilled, satisfied?
drinking bathwater of Newton that's long been dry?
ten fingers, ten toes, and unexplored souls
infinite expanse severely unknown
combine our eyesight and what do you have?
a pixel, a speck, a stagnant laugh.

i found you at inifinty

from miles high does my skin gleam
and shimmer as the morning sun shining
through the pearly gates reflects
this freedom swallowed me, engulfed me
like i too abandoned enlightening a crumbling city;
and i have if you saw me as such, that
i was a place and wind was all the road leading to me
i think of us more as west and east
colliding at every point and what
freedom is there in being both everywhere
and nowhere
but with such ease does our boat drift into these lost and tremorous seas
and with such grace are unseen ropes always pulling us back to bay
and at bay we are until love exceeds the brim and
melts the waiting, trembling universe

shoe box

the world must be a conspiracy
like i'm actually in a diorama version of the world
i have the wings and i can fly
but everyone is on the gorund in a crowd
and i can't get out
bodies are all touching and move as one
but am i alone feeling cramped and breathless?
am i crazy
to want to make a fresh exhaust trail in the sky?
they may shoot me down but damn,
i can't stand here waiting for the weather to change
i'm clear, i'm crystal clear
the world is cloudy but i'm clear
so take my hand and count down to lift off please