Fragments

everything is falling apart – the shackles at the seams.
I can’t seem where to stop, find myself somewhere in this room.
Is this really what existance is, some sort of biological reaction?
Isn’t there something more MAGICAL to it?

We need to learn how to espace, maybe look within from outside ourselves.
And how do we do that? With insufficient harmful aids, or just time?
It is here where I become confused – quite lost. Can’t understand.
Things pass and float through my open mind,
and I still can’t find where I am.

The Flood, It Comes

In your fingertips
I find a sweet indulgence,
perspiration transferred moments
That reap out sensational nonsense.

In your arms
I find safety, security,
a feeling unknown to these winds
But welcomed more than ever.

In your eyes
I find jaded happiness,
twisted mingles of smiles
And a joy of staring back.

In your heart
I find undiluted desire,
a pull toward this being
That hastens the heat in my veins.

In your mind
I find unresolved freedom,
the contemplative states of many
Soon to discover more thoroughly.

In your soul
I find the most important light,
a gleaming of purity and beauty
A sight not befit for eyes,
so instead I look onto with my own soul.

With intuition I reach inward,
grasping at this presence of You
and wanting to become more apart of it.
So you have let me in,
time falls apart at its seams,
Dreams dance as lurid fire blazes through this capsule,
and thanks for the invitation inside.

In your soul,
I find a sliver of difference,
another existence new to here…
and now I know it is my soul,
the place in which its touched upon your Earth,
eroded a nice little nestling spot,
and my waters have filled the hole with exuberance.
I flow freely into you now and forever,
whether we are near or far there will always be
a pool of me inside the deepest parts of you.

Level Up: Neuroelectric Circuit

Become befuddled by the shining ambiguities,
the light that drapes itself with constant dust-
A memory laid out through broken paradoxes.
If you cannot see the reasons buried here,
for lips pressed together in anxiety-
Then they will dry to curt ripples instead.
When you are given the chance to redo,
those simply mistakes dribbled in crimson-
You will turn away and ask to keep the scars,
instead.

To let your mind release unto itself,
a world of possibilities from experiment-
You must first let go of the fear of death.
To be raptured by Euclide’s phases,
delved through bars of imprisonment-
The situation must find itself to an extreme.
It is just to be said that for you to be here,
in a moment where your essence exists-
One must push themselves up and over the limits of
extreme.