Lifted

I got the craze for the waves
Hey
lets ride together
Let’s
get lost in the maze
Cause
life doesn’t know any better
So I keep running.
Running and stunning
My eyes always lead me to see
The places I never thought I’d
end up in
The seer had it right all along
But
its better with no premonitions
The story is better with no fiction
See I’m living the untamed life
Fast fast slow,
and sometimes I’m driftin

At first go, you'll recognize.
But it's so incognito, it's all a disguise.
Hush hush please,
don't give it a away.
Lets just enjoy the breeze.
I'm so dissolved in it all
It's taking me in bits,
Leaving pieces of me here and there
No place is home
and
I don't give a shit.
I'm cruising earth and all it's pitfalls
Gravity holds me down
Yet I feel so
lifted
Every phase is
shifted
Nothing ever stays the same
And
I'll always remain untamed.

10/09/2014

Our minds crossed paths today. Like they do
every now and then. It felt like the first time
all over again. Reliving stories that are fresh
in my mind and yours. We were strangers at
first and it felt so real. Circling the area, it was
just you and me.

That time is gone but it lingers sometimes.
Communication in so many different forms
and this wasn't the norm. I saw the glimmers
of a spark. That spark could start fires. A burning
in the eyes – the chaos was clear and vivid.

A wild flower at best, it grows in the most
unexpected places. Everything and nothing at
the very same time. The seeds weren't planted
 and yet here we are waiting for the fruits to ripe.

Fire Starter

Burning in circles. It was a monopoly affect setting
ablaze the forest fires. You can't create fire but you
can manipulate it. It all came full circle.
Destroying everything it once created;
Like there was nothing to begin with, but it all existed.

My skin was heated and the ice was melting.
Life was fleeting. My mind was racing and my heart
was pacing. Eyes flickered. So concentrated.
Like lazers piercing through the night.
Dead, yet alive.

It was burning now. we could feel it now.
Matches lit against my skin, they were starting
fires. So clear and vivid were the flames.
Sparks of friction within the dazed illusion.

We're fire starters now.

Countdown

Everyone’s a genius, I thought to myself.
Some choose to be plain while the water starts to boil. 
It’s a limbo state of mind.
Making shifts with mental vibrations.
The buildings moved with frequency.

People were not the slightest bit reluctant – they 
enjoyed the ride, it was all part of the fabrication.

People nowadays are so cavalier.
It’s the human experience with interference.
Everything was unreal and anything became true.
I was in control of the movement; lava-like 
Falling up, waking up, looking down, beyond the ground.

There was something hidden underground.
It was caged. It was in shackles.. bound to the ground.
To be released meant symmetrical patterns all around.
It was invisible to the naked eye and only released
when we were asleep.

It then phased out to the next scene. The transition 
was seamless. It was the last call. People started saying 
it was the countdown. I thought, countdown to what?

 The crowd was in unison, everyone knew and I did too.

A Snake's Revival

There's a mystery inside all of us, some show it more and others less.
We wear thick skin to go through our daily battles and the skin forgets
to shed. Running while life peels away at you. So distracted you don't
even notice. Revival awaits and you can't offer it even a minute.

In spite of our own selves we chose the fast pace. The fast lane never
slows. And just a glimpse in the mirror, do we really see something.
Something real and something trapped in our eyes. We give it only
a moments notice for the fear of slowing down and awakening it.

I stayed seeking it for a second longer.

I saw it burning. I saw the skin peeling. My skin was shedding.
Snake-like revival. It was something I never experienced. I felt the
layer leaving my mind. The person within was emerging and that
first breath felt new. Invigorated, I was revealing the mysteries
that were trapped.

I was alive and dancing in the fire.

Line

I don't want to be on point from the start
I want to stumble a bit, blur the lines a bit
Learning to draw straight never came easy until it became an art

An art I learned through time; through the experiences and
through the mishaps that I tend to find.
So I wait for my mind to recreate time.
To stop the pause and what it's caused, thus I'm endless

Yeah I could draw a straight line with a ruler in one hand
Yeah I could sharpen my dull pencil and call that art.

Yeah I could. I could.

But it's too easy you see. I want to draw without the ruler in hand
All sorts of eyes peek into my sight. They've become dimensionalized.
I'll need more than just that pencil to transfer everything.

Familiar Stranger

I feel like I've known you before. I'm unaware of you but some how
I recognize you too. An acquaintance from another
life, perhaps. Observing the actions, I can predict them all too
well. Its a strange deja vu in the air.

It's been years now. I know when to talk to you when no one else
would understand. You get me in this fool's game. I'm not too trustful,
the gullible innocence that was once there is gone. I'm on the the next
and it seems I'm better off.

But in a moments notice I fall back to old habits. My mind summons
what I had already forgot. You've come and gone and it's become
consistent. My emotions are never settled and they never will
be because I will always have to move on.

When the nostalgia hits it's like I'm dreaming in another reality.